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BROKEN DOWN Nâ HUNGRY, JEFF BUCKLEY ONESHOT
synopsis: in which, it simply isnât too late to pay your ex-lover a surprising visit.
genre: angst i think? lil bit of fluff as-well!
IT HAD PRECISELY only been a matter of weeks, but it sure as hell felt like months since you and your now ex lover amicably decided to end things. Needless to say, you regretted it almost simultaneously. The lack of warmth on the left side of the bed every morning seemed to materialise it.
You woke up each morning with a sense of misery, almost emptiness within each pass of sunrise, day in and day out.
To make matters worse, the weather soon became rather drowsy and depression enduring, which seemingly added to your sense of blues, considering rainy days tended to be you & Jeffâs favourite kind of days to spend together, often humbly wrapped up within each other, simply devouring every savouring moment you two would spend together.
Looking out the small window located on your door, you observe the hues of grey and black painted on the clouds outside, delicate falls of rain cascading down below those very clouds. You stay seated and ponder on the fact that maybe you both were simply just too young to keep your love from going wrong.
You begin to wonder where Jeff is and how he's doing, if he could be missing you anywhere near as you are him. You'd heard through the grape vine that he'd been back out around town, seemingly carried away in his own world having his fun, a stark opposite of yourself who seems to spend most of her days pondering on the rather daunting & thought inducing would've, could've, should'ves this situation poses.
You wonder, what would happen if you simply returned? If you knocked on his door, what would come of it? Would a sense of shame wash over you as you realize he simply doesn't care anymore? Or is it not too late to rekindle things?
Although, little do you know, Jeff has been experiencing the exact same in return. Although he has been seemingly out and about, he often spends most mornings discomforted due to your absence. He spends most of his nights in despair, constantly tossing and turning due to the lack of sleep he faces. He imagines your silhouette smiling softly against him, the scent of comfort and vanilla overwhelming his senses. The fantasy constantly brings him to the verge of tears, simply wishing he had you with him. He feels as if heâs broken down and hungry for your love, yet feeling as though theres no real way to feed it. He ponders, wondering it he will ever feel the bliss of your sweet return.
It feels as if you've been gleaming out the window, looking for some form of metaphorical answer to your unresolved queries for hours and hours on end, but in reality, its only been about half an our or so. You come to the conclusion theres simply not much you can do, considering you remain unsure of if you're willing to deal with any negative consequences if you were to knock on Jeff's door, the humiliation seems too much for your currently sheer broken heart.
You decide to simply go for a drive, hopelessly leading to no where in particular in some form of effort to clear your head of any trace of Jeff. Yet, you feel yourself driving through a rather familiar road, though your mind doesn't seem to register what exactly you're doing & where exactly youâre travelling to.
Within minutes, you pull up to the familiar house that you've spent hours upon hours in, finally realising just where you are. You stay seated in the car for several seconds, realising you had no exact plan on what to do, nor say.
âFuck it" you whisper under your breath, deciding to simply wing it and air out whatever thoughts previously on your mind earlier in the evening.
You slowly step up the stairs of Jeff's home, letting out a small unsteady breath you weren't aware you were holding in. Knocking three times, you begin to feel a swarm of anxiety take over your stomach, comprehending the fact that this could go extremely right, or extremely wrong.
The door steadily opens, a disoriented Jeff stands before you, a sense of weariness and lack of sleep apparent within his chocolate tinted frames.
His mouth slightly agapes open, his eyes widening slightly in a display of shock, it seemed. âOh uhm... hello" he speaks, rather softly, yet cautiously.
âCan we talk?.. please?" you say, attempting to hinder the urge to formulate tears from cascading down your face.
âYeah, yeah of course, come in, the place is a bit of a mess" he replies, a slight hint of embarrassment presented in his voice.
Though you simply nod in silence, unable to find the correct words to say.
"Do you uh, want a tea or a drink? or anything?" he asks, attempting to find a trace of emotion within your face, hoping and praying he isn't dreaming this current moment, due to his lack of sleep.
âNo, I'm okay, thank you" you say.
"I think i understand why youre here, but i think i need to hear the words and phrases come out of your mouth, nâ not give into the thoughts that my mind is practically screaming right now " he says, anxiously laughing towards the end of his sentence.
"Yeah, well i just" you pause, attempting to find the right phrase to say without attempting to come off in a hasty manner. "Im just, having a real hard time with this, you know? I really, like really fuckin' miss you and i, just don't know what to do about it anymoreâyou speak, holding your head within the palms of your hands to hide any trace of emotion painted within it.
âI know i shouldn't come here and i know i should just let it go but i cant. I feel like pure shit everyday, especially when everyones telling me you're doing fine without me nâ i'm sitting in bed, unable to pin point what exactly went wrong" you continue, praying to god you haven't stated your emotions too strong.
A strong, rather unsolicited pause soon follows, allowing you to contain your thoughts in some sense of the word. Though within each growing second, the silence begins to haunt you in a manner, causing your stomach to undergo several different twists and turns, in a similar sense to a rollercoaster of the sorts.
âDonât believe all the bullshit stories people feed you, okay? Look at my eyes, i look a mess, no? Like i havenât slept in days?â he rhetorically speaks, not exactly anticipating a response. âI spend my nights awake reminiscing on the times we shared, reminiscing on you. I spend my nights writing endless amounts of poetry, journal entries and songs about you, and god, when i finally do get an ounce of sleep within my system, my dreams always revolve around you in one shape or anotherâ he explains faintly, feelints of passion, yet great sadness oozing from within his tone.
âI consistently think about us and how much i regret the decision we made, its like it fucking haunts me, n/nâ he furthermore continues as minor formations of tears begin to brim within the corner of his eyes.
âI really, really, truly did and do love you, you know? Honestly, i believe a fragment of me always will, no matter how close or far set we are apartâ he formulates, withholding a strong gaze.
You bite down on your now shaky lip, both attempting and hoping to suppress any tears of your own from manifesting.
Though, a strong sense of relief soon overcomes all five of your senses, a feeling of existential bliss soon following as you ground yourself down to reality, realising Jeffâs words are true and arent a figment of your imagination somehow.
âGod, i love you too, Jeff. Youâre âboutta make me cry, assholeâ you playfully jester, wiping away the newly devised tears.
âCâmere sweetheart, wouldnât want that, would we?â he retorts, inching closer towards you, soon following by wrapping his delicate arms loosely around your frame in a tender manner.
âWeâll sort all this out in due time, okay? No rush, itâll eventually unfold. I love you too much to let you go this easily, to let this go too easilyâ he enunciates, though the volume becoming slightly muffled due to his cheek being positioned in a scrunched manner alongside the tip of your hairline.
He furthermore places a delicate kiss along your shoulder, the feeling causing several fragments of goosebumps to arise upon your skin levels as you nod in response to his prior confession. The warmth of his kiss upon your body, the delicacy of his embrace and the scent of him sending a dizzying effect to your mind-frame, the only thoughts occupying your mind being ones of relief, bliss almost. You truly missed the raven haired, chocolate eyed boy beyond belief, beyond words could truly and coherently verbalise.
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~ Sleazy Sugar ~ 6 - Two Blondies
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Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Layla Krane (OC)
Warnings: 18+, language, violence
Word Count: 2.3K+
âYou guys really need to get your door fixed or something, climbing through this goddamn window isn't it.â I groaned, my foot catching on the sill, causing me to stumble into the small, musty living room these boys called home. Well, Vince, Tommy, and Nikki. Mick lived somewhere else, but we weren't really sure where. He kinda just showed up and disappeared into the night, he wasnât into the antics like the other three and honestly, I couldnât blame him.
âTell the cops to stop breaking it down and maybe weâll fix it.â Vince groaned, taking a sip from his beer as he flipped through his new Playboy magazine. âThat would require us to not do things to make the cops break it down.â Tommy stated, ripping the magazine from Vince, before being punched in the shoulder and having it ripped back by the blondie himself. Note to self, donât mess with Vinceâs access to girls of any kind, real or print. âWhich is not going to happen. Fuck em.â Nikki spat, taking a swig himself before walking over and handing me a beer already de-capped. Smiling, I took a drink before sitting next to Kayla on the couch, bumping shoulderâs with her as I watched Nikki grab his journal and sit on his lawn chair at the coffee table. Ah, where Sixx did his best work at writing any new song.
Itâs been three months since the incident at the Whiskey and the night I stayed at the Motley house after Nikki saved my sorry ass from that creep. Nikki and I havenât acted with each other like we first had, and he hasnât made a move on me since, which I wasnât sure if I was relieved or saddened, but I was becoming more and more comfortable around them, inviting myself into their home and finding myself spending time here after work and even skipping on school sometimes to help Nikki with his thoughts on a song. I wasnât paying much attention to my real life at the moment, I was giving it the bare minimum I could, while the world of Motley got all the attention I could give it. I was becoming addicted to the electricity of their music, and the antics at their parties. It made me feel alive in a way I never knew was possible, and having Kayla with me almost twenty four seven made it even that much better.
âWhat are you working on now?â I asked, peering over to his book and he looked up at me with a smirk. âA new song for the new album we are going to be working on soon. I imagine this one will be a single hopefully.â Scribbling away, I could tell he had his verses outlined, but no choruses, though I didnât know what they said. âWhatâs your middle name?â Nikki asked me, his eyes looking up into my own for a second as I searched my brains database for the information I didnât really ever use except for medical forms. âItâs Tessa, why?â He shook his head with a laugh, âno reason, just wondering.â I nodded slowly, another sip into my lips. âSure Sixx.â
Staring at him, I couldnât help but be mesmerized. I couldnât identify really what my feelings were for him yet, but I liked the way his lips felt on mine and I know I wanted them on me again, but that felt like irrational thinking, so I pushed it away as soon as it entered my thoughts. This is Nikki weâre talking about, a sleazy, drug snorting, crazy ass psycho, at least to the general public. Still, I would find myself watching him work, long enough that Iâm sure he could feel the stare and he would pry his green orbs off his journal to stare up into mine for a moment, throwing me a smirk before heading back down into his own world. I knew Kayla could tell too, as her slanted smiles could tell me she could see into my own mind. She never brought it up in front of them though, to my relief.
The day had come and went and a week later I found myself back here for another party, another night of putting off my work and school and deciding to just âdeal with it tomorrowâ, which I knew was not going to get me anywhere, but the longer I ignored it, the better it felt to be away from. The Motley house as usual, was packed with people. Most of the people I was starting to recognize as people that usually showed up for the shows and then followed the boys home like they were the pied pipers of Sunrise. Their following was getting bigger by the show, and I knew this excited them.
In the Sunrise scene, they had made it. In Nikkiâs eyes, they were just getting started.
The scene was laid out as usual, Vince talking it up with his most likely third victim of the night, Tommy with Kayla coming out of the bathroom disheveled and WAY too happy, Mick in the corner on the couch with a bottle almost passed out, and Nikki taking swigs by the kitchen counter, while talking smugly to a blondie that had been on his hip the whole fucking night.
âI can sense some jealousy.â Kayla playfully sang to me, poking me in the side as she flipped the cap off her corona. My eyes darted from Nikki to the blondie as she placed on a hand on his leather covered bicep, her laugh echoing. I rolled my eyes and turned to Kayla. âI am not.â I gruffed, doing an amazing job of covering the fact that I was, indeed, jealous. âYeah and I have a dick, we can tell lies all night but I see through you.â I didnât dignify that with a response and took another long sip of my own bottle, licking my lips with taste of corona, wishing it was a different taste of something else, or someone else instead.
I hadnât pursued Nikki since making my exit that night at the club, my mind was still confused on what was the ârightâ decision, but that didnât stop me from finding him attractive and getting weak in the knees around him. And the more I stayed around, the more the âbadâ decisions seemed to feel right.
âOkay well, maybe go talk to some guy and get over it, or under it. Itâs Nikki man, heâs sleazy.â She patted me on the head before walking her way through the crowd back to Tommy and I sighed, surveying the selection before me, but as I stared through the guys that had come to this party, nothing seemed to entice me, not even to make him jealous or even just look up from blondie. And then I saw him, the perfect person to enact my plan with, why had I not thought of it before, and lucky me, he just happened to be free at this moment. âOh Vinnie!â I sang, shifting my stance to put my weight on one leg, popping my hip out and staring at him enticingly. He stared at me with curiosity, a smile hinting at his lips as he rounded the couch, making his way to me. âWhatâs up doll?â I smirked, I lifted my hand to his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze, and while I wanted to laugh, I had to keep it together. âYou got some broad shoulders here.â I said, and his usual cocky smile turned off as a chuckle dared to come out. âWhat are you doing?â He asked and I moved in close to his ear so as no one else to hear. âIâm trying to make Nikki jealous.â His eyes widened as he looked at me in shock. âYou like Nikki? Out of all the men?â Now I was shocked, I was so sure they all knew we had hooked up and he had even been seen with me all over me before I had ran out that night. âDidnât you all know we hooked up?â I whispered back and by now, I couldnât hear blondie anymore, well, not my blondie Vinnie, but Nikkiâs blondie, so I was sure the talking between them had ceased at some point. âWell I mean yeah we knew that, but we fuck a lot of girls, I donât expect them to really like me or like them back, thatâs all.â I was going to fight that response, but he was right, that checked out.
âLook, you want to make a man jealous, especially Nikki, Iâll just act like youâre mine and if youâre something he wants, even if he denies that, he wonât be able to after seeing me all over it, he hates when I try to take things of his away.â He whispered in my ear before giving my neck a gentle kiss and while Nikki was the one I was wanting, I couldnât lie that Vinceâs lips on my neck sent shivers down me. Pushing me slightly against the wall, I went along with the act, as his hands came to my waist, gripping me as his lips came up dangerously close to my own, brushing against them slightly as his his free hand dropped to my hip, pulling me closer in. I was hoping to god Nikki did care, because at this rate, I wasnât sure where this was about to lead me.
Another graze of my collarbone before Vince was ripped off of me with the rage of leather and jet black hair coming in between us and I sighed in relief that it worked, but now fear of what was about to happen.
What was I doing using Vince to get back at Nikki? I wasnât trying to tear the band apart, just make a statement.
âWHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!â Nikki screamed, Vince taking a step back, eyeing me and then eyeing him back. âI-I was just giving her some attention man, she needed it.â He could of said it less matter of factly and that may have saved him a punch straight to the nose, but instead he chose the route of violence and down Vince went, clutching himself. âNIKKI!â I shouted, pulling his arm down and forcing him to look at me. âSTOP IT!â I screamed as loud as possible, the whole place going silent, except the huffs of anger between us. âWHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? YOU KISSING HIM? OF ALL PEOPLE?â He raged on, once Nikki got going, there was no stopping him. He was like a bull and all he saw was red.
âSO? YOU GOT FUCKING BLONDIE OVER THERE PRACTICALLY SUCKING YOUR COCK!â
I wasnât the fighting type, I wasnât even the arguing type, but something about him brought something out in me, and I wasnât backing down in front of God or anybody tonight. Maybe a few too many drinks, maybe not enough.
He smirked slightly, taking amusement from my comment as he crossed his arms, Vince still on the ground moaning and clutching his nose. âSo youâre jealous? Thatâs it? You donât want me but I canât play around with other kitties?â His tone was pissing me off and his smile, while deafeningly attractive, angered me like hell.
âI never said I didnât want you, I was confused Nikki, I am confused, but yeah, maybe I was a little jealous, so I gave you back your own medicine.â I huffed, but my eyes were shifted from him when his blondie entered my view, taking a stance next to him with a wide, smug smile. âOh honey, you couldnât have him even if you wanted him. He needs a real woman.â She wrapped her arm around Nikkiâs and while he didnât push her off, he didnât embrace it either. âBitch, if you talk to me again, Iâll be knocking you so hard, youâre going to need a nose job before being seen again.â She look taken aback, and the once silent apartment was now filled with whistles and egging on a fight. What is it with men loving to see women fight?
Nikki looked smugger than ever, pulling away from her and crossing his arms. âDon't let me stand in the way.â He snarked. I couldnât believe him as I stood there, but something inside me blamed myself more. Why did I expect this to go well? Why did I think I belonged here of all places? My anger started to evaporate and as I looked into the girls eyes that seemingly were filled with genuine fear as she eyes my clenched fists, I sighed, releasing my tension.
âFucking forget it, you can have him.â I turned quickly and started to make my exit, ignoring the sounds of my name from various voices, but not one of them sounded like Nikkiâs. Kaylaâs was the loudest, and I could feel her hand grab my own as an attempt to stop me, but I ripped it away and stepped through the window.
The farther I got, the quieter it became. I didn't even want to go home, I just wanted to go, so I walked with no clear intention, clutching my arms to keep myself warm and safe. It had felt like it had been an hour after I had left, but I had no clear way of knowing. I didn't know where I was, I was inside my head and thoughts as my body walked on autopilot, but I was ripped back to reality when I heard honking.Â
Repeatedly.Â
I turned to the blinding headlight as a car whipped close to the sidewalk near me and stopped dead.
Nikkiâs eyes glared into mine. âGet in the car before you get abducted or murdered out here.â I rolled my eyes, continuing to walk on. âFuck off Sixx.â I mumbled out, but the car edged forward to meet me as I continued on. âGet in the FUCKING car.â
Thus ensued what felt like a forever staring contest as we both glared at each other, before I groaned, giving up and slipping into the car before he roared off.
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the jailbird (2)
prisoner!simon 'ghost' riley
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cw: (former) prisoner!simon, civilian!reader, romance & fluff, smut, size kink, sane and consensual, roleplay, rough sex, spanking, bondage & gags, tattoo kink, dom!simon, sub!reader
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living with an ex-convict was interesting. he still woke up at the crack of dawn, and as a result you were up too. he didn't know where anything was in your apartment, he hated that he had to wake you up but he didn't know where the spoons were.
you were happy to help him and spend some extra time together before you went to work. the more you were around him, the more you realized how big he was compared to you.
even his hands were much larger than yours. he loved to wrap you up in his arms and hold you while you were making yourself some breakfast. those strong tattooed arms around your middle as you flipped eggs.
sometimes he'd bury his face in your neck and visibly relaxed. he was still dealing with his fair share of trauma from the previous events of his life. and while it often left him stressed, he found comfort in you.
"you're my anchor, love." he said within the first week of his return to society.
you simply smiled and tried not to blush too hard as you said, "well, si. i'll happily be your anchor, as long as your mine."
"you're anchor, your rock, your foot solider, your lover." he said as he kept his gaze on you. since he had been living with you, you found his expression had softened a little. he could relax here.
"my husband." you reached out for him. he took your hand and kissed the top of it before he held it for a moment then returned it to you.
simon had a long road ahead of him, being on the inside for so long was going to cause some problems. but, he knew even if he had nothing. he had you.
it was almost five months into living together and he managed to get an interview working in small parts manufacturing. while it was tedious, they didn't need to look at his criminal record. which greatly excited him.
when he came home from the interview, he told you that it went well. that they seemed to like his dedication and were impressed when he mentioned his time in the military. he said, "got the whole 'thank you for your service'." as he held you and kissed you deeply.
it felt like your little lives were coming together. but the one thing you hated to admit to yourself. you sort of had a dark side, it wasn't anything too aggressive or 'evil'. you thought that simon was the perfect boyfriend, he'd never hurt a hair on your head.
but the idea of being with a criminal sort of had a sexy ring to it. to be with the bad boy. you almost felt embarrassed to admit it when he'd come home with flowers for you, or when he smiled at you. or when he held your hand when you went out. with you he got to be a person with love.
deep down you wanted to know the depths of your boyfriend. you wanted to know what a man like him, with his skill set, was capable of. you wanted it to burn, ache and hurt.
it took a lot of courage, you communicated with your boyfriend about a little make believe. while hesitant at first, he slowly started to warm up to the idea. you knew he was open to it when he came home from one, actually the first day at his job, with a bundle of bondage rope.
"the blue looks good on you." he remarked as he finished tying you up on the bed. he had your arms behind your back with you on your side and one leg tied to the bed post.
you looked at him, those eyes of yours were so alluring. you tried to move your leg but was stuck to the bed. he smiled down at you and tapped the ball gag in your mouth.
"but it doesn't matter what you want. right?' he asked, "i've searched a long time for you. you're not an easy woman to catch." he got between your legs, and hiked one leg over his shoulder as he started to aggressively lick your cunt. it was already dripping from the act of him tying you up.
there was no escape for you, even if you somehow got out of the bondage. he was almost twice the size of you and could do some damage if he wanted to.
you squirmed and whimpered around the ball gag as he took long, hard licks against your clit. he wanted to make sure his girl was wet enough for his large cock.
"maybe i should breed ya. bring you back to the boys all fat with my brats.' he purred, "i don't think they can throw ya in the can if you're pregnant. but who knows, you got pregnant by a thief." he continued to lick your sweet cunt. he was in heaven.
he really was so much bigger than you. he overpowered you, he could keep you down and fuck you until he had his fill, and there was nothing you could do about it. you were bound and gagged like a good girl.
he kept at it, he even teased your hole with his thick fingers until you were squirming more with your moans getting louder. he slapped your ass and gave you a stern look over your pussy. he gripped your leg over his shoulder. "shut up." he growled, "i don't need ya causin' a scene. i'd hate to go back to prison because you can't keep your trap shut up."
you hole clenched and he chuckled. he patted where he smacked and grabbed at the flesh before he went back to his feast between your legs. it didn't take long before the slick between your thighs got all over his face.
he pulled away and sat up on his knees. he stared down at you with your thigh wrapped around his waist. he was going to fuck you at a weird angle, but it was the only way he could keep his little prize tied up. he wiped is face, "you are the best thing i've caught." he said, "stolen a lotta loose change, but they're nothin' to the sweet taste of your cunt." he got his cock out his sweatpants and started to rub it against your slick pussy. he let out a harsh sigh from the sensation, "they should be keepin' ya behind the vault door." the tip slipped in for a moment and you clenched around it.
you whimpered and tried to pushed yourself down on his cock, but it was hard to do that when you were so tied up, he pushed the hair out of your eyes, your leftover wetness got on your cheek from his movements.
"but, you need to know." he said, "you're mine to do whatever to. your mommy and daddy aren't gonna save ya. you fell in love with a bad man and now you're lettin' him fuck your cunt raw. what's gonna happen at christmas when you're all swollen with my brats. riley boys are lil hell raisers." he went back to rubbing his cock up against your slit, "you'll be mine forever. my little prize. i should've taken ya a long time ago. just snatched ya up off the train. keep ya to myself." his tongue was getting loose from the buzz of pleasure in his brain.
you whimpered around the gag and almost cried out when he slipped his large cock into you easily. you felt it in your guts and his pace was much more brutal than the other times you've made love. that was the difference, you made love before. this was dirty, primal sex between a criminal and his captive.
the sounds of sex filled the air, paired with simon's heavy breathing. his heart was thumping steadily as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go. he loomed over you as he drilled himself into you. you were a comfortably tight fit around his cock.
you dug your nails into your palms from the immense pleasure and yelped when he slapped your ass. you whimpered when he leaned further into you to get closer into your personal space. his pace was brutal and it excited you.
"i'm a bad man." he said lowly, his voice close to your ear, "my worst crime is tainting such a precious angel." he held onto your calf as he bent your hips the closer he got. his voice was hot, "fill ya right up, make sure no other man has a chance to get ya knocked up." his tattooed hand went to your stomach which he gave a small rub, "my girl carryin' my boys."
your eyes almost rolled back from the heat in your body. you were almost drooling around the rubber gag in your mouth. it was dirty, it was filth. if anyone saw the state you were in, they would be shocked!
your head felt full of lust, you felt your lover so close to him. you knew despite the roughness and the harsh words, the entire scenario was safe. you knew you could get out of this if you needed to. but it wasn't getting to be too much, it was just enough.
the wetness between your legs and the flips in your stomach only excited you. to have such a large man be so domineering. it made you feel small in a good way. it was almost like being bound made you feel protected.
that you could lay yourself over to him and he'd cherish you. even if you were his little 'prize' for the evening. the hottest part was the pace at which his cock was battering your womb.
you whimpered against your gag and felt the heat rush through you. you held onto your palms as best as you could with your arms bound. the entire situation left you spinning, there was no wonder that orgasm crept up on you so easily.
with a loud moan around your gag, you climaxed around his cock. the tightness of your cunt mid-orgasm milked his cock till he was seeing stars. he came inside of you, his seed hit against the back of your womb.
the feeling of being able to do so left him a little slack-jawed. but he kept it together, even if his cheeks were flushed. when he finished, he slowly pulled out and started to untie you. his hands were shaky from the after effects of his orgasm.
he took the gag out of your mouth and pulled you in for a kiss when he finished untying you. he fell into bed with you and laid on top of the covers with you. he held you gently and kissed your face. he gave you gentle praise as he kept you in his arms.
when he looked at you, all was right in the world. you held onto him and pressed kisses against his face. after care consisted of tea and a small snack followed by a shower together, where he washed every part of you.
even though you were capable of doing it yourself, you still appreciated how detail orientated he was in the manner of getting you clean. little did you know that biology was working its magic and simon's seed found home in your cervix.
you better hope that the line about the riley boys being hellions was untrue or you'd have your hands full. it didn't help that when simon's hand grazed your stomach as he washed you that you blushed and tucked yourself closer to him.
mama riley did have a ring to it.
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wanna feel you against me â âč
rock climber!ellie williams x f!reader
your friend takes you rock climbingâand shit your belay instructing partner is hot
tw: not proofread, SMUT, modern!au, sensual flirting, sex on a floor mat, grinding, fingering (r receiving), kissing, strangers to lovers, râs friend is a bit annoying, r is wearing a tank top, muscle kink, cum kink (if u squint)
wc â 1.9k âą this is based off a real experience of mine
It was a random suggestion. Rock climbing, something very fun but you feel itâs not talked about a lot. Your friend brought it up, texting if youâd like to join her to go rock climbing for no particular reason (she wanted to see her boyfriend). You had nothing else planned that day, so why not. With the admission fee of $10 an hour, it sounded like a great time.
Your friend drove, chatting the entire way about how her boyfriendâs been doing this since forever. Mainly she was getting on about how he would teach her and she was almost crushing like a middle schooler. It was cute, also a bit annoying because it was the entire conversation until you arrived to the place. You had a feeling that once she saw him, heâd leave you behindâbut whatever, youâll still have fun.
âI think heâs inside, and heâll help us get set up. I think he said heâll be at the desk.â
She was right, he was standing just to the right of the desk. He greeted you with a smile before hugging and kissing your friend.
âOkay, I have it in the system that youâre both on a belayer climbââ
You looked away from the rock walls at him once those words were uttered. Your friend looked to you with a smile, âI forgot that detail.â
You sighed, âI donât know how to climb with a belayer. I only know how to with the automatic climb.â
Some pop song that was being played across the facilities filled the awkward second. Her boyfriend waved you off, âno worries, gimme a second.â
He walked back towards some office room, leaving you with your friend. She looked around, staying silent beside you. Youâre feeling a little like you shouldnât have come until you saw the woman walking behind her boyfriend. Like an old cartoon you almost felt your bottom lip drop open in a gasp.
âHere, sheâll teach you. That okay?â
âYeah. Yeah thatâs fine.â
He started to bring your friend over to get set up to climb, and she looked back at youâmouthing a sorry. Sheâs lucky that this woman is attractive.
The woman looked to you with a smile, reaching a hand out, âNameâs Ellie. Iâll be assisting your climb today.â
Holy fuck, her handsâthe tattoo trailing down her wrist and stopping near her bicep.
Your inner turmoil was hidden deep within you when you reached a very steady hand back to meet here, voice clear and calm as you introduce yourself.
âNever done belay climbing, huh?â
She says, reaching to grab ahold of the shoe that was of the sizing you told her.
âNo, never have. Iâve only done pulley.â
âWell today youâll learn. We can take it easy, of course unless you prefer to just full send it.â
You grabbed the climbing shoes from her, âabsolutely not, I have a slight issue with heights. So, Iâm interested to see how this goes.â
She rests a hand on her hip, âscared of heightsâ? Or?â
âNo,â you finished pulling the strap, âjust worried if Iâll fall from a high heightâlike nothing will catch me.â
âNo worries there, I wonât let you. What size? Iâll grab your harness.â
She walks back out with this thing that always looks a messâsimilar to a ball of combined necklaces getting caught on each other. She hands it to you, laughing and reaching her hands around you to help strap it on when you struggle.
âEver strapped before orâ? Youâre shit at this.â
You almost choked, âno. I mean I have, I just donât do it often.â
âThatâs crazy to me, all Iâve really ever known is rock climbing.â
She walks onto the mats with you in toll, âhow long have you done it?â
âOh man,â she sighs, looking for an empty spot, âsince I was really little. Friend of mine, Joelâhe taught me and Iâve had a love for it since.â
She widens her stance after grabbing a spot, âalright, you know the basics I assume? Keep your hips close to the wall. Here start climbing a little and Iâll adjust a bit.â
You gripped onto a few rocks, all of a similar colorâgreen and climbed up a foot off the ground. Ellie reached her hand, sliding it onto your hip to adjust your posture. Her grip is stern, leaning it where she sees as right.
âKeep a hip close to the wall. Helps posture, makes it easier on your body.â
You nod, moving forward as she directs.
âMm, good. Here Iâll get you set up now.â
She looks excited to do so, moving back to grab chalk and such. Fuck you really shouldnât be almost imaging scenarios just from seeing her handsâher back and arm muscles flexing from the slightest movement.
The climb runs smoothly, especially with her. Her instructions are easy to follow. The little praises throughout the climb is really what motivates you. If she told you to go left, you didâyou trusted her. And it was fun as hell, laughter shared when youâd mess up your left and rights or make a silly comment.
Two hours flew by and you werenât even realizing how the facility started to grow emptier. Families, friends, children, couplesâall started to leave. The windows out front, having opened up for the sunset light to shine throughânow showed how much time had passed since. It was dark save for the street lights.
âHey,â your friend called, a thin layer of sweat covering her, âtheyâre closing soon. You ready?â
Honestly you didnât want to leave. Seemed Ellie didnât want you too either.
âIm closing tonight, if you wanted to you could stay for a bit.â
The boyfriend appeared after, âperfect. Are you okay with dropping her off though? Itâll be a little late, I mean itâs already like ten.â
She waved him off, looking to you with a smile. With them gone, the two of you shifted over towards bouldering when you asked to see her climb. You especially were tired, fingers cramping from where you were pulling yourself up on the rock wall.
âWhat level do you usually boulder on,â you ask from where you laid on the matâleaned back on your elbows.
She stood in front of the wall, hands up and behind her to tie her short hair back into a ponytail, âusually like 7 or 8.â
âSo,â you drawled out the o sound, eyeing the curving wall for the level she described, âthe purple?â
She looks back to you before angling herself on the wall. A hand on one before she moved with ease towards the next fewâclimbing her way around the curve until she was almost dangling on the side. It was silent as she did so. You were enthralled for many reasons. One for her agility and strength. Two for the way her back moved when she reached for another.
She fell down once she was out on the other side, reaching the ground with a raspy laugh. You smiled, licking your lips when she got close.
âGonna try?â
âOh thereâs no way,â you point to the wall, âif you wanna see a bug squirm sure but.â
âNo, youâll do fine. Iâll help if you want.â
With how close she stood behind you, moving your hands to the right rocks and pushing your hips close to the wallâyou were fighting your insane thoughts. You could see the freckles that lined her face, could smell her woody scent, her voice was clearer beside your ear. And damn something snapped in you. She felt it too.
Her eyes would linger on your chest when you leaned, you eyed her up and downâgiving her a sly grin. The air changed. Her touches would linger, your voice got softer. You really wanted her and it really seemed she did too.
âYour friends said that?â
You asked, arms crossed. She finished her drink, shrugging, âI donât know. My friends say Iâm intimidating. That I give off dominant vibes.â
Whatever came over you then, youâre glad it did.
A finger slipped into her harness, tugging her just a bit closer. Nothing uncomfortable, but it did close a bit of distance.
âAre you?â
That set it off. Her eyes got dark, pupils blown as she looked down to your lips.
âDamn please let me kiss you.â
A smile and a nod later she had you on your back on the mat, hands above your head as she kissed you breathless. She tugged her white tank over her head with an arm. Her sports bra that was peeking the whole night was revealed.
You weaved your free hand into her hair, kissing her while undoing her pony tail. The rubber band fell somewhere, but that didnât matter to you at all. You were hot, body slick and shiny. She was in a similar boat, lips open and pantingâcoming back down on yours with little wet sounds. You moaned so sweetly in her ear when she dragged those red lips down your neck.
âFuck youâre so hot,â she mumbles, breathing in deep on your neck before biting.
You laugh, âsays you.â
She snaps back then. Her moods switching as she places soft pecks down your body until she kissed right above your pants. You nodded, begging her.
âDonât gotta ask me twice,â she whispers to nobody in particular as she slides them down your legsâleaving you in your underwear.
She slid her finger between your folds, breathing shakily when she sees how you shudder. Youâre warm again when she hovers you again.
âPlease I need you to let me fuck you. Shit youâre so hot, I need you.â
âPlease Ellieââ
Her name coming off your pretty lips was enough to make her groan. She smiles like sheâs high, kissing on your clit over your underwear. You gasp, a hand tugging at her hair while the other dug into the mat.
She tugged your underwear to the side, slipping a finger in. A hand flew to cover your mouth, eyes shutting. Slight embarrassment filled you knowing sheâs seeing how wet you are, meanwhile Ellieâs on cloud nineâgetting high off of you.
One, two, three fingers later and you have your back arched towards her. Her focus is on your face, eyes darting around to catch every shift. Eyebrows furrowing, lips dropping open, your deep breaths, nails gripping tighter on the spongy mat.
âEls, oh fuck-!â
You cried. Her pace was steady, you guess itâs from the way she works her arms out daily for hours. It pays off.
âEllieâEls!â
She kisses your jaw, âcome for me, please.â
Her body on yours, her veiny fingers working you open, her pale green eyes on yours, her little pants. Fuck you came hard. You gripped onto her tighter, actually with force to make her wince.
âDamn,â she brings her fingers out, licking them.
âDidnât know you had this in you,â you breathe out, âyou look innocent.â
She hums, ânot to my friends apparently.â
Your pants are slid back on your legs by her truly. Her body sliding to lay beside you.
âWanna go on a date?â
âLike now?â
âIf you wanna,â she starts, looking away from you almost nervously.
âIâd love to.â
#ellie williams#ellie tlou#ellie x reader#ellie#ellie the last of us#ellie williams smut#ellie williams x reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie x y/n#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams fanfiction#tlou ellie williams#ellie williams tlou#tlou ellie#ellie x you#ellie x f!reader#ellie x fem!reader#ellie x female reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x f!reader#ellie williams x fem!reader#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams x female reader#ellie fanfic#ellie smut#rock climber!ellie#ellie fic#ellie fluff#ellie williams fic#the last of us fic
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Playing with naruto boys hair âââ*:ă»ïŸ
Slightly suggestive (kankuro ofc)
Characters: NarutođŠ,sasukeđĄïž,Itachiđ„, kakashiđ, kibađș, shikamaruđïž,shinođȘČ,nejiđ,Leeđ„,chojiđ„,gaaraâł,kankurođȘ
NarutođŠ-*
He loves attention so honesty he is down for anything. Weither your petting his head or braiding it he will always rub into your hand like a little puppyđ he doesnât beg for you to play with his hair but he never refuses the offer~
You were braiding his hair while he slowly fell asleep, thinking he was already asleep you started to talk to yourself â ugh your so cute with your fluffy hairâ you whisper âtsk, and you think it makes you look like a hedgehog, a cute hedgehog if anything~â then you can hear him giggle and turn a soft pink âoh my god your awake?!â âHeheheheâŠyeahhhâ âthanks y/n~â
SasukeđĄïž-*ïżŒ
He thinks heâs so tough and mostly it is but when he gets all soft with you late at night all he wants is to cuddle and for you to play with his hair. He just lays on your chest and when you donât start playing with his hair he will clear his throat in a very dramatic way!
âAEhemHHHHâ ââŠyes?â âWell? Arent you going toâŠ?â âHuh?â âPlay with my hair y/n!!!â âOhhhhh! I knew that I just wanted to hear you say it~â âY/N!â You giggle at his neediness ïżŒ
Itachiđ„-*
Straight forward, to the point, just âplay with my hair.â And thatâs it. He can be very timid but most of the time heâs not ashamed to ask for things!
âY/n? My darling?â âYes?â He sits down infront of you âcan you play with my hair?â You reach down and kiss his hair softly âof course!â And you drag your fingers through his soft hair you ask âanything else baby?â He whimpers softly at the head massage âI love you y/nâŠâ you giggle âI love you too!â
Kakashiđ-*
Every time you see his hair down itâs just an urge to go up to him a play with it, it looks so soft honestly! You never have before but one day after he takes a nice shower and walk out with his hair down and freshly dried you just had to ask!
âWhy are You staring at me y/n? You think Iâm that handsome?~â he teases âwell you are handsome but Iâm just looking at your hairâ âah why?â âIt looks so soft!â âOh!âŠwant to touch it?â He walks over to you bowing his head in front of you while giving you cute puppy eyes. You reach for a strand of his hair and just as you thought it was soft as silk! âOh my god what conditioner do you use babe?â He giggles while sitting down next to you, not moving his head away from your loving hand. You sat there playing with his hair for hours!
Kibađș-*
He always sees how excited akamaru gets when you pet him so he kinda wondered what if felt like, but he didnât want to be weird so he didnât know how to ask. So he didnât ask!
âWhatâs up kibaa?â âHey y/n!!â He lays down on your lap which he does often but this time he did something different âcan I have your hand y/n?â âOf course puppy!â He grabs your hand and immediately places it on his head waiting for you to get the hint. âUh? Heh what are you doingâŠOHHHHH you want me to play with your hairrr how cutee!!â âShut up y/n!!! Gosh cant a guy get some pets without being teased.â You laugh at his response. But you gladly gave him all the pets he wanted! (Akamaru was jealous)
Shikamaruđïž-*
Similar to kakashi, you rarely see his hair down so once you saw him relaxing in bed with his hair down you couldnât resist
You crawl in bed with him which Suprisingly he didnât realize, but once you started playing with the ends of his hair he opened his eyes to look at you âuh, what are you doing dear?â âPlaying with your hairâ âw-why?â âBecause I Love You?â âHm, OkâŠâŠcan you brush it out while your at it? Itâll get frizzy and Iâm to lazy to deal with itâ âof course! But only if you donât whine about itâ âbe gentle and I wonât whine!â He closes his eyes waiting to feel the brush softly dragging through his hair (for now on he always asks you to brush his hair)
ShinođȘČ-*
He doesnât mind what you do to him as long as your happy! I feel like his hair gets frizzy in humidity and your happy to take care of it, kind of like shika. Except he asks you to help not because of the frizz he just secretly likes your hands on his hair
He walks up to you after a fresh shower and hands you a comb, detangle stray and a normal brush. You look up at him a little lost just to see his hair poofy and slightly curled ââŠdo you want me to do your hair?â âYes I donât know howâ (he does he just wants you to do it) âhm Finee, cmon sit in front of meâ you took very nice care of his hair which he appreciated so much. Now most of the time when you play with his hair it just turns into you playing salon with him (LOL)
Nejiđ-*
Iâve said it before he loves it when you play with his hair but he will never ask. Normally he just sits next to you and play with his own hair until you do it for him. He thinks heâs so sneaky when he does it but in reality itâs so obvious he wants your attention
Heâs currently braiding the ends of his hair which he never does so you knew what he wanted already âneji what are you doing sweetheart?â âJust braiding my hairâ He looks up at you with a small smirk hoping you caught on âoh ok!âŠmay I help?â âYESâ ââŠâ âuhm I meanâŠsure!â Heâs not smooth at all but letâs just pretend he is- he just lays on his stomach and letâs you do whatever you want to his long hair. You can put it up in a bun or maybe a ponytail, whatever you pick he just likes the attention!
Leeđ„-*
He also LOVESSSS attention, love and care no matter what! He would just jump onto you and beg for you to pet him! Which you always do, especially after a long day he lovesss ittt
âY/n-Chan! Please! I would do anything just for you to play with my hair!â You look at him for a while just to soak in his pouty lips and puppy dog eyes, but you took to long to respond so he took it as a no apparently. âPLEASE,PLEASE,PLEASE,PLEASE,PLE-â âYES LEE OK!!â âYAY!â He tucks his head into your hand so you could hold onto his face while playing with his hair, also so he can stare at your beautiful face with love in his eyes
Chojiđ„-*
Now this boy has a lot of hair, itâs a like a blanket! So sometimes you just cling to his back and bury your head into his fluffy hair. Other than cuddling into his hair you also love playing with it. One time you put them into two pig tails and he looks ADORABLE! He didnât take them out the whole day
âYour sooooo CUTEEE AHHHâ He is currently twirling his hair which you put into a cute ponytail âya think so y/n?â âMhm!! But letâs try something elseeâ you take the band holding his hair up out gently as to not put any hair out, then you dragged both hands from his scalp all the way down his hair which made him shiver. You grabbed two pieces of his hair from the front of his head to put them into two buns. After that you took a look at his cute face. âOh my gosh you look like a cute little bear!â âHa little?â âYeah your just a silly little guy!â Which made him blush. He loves moments like this
Gaaraâł-*
He is very timid with any new form of physical affection so when you suggested playing with his hair he was a little shy but also confused, why does she want to touch my hair? Is it because itâs red? He didnât understand but was willing
âIâm ok with you touching my hair Iâm just wondering why?â You smile at his curiosity âitâll feel good sweetheart, Iâll give you a nice head massage~â he likes massages so that comforted him a little. Once you made contact with his hair he felt a little less anxious. âFeel good?â His eyes softened while he turned drowsy âyesâŠthank youâ he fell asleep not to far into the massage, but now you know any time he has trouble sleeping you could put him to sleep by playing with his hair
KankurođȘ-*
Iâve said before he LOVES his hair, you rarely get to touch is. But he will let you touch it if you pull it play with it which he does like but never admits it
âWhy would I let your touch my glorious hair!â âYou let me pull it last night?â âSHUP UP?!â Teasing him is always fun so you get a laugh out of it, but you do really want to play with his hair âno serious let me play with it! I promise youâll love ittt~â âUghhhh fineeeeeâ he mumbled while he sits on his knees infront of you. Once you actually started playing with it He visibly relaxed âtold you youâd love itttâ âI donât love it! I justâŠyeah fine you win I love itâ
#naruto reactions#naruto scenarios#naruto headcanons#naruto imagines#naruto x reader#sasuke uchiha#sasuke x reader#sasuke uchiha x reader#itachi x reader#itachi uchiha#kakashi x reader#kakashi hatake#kiba inuzuka#kiba x reader#shikamaru nara#shikamaru x reader#shino aburame#shino x reader#neji hyuga#neji hyuga x reader#rock lee#rock lee x reader#choji akimichi#choji x reader#gaara of the sand#gaara x reader#kankuro or the sand#kankuro x reader#naruto fanfiction
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Look at this photograph
(joel miller x f!reader)
The half sequel (Chapter 1.5) to Never made it as a wise man
WC: 3.5k | Part 1 | Other fics | Rating: 18+Â
Summary: you open Joelâs dick pic and (after examination) decide to give him a call
Note: itâs me ya boi (gn), back with more divorceddadrockdilf!joel bc you guys get me. i know yâall want them to fuck, and I want them to fuck too. unfortunately, this flowed through me first, and I am merely a vessel for the spirit of buttrock joel.Â
so, until they get their freak nasty on, please enjoy this as a chapter 1.5, with gratuitous dick pic art critique and crankinâ it over the phone <3 donât worry, heâs still a lil pathetic. mistakes and bad jokes are all on me.Â
Tags: au no outbreak modern joel, divorced dad rock dilf joel x f!reader, picks up right where ch.1 ended, dick pic descriptions, alternating pov, dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation, itâs all just phone sex, but edge yourself through it with fond memories of ch. 1, still crackish, but i am still dead serious about it being hot so idc
inspo playlist i found on spotify: Divorced Dad Rock: BANGERZ
thanks: to @hellishjoel for hosting the #hotdilfsummerchallenge and to everyone who enjoyed part 1Â
@gothcsz i promise fuckboy!joel is cookin, heâs just in the crockpot rn. heâs gotta tenderize like a white ladyâs pinterest recipe for pulled pork.Â
* i tried to tag everyone who wanted more, but if you donât wanna be here iâll remove it <3 or if i missed you and you want to be tagged next time pls let me know
âOh, Jesus Christ,â you blurt out after opening the message from Joel. The vulgar dick pic sends a prickly worm of arousal slithering down your spine.Â
Without thinking, you tilt the phone down toward your chest, and your eyes shoot up like youâve got to make sure nobody saw your naughty message. Warmth blooms on your cheeks as the flash of embarrassment starts to dissolve. You donât need to hide.Â
Youâre in your bed, in your apartment, wearing Joelâs grubby Creed t-shirt. The one that smells like Degree Sport and a Jiffy Lube break room. You're free to look at all the dick pics your heart desires. And thatâs what youâre going to do.Â
The wiggle of bashful energy turns into a squirm as you shift your hips, seeking a comfy position in bed. The t-shirt bunches up under your back and you wonder if the unique Joel scent of it will linger on your pillow beneath your shoulders. You knew pilfering the shirt on the way out the door was a good move, and now you get to enjoy your trophy. It makes it feel like the broad-as-a-barn-door DILF himself was still close enough to touch you.Â
It gives you another bright shudder when you think about the noises he made when he came in your hand earlier. The disappointed grunts of âfuck, waitâ and how he tried to choke down the throaty groan that came from deep in his chest. Fuck. The perverted gremlins that have a permanent residence in your mind have been roused by the digital dick, and now they chitter and squawk at you. More! More! More! Â
You reopen the message, and seeing it gives you another rush. You save the picture to your phone storage. For your personal collection. Mine now, big boy. Your chin starts to dip towards your chest. Itâs like youâre giving your phone the Kubrick stare with the ghost of a smirk. Youâre free to take your time with this one. And you can be as much of a creep as you want. That makes you sigh softly and sink deeper against your pillows.Â
Before this afternoon, it was titillating when Joel would pop up in your mind's eye with his slutty slo-mo scenes. The one where he was bent over your car's engine like Megan Fox in that Transformers movie. Or, that damn happy trail tease with the t-shirt-sweat-rag move. You had just enough imagery to let your dirty thoughts take the wheel.Â
And, god, you had a good production team in your mind for projects starring Joel. Adding this will give the team a whole lot more to work with. You can hear them crashing around your conscious like the Animaniacs on the Warner Brothers lot. Horny chaos goblin mode activated.Â
Now that you have time to study the image, from the luxury of your microfiber sheets and lamplit bedroom, you let it get pervy. Itâs your first real, lingering lookâearlier today, you were so busy trying to rile him up in his jeans that you didnât even pull it out.
It had somehow been even more delicious that way. Having him all needy and unable to stop himself from making a mess in your hand. And not just the noises, but the erratic thrusts into your tight fist? The heat of his pulsing length as he forgot himself? Yeah, youâre gonna remember that one.Â
But now? Now you need the visual. If the devil is in the details, you have a new neighbor with horns and a tail.Â
You zoom in on everything. Holding your phone closer to your face than necessary, like how do we enhance this bitch?Â
And holy shit.Â
Drool pools in your mouth and between your legs. You have the knee-jerk reaction to lick your phone.Â
You can hear Joelâs voice from earlier today. All husky and grumbly, arguing that you really were a slut for him, like, âYou are, arenât you, though? You came all this way in this excuse for a shirt just to see me?â Â He might be touch-starved enough to cream his jeans, but you just know heâs got a nasty mouth in bed, and youâve got to find out firsthand. Soon. Thereâs no reason not to, right?Â
You pause when a flicker of reasoning tickles the back of your neck.Â
Youâre back to looking in your review mirror in Joelâs driveway. The last-ditch attempt at checking your ego before you marched to his front door like a Halloween hoe bag version of Betty Crocker.Â
You had told yourself you werenât trying to fuck your (almost) friendâs (sort of) dad. Told yourself there was nothing to pursue, and even if there was, you wouldnât bite.Â
You like Ellie. Sheâs been (mostly) welcoming to you. You told yourself not to fuck anything up with the only person thatâs got a single one of your jokes at your new job.Â
You were just bringing some food as a friendly gesture. The fresh visuals to add to your spank bank reel were supposed to be a harmless bonus. Okay, maybe it was a stretch to say you had rolled up to Joelâs driveway with pure intentions.Â
And it was an even bigger stretchâwhen he added that third finger while he finger fucked you on the kitchen counterâwait, no. It was an even bigger stretch when you had told yourself you probably werenât his type anyway.Â
Like, that guy? With the fridge full of Coors Banquet? With those ugly Oakley sunglasses that you know are featured in his only picture on social media that isnât a car or truck? The guy with all the words to Buckcherryâs âCrazy Bitchâ and Puddle of Muddâs âShe Hates Meâ memorized?Â
Nah, deep down, you knew. You knew there was no way that middle-aged bachelor would turn down any action. But you hadnât planned on actually making a move, especially not a handjob in the middle of the kitchen.Â
Thatâs on Joel for leaving the door open while trying to rub one out to some bimbo on Brazzers. And for barking at you in that sexy, angry voice. And for teasing you with the bulge in his oil-stained jeans. What were you supposed to do?Â
Something must be really rotting in the logic department of your brain.Â
Hey! The gremlin voice in your head is still shouting at you. Hey!! Why are we not tasting that dick yet?!! Youâre back from your daydream and the excuses you crafted for your behavior, back to laying in your bed with Joelâs dick pic emitting a bright glow in your hand.Â
You still do want to lick the screen.Â
Fortunately for your immune system, you control your tongue. The critical part of you expels a sigh when you zoom out and take in the picture.Â
Itâs undoubtedly a nice cock, but the image as a whole? Yikes.Â
Why do men have to be so fucking thick? And blunt? Wait, now youâre just describing the slightly blurry boner lighting up your face. Thick as in dense. How can men be so dense?Â
No imagination or creativity. No patience.Â
You shake your head slightly, scoffing. No wonder you caught him hunched over his cracked phone screen. It was probably the first video loaded on the only site he had saved.Â
No sweet, sweet, buildup, setting the mood, or getting cozy. Just whippinâ it out midday or snapping a photo in some ratty sweats.Â
Like youâve never been that touch-starved or down bad?
You ignore that voice to continue your art critique.Â
The photo you sent is⊠sexy.Â
Sultry. A flirty tease. It says, âLook who has your shirt? Am I wearing it in bed? Do you think I'm wearing anything else?âÂ
Itâs all implied in the look in your eye and the picture's composition. The tease of the soft curves on the underside of your breasts, asking if he remembers what they felt like. Your hand bunching up the shirt, asking if he remembers the slide of that fist around his cock. If he remembers those fingers, the ones you sucked his sticky spend off of.Â
Such delicately crafted imagery. Personalized erotic fine art. Â
But men are so crude about it. He sees your tasteful, sexy pic, and immediately, the best his caveman brain can come up with is: send her ur dick! STAT!! Hard cock! Now!!
And, of course, he did. Taken in the dark with the flash on, making ominous shadows in the background. His old charcoal gray sweats are pulled down just enough to expose everything heâs offering.Â
The color is slightly blown out from the flash, and itâs a touch blurry where his phone didnât autofocus quickly enough. His hand looks like itâs straight up, just choking the base of his cock. Itâs jarring.Â
But thatâs really the âmanâ of it all, right? Nothing subtle or demure about a rock-hard erection jutting towards you, reaching like it could get to you on its own if it just could get a little bit harder. No, thereâs nothing coy about the raw thoughts of a man with no blood left in his brain whoâs just aching to get inside you, either.Â
And fuck if that doesnât start to override your critical analysis.Â
The glare from the flash reflects in the beads of precome rolling down his rosy tip. Mouth wateringly delicious. Your blood rushes to your pussy, filling your tender sex with heat and a deep, needy itch. It makes you dopey and silly. Not cock drunk, but like, dick pic buzzed.Â
You know it felt sizeable in your hand earlier, but you arenât an expert at estimating size from a through-the-pants handjob. You try to recreate your own grip around nothing to estimate the size.Â
You giggle to yourself when you realize you're just a woman in her bed staring at her hand, jerking an invisible cock. The horny goblins arenât amused, though. Theyâre sick of the daydreaming and distractions. Theyâre picking fights with the rest of your mind. Throwing rocks and sticks, shrieking and hissing.Â
The part of your brain that was griping about how men used to write love letters and respect the art of romance is getting quieter and further from your faculty for caring. You can hear its muffled shouts, and you assure that voice that you wonât give it all up this easily. Then, you completely tune it out.Â
The last brain cell with a complaint has you rolling your eyes. You have to be ovulating or something because itâs wholly debased the way this guy is doing it for you.Â
Heâs just shameless with it.Â
You sent him tasteful underboob, and he gives you jumpscare dick-in-the-dark! How is this supposed to escalate? He gave it all up immediately! You send another picture, and he sends you his money shot? Whatâs he gonna do to give you more? Send you an asshole shot? That one makes you snort. You bet he would do it, too, if you asked.Â
Oh, that gives you a better idea. Heâs not getting another picture from you at all. You tap on his name and tap the call icon. Of course, this horny motherfucker answers immediately. You arenât sure it even rang before youâre connected to his porny bedroom voice.Â
âWhat are you wearing, dollface?âÂ
âI already showed you. Call me dollface again, and Iâm hanging up.âÂ
You can hear his breathing like heâs got the mic on his phone in his mouth. That would typically drive you fucking nuts, but right now, you wanna hear his heavy breath against your ear and feel it hot against your skin.
âAll right,â he speaks slowly, distracted. You know why. âYou wanna be my slut, instead?âÂ
Fuck. That has you throbbing between your legs, but he doesnât get to know that yet.Â
âI already told you,â you keep your voice low and soft, âyou donât get to call me a slut for you, not with your behavior.â You strain, trying to hear any other noises, but his mic is probably clogged with dust from his shop or lint from the pocket of his sweats. You can just hear his fucking breathing.Â
âWhat behavior, baby?â he rasps.
âYou always jump straight to sending a picture of your cock?âÂ
You hear the soft snort through the phone. Followed by a deeper, throatier noise. A noise that makes you go cross-eyed and has you running a hand down to your naked lower half to tease yourself.Â
âYou always steal a manâs clothes after you come on his fingers?âÂ
You donât really care what he asked. His voice makes your tongue go numb. Your mind goes blank. You start slowly, coating your own fingers in your slick arousal and drawing circles with a light touch.Â
You hum a noncommittal response into the phone.Â
âYou look good in my shirt, baby, fuck,â he trails off breathlessly. The idea of you in his clothes gets him too close.Â
You donât answer, and heâs too far gone to wait and tease.Â
Heâs been wound up since you took off this afternoon, and it doesnât feel like a coincidence that you sent him that pic when he had just gotten into bed.
It had taken ages to get his brother out of the shop this afternoon, and then Joel completely fucked up when he mentioned you and the lasagna. He had to begrudgingly host Tommy for dinner when he couldnât come up with a better excuse than saying, âIâm gonna need you to fuck off so I can deal with the aching balls Iâve got from your surprise visit scaring away the woman I had my fingers knuckle deep inside.â
But when he was finally alone, it was like fate; your text came through right after he flopped onto his bed. His semi-stiff cock had sprung to full mast at the sight of you. The shirt he knew he didnât fuckinâ lose, your soft curves, and the expression on your face. Like a vixen. Your PG-13 tease would do more for him than any X-rated video.Â
Knowing you were thinking about him and that you wanted him to know? That had him throbbing. He already knew from the desire in your eyes earlier today that you wanted more.
He could swear his fingers still hold the lingering flavor of your wet cunt. The visceral memory of you has him on edge. When he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, he has to pause, holding firmly in place. His body screams and aches for release, but heâs determined to keep it in check. He doesnât want to blow his load until he gets a response from you.Â
He fights his urges, trying not to fuck his own fist in a frantic race to come.Â
But, fuck, itâs difficult when he can imagine the sounds youâd make as you sank onto his cock for the first time. The face youâd make. Your tight, wet walls hugging him just right. Like, heâs where heâs meant to be.Â
And the way you would look, bouncing on top of him. Your tits, your blissed-out face, the way your soft lips would part when you called out his name and cried for more.Â
Those lips.Â
The way heâd love to see them swollen and slobbering around the base of his cock. Fuck. His hips buck reflexively, and he hisses out a breath through his clenched teeth. When his phone lights up with your name, he answers before it can make a sound. Youâre so bold. He likes that. It plasters a saucy grin on his face.Â
And now, with your breathy voice crackling through his janky phone speaker, heâs not gonna last long. You've got him losing his composure for the second time in one day. His whole body is rigid. His toes flex and snap unconsciously, and his jaw tenses. He hears your soft moan, and his thoughts are overflowing. He has no filter left.Â
âYeah, baby? You moaning for me?â His hips punch up into his fist, and he gives in, allowing himself firm, severe strokes. âYouâve got me so hard. You moaning for my cock?âÂ
You are so not gonna answer that one. If the next words out his mouth are, âYeah, you like that?â youâre gonna block him for that. But it is undeniably hot to hear him already so worked up. You just know heâs gonna be coming all over himself again for you, and that really does make you moan just for him.
Your noises earn you another growly groan from Joel that youâd kill to hear again. The more uninhibited his noises are, the louder you get in response.
âYou using your fingers, or you have a toy?â his question is punctuated with a grunt.Â
âMm, just fingers,â you purr, finally granting him an actual response as you roll your hips. Having Joel on the line gives you a heady sense of satisfaction. Wondering whatâs going to come out of his filthy mouth next gives you a shiver of anticipation.Â
âI know that sweet pussy is just achinâ to be filled again.â Correct.Â
âYes.âÂ
âSâright, baby, I know.âÂ
Joel whimpering on the phone for you is absolutely going to get you off. Your hips chase your own fingers. You switch your phone audio to speakerphone and drop it on your pillow so you can use both hands. Pinching at your own nipples as if it were Joelâs big hand under your smuggled shirt.Â
âTell me,â he pants, âwho do you need to fill it for you?âÂ
âYou, Joel.âÂ
âFuck,â he chokes out, âyou wanna ride this cock, huh baby?âÂ
âMhmm.â Bingo. Right again. You wish you could feel the pressure of him inside of you, massaging and soothing away the agony. The weight of his body atop of yours, so solid and secure. You can just about feel the pressure of his pelvis grinding into you. The friction from the coarse curls at the base of his cock getting you closer and closer.Â
âKnow youâd do so good,â he cuts himself off with a low noise, âso damn sexy.âÂ
âWhat else would you do with me?â You wanna hear it. For your own fantasy and to know what heâs into. Â
âIâd have you taking me down your throat til youâre crying on it for me, fuck,â a primal noise erupts from him.
Face fucking. Of course. You canât deny that when he says it, your body responds instantaneously. Your pussy floods eagerly at the idea, and your cheeks burn hot from the visual he gives you. You swallow down your moans, and you can imagine the weight of him on your tongue and the strain of trying to swallow around his cock.Â
âYou wanna come down my throat?â As if that isnât a fucking siren song that would make him steer a fleet of ships into a cliff? Your salacious words are too much.Â
âShit. Yeah, baby, wanna watch you swallow for me.â You let all your moans and gasps flow freely for him to hear. âIâm so fuckinâ close,â he canât stop the words from spilling out his mouth, âlet me hear it, baby,â he canât stop his pending bliss either. âPlease, baby, I canât, oh f-fuck,â he cuts himself off with another primitive grunt, and thatâs precisely what your cavewoman cunt wanted to hear.Â
âYes! Yes! Yes!â The horny goblins chant out loud this time. You can envision sweaty, pleading Joel lurching toward a reckless, full-body climax.Â
Youâre far from grace when the crude sounds he lets out turn you into an uncivilized beast. You hear him gasping, growling, and whining for you. It plunges you into a staggering orgasm. Rolling waves of ecstasy leave you panting and sweating. Â
You lie in bed, chest rising and falling beneath the Creed logo. Youâre left stunned at the intensity. A dreamy smile spreads across your face, and warm contentment, like honey, pours slowly over your muscles. Relaxing you as your tension softens and you turn to pick your phone back up.
Why was it so wholly consuming just to listen to him? Imagining the mess he made again,
because of you.Â
Maybe youâre just made for each other.Â
You and Joel.Â
Oh, god. You should start listening to Alanis Morissette and Evanescence and trade your car for a 1990s-era Toyota 4runner and a pack of Marlboro Smooths. Really lean into matching his freak and the divorced alt-rock vibes.
You laugh softly into your phone before a deep sigh possesses you, and you nearly fall asleep. You stretch and smile, letting your heavy eyelids rest.Â
Heâs muttering something at you, catching his breath from the stress of being that fucking horned up for you all evening. And the overexertion of lasting long enough to hear your sweet cries of release.Â
âYouâre unreal,â his smoky voice rings with awe. âGot me shooting loads like a fucking teenager.â
You snort at the juxtaposition of his tender voice and crude comment before ending the call with a whispered, âGoodnight.âÂ
It shouldnât make you smile.Â
But heâs somehow such an enticing disaster. A cliche lonely bachelor, a cocksure idiot who knows heâs got a big dick and a generous guy who was willing to fix a stranger's car.Â
You shouldnât be trying to justify it, but you know he had you figured out earlier.Â
You may be sated tonight, but you wonât be able to rest.
Not until you get your hands on that DILF â or rather, your pussy on that dick.Â
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NARUTO OMEGAVERSE â
àšà§ alpha! naruto au x omega! reader (f)
â what they would give you as a courting gift (pairing : naruto, shikamaru, sasuke, itachi, rock lee, neji)
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ALPHA! NARUTO
naruto is a joyous and energetic person, his gift are as vibrant as him. in order to court you, he would definitely take you out on some dates. ichiraku ramen sounds like the perfect place to begin his courting! it's a place which holds countless of precious memories for him and he wants you to get to know him better. he's someone who speaks his mind, so I think he'll really talk openly about his desires and interests in you, it's one of the rare times he's being serious and it's truly a sight to see.
onto a more materialistic approach, naruto will 100% gifts you plushies. he thinks it's an adorable way to connect the both of you. extra points if the plushie is the effigy of kurama! he will sometimes scent it, sometimes not. it all depends on how you react to them, he'll pay attention to your reactions and decides if that was the right move.
I also think naruto will choose a more natural and spontaneous courting, surprising you with cute and funny outings. helping you escape at night so you can both see the stars together. he'll throw cute notes at you to cheer you up during class...
overall, naruto just wishes to spend more time with you, make you laugh and smile. he really considers your happy face as a reward, it literally makes his day. he wants the both of you to know each other and grow closer.
ALPHA! SASUKE
now sasuke is definitely more reserved in his approach and less explicit about his feelings for you. nonetheless, he won't stay on the sidelines and let other alphas steal you from him. I don't think he'll give you gifts at the very beginning, he's prudent and will first and foremost test the waters by subtly scenting you at times and assess your reaction. if he considers it a green light, he'll start acting more assertive. probably a few stargazing sessions to begin with and when you start to get closer, he'll be more possessive about his courting.
I think he would give an item related to his clan. it could be a luxurious silk robe with the uchiha crest at its back. he would love to see you wear it, in his mind, it serves as a symbol of unity and pride, having his omega wear that would reinforce the seriousness of your relationship along with solidifying his potential claim on you.
in the same spirit, later into the courting, sasuke would gift you a uchiha clan heirloom. that way, he puts you under his protection and his claim on you is now strong and clear, serving as a warning to all alphas that you're his. its strengthens your bond as it's a deep acknowledgment of the importance your hold in his life.
and in fact, sasuke's gift serves as a proof of his commitment to you and your relationship and it feels reassuring to know that he considers you as a member of his clan.
ALPHA! SHIKAMARU
as expected of shikamaru, he has a pretty good understanding of omegas' nature and will therefore, make pretty good gifts. he has a pretty laidback behaviour, this is why I think he wouldn't want to make courting seems too ceremonial and will adopt a more casual approach. oh you're cold ? here's his jacket, scented. you don't even have to ask, shikamaru is just great at making things seem so normal. you mentioned you liked soft items ? here's a cute blanket he bought today, no it's not really a gift, just a thanks for spending the day with him. and it's just that. of course if you're careful you'll catch him blushing if he sees you snuggling his scarf, it's redolent with his pheromones and he's pleased to see you look so safe.
other than that, it's mainly lazy indoor dates. just you taking a few naps, progressively getting closer to each other until you eventually fall asleep on his chest.
overall, shikamaru likes to do things according to your tastes and doesn't want his courting to seem unnatural and bizarre. he tries his best to be his usual self while also trying not to get too shy, surprisingly.
ALPHA! ROCK LEE
lee is a great alpha, always cheering you on. he's very open about his love for you and he just needs you to give in. of course he knows you're more reserved and needs more time to get to know him before you can make a decision. that's why he's so patient and devoted to you during the courting process. flowers, cheesy love notes, wood sculptures with your initials... with lee it's never ending and you're always surprised with what he was able to come up with.
he will give you gifts, but he'll also often take you out on dates for fun adventures, at least that's what he calls them. genuinely thinks rock climbing & hiking are the best ideas. if he discovers you're not sporty at all, don't worry! lee is more than happy to carry you around, take your hands to help you walk through a particularly tricky path and asks you if you need a break every five minutes. he takes it as his chance to prove to you how alpha, how reliable he is. how much his unwavering determination and passion are yours only.
probably will try cooking snacks, like cookies or brownies but I don't think he's that much of a cook so it'll end up messy. you'll have to console him about this fail attempt and reassure him that you can be the one cooking for him instead!
ALPHA! NEJI
neji is a great observer, he has your tastes and hobbies all figured out and he knows how to choose the perfect gifts. he is very gentle with the omega he is trying to court and his gifts are as thoughtful as you can imagine. small accessories! after assessing what you like, he'll settle on a small hairpin with soft colours, which compliment your eyes. jewelry as well! a subtle bracelet, a ring or anything, just to remind you that he thinks about you all the time. it's a way to show people that you too are connected and that neji is already pursuing you, the others can back off.
he knows you're sensitive to smells, so probably a few candles with sweet fragrant and cute designs. perfumes? (or insence burner) as long as he likes the smell, he's buying. he loves to know you're wearing the scent he has chosen for you, it's like a pre-mark. it's not his scent yet but it's only a matter of time.
however, neiji will not force things, you'll wear his pheromones yes, but only when you feel ready and you have completely accepted him.
a delicately sewed kimono, or an item you'll be able to wear more easily, like a scarf, gloves... but! his favourite courting gift and the gift which really sealed your relationship is the cute pendant around your neck, carrying a piece of his cloth so that you always smell like him. it's subtle, but enough for the time being, he'll have plenty more time later to scent you profusely!
ALPHA! ITACHI
to. provide.
this man's main goal is to provide for you and to show you he can do it. he's reliable and he's desperate to have a chance with you. please notice him.
while getting to know him, you'll get plenty of nest items, scented of course. a lot of blankets, a few pillows and some of his clothes, he'll give it all to you. he'll even help you build your nest if you let him, he's not so sure about what he's doing but he's attentive and learns fast so you can count on him!
he'll get you food as well. you'll never be hungry with itachi. when you meet up, if he didn't already brought snacks with him, you can be sure he'll buy some later just for you. you paying isn't even a option.
just like his brother, he'll give you clothes you can wear on a daily basis with the uchiha clan crest on them. all that to assure your protection and to claim you, nobody wants to meet a jealous uchiha anyways.
he's a bit quiet at times so he'll use notes to share his feelings. it's always really touching and delicate, you know he means it.
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Rockstar Girlfriend
Older!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader
wc: 3.7 K summary: You're Damian's girlfriend, and his family wants to visit your concert warnings: none, no y/n used, established relationship a/n: I often daydream about this scnenario, so here you go. divider from @super-marvel-dc , just the stuff I needed ! enjoy
Tuning your guitar does get on your nerves on tours, especially right before you need to go on stage and the E-string seems to snap any moment. Your earpiece counts the few last beats down before the lights go off and you have to be on stage, finally getting the guitar tuned for the show. The supporting band got off stage a few mintues ago, hyping you and your bandmates up for the show, since you are the main act. This band is the most sweetest youâve ever met, even when they play a little softer music than you.
Just in time, you get to your mic stand and can only see some flashlights from phones in the crowd before you and your band play the first chord of the opening song. Ear-deafening shouts and cheers errupt from the crowd, having to focus on staying in the rythm, also to begin singing on the right time.
The lightshow of the stage gives the crowd an even more beautiful and energetic view, most of them singing along the first words of the song while some record with their phones. It seems like youâre singing to a see of people, not able to recognise this many faces or even identify some with the lights flickering to the beat of the music, having to focus on multiple things at the same time anyway. But one thing is that you are sure of. Itâs that your boyfriend should be here, most likely somewhere in the front rows. As you continue to play and sing, youâre intently watching the crowd on the first rows, trying to make out where he is. It is nearly impossible though, the lightshow making it less possible to actually recognise anyone from the stage.
You give up after a moment and focus on performing, jumping around lightly at the parts where you donât need to sing and can have fun. It seems like the viewers also have a lot of fun with your music, seeing some mosh-pits form further in the back and middle. You had trouble believing it at first when you saw people file out of the hall with your first few concerts, that there are some rowdy and elder people who enjoy your music. Theyâre probably the same ones in the pit right now. Good thing Damian is probably at the front, he wouldâve seriously injured people on accident.
Your band is two songs in, but the set list still has twenty songs left, promising for a long night. Damian is indeed by the front rows, standing among other hardcore fans who seem too desperate for his taste. But who is he to judge, he tries to make it to every concert you guys announce and play near by. Always getting some kind of merch by the merch stands before the show, small stickers or patches, you name it; he has it.
During a more heavy song, you engange with the crowd as usual, telling them to part the crowd for the up-coming breakdown. Of course, the crowd does a good job at that, some people in the front and back just watching the show and crowd while the band continues to play.
The breakdown, the most heaviest part of the song, start playing and the people create a âWall of Deathâ, it looking satisfying from your view. Your bassist does most of the screaming vocals on the extra mic stand, getting to play the thrilling chords on your guitar while watching the crowd have fun.
Finally, you meet eyes with Damian. He grins proudly, wearing a shirt with your band logo on it. He gives you a thumbs up, seemingly proud and happy to support you on one of your bigger perfomances. Normally, you play at smaller stages, but the support band and your new support and love from fans made this possible to happen. Itâs a sight to see, knowing all these people like the stuff youâre creating for your own enjoyment and actively support your band because they want more of your music.
Youâre halfway through your setlist now, not being nervous at all now as you get used to the feeling fairly quickly. Itâs always during the middle of the set when it is time for a small break, getting to drink some water while engaging with the crowd and entertaining them. And who would your bandmates be if they wouldnât mess around with the other mic while you talk, making the crowd laugh and record the interaction with your band. After the joksters finally lock in, itâs time to perform the last half of the set list. The crowd really does give their best on having fun, never having seen so many mosh pits in one of your concerts before.
The show comes to an end, being sweaty and worn out after the perfomance but you canât leave without throwing some guitar picks and drumming sticks to the crowd, a lot of them being happy over it and catching them.
Lastly, you could finally leave for the backstage and into your private room to get unready and settle down into your own respective homes.
»Was your lovey-dovey boyfriend here again?« Your drummer asks while drying his hair off with a towel, always talking about your boyfriend as if he would take him from you. In a friendly, funny way, of course.
»Yeah, somewhere in the front row. Why?«
You answer back while taking off your make up in front of a mirror, glancing behind your shoulder at him.
»I just saw him too. Seemed like he was wearing our merch!«
He tells you excitedly with a big grin, making sure to get his hair dry from his sweat.
»Yeah, he definitely wore our merch.« You nod back as your face is bare again, walking over to your bag at the couch. Your bandmates seem to giggle and mostly joke a bit around with how cheesy your boyfriend is, being used to their shenanigans by now. You settle down on the couch for a moment, your feet and legs aching from standing and performing for almost an hour tonight, having been preparing and helping the technicians with setting up the lightshow and stage this afternoon, since you feel bad for them doing all this for your band.
Eventually, you make your way outside of the arena to meet your boyfriend, having your bag over your shoulder while the staff is taking care of the rest. He is standing by the back door, right where you walked out of, greeting him with a tight hug.
»God, Iâm sweaty, I probably stink so bad...«
Damian doesnât even budge and keeps you in his arms, a soft expression on his face.
»So what? You were amazing up there. As always.«
He shrugs and doesnât seem to want to let go of you yet, swaying together from side to side which makes you both smile at the other.
Damian walks you home, ending up carrying you once you mention about your feet hurting. Thereâs something deeply affectionate in the way he holds and carries you in his arms, not leaving room for any arguments about it.
The night ends with him dropping you off by your home, exchanging some fleeting kisses before he is forced to leave for patrol with the others.
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The Wayne Mane, 11:26 PM
»Are you not going to explain why youâre late this time?« Bruce gruff voice calls out once Damian joins the rest on the rooftop, changed in his suit and ready to patrol finally.
»He was at his girlfriends concert. They had a show nearby today.« Tim snitches, making it short but also making Damian glare at him even harder.
»Is that true?«
His father questions again and awaits his answer, receiving a nod as Damian looks at him finally.
»Yes, I was at her show. Bought a shirt.«
Batman simply sighs out but doesnât seem annoyed by it for more than five seconds.
»Where was it this time?« He asks with rather more curiousity, making Damian state the name of the city, having driven back by train with you together to drop you off safely.
The conversation doesnât last long as they begin to patrol, Damian having a bit of trouble hearing at first, still used to the loud music from earlier. The patrol ends up being as usual, no serious troubles.
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Next morning at the Manor seems to be chaotic once again, some voices coming from the kitchen while Bruce is sipping on a cup of coffee with a newsletter in hand.
»Why canât we ever join when youâre going out with her? Sheâs so nice and fun to talk to, itâs unfair!«
Dick complains from the kitchen as he prepares some toast for himself, Damian sitting by the kitchen island with a cup of tea in hand.
»If you wouldnât try to disturb their dates, maybe he would have her come over more frequently.«
Tim counters as he is at the kitchen island as well, working at his laptop. The eldest son groans dramatically, defending himself from the obvious truth.
»Iâm not trying to disturb them, just trying to talk and see how itâs going...«
»Definitely invading their privacy.«
It seems like Dick still wants to spend more time all together with you and the family, but itâs clear that you donât have much time now with your small tour going on and them being vigilantes.
»I would also like to see her more often, but youâve got to understand she has her own duties, just like us.«
Alfred chimes in as he walks into the kitchen, preparing more tea as he talks. The discussion is interrupted as Bruce finally walks in, interrupting the complains of Dick and mean comments from Damian.
»Why donât we visit one of her concerts? Weâve never been to one before.«
It is really bizarre for him to suggest something like this, especially since he seems to need to work a lot lately. Maybe he has finally gone mad?
At the silence he receives, he continues, seeing the bewildered looks from his children.
»Iâm simply saying we never saw her perform. It canât be that bad, can it?«
Cass, who just happens to stand by the door studies the others, not being against it herself. She raises her hand with a nod, seemingly agreeing with the idea. Damian notices, and the rest does as well, making Jason speak up finally.
»She does rock and metal, right?«
»Yes, but â «
Damian really doesnât want the rest to tag along to the next concert you give in town, knowing it will mostly be embarrassing and they will probably get spotted more easily by reporters or simple fans.
But before he could finish his sentence, everyone raises their hand lightly, even Alfred being okay with the idea.
»Are you kidding me?« He sighs out, being clearly overpowered as the plan is settled.
The Wayneâs will be at your next concert.
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Your bandmates almost freak out once you tell them the news, Damian having called you and sheepishly admitted it, claiming itâs his fault. Clearly, no one is upset. Actually, everyone seems to be freaking out for all the good reasons.
Now itâs time to prepare for the show this evening, mostly texting with Damian and finally getting to prepare after getting teased by your bandmates once more.
You watch people arrive by the parking lot, seeing how many people already are inside in the arena with some drinks in hand, the show beginning in about half an hour. But you canât watch for much longer, getting dragged to the backstage to tune your guitar and warm up for the show. The supporting band plays first just like before, hyping each other up again.
"Are you there already? Please warn them about the supporting band, don't want them to get confused."
You text to Damian, hoping they are at least in the parking lot already and ready to watch the show.
"We got here an hour ago, saved some seats. I'll tell them about it."
He responds back fairly quickly, making you assume they're in the front row if they got in so early. Time goes by and the show starts, the support band starting their 45 minutes set before you come on stage and play your own set list.
As the other times, the band starts with more softer songs, getting progressively more heavy, but still not as heavy as your songs. Bruce stays standing beside Damian, not used to rock shows, but he clearly respects it and is just here out of curiousity and wants to support his 'almost-daughter-in-law' in some way. Dick seems to enjoy himself, even when this isn't his usual type of music. He is mostly fascinated by the enthusiastic crowd and how popular your band seems to be, even when you're about nineteen by now. Perks of starting young, he guesses.
Jason seems to be rather unimpressed by the show, claiming he expected some heavier stuff. But this is just the supporting band anyway, so Damian doesn't mind arguing over the loud music. Cass and Tim simply watch, them both having informend themselves before joining the show tonight. But they do seem to be rather amused by some fans. The flashing lights from the lightshow seems to amaze Cass the most though, being almost captivated by how pretty the lights shine and work on stage.
Eventually, the band goes off stage, meeting your band backstage and tells you all about the Wayne family being there, having forgotten to tell them earlier about it.
Now that it's your turn to perform, you feel more nervous than at other times. Usually, you get nervous just before the show, but it fades once you get to play the first few chords and riffs, the cheering form the crowd spurring you on even more.
This time it's different and the bassist seems to notice of it. She walks up to you, trying to hype you up and give you some motivational words, but they do little to calm your nerves down. It's too late anyway, being called up on stage by the staff. You quickly hop on stage with the rest, lights being turned off and the anticiaption rises. Your heartbeat quickens in your chest, hearing the happy crowd even with your earpiece on. The first song starts to play, strumming the intro on your guitar while doing your best to focus on getting the notes right and not play too fast.
The lights turn back on once you start to sing, as usual confident and smooth. In the back of your head you are still thinking about Damians whole family being here, not able to ignore the heart pounding heavily in your ears while you perform. You curse yourself inwardly for still being nervy, hating how new this feels, even though it's nothing new at all.
Continuing with the show, the song progresses into more heavy riffs and up beat tempo, getting a rich mix of an energetic and hearty sound. You get a smooth transition onto the next song, pushing through your slight nervousness to perform the second song with even more passion. As there are less singing parts, you get to jump around the stage a little and let go of the skittish energy inside you. From another perspective, it just looks like you're having fun.
Jason seems more impressed now, furrowing his brows lightly as he bops his head along the music lightly. Dick seems to completely lose it though, jumping with the other fans along and getting lost in the crowd eventually. Bruce stays stoic, focussing his eyes on you as he watches how you perform. You seem more alive and vibrant on stage, never having really seen you this bouncy before. Often times, when you came over, you seemed to be just a little shy but very polite. Here, you still seem to be a good soul, but a lot less shy. And that in front of probably over six hundered people.
Playing and performing the songs seem to get easier with time, not able to focus your eyes on specific people in the crowd, but it's probably better this way. Finally, you reach the half of the set list, not being nervous or anxiuos anymore. Well, you are a bit nervous since your bandmates promised to not do any embarressing stuff on stage, not entirely trusting them though.
As soon as you had a few gulps of water, you get back on your spot in the middle of the stage, hand resting on your hip while the other holds you guitar by neck for the meantime. It's time to entertain the crowd.
»A round of applause for our vocalist and her breathtaking perfomance!«
Of course, your bassist said something before you with his own extra mic stand. Nevertheless, the crowd fires up the atmosphere, getting loud shouts and cheers from them. Cass has to put her hands over her ears from how loud it is, all the while Damian smirks proudly and claps cheerfully.
»Thank you! Did you have to embarrass me?« You finally speak into your own mic as you turn to face Marcus, the bassist, earning a few chuckles from the large crowd.
Meanwhile, Jason has to physically hold Dick back from screaming something along the lines of 'We love you!' and 'You're my favourite band!' to you and fluster you more.
»Okay, ignore these goofballs for now. I need you all to part the sea for the next song. Shit's about to get heavy.« You have actually forgotten that Damian's whole family is here, realising only a moment later and immediately search for them in the crowd. You spot them being located more by the right side of the crowd, but still fairly in the middle and at the front row. Dick waves at you, earning a sheepish smile from you before focussing back on the show.
The lights turn off again, getting a countdown and metronome in your earpiece once more as the large crowd does their work and parts into two. Bruce is very confused, not getting what's about to happen. While it's not too loud he decides to ask.
»What's this about, Damian?« He only receives a sly smile from his youngest son, hoping he gets an answer.
»Are you ready for a Wall of Death?« You exclaim through the mic, earning many cheers and shouts back. But you aren't satisfied and ask again, getting an even louder response. Now Bruce knows what it's called but he has absolute zero idea what's about to happen.
Jason knows though and makes sure Cass is not in the way, not wanting to see dead bodies. The lights switch to red as usual, matching the rythm of your song again while the fans wait for the breakdown to drop. The bassist, Marcus, does most of the singing â or vocal screaming â in the song, leaving you to jump around and play some nasty riffs.
The parted crowd immediatly rushes at eachother, the Wall of death happening. Bruce watches with light fascination, not keeping his eye off the people as if to make sure nothing goes wrong. Your band goes on though, the songs playing easily and with passion as the show goes on.
Jason seems to enjoy it more himself, headbanging more to the music while he watches you perform, and for once doesn't regret going out with his family. As for the rest of the family... they aren't into this type of music, but stay until the end anyway and mostly take pride on watching you perform the songs out with your band on stage. ----
Going off stage after throwing some guitar picks and drumming sticks into the crowd, you feel exhausted again. Feet hurting, fingers and wrists needing some stretching and your shoulders ache lightly from the strap of the guitar. Your voice is needs a break for tonight as well. But ignoring that, you take your sweaty make up off and go about the same routine as usual, before you can take a proper shower back at home. Oh, right. You're sleeping over by Damians house this time.
Walking out of the building, you see the Bat family waiting by their limousine for you. Damian approaches you once he sees you, pulling you into a hug before he kisses your cheek.
»You did great. As always.« He tells you as every night, it still sounding genuine and loving when he says it.
»Thanks... what do they think?«
»I didn't ask. But they seem okay.« Damian answers you, earning a soft groan from you, both from exhaustion and slight nervousness of their opinions. He seems to sense it and chuckles lightly, rubbing your back gently with his hand.
»Stop making out, we've got places to be!« What seems to be Jason calls out, interrupting the small kiss you shared just now.
With a small groan, he tags you along by the waist. Bruce greets you with a brief nod, not wasting any time to speak up.
»Good evening. When Damian said you have a band, I didn't expect it to be something like this.« In fact, he expected the worst the first time he found out about it, but never got to actually see what it's like until now. It makes Dick and Jason roll their eyes, even earning a brief annoyed look from Cass.
»The music was great, don't worry. I even got into one of those mosh pits. I would go again.« Dick interwhines, smiling goofily at you. He definitely had a good time.
»Me too. Loved the heavier songs.« Jason adds onto, getting slightly surprised by his positive feedback. Maybe they are just glad to have had some fun in a while, knowing they work hard to protect the city.
You exchange a few more words with them, sitting into the limousine beside Damian, who keeps his arm around your waist the entire time. He can sense your tiredness, as does the rest, but they keep talking about the show and what they liked the best. It's actually good they do so, not needing to talk so much. While quietly sitting beside Damian, you see that Cass has a pin of your band logo at her bag, getting a bit flustered and happy on the inside. You can't hold it for long though, being worn out after the long concert and doze off against your lovers shoulder before even arriving back to the Manor.
a/n: Hope you enjoyed reading it!!
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Modern Screen (October 1950): "Stag Night at the Steam Room"
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Rock band!Bakugou Katsuki. He plays the drums and sometimes sings, but the main singer of the band is Denki. Kirishima plays the electric guitar, Tokoyami the bass and Sero the keyboard. Shinsou and Bakugou are the masterminds behind the lyrics, while Jirou produces.
They aren't extrictly rock, they love to play with sounds and knew styles.
That's why you became their fan. They are not big in the industry, but they are quite known. You haven't missed a single presentation âno matter how small or bigâ since you found them.
You have spoken to them here and there, especially since that day when you ventured to ask for their autograph after a presentation at the parking lot when they were putting away their instruments inside their van.
Denki and Kirishima were so excited they even offered pictures, which you definitely took with them. Tokoyami, Sero and Shinsou played it cool. Jirou gifted you a necklace with the pick she used when she played her guitar sometimes âof course you hugged her in thanks. Bakugou, on the other hand, acted like it simply didn't matter, like he didn't care one ounce.
Little did you know, Katsuki knew exactly who you were.
How could he not? He had seen you in every presentation, right there in the front, cheering and screaming for the band. Looking all beautiful and cool, never shying away from recommending their music to anyone who would listen âand yes, he knows this because he has stalked your social media accounts.
In his defense, he found you by mere coincidence. He was suddenly swamped by edits of him in his personal account and right there, in one comment, he found yours.
The video intented to be a compilation onf him acting sexy, all Katsuki smiling and making faces for the fans as he looses himself in his drums. A comment said, "daddy material". That made him snort amused. But he almost choked on air then he recognized your profile picture âeven that small in the comment sectionâ answering to it with a simple: "agreed đđ„”".
Not one, but TWO fucking emojis.
He felt like in fucking cloud nine.
Again, it had been mere coincidence, but he would deny to everyone that he was always looking forward to any publication you made.
So yeah, even though he acted a bit cold and mean, you couldn't avoid the think he was just... Fuck. Awesome. Handsome.
That's how you found yourself completely enraptured when a new song is announced in the middle of the concert, and non other than Bakugou Katsuki stepped in the front after Denki himself presented him as the singer.
Katsuki sang with his eyes closed most of the time, but in the moments he did open them, you swear he was looking at you. You wished. That was your head playing with you... Right?
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Only if you knew that Katsuki wrote that song thinking about you. For you.
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Youâd never felt more confident than you did today. The moment you stepped into the studio for your photoshoot, the air thick with the scent of fresh paint and perfume, you knew you were in your element. Your outfit was daringâmore sheer than anything else, the fabric teasingly clinging to your curves. The soft light caught the contours of your body, accentuating every angle. You could feel Rafeâs eyes on you, his admiration palpable as he leaned against the wall, a predatory grin spreading across his face.
âYou look fucking incredible,â he said, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. He stepped closer, his gaze drinking you in. âLike a work of art.â
âThanks,â you replied with a playful smirk, turning to catch his gaze. âYou think the photographer will like it?â
âHeâll have no choice. Youâre the star of the show,â Rafe replied, stepping even closer. His hands found your waist, thumbs brushing over your skin, igniting a warmth that spread through you.
The photoshoot was a blur of flashing lights and sultry poses, your confidence soaring with each click of the camera. You loved the way the photographer guided you, encouraging you to unleash your inner vixen, yet Rafe's steady gaze anchored you amidst the chaos. Each time you caught his eye, heâd wink or mouth something suggestive, making it hard to concentrate. You could see the way he appreciated you, like you were the only person in the room, the only person that mattered.
âLetâs try something different,â the photographer called, snapping you out of your reverie. âGet on your knees, look up at the camera. Make love to the camera.â
Your heart raced at the suggestion, but you complied, sinking to your knees and glancing up at the camera with a sultry smile. Rafe leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, a dark smirk playing on his lips. You could feel the heat radiating from him, and it only fueled your performance. You wanted to make him proud, to show him how much you could own this moment.
After what felt like an eternity of posing, the shoot finally wrapped up. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you walked back toward Rafe, a satisfied grin plastered on your face. âHow did I do?â you asked, leaning into him, your body still buzzing from the energy of the room.
âYou were perfect, babe,â he said, pulling you closer, his hands resting possessively on your waist. âBut itâs time for me to show you why youre my star.â
âOh? And how do you plan to do that?â you teased, a spark igniting in your belly.
âJust wait and see,â he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent heat rushing to your cheeks. He led you to his car, the anticipation thick in the air.
The drive home was a mixture of laughter and heated glances, the tension between you two crackling like electricity. Rafeâs hand found its way to your thigh, fingers teasingly sliding up your leg, inching closer to where you ached for him. âYou know,â he began, his eyes fixed on the road but his tone suggestive, âI canât stop thinking about how good you looked in that outfit. Like you were made for me.â
âMade for you, huh?â you challenged, biting your lip, feeling bold and flirtatious.
âAbsolutely,â he said, a wicked grin creeping onto his face. âAnd Iâll show you just how much youâre mine.â
Without warning, Rafe pulled over to the side of the road, the tires crunching against the gravel as he parked. Before you could react, he turned toward you, his expression dark, eyes smoldering with intensity. He reached over, brushing a thumb along your cheek with a mixture of tenderness and something far more primal.
âSpread your pretty legs for me,â he commanded, his voice a low, sultry growl that made your heart skip. The authority in his tone sent a rush through you, the world outside the car fading as the moment consumed you.
A playful smirk tugged at your lips as you met his gaze. âBossy, are we?â
His eyes flashed, a hint of a smile at the corners. âYou like it when I take control,â he replied, his hand moving down to your thigh, fingers caressing you softly at first, then more possessively. "And donât pretend you didnât see this coming. The way you looked back there, posing like thatâŠyou knew what you were doing to me.â
You shifted in the seat, letting him guide you. The moment you complied, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers traced a line up your thigh. He murmured, voice dropping to a whisper, âThatâs my girl. Youâre perfect, you know that?â His hands slid up, pushing your skirt higher with every inch, until his fingers found lace. He paused, looking into your eyes, savoring the moment.
âYouâve been thinking about this, havenât you?â he said, his voice teasing yet undeniably reverent. "You planned this.â
âMaybe,â you replied, breathless, matching his grin. âWhat can I say? I knew youâd appreciate the view.â
A deep, throaty chuckle escaped him as he slid his fingers over you, his breath hitching. âLook at youâŠpussy so wet. All this just for me.â
âAlways for you,â you whispered, shivering as his touch grew bolder, each movement purposeful, making you lose yourself in the feeling. Your fingers gripped the seat as his touch sent waves through you, filling the air with quiet, unspoken promises.
He leaned in, his lips trailing slowly up your thigh. âYouâre beautiful,â he murmured between kisses. âAnd youâre mine, you hear me?â His voice dropped even lower, his tone possessive yet tender. âIâm not sharing a single inch of you.â
Your back arched instinctively, every sense heightened as his lips traveled with purpose. âYou donât have to,â you managed to reply, voice catching with each press of his lips. âIâm all yours, Rafe.â
âGood,â he said, barely audible as his lips pressed against your skin. His voice was a vibration that echoed through you, and you could feel his gaze rise, admiring the way you reacted to him. âBecause you deserve to feel how much I want you. Iâm going to make sure you remember it.â
A soft gasp escaped your lips as he lingered close, every touch deliberate, every word sending a fresh surge of warmth through you.
âDo you have any idea what you do to me?â he murmured, voice rough and reverent as he pressed another kiss, firmer this time, letting his lips hover over your clit. "Every second you were in that studio, I couldnât look away. And I donât want anyone else seeing you like that.â
A warmth flooded your cheeks at his words, but you couldnât help a soft laugh. âSo what youâre saying is, youâre a little possessive?â
He gave a low chuckle, pressing another kiss, this one a bit harder, the edge of his teeth grazing your bud as he whispered, âMaybe more than a little. I donât share.â
You sighed as his mouth found its way back to your thigh, biting gently making your pulse race faster, and your hand reached out instinctively, tangling in his hair as he moved closer.
He glanced up, his eyes dark and intense, catching your gaze. âYouâre mine,â he said, his voice a husky whisper that sent a thrill through you. âAnd Iâm going to make sure you never forget that.â
You drew in a shaky breath, your own voice soft, but firm. âGood. I donât want to forget."
Rafe leaned in, his mouth grazing against your thigh before he plunged his tongue into your wet folds. Your back arched off the seat, a breathless moan escaping your lips. âThatâs it,â he spits, the wetness from his mouth dribbling over your sensitive bud, the vibrations of his deep voice sending delicious shivers through you. âLet everyone know who you belong to.â
You bit your lip, fighting to keep your voice down as he licked and sucked your clit, driving you closer to the edge. âRafe, Iââ
âDonât hold back, star. I want to hear you,â he encouraged, his tongue working magic as he devoured you. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he feasted. " 'such a pretty pussy....my pretty pussy"
The world outside faded away, leaving only the sensations building inside you. Every flick of his tongue ignited sparks that danced up your spine. âIâm so close, Rafeyâ you gasped, your body trembling under his ministrations.
âThen let go, babe. I want to taste you,â he urged, his voice thick with desire. You could feel the pressure mounting, and with one final lick, you shattered, your body erupting in waves of pleasure. You cried out, unable to contain yourself, the sound echoing in the quiet night.
As you came down from the high, Rafe pulled back, his chin glistening with your essence. âThereâs my Star,â he said, a smug smile on his lips. âTold you Iâd take care of you.â
âYou definitely did,â you replied breathlessly, a smile spreading across your face. You leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, tasting yourself on him. âBut just so you know, Iâm ready for an encore.â
âOh, weâll definitely have more than one show,â he grinned, pulling you close as he started the engine again. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the primal energy crackling in the air between you.
âDo you think anyone saw?â you asked, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement rushing through you.
âWho cares? Youâre my star, and Iâll show you off however I want,â he said, glancing at you with a devilish grin. âBesides, youâre too fucking hot for me to keep you to myself.â
As he drove, his hand found its way back to your thigh, fingers dancing closer to your center again. âYou have no idea how much I want you right now,â he confessed, his voice low and rough, eyes smoldering with need.
âThen why donât you show me?â you challenged, feeling bold.
âJust wait until we get home, babe,â he promised, his grip tightening on your thigh. âI have plans for you thatâll leave you begging for more.â
âPlans, huh?â you teased, biting your lip as you imagined what he had in store.
âYeah, youâll see,â he said, a wicked glint in his eyes. âIâm going to make you feel so good that you wonât forget this night.â
âGood luck with that,â you laughed, knowing full well how much he loved a challenge.
As he pulled into your driveway, you could hardly contain your excitement. Rafe parked and turned to face you, his expression serious now. âJust remember, babe,â he said, his tone suddenly earnest. âYouâre mine, and Iâm going to show you exactly what that means.â
âShow me, Rafe,â you breathed, feeling the heat rise in your core once more. âIâm ready.â
He grinned, and before you could react, he had you pulled against him, his lips crashing onto yours. You melted into the kiss, a delicious mix of heat and urgency flooding your senses. âLetâs go inside,â he murmured against your lips, and you nodded eagerly, heart racing with anticipation.
The moment you stepped through the door, Rafeâs hands were on you again, his grip firm as he backed you against the wall. âThis is just the beginning,â he growled, capturing your lips again with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.
You could feel the weight of his desire pressing against you, every inch of him radiating heat as he deepened the kiss. Your bodies moved together, the world outside fading away as you got lost in each other. âYouâre my star, and tonight, Iâm going to make sure you shine brighter than ever.â
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So that was the Lennon McCartney fight?
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choso x reader | punk rock au [18+]
in another life ch.1 cupid's arrow
á° pairing. punk rock au - bass player! choso x reader (f)
á° summary. you and choso were lovers in college when him and his rock band were just nobodies with nothing but a dream, but when his band strikes a deal with an up-and-coming record label in tokyo, you make the tough decision to break up with him since you couldnât go with him to the city. flash forward seven years, his band is the biggest rock band in the world, n you move from the countryside to tokyo with your fiancĂ© nanami to start your new life together. but in the heart of the city, home to many, thereâs one person there that still has the power to turn your whole life upside down. and when you run into him again after all those years, feelings you didnât know were still haunting you come crashing back all at once, and youâre not sure what it is you want from your life anymore.
á° warnings/tags. 18+, fluff, angst, smut, punk rock au, partying, drinking/alcohol, weed usage, cigarette usage, romance, slow burn, friends to lovers, second chance romance, time skips, love triangle, bad boy choso, slight age gap (five yrs), longterm pining, jealousy, messy decisions, you know the drill
á° chapter. 1/x (probably 6)
á° words. 10.2k
a/n. hellooooo aaa welcome to my new choso fic :'') i'm so excited for this one! i'm just laughing at how i cannot just stick to a oneshot idea and somehow end up planning out a fullblown series instead hahah. but anyways, i hope you enjoy! thank you to everyone that wanted to be on the taglist, i'm really looking forward to diving into this story. see you at the bottom!!
alsooo my m00tie @sykosugu and i decided to post for our fics at the same time hehe she has a really spicy suguru x reader fic called 'on the run' that i highly recommend so go check that out as well if you're interestedd <33
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âand there was something about you that now, i canât remember. itâs the same damn thing that made my heart surrender.â
present day. summer.
âWeâre gonna miss you so, so, so much, love,â Mai groans, pulling you in towards her for a hug and you reciprocate with fondness.
Another pair of arms wraps around you, grip much tighter and you protest through a difficult breath. âDo you really have to go?â Nobara asks.
You tap on the skin of her arm, urging her to ease her hold in this group hug, and she finally relents and the three of you pull apart from one another. Thereâs a slight gasp from your lips as you breathe in fresh summer air. âI do, Nobie, Iâm sorry. Nanami said itâs the final decision.â
Youâre standing on hot concrete in front of a little countryside cottage that youâve called home for years, but will soon just be a memory. You know which light switches illuminate corners of the rooms, and which creaking wood panels on the floor to avoid when looking for a midnight snack. Itâs where you spent years studying for finals, arguing with your mom, learning how to care for Ms. Roxie, and itâs where you fell in love. More than once.
Your parents gave the house to you and Nanami once the two of you became engaged, but that blessing was soon to be given away, as Nanami received news six months ago that he was being promoted and relocated to Tokyo. Now, you have two bags in your hands, your purse slung around your shoulder, and a suitcase filled to the brim with the life youâve tried to stuff in it. Your taxi driver has the other suitcase, because there were some things you couldnât leave behind after all, and heâs putting it in the trunk right now.
âNanami is so rude to take you from us,â Mai sighs, âbut at least youâll be one of those cool city girls now. So scary. I heard trends change faster there than the leaves on Rowan tree during spring.â
Nobara lets out a gasp thatâs only half exaggerated. âNo way! It canât be!â
The taxi driver calls after you with a quick question, to which you answer back with a shout from where you stood. A quick glance at your watch tells you itâs time to get moving, as youâll be taking a connecting train once you reach Tokyo that you need to be on time for. And then heâll be there. Nanami will be waiting for you there, to lead you into the life that heâs started to make for the two of you.
âIâll call so very often,â you promise the two of them, âand I will miss you two so very often as well.â Tears prickle in your eyes, and it seems to be contagious as they shimmer in Nobara and Maiâs eyes as well. Another group hug takes place between the three of you, harsh sun beating down with birds chirping in the distance as you try to take in the last few moments youâve been granted of this place. âTake care of Roxie for us,â you say through a sniffle, âto you, it may seem like youâre only the bearer of food for her, but I promise that little kitty will love you two like no other.â
They both nod at you as you pull away, and you swipe at a tear that rolls down your cheek as you roll your suitcase down the pebbled walkway of your now past home.
The taxi driver helps hoist your suitcase into the trunk and places your other two bags into the back seat. You take a seat at the front with him, clicking the passenger seatbelt, and you roll down the window to wave bye with blown kisses as the taxi driver pulls away from the rocky mud road with crunching under the wheels. You watch Mai and Nobara and your home in the side view mirror until theyâre no longer visible, but their voices of farewell linger in the air for a moment more.
âAlright, maâam, bound for Tokyo!â your taxi driver chirps, his rough-looking hands opening and closing a few times to stretch out the joints of his fingers before tightly gripping onto the steering wheel again.
âYes, Tokyo,â you murmur softly, gaze set out the window of the familiar street shops and stretches of patchy trees you know youâll miss once youâre in the city.
âWhatâs your name?â the man asks, a thick country accent rolling off his tongue, with a sweetness like honey.
You turn your head to look at him more closely. The hair of his eyebrows is bushy, somewhat unkempt, and he has thick lines across his cheeks and forehead that can only mean that heâs lived a lot of life.
You tell him your name and he nods slowly as the two of you stop at a through road, a few school children hurrying past before he turns right onto the main road. âThatâs a nice name. Which one of your parents gave it to ya?â
âUm. Both of them?â
He lets out a noise of acknowledgement, and doesnât ask a further question. You smooth out the fabric of your long skirt with a hand, then toy with the band of your simple watch. Just when you think a comfortable silence has fallen between the two of you, and you think you have the luxury of losing yourself in your thoughts with sights beyond the polished glass window, the man speaks up again.
âAlright then, miss, tell me a story.â
You raise an eyebrow at him. âPardon?â
âWeâre gonna be spendinâ three hours in this car together, darlinâ. Itâs either I talk your ear off or you talk mine off,â he says, broad shoulders rolling backwards once as he gets comfortable in his driving position.
âUhâŠdo we need to talk at all?â
He glances over at you for a moment. The car wheels grind over rocks on gravel road near an agricultural field, and his fingers flex once again on the wheel. âYou younger generations are so stuck in your own worlds. Entertain some conversation with the poor old taxi driver, will ya?â
You sigh, folding your hands in your nap neatly. âAlright. I donât really have many stories to tell, though.â
âA young lady like you, packinâ up her whole life to move to a big city? I beg to differ,â he counters.
His words have you tucking your bottom lip under your teeth, a few blinks of your eyelids to process his observation of you. Your mind searches for stories to tell. Maybe that moment last week when you watched a momma duck waddle across a bridge with all seven of her baby ducklings. Or maybe you could tell him about that time you drove your car into a ditch the night of the comet festival and you swear you saw a UFO in the sky. The story youâve been telling a lot lately, though, was the one of how Nanami proposed.
But then thereâs a different story that comes to mind. With hazy images of blinding stage lights in dim venues, cigarette smoke wafting through the air, sounds of bass and drums and cheers. Smell of dry grass, the feeling of your back against a blanket, heart beating fast underneath the stars in front of a twinkling lake. And forever in your memory, the patterns of his inked skin.
âYou got a boyfriend?â the man asks, suddenly.
âAreâŠare you hitting on me?â you ask awkwardly.
âOh, no, maâam,â he shakes his head, lifting his left hand up from the steering wheel and turning the back of it to face you. A silver ring adorning his fourth finger shimmers from the reflected sunlight through the window. âHappily married. Been with my missus for 22 years.â
A small smile makes its way onto your face as you relax into your seat a little, feeling calmer. âOh, I see. Iâm sorry for assuming. And I have a fiancĂ©, actually.â
âOh?â he chirps, stealing a quick glance at your left hand that was still folded neatly underneath your right one in your lap. âHow come Iâm not seeinâ a ring?â
You tug at the small chain around your neck, a chill felt as diamond stone and cold metal drags against the skin of your sternum before you pull out your own promise of marriage, dangling it in front of your chest for him to steal another glance at. âI wear it around my neck. Iâm a pottery teacher, so I usually take it off when showing my students any demos. I figured if I kept taking it off like that, I might lose it, so I just wear it around my neck now.â
âThatâs interesting,â he comments, âItâs a real nice ring, thatâs for sure! Tell me about this man youâre marryin.â
Your heart aches at the thought of Nanami. Itâs been six months since youâve seen him, since he relocated to Tokyo first, and youâve missed him every day since. You were in the middle of the academic year at the elementary school you taught at, so they asked you to stay back, but Nanami had already accepted the promotion, thus the two of you made the decision that he would move to Tokyo first to get situated and youâd soon follow in the summer. It was a lot of stress to handle as just one person; searching for apartments on top of managing the heightened expectations from his boss from his new role, but he did it all without a complaint. Because he loves you, and thatâs who Nanami was. Someone who would move mountains for you. Heâs worked hard to make a place for you in Tokyo, one to call home.
âHe really loves me,â you say to the man, softly.
âAnd you love him?â
âSo much.â
âWas he your first love?â
Your breath catches in your throat from his question, a small chill running down your spine. The silence that settles couldâve lasted two seconds or two centuries, and you never wouldâve known.
You lick your lips before answering. âNo, he wasnât.â
âHmmâŠâ the man hums. Bumpy roads are now smooth as he turns onto properly laid roads, the exit from your town onto intercity roads. âI can tell.â
âYou can tell?â you ask, skeptic in your tone as you tilt your head at him.
âI can tell from your voice that there was someone else before. Someone who meant a whole lot to you, but he went away for some reason,â he says.
Youâre not sure why thereâs a lump in your throat from his words, a heavy thing with so much substance that it threatens to weigh your heart as well. Your eyes study the side of his face. âYouâre getting all of that from my voice?â
The manâs expression is blank as if it were tabula rasa, something so different from the way youâve felt for so long now, like your heart has been torn in two. There was something so tempting about it; the luxury of a clean slate. Of a new beginning. A fresh start. And itâs hard not to imagine how you wouldâve painted things differently.
âTell me about him,â the man says, the story he was looking for having been found. âYour first love.â
âHeâŠâ you start, shocked that youâre actually answering, but itâs like an invitation you canât resist, âhe was my first boyfriendâŠmy first serious boyfriend. I met him the summer after high school. During a summer like this one.â
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seven years ago. summer.
chapter 1. cupidâs arrow.
âCâmon, faster!â Mai exclaims, her hand wrapped around your wrist to tug you across the dim streets of downtown.Â
âJustâ waitâ Mai, please, slow down,â youâre stumbling after her, feet failing to keep up, and you almost crash right into her when she comes to a sudden halt on the sidewalk.
âThis is it,â she says, staring up at the sporadically blinking neon lights of what appears to be a small venue, black marquee letters that spell out Backseat Serenade Tonight @ 10pm stand out to you in a way that feels haunting. âWeâre so late, letâs head inside.â
Mai drags you inside, and the security guy is less than thrilled by the commotion as he stands in front of closed double doors. You can feel the bass of music vibrating the walls, accompanied by loud shrill screams and chants coming from inside, and the red velvet flooring underneath your feet fuel you with static as you two approach the man dressed in full black.
Mai fumbles with her purse to pull out her phone, and the man scans the barcoded tickets on her screen before giving the two of you wristbands to wear and then he opens the door for the two of you.
The inside of the venue is small but packed, minimal lighting save for moving lights that illuminate the band on stage, but itâs even harder to see anything over the heads of people with their hands up in the air. Maiâs grip on your forearm is tight as she roughly weaves the two of you through the crowd, determined in her gait but you feel the need to apologize to the people sheâs shoving in the process. Youâre surprised at how fast the two of you make it to the front barricades, thanks to Maiâs nimbleness alone, and your eyes raise to the scene onstage through wafting smoke through the air.
âAlright, alright, alright,â one of the band members chimes right as the final instrumentals of the song begin to fade. His hair is a pale silver under dusty lighting, pushed up from out of his face by a black headband snapped to his forehead, and his eyes are distinctly blue. He has an electric guitar hanging from his neck by a thick black strap. He raises both of his hands up into the air, waving them down a few times to calm down the crowd, and there are scattered hushes surrounding you and Mai. âThis is our last song, and we just want to thank you all so much for coming out tonight! This crowdâs the best weâve ever had!âÂ
The people cheer in response as a light and relaxed melody begins to tune together from the instrumentals on stage. You hear Mai groan beside you. âWhat the fuck?! We missed the entire set?!âÂ
Your hands curl around the cold metal of the barricade dividers and your eyes sweep across the stage. Thereâs a man in the far back with short black hair, bouncing his leg up and down as heâs seated behind a drum set, fidgeting with wooden sticks in his hands, and youâre puzzled by the fact that heâs wearing a very poorly fitted suit onstage. Off to the right, a man with pink hair is messing with the headphones snapped to his ears in front of an electric keyboard, spread fingers pressing down on chords, and you can vaguely see the black nail polish at the tips of his fingers. A woman with mid length blonde hair and pink highlights stands at the front, her hand wrapped around the mic resting on top of the stand. Sheâs laughing, tipping her head back at something else the electric guitar player says over the mic, but youâve drowned out the words because your eyes finally land on whatâs directly in front of you.
With an almost bored expression on his face, a man stands with a matte black bass guitar hung from his neck as he has one foot up on the top of a subwoofer located flush to the edge of the stage. His hair is raven black, longer at the nape of his neck with shorter layers scattered, and tendrils fall over his face. Thereâs a glint to his polished black shoes off of where youâre standing, and heâs wearing tight black jeans that cling to the thick and lean muscles of his calves and thighs, with a leather belt fastened around the circumference of his hips. The shirt thatâs tucked into his jeans is just as tight to his skin, and a small gasp leaves your lips when you take in the sight of his arms covered in intricate patterns of ink. His right arm is practically covered from the wrist all the way up to the cut of his short sleeve, likely beyond, and his left arm has ink traveling up to his forearm only, like heâs still working on mapping it all out. You watch the way his biceps flex as he bends his arms, bringing his hands up to his face to push his hair back, and your heart is keeping fast rhythm with the music.Â
âCho!â the woman at the front speaks into the mic, turning her head to look at this man who youâre sure is the most beautiful man youâve ever seen. âYouâve hardly said a single word tonight, baby. Not that thatâs unusual though. Why donât you say a few words before we kick off the last song?â
A bunch of whoos!! and ahhhs!!! and yesss!!! scatter throughout the crowd in the form of cheers and you watch the man furrow his brows together, a scowl forming on his face. Thereâs a band of black underneath his eyes that runs across the bridge of his nose, with perpendicular lines resembling arrows running down his cheeks. Dark purple eyes that match the dark shadows around them glint under flickering stage lighting as he takes his foot off the speaker and walks a few steps backwards to position himself at his stationed mic.Â
âFine,â he says, and youâre watching the way his lips barely brush against the mic as he speaks, âThis is our last song. Itâs called Lost Cause. Enjoy. Or donât. Itâs up to you. Who the fuck am I to tell you what to do.â
Thereâs only a slight beat of silence from the crowd before theyâre cheering again, while his band members just stare at him stunned. The white-haired electric guitarist yells into his mic something like âTHATâS IT?!â before the drum player cuts him off with three taps of his sticks in the air, and then the song commences from them on practiced reflex.Â
The energy from the crowd is loud in the last few minutes of the show, smoke rising in the air from the machines spread across the raised stage, and you canât tear your eyes away from the bass player. You rest your forearms on the cold metal in front of you, the sight of Mai jumping up and down in your periphery as she headbangs and shakes her hair.Â
The bass playerâs eyes start to scan the venue within what seems to be the final chorus of the song, chin tipping up and fingers continuing to strum as he assesses the back of the crowd first, then gaze darting throughout the center, before he begins to study the front barricade. You watch his every movement, mapping the trail of his sight, and your heart skips a beat when those dark eyes finally fall on yours.Â
His eyes briefly flicker to your left, to continue his study of the crowd, but itâs as if his brain just registered something with a delay, and he quickly moves his gaze back to you in a double take. His eyes widen, bored expression quickly turned into one of surprise with a glint to his pupils, and you swear youâve been struck by an arrow to your heart.
âYaaaay! Thank you everyone!â the woman at the front exclaims, pulling her mic from the stand to walk around to make work of the crowd. The white-haired man approaches the edge of the stage with a pleased grin on his face, high-fiving all of the outstretched arms, and the man at the keyboard simply waves a few times before incessantly tuning buttons on his headphones. Drum boy hasnât stopped playing some sort of loud rhythm as an encore. Your sight is set back onto the bass player, and heâs looking off somewhere else now. Somewhere backstage.Â
âHey!â the white-haired man exclaims once heâs made it in front of the two of you. âMai! You made it!â
She reaches out to grab his forearm, tugging down harshly so heâs stumbling and dropping one knee to the stage floor, kneeling. âOf course I was gonna make it! Thanks for the tickets,â sheâs yelling over loud ambient cheers and music, âthis is my friend y/n, by the way. Oh, and this is Gojo, heâs the guy I was telling you about.â
You nod at him, and try to accept his outstretched hand when someone bumps you from behind and your hand is in favor of stabilizing yourself over the divider instead.
You can barely hear the laugh from Gojoâs position on the raised stage. âJust meet us backstage! We can chat for a bit with proper introductions and all.â
As the crowd begins to dissipate with people moving through the sets of double doors out back, Gojo hops off stage to take you and Mai through a side door that leads into a hallway that lines the back of the stage. You look up into the high ceilings with metal structural poles banding between the walls, and the dim yellow lighting in small bulbs bolted to the walls like a runway remind you of movie theater exit routes.
âSo, whatâd you guys think of the show?â Gojo asks, his arms raised up and hands interlocked behind his neck in a casual-not-so-casual way as he sends the two of you a lazy look over his shoulder.Â
âWell, we only made it for one song since miss barista over here was running late from her shift,â she sighs, whacking your arm once with the back of her hand. You glance down and realize you didnât even have the time to take your frilled and wrinkled apron off. âBut, from what we did get to hear, AMAZING! AWESOME! SPECTACULAR!â
Gojo is grinning wide as he turns around to face the two of you, continuing to walk but backwards as he slaps the raised hand that Mai had in the air for him. âIâm so glad, I felt the pressure to please was high since Iâve been hyping up our shows to you for so long.â
âWeâve only known each other for like two weeks.â
âI know. But PSYCH 210 lecture at the ass crack of dawn really brings two people together, yâknow.â
Mai and Gojo continue to laugh and talk about random things college-related, and thereâs a stirring feeling in your chest that youâre surrounded by people older and much more well-lived than you. Youâve just graduated high school, barely a few months ago, but Mai was a few years older than you, so any time she tries to introduce you to her college friends, you feel the need to perform or be someone that youâre not so theyâll like you, despite the fact that youâre aware of the fallacy in that. And tonight, that responsibility feels much more daunting for some reason.
There are voices heard further down the hall, and as you approach, you notice the drum guy, keyboard guy, and devilishly handsome bass guy are all loitering around in that area, along with a few other people they seemed to have invited backstage.Â
Gojo walks up to them, grabbing onto the bass manâs hand firmly before patting him on the back, then slings his arms around the other two. âThis is Higurama,â he says, rubbing the top of the black-haired guyâs head with the knuckles of his fist, âhe does drums for us. And this is Sukuna,â he says, about to repeat the same gesture to the top of his head but his wrist is grabbed and twisted, âow, fuck, fuck, fuckâ sorry.â Sukuna lets go of his wrist, scowl dissipating into sadistic amusement, and Gojoâs holding his wrist, now slightly red from the burn, with a pout on his face. âHe does the keyboard. And all the techno sounds. And some other stuff Iâve frankly no fucking clue about.â
The two of them acknowledge you and Mai, along with the few other people who Gojo seems to know as well, and then Gojoâs approaching the bass player again before resting his elbow up on his shoulder, leaning his weight onto him and the man just crosses his arms across his chest, sending Gojo a side-eye. âMai, I think you two have met before, but this is Choso. Choso Kamo, our bass player. Best bass player Iâve ever known to be honest. Be careful though, he might bite you.â
Choso scowls, rolling his shoulder back once to get rid of Gojoâs resting elbow. His eyes are on yours, boring into you deep, and when he darts his tongue out briefly to wet his bottom lip, you finally notice the silver lip ring near the corner of his mouth. âHi. Nice to meet you,â he says, hand outstretched and you shake it with a mention of your name to him. The skin on his fingers feel rough from play, a small sacrifice to pay for the talent heâs harnessed over the years from plucking at strings. His eyes sweep down you once. âWhy are you dressed like Strawberry Shortcake?â
âIââ you start, glancing down at your attire and feeling the heat pool in your cheeks, âI just got off a work shift. I work at a cafe.â
âOh,â he responds, and you notice his hand is still holding onto yours, Your eyes trail the patterns on his skin, visible in more detail up close, and you find yourself lost in every line and swirl and scale and skull and cross, the only thing breaking you out of your trance being Maiâs jab of her elbow to your ribcage.
You gasp, snatching your hand away from Choso, and when you look up at his face, thereâs a hint of amusement on it.Â
âBabes, he was asking you a question,â Mai says, looking between you and the man in front of you.
âHuh?â you ask, suddenly flustered and you swipe your palm down your work apron to wipe the sweat that begins to perspire at your palm from the lingering heat of his hand.
âI was asking if you liked the show,â Choso says, tilting his head to the side and now heâs allowing his eyes to travel all across you in any way he wants.Â
âI loved it,â you respond, almost breathlessly, âit was great. I meanâ we only saw, like, one song. But still, really amazing.â Â
âOnly one song?â Choso asks, his eyebrow raising, âthatâs a shame. Youâve gotta come to more shows then.â
Before you can respond, thereâs a feminine voice heard down the hallway, sounding an awful lot like the one echoing off the speakers inside the concert venue, and then the blond woman who was the lead singer of the band skips right up to the group formulating in this hallway before wrapping her arms around Chosoâs neck and pulling him down towards her in a kiss.
Youâre standing there stunned, eyes immediately averting from the scene of the two of them in front of you, but in the corner of your eye you can see his arm wrap around her waist briefly before he pulls her away from him, and the release of her lips from his makes a sound that for some reason creates a pit in your stomach.
âCho, baby, I just had an insane conversation,â she says, still practically hanging from his neck as she stands on tiptoes, âwith this record label guy. Heâs apparently hot shit in Tokyo, and he wants to offer us this city gig âcause he thinks weâre a potential sign-on, andââ
Chosoâs hand reaches to the back of his neck, gripping around her wrist to pull it apart from her other one, and then her arms fall to her sides and her heels flatten to the ground as she blinks up at him. âThatâs cool, Sana, but can we talk about that later?â
Gojoâs arms cross his chest as he leans forward, glaring at the woman. âYeah. And as a band, not just with your lover.â
Sana rolls her eyes and scoffs, placing curled hands low on her hips. âHeâs not my lover, bitch. Unless heâs my lover like youâre lovers with a blunt on a sundayâ sucked off in a car âcause youâve got nothing better to do.â
âThatâs offensive to both of us,â Gojo grumbles but Choso just sighs, unbothered, as he rubs at the back of his neck. He makes eye contact with you again, and his expression sobers as though he forgot for a second that you were still standing there.Â
Sana turns to you and Mai. âHi, Iâm Sana, nice to meet you guys. Sorry, I thought you two were some of our other friends, otherwise I wouldnât have kissed Cho in front of you. I hate PDA, trust me.âÂ
Mai lets out an awkward laugh as she shakes her hand, and you almost donât want to shake her hand, but you do just to be polite.
âYou didnât hate PDA that one time I was about to bag the girl Iâd been talking to for weeks and you decided to grind your sorry excuse of an ass right up against me in front of her,â Gojo grumbles.
She waves a dismissive hand in the air. âWhatever, she thought you were gay anyways. Wouldâve done yourself a favor if you actually grabbed my ass.â
She ignores the insulted gesture Gojo makes, cutting off whatever words he was about to spew with words of her own. âWhat are you girls doing after this? Weâre having a post-show party, you two should come.â She glances at you. âUh, love, Iâd ditch the apron though. Unless itâs, like, some sort of fetish for you.â
Youâre defeated as your arms cross your torso to grip the hem of your apron and pull it up over your head, shaking your head a bit to allow your hair to fall back into place, and then you fold the frilly article of clothing neatly before hanging it over your arm. âItâs not,â you sigh, too exhausted to be subject to the title of your occupation anymore. A small flicker of your eyes to Choso tells you heâs staring at you.
Sana shrugs. âSo you pretty ladies wanna come?â
Mai shakes her head. âNo, sorry, my baby here,â she says, wrapping her arm around yours tightly, âjust graduated high school recently, so sheâs too young for a party. Iâve got a responsibility to look after her. And throwing her into a room full of sleazy drunk punk college dudes is the opposite of looking after her.â
Sukuna comes around, leaning his arm against the wall, smirk on his face, as he eyes you like youâre something to steal. âJust graduated high school? So you just turned eighteen, sweetheart?â
Mai glares daggers at him. âGet the fuck away from her, Super Senior. Youâre icky. Also, case in point proven.â
Sana whacks the back of Sukunaâs head, and he all but growls at her. âStop being creepy,â she reprimands him before turning to Mai again. âNo, I swear, itâs not like that. Itâs chill, minimal alcohol. No drugs. Just a small get-together with a few of our fellow friends, and friends of fellow friends, from the music scene.â She leans against Chosoâs arm, wide eyes looking up at him, but he doesnât lean into her. âRight, Cho? No scary guys for her to worry about?âÂ
His eyes narrow at you, raking down your figure again, and his chest moves a little faster with his breath. âIâm against it. Itâs no place for an eighteen-year-old. Youâre a fucking idiot for trying to invite a girl who just recently graduated from highschool to a house party. Sheâs practically a kid.â
Your heart sinks from his words, and you feel juvenile standing in front of him, in a way that makes you angry and embarrassed at the same time, and you canât bite back the words in time, âWhatever, at least I havenât been on crack since the day I was born like you probably were.â
Almost all heads in this small hallway snap to you, if they werenât already there before, wide eyes blinking before Gojo bursts out into a laugh, which dominoes into Maiâs laughter, and you barely register the way Sana looks you up and down once before forcing a smile. Chosoâs surprised expression turns into a disgruntled one as he crosses his arms across his chest, and you canât help but watch the stretch of his inked skin over his muscles as they flex.Â
âIâve never done crack, shortcake, and your lame insult only proves my point on your immaturity,â he scowls, leaning his upper body forward towards you, and his gaze briefly drops to your lips.
Sana comes in between the two of you, pressing herself up against him to get him away, and he takes an involuntary step back and now heâs scowling at her too. She turns around to face you, and thereâs that forced smile again. âUh, yâknow what, sweets? Cho is sooo totally right, no place at all for aâIâm sorry, how old did you say you were?â
âEighteen,â you say with a slight grit to your teeth.
âOh! Yeah, no place for you, sorry,â she says, with a small jut of her bottom lip to signal a pout.
You roll your eyes at her, then glance past her at Choso whoâs looking at you like heâs still got a few retaliating words for you on his tongue, but then heâs dropping his gaze to the neckline of your shirt, eyeing the shape of your breasts, even dipping further down your legs and you let out a scoff.
âYou sure enjoy checking me out for someone you think is practically a kid,â you spit back.
Heâs not angry this time, the corner of his mouth simply tipping up slightly into a smirk. âI meant youâre too young to drink, but youâre old enough to fuck, so spare me the attitude.â
Your cheeks flush at his comment, nonetheless made in front of a group of people who were practically strangers to you, and youâre about to give him a piece of your mind when Mai grabs your forearm and Gojo places himself between you and jerkface.Â
âWoah! Look at the time,â Gojo chirps, glancing at his wrist that was absent of any time-telling device but he rolls with it anyway, âshould probably head out now, since the venueâs closing soon. Yâknow, grab our stuff.â
Mai nods her head at you in response to his words, sending a single glare Chosoâs way before exchanging some pleasantries with Gojo and then dragging you down the hallway with her towards the exit.
âHeyââ you begin to complain, her grip on you starting to hurt, and you eventually yank your arm away from her before she opens the backdoor exit. âLetâs go to that party.â
Mai sighs, leaning her back against the door and crosses her arms. âNo way. Your mom wanted me to get you home before midnight,â she says as she glances at the time on her phone, âand itâs close to midnight.â
You roll your eyes. âIâm an adult now, I donât have to adhere to a midnight curfew, like Iâm fucking Cindarella.â
Mai raises an eyebrow at you from the profanity, recognizing the fact that itâs something you just forced into your vocabulary in a way that doesnât suit you. âI already said no.â
âTake me or else Iâm going to tell your mom about the nipple piercings you got last week.â
Mai hisses a sharp breath through her teeth. âYouâre a bitch.â
âTake me,â you deadpan.
She tilts her head back so that it hits the metal of the door, and then sheâs pushing her back against it to open it, the rush of cold wind from outside brushing past the two of you as she steps into the night and you follow her. âOh my god, fine. But only for a little bit, and letâs get the lie straight right nowâyou had explosive diarrhea at the concert so I couldnât take you home right away since you were incapacitated in the restrooms.â
âWhat? Why do I have to be the one with explosive diarrhea?â you ask, frown on your face but thereâs a skip to your step as you follow her down the street to where she very poorly parallel parked and you open the passenger side door. She doesnât bother answering you as she settles into the driverâs seat and her car roars to life with a few struggling turns of the key in ignition.Â
âNo drinking,â Mai says, voice strict with eyes locked on yours, and itâs the last thing she says before she starts driving.Â
The house is just a few miles from the venue location, and Mai seems to have been there before since she turns the navigation off once she turns onto a street that has her driving switch to from perusal to more casual. Â
Gojo is the one to greet you two at the door with wide eyes and a drink in his hand. You notice heâs changed out of his stage attire into something more casual, and likely in a rush too since his hair is disheveled, and you figured that you and Mai barely got here after they did. The surprised look on his face is quick to turn into a pleased one at the sight of the two of you. âOh sweet you two actually came,â he comments, waving a hand for you two to come inside, âfigured Kamo wouldâve scared you off.â
You roll your eyes, âwhere is that jerk? I still have a few choice words for him.â
âBabes, let it go,â Mai sighs, âNot worth your time.â
âI concur,â Gojo says, âbut, if you really want, heâs upstairs putting some of my stuff he borrowed for tonightâs show back into my room. You canâŠâ he glances down at you once, âuh. Cuss him to death? Or whatever you can manage, I guess. But just donât fuck on my bed, please. Thatâs my only rule.â
âWhy do you sound like thatâs a rule youâve had to make often?â Mai scoffs, amused, while your cheeks feel hot.Â
Gojo slumps his shoulders in some type of comical defeat. âI donât wanna talk about itâŠâ he mumbles, voice trailing off and turning on his heel to walk away while Mai follows him off with more follow-up questions he doesnât seem receptive to answering.Â
Your eyes glance over to the staircase, studying for a moment as loud party music fills your ears before making your way over and up the steps. As you head down the hallway leading into bedrooms, the floorboards creak until your sneakers even over soft carpet, and you hear soft sounds of clattering off to the left. Thereâs a door thatâs half ajar leading into a warmly lit room, and you deftly peek your head through the opening.
Choso stands near the foot of the bed inside a messy room, black boxes and cases and wires surrounding him as he fumbles with unplugging some sort of audio station pad from another piece of hardware. His hand grips tightly around the thick black rubber coating of the wire, and you watch the flex of his knuckles that tense the veins running up his arm, sleeve of the shirt heâs worn all night stretching to accommodate the roll of muscle at his upper arm. With a solid yank, the chord releases itself before the wire whacks him straight in the face and he grumbles a fuck under his breath and he rubs the skin of his cheek, to which you canât help but let out a small laugh at the sight of.Â
His furrowed and frustrated expression turns into surprise as his eyes flicker to the entrance of the room. He stands up straight, and then thereâs that bored expression again. âOh. Shortcake. I thought I said youâve got no business being here.â
âYeah, about that, Iâm waiting for you to apologize to me,â you say, leaning sideways against the doorframe as you cross your arms over your chest.Â
He sighs, eyes moving away from yours to busy himself with the jungle of equipment heâs practically drowning in, as if he couldnât be bothered by your presence right now. âApologize for what?â
You make your way inside the room, foot pushing aside anything sprawled on the floor thatâs in your way so you can continue to approach him, and you stop just when youâre just a step away. His gaze is still set to the ground as heâs crouched over slightly, but it shifts from the speaker he was toying with to the shape of your shoes instead.
âApologize to me for being so crass,â you say, âafter we had just met.â
He slowly straightens his spine, and youâre a little shocked to find the height that he has on you. His expression is curious, eyes narrowing slightly like he has you all figured out already, and it pisses you off. âCrass is such a prissy word to use, princess. Try âapologize to me for being a massive dickâ or something, and Iâll start to take you more seriously.â
âWhy are you so rude?â you ask, anger building up inside of you all of a sudden. âIâve barely met you, I donât see how I couldâve upset you in any way. Yet youâve already insulted me in multiple ways tonight, and itâs not a cool look for you. Trust me.â
âYouâre the one that basically called me a crackhead,â he counters, but thereâs no real offense behind it.
âYeah, because you called me a kid,â you say, face tightening even further with anger, âeven though Iâm an adult.â
He sighs, closing his eyes in irritation, and tilts his head up to look at the ceiling briefly as his mouth hangs slightly open, all as if heâs running thin of the capacity to deal with this conversation, and then he looks back down at you again. âShortcake, I didnât call you a kid âcause of your age. I called you a kid âcause youâre just soââ he starts, eyes traveling down your body paired with a vague gesture of his hand towards all of you, and you find yourself shifting on your feet to stand a little more poised, âyou just seem so innocent and clueless and, uh, forgive me, naive.â
âYouâre the clueless one here if you still think negging a girl will get you anywhere with her,â you say, hands clenched in fists at your side now.
Thereâs a hint of a smirk on his face as he tilts his head at you, some of his dark hair falling over his forehead from the motion and a few strands weave with his eyelashes. âIâm not trying to get anywhere with you here, sweetheart, unless youâre wanting that,â he says, voice almost purred at the end as he steps over a guitar case on the floor to get closer to you.
Youâre unable to make eye contact with him when heâs close and you can smell the earthy notes of his cologne, mixed with another scent that seems more distinctly him that makes your head spin. Your gaze takes in the sight of his forearm, the one with scattered tattoos trailing up his arm but not yet fully inked in. You wonder what heâs saving the space for, and what heâs willing to let in.Â
When your gaze flickers up to his face again, youâre a little surprised to see his expression is softer. He suddenly holds his forearm up in front of you. Your eyes signal confusion to him, but he just keeps his arm up the same.
âYouâve been ogling my tattoos since we met,â he says, voice low, âif youâre curious, then just have a closer look.â
Your breath picks up in speed, and you hesitate for a moment but itâs true. You were curious. Your hands shakily hold onto his forearm to keep it still as you study the ink on his skin. You twist his arm as much as his joint allows, and he lets you handle him in any way you want, and you swear the snake tattooed on his skin moves as if it were alive. A dark blossoming rose with highlights of burgundy red catches your eye near his elbow, and you brush the back of your hand against it. Your fingers accidentally find his pulse at his wrist, and you find his heart is beating fast.Â
You run a flat palm up his arm, the skin to skin contact feeling intimate, and your fingers stop when they tuck under the fabric of his sleeve. You feel the warmth and curve of his bicep, lightly wrapping your hand around it, and you blush at the sight of how small your hand looks on him.
âWhat does this one mean?â you ask, not meaning for it to come out as a whisper, but you feel like his answer is meant to be kept a secret. Your thumb swipes over small roman numerals permanently etched into him over muscle.
âItâs my dadâs military tag,â he responds, voice quiet like yours.
You tear your gaze away from his skin to look up at him, and you realize heâs closed enough distance between the two of you to where his face is just inches away. From the moment you looked up, his eyes have been on your lips, and his brow furrows as if heâs fighting some voice in his head thatâs testing this harmony between the two of you in this moment.Â
You swear heâs about to kiss you, since there could be no other explanation for the way he was looking at you, but instead he clears his throat and his face is first to distance from you before he pulls his arm back as well, and then a small step backwards. âSorry,â he says, and he almost sounds awkward. It startles you, because itâs the first time he doesnât sound cool or calm or collected.
âThat-â you start, â...wait, what are you sorry for?â
His eyes widen, and you see the heaviness under them for a moment, âuhhâŠIâm actually not too sure.â
Your head feels clear now that heâs not close enough to breathe in, and you blink a few times as your annoyance from earlier resurfaces amidst the lingering energy he just broke between you two. âStart with âIâm sorry for calling you a kid, and then also just now calling you naive and clueless,ââ you say, foot tapping impatiently, âand then, in front of all your bandmates, mocking the fact Iâm not old enough to drink, and shamelessly traveling your eyes over me, and thenââ your breath catches slightly as the words fail to leave your tongue, cheeks feeling hot, âand then sayingââ you try again, but the thought only falls flat, and heâs taking a step closer to you again.
âAnd then saying that youâre old enough to fuck?â he asks, finishing your sentence for you, but thereâs no remorse in his tone at all.Â
His hand suddenly finds the small of your back and he pushes gently so you take a stumbled step towards him, like he needed to have you close to him again. His lips brush against the top of your head, and the sensation sends a hot feeling through your chest. âChoso,â you reprimand him.
âFuck,â he exhales, like in cynical disbelief, âmy name sounds so sweet coming from you.â
It makes no sense, but you grip his shirt at his chest just to make contact with him, and you brave yourself to look up at him, wondering if he can see the hint of worry in your eyes, because he already feels like something you canât resist.
His eyes are dark now, different from the tenderness in them before, and heâs freely studying the features of your face. âI donât want to fuck you, Shortcake, if thatâs what youâre worried about. Youâre a little too good for me to do something like that.â
His words say one thing while his eyes say another, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you close, and youâre astonished at how little he cares about the clear contradiction in his words from the way he holds you. His gaze slowly travels down from your eyes to your lips.
âWhat aboutââ you start, heart beating fast in your chest as you see the glimmer of the silver ring pierced through his lip. You bite back the words.
But he reads your mind, because his head dips down towards yours and he captures your lips in his, slow and sweet at first before pressing more firmly, more decisively with both hands flying to hold your waist. A moan muffles in your throat at the sensation of his bare fingers coyly traveling under the hem of your shirt, and you canât help but slide your arms up over his shoulders, locking them behind his neck to pull him down closer to you, and he sighs in response as he presses your hips flush against him. The chill metal of his lip ring has the plush of your bottom lip tingling cold, and when his tongue swipes across to warm it for you, your mouth opens with ease. You taste spearmint on his tongue, and his lips curve against yours in what feels like an amused smile, large hands now slid so far up your shirt that his fingers reach the band of your bra.
âHey, Cho, do you know whereââ
The trill of a feminine voice in the air cuts through harshly, and he pulls his lips from yours but not without a moment of reluctance. You two turn your head to the door, and you see Sana standing there, eyes wide and blinking as she takes in the sight of the two of you standing in what feels like a guilty proximity from how her eyes silently curse you.Â
You can only manage an awkward laugh, fist shoving against Chosoâs shoulder but his hands are still placed firmly on the curve over your lower back, dangerously close to the plush of your ass, and your hips are practically pinned to him while you do all you can to lean your upper body away. âOhâsorry, thisâŠis not what it looks likeââ
âIâŠâ Sana starts, and you can see the hurt in her expression, but she quickly corrects it, âOh! Ah, was just lookinâ for Cho here,â she says, making her way into the room, and a harsh shove of your fist against Chosoâs chest finally has him relenting to let you go. Your posture immediately stiffens when she approaches Chosoâs side, and she playfully pushes his arm but the effort is weak. âKissing girls in Satoruâs room is seriously not a good idea, Cho. That freak probably has cameras in here to make sure people donât bump uglies in his room again after that New Yearâs party.âÂ
Choso gives her a pointed look, like he wasnât caught up on that drama, but youâre just standing there with your eyes flicking between the familiarity of the two people standing in front of you. Why wasnât Sana jealous? She was looking at you ten seconds ago like she was a whole lot of jealous.Â
âWhat are you looking for?â Choso asks her, and she holds her red plastic solo cup with her drink in it out for him to hold as she crouches down to the floor to sift through the equipment now surrounding the three of you.
âMy lucky mic,â she says, âGojo said itâd be here.â Thereâs a hint of something in her voice, something that mirrors betrayal if youâre perceptive enough.Â
You watch Choso lick his lips once, eyes darting to you, before heâs crouching down too to help her look. âFor something that allegedly means a lot to you, you sure do a shit job at looking out for it,â he comments with a sigh before pulling out a black case from under three other ones and handing it to her. âItâs here.âÂ
âIâmââ you say, taking a step back and almost tripping over a guitar case, âIâm, um, going to head downstairs. Mai is probably looking for me.â
Choso raises an eyebrow at you from where heâs still crouched down next to Sana, and heâs about to speak when Sana cuts him off.
âOkay. Bye,â she says, still rummaging through things mindlessly even though she had already been given what she was looking for.
Choso makes a move to stand up, like he wants to see you out the door, but Sanaâs hand grabs him by his forearm, eyes still not meeting his, and thereâs a beat of confusion in his eyes as he studies the side of her face. But you know what sort of look she probably has in her eyes right now, and you know only because youâre also a girl, and all girls know what itâs like when a guy you love doesnât want you in the way that you want him. All you can do at this moment is feel sorry for her.
The atmosphere in the room begins to suffocate, and you head out of the door in a rush.Â
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present day. summer.
âHe kissed ya the day he met ya? Hmph! That wouldnât fly with me,â the man seated beside you says, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he shifts slightly in his seat to puff his chest out.Â
âHmm,â you hum as you look out the window wistfully, memories that you had locked up for so many years opened like a pandora box that fills your chest with warmth but has your fingers trembling with anxiety because you know how it all ends. âYou wouldnâtâŠlet a man kiss you on the first day he met you?â
The driver humors you with a hearty laugh from his chest, at least. âNot talkinâ about it that way, darlinâ. Iâm talkinâ about my daughters. Iâve got two girls of my own. A man should keep his hands to himself the first time he meets a lady. At least thatâs what Iâve taught âem.â
Thereâs a small smile that tugs at your lips at his words, the love he has for his daughters heard clearly through his strict tone. You left out a lot of the details that probably wouldâve angered him on your behalf even more, so the fact he still ended up getting worked up about it has you a little amused and reflective at the same time. âHow old are your daughters?â you ask, tucking strands of your hair behind your ear, watching the wind-rustled plains of grass that you two have been driving by for a while now.
âTheyâre a little younger than you,â he comments, his expression now a bit more serious, âone just graduated from college, sheâs startinâ more school in the city soon, and the otherâs still in highschool. Sheâs turning sixteen next week.â
âAh, sixteen,â you muse, âthatâs a confusing age.â
âYou got that right,â he gruffs, âthe other day, she called me on my way home from work to bring some drink called a boba. Fifty-two years of life and I never even knew there was a damn thing called a boba! Why would anyone want swirlinâ stuff in their drink?! Anyways, the shop got her order wrong, and when I brought it home, she refused to drink it, called me the worst dad ever, then stormed upstairs to slam the door on her room. I turn to my wife, and sheâs shakinâ her head at me like Iâm the one that did something wrong!â
You laugh, then press your lips into a smile. âIâd have to agree with her on that,â you joke, and he lets out another disgruntled noise that has you laughing again.Â
âYeah, yeah, Iâve lived with my wife and those two girls for over two decades,â he sighs. âIâm used to it by now. All three are equally pains in my ass, but I wouldnât have it any other way.â
Your smile drops a little as you look at him more contemplatively. Thereâs a glimmer in his eyes as he speaks, and you realize itâs familiar, but the answer of where youâve seen it before fails to arrive.
âMy youngest,â he starts again, âsheâs been listeninâ to really loud music lately.â He presses one of the buttons underneath the AC vents, static noises coming to life before he changes the output to bluetooth. âMy wife says itâs some sort of phase, but Iâm not likinâ the music. Always sounding tempered and inappropriate.â He plays a song from his phone paired to the car, speakers flowing with music, and a chill runs down your spine the moment the first few notes fill your ears. A song so painfully familiar, so connected to your soul itâs as if your heart still keeps time with it to this day.Â
âSee what Iâm talkinâ about?â the man says, âLots of words about skin and cigarettes.â With a shake of his head, he lowers the volume. âSheâs obsessed with this band, itâs probably a band similar to your old loverâs from the sound of it. Sheâs got posters of âem up on the wall, and she took the picture of us on our first fishing trip together out of the picture frame on her desk and replaced it with this man. This silly-lookinâ white-haired man that always looks like heâs just pretending he knows how to play a guitar. Hmph! She keeps saying âdad, I wanna go to their concert!â Thereâs no way in hell Iâm allowing that.â
You stare down at your lap, brow furrowed from the realization flashing through your head, and your thumb nervously passes over the skin of your other hand. In your periphery, you see him glance over at you once, and he sighs before stopping the music and speaking up again.
âItâs fine,â he says, âmy youngest got her sister into the same band, and she likes one of the other ones. Plays bass. Heâs too rough-lookinâ for my daughter. Arms covered in tattoos, heâs even got some on his face! She keeps dreaminâ about havinâ him for a boyfriend, but if she brought that home, thereâs no way Iâd approve. Iâd scare him off with my rifle.â
Your heart is beating fast in your chest, and you realize what a small world it is. Or, you realize just how big Chosoâs world must be now. So much bigger than he or any of the other members of his band couldâve ever imagined. For once in a lifetime, so rare and pure, are dreams that are fully realized.Â
âGosh,â you respond when you realize youâve been lost in your own revelations for too long, âthatâs anâŠextreme response. You sound like my father, though.â
âHm,â he responds, âIâm sure. Did your father approve of this lover of yours? The one thatâs makinâ moves on you so fast and too soon?â
You lean back in your seat with your head hitting the headrest. Itâs been years since youâve felt like youâre being lectured or reprimanded for anything, but the feeling comes back to you at this moment as if no time had passed at all. No matter how old you get, youâll never forget how humbling the feeling was when you thought you knew everything at eighteen, just to look back and realize you didnât have a single clue.
You sigh. âNo. He didnât approve. Far from it.â
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seven years ago. autumn.
chapter 2. the juvenile & the delinquent.
[to be continued]
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the jailbird
prisoner!simon 'ghost' riley
a full fic based on this post
cw: prison!au, civilian!reader, pen-pals, smut,romance/romantic!simon, domestic, missonary, wife kink, size kink, nudity, tattoo kink, body worship, cuddling
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it started out as a flyer at the bus stop near your house. it was for a service that connected prisoners at a nearby prison with civilians as pen-pals. you had seen the flyer often over the course of work as you went to work.
you honestly felt bad, those people must be isolated. the organization prided itself on giving prisoners a bit of their humanity back by not cutting them off from those on the outside. so on a rainy friday you took a photo of the flyer and filled out the form on the organization's website.
that was how you met simon riley, or as he was called on the inside 'ghost'. what caught your attention wasn't his face scar that ran from under his nose down to the left side of his chin, but rather his brown eyes. how intense they stared into the camera. it was almost intimidating.
but you kept the photo on your desk as you typed out your first letter to send to him. you heard of places who did it through email, but screen time for those could often be limited and to send a physical letter would ensure that it would be sent to them.
the letter started out simple, you asked how he was and if it was okay to ask what he was in prison for. you asked him other questions, like if his health was doing well, what did he do most days while on the inside. you ended the letter with a little information about yourself.
you thought it would be nice to take a few photos and print them out on photo paper to be included with your letter. just so he had a better idea of who he was talking about. once you tweaked the letter with a bit of editing, you printed it out and thanks to the Royal Mail, your letter was sent to him.
you didn't actually expect for him to respond. nor did you expect for the letter to be do detailed. it was almost three pages double sided in neat hand writing. your eyes went wide when you saw the thickness of the envelope with the stamp of approval from the prison for it to be sent to you.
simon sent you a bracelet made of string that had been braided together. he said you were the first person from the outside to reach out since he got locked up. that broke your heart. it only broke further the more you read.
he was a military man who was tossed aside once the ptsd got too intense. he had been between jobs, and it felt like everything was just too much for him. he got wrapped up in large scale theft, while it paid good, you could only rob so many banks before it all caught up. he had been in for three years now, he was thankful it wasn't a life sentence. not much was stolen, and there was minimal violence. he said that his stature alone intimidated enough people that he didn't need to be violent.
you re-read his letters and it wouldn't be until almost six months of speaking that you finally wore the bracelet. when he said, "i want to see you in it, since i can't buy you a ring." you sent a photo of you wearing it and since then you hadn't taken it off.
the letters were nice, you sent them at least twice a week. even though you two had never met face to face, and the only photos you had of him were mugshots, he knew all the gossip in your work place. he knew the names of all your friends, your favourite saturday night treat and how you took your coffee.
he told you he'd be happy to make you coffee every morning before you went to work. that comment made your cheeks burn.
he often called you his 'wife' to the other prisoners. he had your photos on the wall near his bunk. he even kept the pictures where you looked terrible after you tried to cut your bangs one night. he knew the exact location of where your favourite take out was. he said that he was writing down ideas of where to take you once he got out. "i gotta make the missus feel special."
he even made you a birthday card. his cellmate 'soap' even signed it. you knew all about the explosives expert mactavish. when you looked into his case on the news, your eyes went a little wide. this guy was.. something.
simon did admit that 'soap' had a bit of a crush on you. but he said that 'johnny' was harmless and probably just liked the photo of a woman in the cell.
"he hurt ya, there will be no cell that could keep me from killin' him. no god either."
simon remembered everything.
the way he spoke about you and to you in his letters were nothing but soft. while he had to put on a tough guy exterior, his letters were filled with gentle words. like when he wrote out that he loved you in big text on a spare piece of paper so you could tape it on your mirror to look at every morning.
"i want to be what you get ready to."
"i want to be with you when you wake up."
"i want to come home to you every night. please make me an honest man."
you knew he was a trained killer. he was in special forces before his brief stint as a criminal. he was trained to kill, but in the margins of your letters, his love shined through. despite it all, he was capable of love.
and he wanted to pour all that love into you, his (future) wife.
you two would go on to write letters every week, for almost two years. when you got the letter from him asking if he could put you down as a permanent address when he got out, you cried. of course!
it was a cold spring morning, the sky was misty as you stood outside the gates of the prison. your heart raced, you even arrived early in the hopes he'd be released sooner.
and then you saw him.
those eyes. hard and stern, until he caught sight of you. his shoulder visibly dropped and his pace quickened as he made his way towards you. before you could step forward to meet him, he had you in his arms. his strong arms, littered with tattoos, wrapped around you as he held you close to his strong chest.
you held onto him as the air left your chest from the force he held you. you clutched onto his shoulders and choked out a sob. you squeaked, "holy shit."
he pulled away from you, but still kept you in his arms. you swore you saw minimal mistiness in his eyes. he reached to cup your face. he said quietly, "soft... like i imagined."
you beamed up at him, "of course, si."
"your voice is so nice." he groaned as he then pulled you close once more and buried his nose in your hair. he inhaled the scent of your shampoo and relaxed, "i'm home."
you thought transitioning from being the only person in the flat, to having this hulking, strong man in your home as well, was going to be a bit hard. but that didn't matter when simon got you through the door. his hands were on you, he promised on the universe that he'd romance you tomorrow.
but tonight was just going to be the two of you.
you managed to get his hands off you in order to get your shoes off before you led him to your bedroom. he was close behind you, he had a hand on one of your hips. he wanted to be as close to you as he could, you two had spent enough time apart.
you couldn't even close the bedroom door before he was pulling at the waistband on your pants. his calloused, strong hands felt delicate on you. it was like he was going to break you and he had to be as delicate as possible.
"si."
"i know, darling." he said quietly as he started to undress you. with your help the both of you were soon nude in the afternoon light in your bedroom. you tried to cover your chest with your arms but he pulled your arms away and looked at you.
your eyes met and you got up on your tip-toes to kiss him gently on the lips. soon he picked you up like you weighed less than a bag of potatoes.
he placed you on the bed gently when you half expected him to toss you like a shot-put. he admired your body down on your soft covers and soon got onto the bed too.
you reached for him as he pulled you into a tight kiss. his lips were chapped and you could tease the fresh skin underneath. your nails raked at his strong back, that you knew was covered in tattoos.
you wrapped your legs around him and held him. from a moment he dropped to his side and you two held each other. you tucked his head under your chin as you laid together naked.
it wasn't even meant to be sexually stimulating, you both just wanted to feel one another. to hear your lover's heartbeat meant more to you than anything in that moment.
you kissed the top of his head, you felt his blond hair against your face as you soaked in his warmth. you could almost cry from how nice it felt to be so close to him.
after everything, you had your man.
he said in his low tone, "you feel so soft. after everything, i have you. you made every day in the can worth it." he sighed, "thank you." he kissed at your bare chest.
you replied, "i loved your letters, i have them still." you chuckled, "i didn't want to throw any of them away. it made me feel closer."
"well. i'm not goin' anywhere." he looked up at you and smiled, "you're home and i'm finally here." he pulled away and got him between your legs. he rested on his knees and carefully moved you to his liking. he sat there between your legs and waited for your command.
you looked at him and nodded, "yeah, si. you can go." then tightened your legs around your lover. you held your breath as he slowly pushed his cock into you. you didn't realize how big it was until he was fully inside of you.
"are you alright, love?"
"golden."
the two of you moved together. it took a little bit to get used to the size, but the pressure and speed of his movements made heat spread through your body. like two pieces of the same puzzle, you fit together perfect soon after. it was like you two were always meant to be.
you felt so loved by him, it was so sweet. this was your first time with him and you only had a few sexual experiences with others prior to him. but the entire time you knew each other you didn't sleep with others, you wanted to wait for your man.
"that's my good wife." he groaned as he held onto your hips, "i know, you wanted this for a long time. i bet you thought about me when i was locked up."
you blushed and replied, "i did, si. i thought about you all the time, i even had your picture in my office. i wanted this, i wanted to be with you!" you whined a little as his cock dragged against a sensitive spot.
he chuckled softly, "yeah. i thought about my missus when i was locked up. i used to jerk off to your letters, your photos. messed one of 'em up by gettin' my spunk all over it." he licked his lips, "but now i can see it every day in person."
you smiled when he rested his body against you and continued to thrust up into you. you felt the curl of pleasure of your gut get together which each of his heavy thrusts.
the kisses you shared were intimate and hot. the air of your bedroom was warmed as you made love on the bed you would share together. your soft noises together filled the air.
you clenched onto him, you dug your nails into his shoulders. they were so strong and broad that they were much bigger than your hands.
he kissed you one last time as he quickened his pace. the bed moved against your movements as you both climaxed at the same time. it was like a shock to the system, the heightened euphoria before your head felt full of cotton.
you let out a soft groan as your grip on his loosened and you relaxed into the bed. you felt yourself partially get crushed by your lover but he gave a few more earnest thrusts as he made sure that his cum shot to the back of your womb.
he pulled out and dropped beside you. he tucked some hair behind your ear and wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of his hand. your breathing was heavy, but you were both so happy. to share your first time together felt so special.
you nestled yourself into his arms and held his hand. you exhaled contently then said, "my husband."
he kissed the top of your head, he felt complete, "my missus."
part two
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àłàż CHERRY FLAVORED âăELLIE WILLIAMSăâ CHAPTER ONE
pairing: mega fan!ellie williams x rock star!reader
summary: your guitarist was carted off to rehab after just one month into your recent tour. fuck. thereâs only one thing you can do, and thatâs hire a replacement. your band thinks itâs going to be nearly impossible to find someone that is on the same level of talent as your âbelovedâ guitarist. you donât have high hopes that anyone can nail the songs quite like he did either, if youâre being brutally honest. enter ellie- sheâs a mega fan. the girl knows every lyric and note like the back of her hand. . . and everything about you, which isnât creepy at all. her apparent obsession with you is something that you and your tour manager can overlook if it means carrying on with the rest of the tour. forced proximity with a stalker-level fan . . . whatâs the worst thing that could happen?
warnings: smut in next chapter, talk of substance abuse, the reader is a tease and a bit of a bitch but itâs hot i promise, ellie is obsessed with reader to an unhealthy degree.
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It was the kind of love that tortured poets mused over. Ribs straining against a heavy heart.Â
Ellie had deluded herself, as any love drunk person does, that she wouldnât dissolve into a puddle on the floor if she were to meet you. She could keep her cool- downplay the crushing significance you held in her life. Your voice was constantly ringing in her ears. She could see your face in perfect clarity any time she closed her eyes. Pictures like snapshots played out behind her eyelids, and yet you always felt a million miles away for her. You were a perfect performer, situated on your sky-high pedestal, always out of her puny reach.Â
Because Ellie, as much as she despised this fact and dreamed of greatness, was a nobody. She grew up in a tiny town of no noteworthiness, her adolescent years spent dreaming about the planets and playing guitar with Joel. By all accounts Ellie was normal, while you were certainly not. Still, she liked to tell herself that sheâd somehow manage to make herself worthy of your affections if she were ever to be blessed with them.Â
Finding herself in a situation like this seemed like an impossibility. She was partially convinced that she was daydreaming, having concocted some elaborate fantasy just to feed the insatiable ache. She was starved for you with no way to feed herself.Â
All it had taken was a single audition tape. One. Single. Tape. Ellie was staring, wide eyed, at Gene fuckinâ Murray.Â
The blood rushed from her head, hands breaking out instantaneously into a clammy sweat. She couldnât think, couldnât function at the realization that she was staring at one of the people that she had worshiped for years. Geneâs talent had been praised by the likes of Lars Ulrich and Danny Carey. He wasnât popular just for his looks but for his undeniable talent.Â
And he was staring straight at Ellie, arms crossed over his toned chest as he waited expectantly. She felt like an idiot. Should she be playing? If so, what did they want her to play? Surely one of their songs. Sheâd glossed past the fact that she was a megafan, instead making it sound like she was just looking for a successful band to join. She was talented. No, Ellie was really talented.Â
She wasnât just a technical player, but excelled at making her own rules. She enjoyed the creative freedom that playing the guitar granted, and felt as though the world needed more Jimiâs and Van Halenâs. Ellie excelled at thinking outside of the box.Â
She wasnât very successful when it came to women, but had no problem making her guitar scream and cry for her.Â
She wasnât very successful when it came to women, but had no problem making her guitar scream and cry for her.Â
She wasnât very successful when it came to women, but had no problem making her guitar scream and cry for her.Â
So she took a deep breath and tried to steady her heart, once again stepping up to the mic. If there was one thing that all of your bandmates had in common, it was the attitude. Sheâd watched hundreds of interviews, had studied all of their movements and mannerisms. . .she understood you down to a science.Â
âSo do you want me to play or what?â Ellie spoke into the mic, gripping the neck of the guitar in the hopes that it might act as an anchor. She was scared that she might float away.Â
The managerâs eyebrows twitched at her sudden change in attitude but he didnât say anything, merely turned to look at Gene. For a second everyone just stared at her, like a bug under a microscope. After what felt like five minutes but was really just five seconds, Gene broke out into a grin, motioning to her with a flick of his wrist. He wasnât confident in her, Ellie could tell.Â
She had a sweet face, she knew that. Big green eyes and freckles- she was unsuspecting. People were usually shocked to find out that she had wrestled competitively in high school and had no problem putting a man three times her size on his ass. People expected very little from her, and perhaps that was part of Ellieâs real charm.Â
âWhat song?â She was staring at Gene now, gripping her guitar pick between two sweat-slick fingers.Â
âWhat âbout âSometime Soonâ? Know that one?â His tone was teasing. Condescending.Â
The song was fast paced. It was supposed to be played loud and hard- one of your angrier songs. Ellie knew that you had been the one to write this one, meaning it was one of her favorites. The notes werenât beginner friendly, but it wasnât exactly hard for her.Â
It was more style, less technical ability- which meant that Ellie would have no problem making this song her bitch.Â
It was obvious that Gene was the one meant to judge her. The manager was just that- a manager. They needed an actual musician to listen in. So she took a deep breath and readied herself. . .Â
and then the sound of your singing voice blasted into the booth. Drums, bass- she was meant to play with you.Â
She almost missed her que, eyes widening in nervousness. She thought that sheâd be playing all by her lonesome. She thought wrong it would seem. Theyâd started her off right in the middle of the song. Probably to throw her off. She jumped in, fingers sliding along the frets to shape out the correct notes. She tucked her guitar pick against the palm of her hand with her thumb, using the pads of her fingers to tap the strings. Faster. Faster. Faster. She didnât look up from her guitar to look at the menâs reactions to her playing. Instead she just pretended she was standing in the living room of her apartment, hellbent on getting another noise complaint from the bitchy nextdoor neighbor.Â
Her calloused fingers pinched the strings, satisfied with the way the guitar whined over the speakers. The guitar solo in this song was meant to be impressive- and it was, she had to give it to Leon. A lot of it was just bullshitting though. Heâd admitted that he came up with the solo in the actual sound booth off of the top of his head while they were recording the song.Â
The man was a god. He deserved âguitarist of the yearâ two years in a row. Ellie had the Los Angeles native beat though. Where he had grown up in the constant presence of âthe greatsâ, Ellie had grown up in a constant state of boredom. Sheâd been playing the guitar since she was fourteen. Every day sheâd sit down for hours and practice until her fingers bled. . . literally. She had thousands of hours on Leon, and she knew that with certainty.Â
Ellie moved the guitar up and down gently with her fret hand, prolonging the last note so that it cried the way she wanted it to. The muscles in her arms were sore from how hard she had been tensing during the song. Sheâd been a lot more mechanical about it than she was used to, but she had something to prove.Â
After a second she looked up from her guitar to gauge everyoneâs reactions. The manager had dropped his cold and indifferent demeanor, instead flashing her a small smile. It bolstered her, gave her the strength to turn and look at Gene.Â
He still had his arms crossed over his chest, and for a second Ellie was sure that he would tell her that she sucked. She widened her stance, shuffling her feet so that she was in a more defensive position. His heated gaze made her feel as though she needed to protect herself from whatever mental anguish he was about to put her through.Â
âI thought she was kick ass,â Gene finally spoke up, giving Ellie a small thumbs up. Her face lit up into a wide smile before she could school her reaction into one of indifference. âWhat do you think? Youâre the one that calls all the shots.â He spoke behind him, looking down at someone that had been hidden on the couch all along.Â
Ellie squinted her eyes, taking a step closer to the glass to see if there was another businessman sheâd somehow overlooked.Â
She saw your hair before she saw anything else. It was freshly dyed, different than the last sheâd seen you in all of the recent tabloid photos. You were clad in leather- pants so tight that they looked like a second skin. Your top was just as restrictive, breasts spilling out from the top, midriff revealed to show off the small silver piercing you had decorating your belly button.Â
You were Hecate in the flesh- dark, sinister, mysterious and capable of anything. Ellie didnât think that it would be possible, but you were even prettier in person. The sight of you sent a shock through her system, and for a second she felt her knees quiver, as if she could no longer hold up the weight of her own body. Her insides turned to mush; white, hot mush.Â
The Stendhal syndrome: Ellie had been brought to the very precipice of existence by sight alone. She was so overcome by your mere existence that she felt her eyes begin to well up with tears. Body trembling, eyes locked on to your face and nothing else- it felt like she might faint. She remembered reading about the syndrome once before in an art history class she took in college.Â
âAbsorbed in the contemplation of sublime beauty. . . I reached the point where one encounters celestial sensations.âÂ
The urge to flee was just as great as the urge to get her hands on you was. She was thankful for the wide stance she was currently in, because if her legs had been any closer together then she was positive she would have lost her balance and fallen over.Â
You were right there in front of her. Youâd been right in front of her the entire time, sheâd just been so focused on Gene that she hadnât even seen you in her panic. She stumbled forward, her sneakered foot catching the jack for the amp. She slapped her hands over her ears as a blood curdling screech began blaring over the speakers.Â
Ellie could have died. In fact. . . she just might. She dropped her guitar roughly on the ground as she raced over towards the amp, fingers shaking as she turned the knob to the volume.
The booth, once again, was silent. Silent enough to hear a pin drop. Slowly she turned, grimacing when she noticed the looks on everyoneâs faces. Sheâd embarrassed herself and ruined her chance. Even worse was the fact that sheâd humiliated herself in front of you.Â
She had somehow deluded herself into believing that the two of you were soulmates over the years. Sheâd compared your birth charts, life numbers- had taken multiple celebrity compatibility tests. All signs pointed to a resounding yes. The two of you were star crossed lovers, cursed to never know one another. She had told herself that if she were ever to bump into you in person that sheâd be able to keep her cool. Ellie was certain that she could pretend that she didnât know who you are- could downplay the significance that you held Â
Her ignorance was laughable. Sheâd been so overcome by your mere presence that sheâd stumbled on air while standing completely still. You were standing up straight now, and even from her spot behind the thick glass she could tell how much taller you were than her. You had to be wearing heels or platforms, because according to Google you were-Â
âYou know how many auditions weâve listened to today?â You had grappled the mic from the tech and were now hunched over his soundboard, the lights from all of the buttons and knobs casting strange, beautiful shadows over your face. Your eyeliner was dark and smoked out around your eyes, and in that moment Ellie wondered if you were an angel or a demon. âTwelve. Twelve fuckinâ people have walked into that booth today. Every single one of them has been absolute shit. So bad, in fact, that Iâve wanted to blow my fuckinâ brains out in this buildings tiny, piss-stained bathroom.âÂ
Ellie blanched, lips losing their pink color as the blood drained from her face. She was about to pass out. Her vision was already starting to tunnel. She grabbed onto one of the microphone stands to hold herself up, trying to keep her expression hard and unreadable. People often told her that she had âdead eyesâ, and she could only pray that her face wasnât giving her crushing grief away. It felt like someone had just died; like she had just died. Actually, she would have rather you just go ahead and stab her then tell her she sucked. You were her idol, her dream girl, her everything.Â
And you were telling her that youâd rather blow your fucking brains out then listen to her play. How was she supposed to recover from this? Sheâd heard the saying âdonât meet your heroesâ a thousand times, but this? Sheâd rather you just be a bitch to her. Actually, Ellie would probably like that. This was the worst thing she could have ever heard. Her nose twitched as tears began pooling in her eyes. She blinked a few times, praying that you couldnât tell in the nearly pitch black room you were standing in.Â
âBut this?â You turned towards your manager and pointed passionately at Ellie. âThis is music.âÂ
Breath left her lungs in a loud, audible whooshing sound, like a balloon deflating. Her shoulders relaxed, the hand that was white knuckling the mic stand falling limp at her side. No, you didnât hate her. You liked her.Â
You liked her.Â
Everyone had their vices. Leonâs had, apparently, been copious amounts of prescription drugs- often consumed simultaneously. You were used to getting what you wanted. You drank whenever you wanted to, fucked just about anyone that peaked your interest and got away with your usual rotten antics and bitchy behavior. You lived the lifestyle that youâd always dreamt of, even when you were a little kid.Â
You enjoyed putting on shows. You were flamboyant, loud, and werenât afraid of expressing yourself. Teachers often described you as a âfree thinkerâ back in your elementary school days. You dressed yourself for school each morning, each outfit louder and more daring than the next. You were an artist, and like most artists you had some inner demons that you fought against. You still fought tooth and nail, even to this day.Â
Finally though, after what felt like a thousand years of waiting and biding your time, you had the life you had always yearned for.Â
You sold out arenas, appeared on the front page of just about every magazine imaginable, and had celebrities clamoring over themselves to be your âbest friendâ of the week. Things were good.Â
But also a bit empty.Â
The friends that youâd made in your youth only used your name for bragging rights. Your parents had stopped showing up to concerts years ago, instead choosing to listen about your successes through their shitty television shows. Life felt a bit hollow.
Exciting. . . just different than you had always been used to.Â
âCome play with us.â One of the women whined from her spot on your plush hotel mattress. The bombshell blonde was already stripped down to her underwear, her eyes glazed over from whatever overpriced alcohol sheâd already taken from the suite's bar, at your expense no doubt.Â
Your manager was used to the up-charges on the company card. He would probably be relieved in the morning when he found out that you didnât break anything. There was still time for that, of course. It was only one in the morning, which meant you had nine more hours to get fucked up and wreck the cushy room.Â
âIâm not feeling up to it right now.â You said simply, already disinterested in the two women you had invited to bed with you tonight. You were holding a beer bottle loosely between two of your fingers, swishing the remainder of the room temperature alcohol absentmindedly.
You werenât much of an âobserverâ when it came to sex, more of a very active participant. Still, all you could do was sit back in one of the comfortable lounge chairs, muscles tense after a long show. You werenât exactly sure why youâd invited the women back to the hotel. They were both attractive and had come onto you at the same time. It was obvious what they had been insinuating, and who were you to deny two beautiful women? The first thing that had popped into your head being âa threesome might make me happyâ.
Except now you were bored out of your skull and would much rather be sleeping right now than watch two ditzy girls clumsily fondle each otherâs fake breasts.Â
âPlease? I want you to fuck me so bad-â There was a knock at the door, causing both girls to go silent for a second.Â
You pinched the bridge of your nose, exhaustion threatening to swallow you up whole. If it was your manager here to yell at you for âaccidentallyâ breaking an amp at tonight's show you were going to scream. It was too late for that bullshit. Still, you saw this excuse as a blessing.Â
âHear that, ladies? Looks like weâve gotta pack it up. Thanks for showing me a good time.â You stood up from the seat with a small groan, placing your beer bottle onto the counter clumsily. The glass clattered, almost spilling all over the shag carpet.Â
The two girls groaned, obviously frustrated that they hadnât successfully gotten you into bed with them. You werenât sure what was wrong with you lately. If this had happened a few months ago then. . . well, you would have fucked them- no questions asked. Were you maturing out of your âwild and crazyâ phase? No, you didnât think so.Â
You bent down, scooping up a discarded bra so that you could toss it onto the bed. Fabric rustled behind you as they began to quickly sort themselves out, hoping to beat you to the door.Â
âWho is it?â You called out in a sing-song voice, deciding that if your manager was already angry enough to show up in front of your door at one in the morning then you might as well have a little fun with it.Â
There was no reply on the other side of the door, causing you to scoff. He was giving you the silent treatment. You reached out for the door handle, only to have your shirt yanked on by one of the women. You could hear the seams ripping against the weight of her, her eyes wide with desperation.Â
âPlease let me show you a good time. I promise Iâm good- I swear.â There was a fear of rejection there, you could tell.Â
You felt a bit guilty and were quick to lean in to press a kiss on her cheek. âBaby, youâre gorgeous. Iâm sure you would have been wonderful- but Iâm tired. Thatâs all, okay? Itâs nothing personal.âÂ
And with that you opened the door. The air from the hallway was brisk, causing goosebumps to instantly break out on your bare arms and legs. You were expecting the balding, bespectacled Barry to be standing on the other side of the door, all in a huff about âexpensesâ and âdamages to the venueâ. Blah, blah, blah.Â
Instead it was Ellie. A very broken looking Ellie.Â
The girls were quick to straighten out their outfits, their attention now turned towards the guitarist. Groupies like this didnât care who they slept with, just so long as they were getting it in with someone that was in the band.Â
âYouâre Emma. . . right? The new guitarist? You were so great tonight. I mean- Leon was always a bit of a poser anyway. Youâre killing it.â One of the girls started, moving to stand next to you in the doorway.Â
You werenât sure why, but you felt angry. Genuinely angry. Were you jealous of Ellie? No, because you were sure they would still rather fuck you than her. Youâd been their first choice, afterall. Maybe you felt the need to shelter Ellie a bit? Yeah, that had to be it. She was still learning the ropes, and the last thing she needed was to be sexually harassed in a hotel hallway.
â. . . -lieâ She was mumbling under her breath, eyes locked on the expensive carpet beneath her ratty old sneakers.Â
She had changed out of her stage clothes and put on jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair looked wet too, meaning sheâd already taken a shower. She smelled earthy- Alpine, even.Â
You leaned against the frame, slamming your hand against the doorway to box the two women in, hoping to keep them away from the newbie. They flinched but both seemingly werenât off put in their newfound pursuit.Â
âYouâre the most talented guitarist Iâve ever seen live. I mean. . . your solos were incredible.â You hadnât managed to successfully remember the girlâs names. Just that they were friends with two guys that had worked security for the venue tonight. People often took advantage of connections like that in order to get close to you and your bandmates. It usually worked too. Tonight was different though. Tonight you had a real stick up your ass.Â
Ashley? Amber? Sophie? God, you were bad with names.
â. . . -is Ellie.â Your guitarist mumbled again, slowly moving back down the hall in the direction of her suite.Â
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion over her attitude, and you were quick to stumble out of your room and down the hall after her.Â
âWait! Emma, can we get an autograph!â One of the half naked girls called after the two of you, trying desperately to shrug on her shirt to follow after.Â
Ellie turned then, eyes narrowed and teeth bared. Youâd. . . Youâd never seen her like that before.Â
âMy name is fucking Ellie! Who is Emma? Jesus fuckinâ Christ-â She dug her hand into the back pocket of her jeans, trying desperately to find her keycard.Â
The girls gasped at her outburst, jostled by the look of pure evil on her face. Even you were taken aback, not used to this kind of attitude from her. Still, youâd be lying if you said that you didnât know why she was acting like this.Â
Ellie was what some would call a âmega fanâ, though that would be putting it lightly. The word âstalkerâ would be more appropriate. Your manager knew that before he even messaged her for an audition. Heâd checked all of her social media sites and scrubbed the internet for anything he could find on her. One thing was made very clear:Â
Ellie was obsessed with you.Â
For whatever reason she seemed to be keeping it a secret from Gene and Chris. All she fessed up to them was that she enjoyed your music, which was why sheâd auditioned in the first place. Sheâd conveniently left out the dedicated fan blogs and the status of her cult-like following.
You didnât mind it. Sure, it was a bit creepy. . . but she was talented and you liked her. She could hold her own against Gene and Chrisâ constant asshole behavior, and had been receptive to Barry trying to teach her the ropes of the business. It was obvious that she wanted this, even if her motives werenât exactly purely for the music. Youâd let her be as close to you as she wanted if it meant that sheâd continue playing the way that she does. The crowd had loved her, and it was only her second show with the band.Â
She was a bit shy, but that would pass eventually. You remember your early debut days vividly. Youâd been just like her, maybe even a little worse.Â
âHey, stop for a second.â You reached out to grab her wrist, stopping her from fleeing after her outburst. She turned to glare at you, but her eyes softened as she took in your features.Â
You could feel her arm trembling in your grasp, so you gently let go. No matter how many times you touched her or spent time with her, she still seemed to get overly nervous in your presence. It was endearing.Â
âArenât you a bit busy? Donât let me ruin your fun-â She was being sarcastic.Â
âI was done with them by the time you knocked on the door. They arenât exactly my type. Iâm not sure why I even invited them back in the first place.â If you had to guess, youâd probably done it out of habit. You were used to inviting people back to your room or tour bus.Â
Ellie didnât seem pleased by your answer. If anything it seemed to upset her even more. She bristled, reaching back into her pocket for her keycard. What did she want to hear? That you hadnât touched them? You groaned, wiping an exhausted hand down your face.Â
The elevator dinged behind you, meaning the girls had finally taken the hint and were leaving with their tails tucked between their legs.Â
âAre you jealous or something?â You asked once the elevator doors were closed. The last thing you needed were the girls trying to sell information to some shitty gossip magazine.Â
She froze, eyes going wide and lips going pale. It was almost like she didnât think that you knew all about her dirty little secret. A part of you wanted to tease her. Really make her squirm.Â
âWhy would I be jealous? Those girls werenât exactly my type either.â She was good at playing things off. Ellie was a good liar.Â
But you were good at sniffing out the bullshit. It was one of your many talents.Â
âNot of me,â You leaned against the wall next to her door, watching with curious eyes as she began fumbling in her pockets for her key. âOf them. Do you wish I had taken you back to my room or something?â You cooed flirtatiously, flashing her one of your most sinister smiles.Â
She coughed, turning around so that she could hide her face from you. This nearly had you groaning out loud in disappointment. Was she blushing? Do her freckles look even brighter when her skin gets all pink and hot?Â
Nah, it was dangerous to think like this. Band members were always off limits. It was a recipe for disaster. The last thing you needed was another Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham situation on your hands. Your PR team wouldnât be able to recover. Theyâd just barely gotten over the âLeonâ incident by the skin of their teeth.Â
Your old band member having to be tackled by three cops in a hotel lobby was horrible. It made you look sloppy. And sleeping with the brand new edition to the band was definitely sloppy.Â
âYouâre acting crazy.â Ellie told you, shoving the keycard into the lock so that she could clammer into her room.Â
Pushing the boundaries was sort of your thing. You enjoyed being bad, fuck the consequences. Right about now you wanted to kiss Ellie. What would her reaction be? Was she a good kisser? You wanted to know. No- you needed to know.Â
âYouâre right. Iâm talking nonsense, donât listen to me,â You called after her into the room. âSweet dreams.âÂ
And with that you sauntered back to your own room, practically purring in delight over the fact that it had been that easy to get to Ellie like that. You loved pushing the boundaries. . . and now you had a new toy to play with.
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Naruto boys calling you maâam âââ*:ă»ïŸ
!Slightly suggestive!
Characters: NarutođŠ,sasukeđĄïž,Itachiđ„, kakashiđ, kibađș, shikamaruđïž,shinođȘČ,nejiđ,Leeđ„,chojiđ„,gaaraâł,kankurođȘ
NarutođŠ-*
Heâs sassy so ofc heâs gunna piss you off by calling you âmaâamâ making you feel old. Normally when you scold him over stupid things he refers to you as that-
âDid you think about how dangerous that is?!â âNo maâam!â âuse your little head before doing something dumb!â âYes maâam!â âok stop with the maâam I feel like a teacher scolding a bad studentâ âwhat you gunna smack me with a ruler?â Rolls eyes âI will if you donât keep quiet!â âWhatever you say! Maâam~â âIâll be back with the ruler.â âWHAT?!â
SasukeđĄïž-*
He uses it nonchalantly or when heâs being goofy. Like everytime he leaves home you always say âbe safe babyâ and he always responds with âyes maâam.â In a serious tone. He knows you worry that one day he may not come back so he must reassure you!
âBe safe Sasuke. I expect you home by 10!â âYes maâam, i will I promise. I must go now! Iâll see you at dinner darlingâ you whisper âitâs cute when you call me thatâ right before he closes the door (he heard it anyways)
Itachiđ„-*
He is such a good boyfriend honestly. Heâs the kind of guy to do little tasks for you when you ask. So normally when your to lazy all you gotta do is ask him to do it instead!
âTachi, can you please get me some more water?â âYes maâam!!!â Very rare times you ask him to do something without him responding with a âyes maâam~â
Kakashiđ-*
His mouth gets himself in trouble, sometimes he says things that could be viewedïżŒïżŒïżŒ a different way without realizing it. For example he once said you remind him of a frog. I donât know how itâs a compliment but he meant it as oneâŠwhich obviously you didnât know
âARE YOU CALLING ME AN UGLY FROG KASHI?!â âN-no maâam! Thatâs not what I mea-â âNO I KNOW WHAT YOU MEANNNN! YOU THINK IM SLIMEY TOADâ you start smiling once you realize how silly this really is âno I swear I meant it in a nice way!!!â âWELL-âŠdid you call me maâam?â âUhmâŠdepends do you not like itâ you chuckle âno I donât mind, itâs cute.â He lets out a sigh of relief âwell I guess Iâll call you that more often?~â
Kibađș-*
Like kakashi his mouth gets him in trouble, exept Kiba does it on purpose to try and get a rise out of you he likes it when your rough ofc that means he just teases as much as possible, but then he tries acting all innocent
Heâs on his knees directly infront of your legs waiting for you to look at him âI know what your doing Kiba. Itâs not gunna workâ he flashes the puppy eyes âwell Iâm not doing anything y/nđ„șâ âso your serious not trying to get a rise out of me?â âNoooo maâamâ you grab his face with your hand rather aggressivelyâis this want you want puppy?â A very quiet âYesâ could be heard from him
Shikamaruđïž-*
He only calls you maâam when you nag him about doing chores or helping you cook, he knows he canât say no but âmaamâ is his only way of back talk
âHey Shika be a dear and take out the trashâ âahhh yes anything for you maâam.â He responded in the most sarcastic voice he could make âwatch that tone babe!â âYeah yeah whatever, such a painâ âIâll show you pain.â A water bottle was soon thrown directly at his head LOL
ShinođȘČ-*
Call me weird but I feel like if he was going to call you something like that he would call you mistress instead but thatâs for another time! When he does call you maâam itâs mostly because he admires your leadership. You guys would be testing battle strategy and when you command him into a certain position you could here his cheerful âyes maâamâ while he runs into position
Nejiđ-*
He only uses it to get out of trouble actually. When he does something he isnât supposed to he tries lying abt what he did
âNeji. Were you in my drawers?â âWhat!!! No maâam that is absurd I would never dig through your shirt drawer!â You look at him with a blank stare âI never said it was my shirt drawer. Time to fess up pretty.â He sighs loudly. âFine yes. But only because I missed your scent!!!â âAwwwwwâŠkinda creepy but cute!!â
Leeđ„-*
Your like his own personal Inspirator. You give him pep talk like every single day and being the energy ball he is he is so hyped to hear about it
âAre you gunna train hard today?â âYes maâam!â âAnd you going to be proud of yourself no matter what?!â âYes maâam!!!!!â âAre you not gunna over work yourself for me?â âYES MAâAM!!!!â
Chojiđ„-*
Again he takes your authority very seriously! So maâam is fitting when your taking charge of every day things. Even if your not trying to be all serious he will always respect your power but he also looks to you for guidance
âHey handsome you said you needed me?â âYes y/n-chan. I figured you could help me with this?â You sigh âthe only way Iâll be of help is if you do what I tell you too, can youâŠdo that?â âYes maâam! Iâm a very good listener!â You giggle âcute now letâs get startedâ
Gaaraâł-*
He has mommy issues and your strong and independent ofc heâs gunna call you names like that and ask for you to take care of him?! You love babying him anyways but itâs always so cute when heâs had a rough day mentally wise and the first thing he does is go to you
âY/n, may we please have some alone timeâŠâ he asked shyly âof course rose, bad mental day?â You open your arms to him âyes maâam. It was hard today.â He comments before hopping in your arms waiting for you to make everything better
KankurođȘ-*
He calls you maâam when your all mad at him for being bratty âbut I was just checking out your new pants!â âYou expect me to believe that you were just looking at my pants and not my ass?â âYes maâamâ kinda like Kiba he wants you to be rough with him ok. Heâs just trying to tease so you do something about it which you donât because your strong, and itâs funner to just calling him a brat and watching him squirm at the insults
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