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"The Love Shack" Part II - Three is a Perfect Crowd
Relationship: Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya reader(21) x Lo'ak(22)
Read Part I - The Proposition HERE
Story Summary: Youâd heard the whispered speculations and stifled giggles during the daytimes. Youâd seen the furtive glances that the other women cast at Neteyam and Loâak through coquettish eyes, cheeks stained a blushing mauve as they exchanged coy smiles with the two brothers. And during the nights? Hell, youâd heard the moans and wanton cries for yourself⌠You were definitely curious, but did you have it in you to go through with their proposition?...
Warnings: Adult content 18+ MDNI Word count: 7.9k Content: Mentions of group sex, MMF threesome, smut, sex toy play, squirting
Author's Note: Thank you to all of you who read, commented, reblogged, liked and asked to be tagged for Part II!
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Here is Part II and I warn ya, it's all filth. đ¤ Grab a glass of wine, a blanket, a towel, whatever you need... and enjoy!
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Indecision wasnât something you were accustomed to. Youâd always prided yourself on making strong decisions both personally as well as professionally. It was one of the reasons you rose through the ranks to beat out all the other warriors to become Neteyamâs second-in-command. So, the fact that youâd spent majority of today vacillating in your decision to either go or not go to the outpost was an uncomfortable anomaly.
The conclusion of last meal earlier in the evening had brought with it a burning imperative for you to make your final decision and stick with it. You were dismayed to find that the urgency of the time didnât help you one bit.
Youâd trudged on shaky legs into the woodlands in the outpostâs general direction, before being overwhelmed with a severe case of cold feet. However, instead of turning and running for home, youâd plopped yourself down on some moss and begun whittling away at your half-finished spear from yesterday while you dithered further.
That was a couple of hours ago and it was getting late now.
The present found you parked in the woodland scrub just outside the old outpost with your finished spear in hand. The hesitant side of you hoped that maybe Neteyam and Loâak might have abandoned their proposition after your no-show, given the late hour. However, the lambent glow of the lamps inside the outpost shelter and the muffled sound of one of them laughing told you otherwise.
The curious side of you thrilled with anticipation at the unknownâŚ
The brothers had done well to refurbish the abandoned outpost. It had been the central gathering place for the war council during the Long War with the sky people, and it had suffered severe damage during battle. The end of the Long War had been a long-awaited blessing and the outpost had been abandoned, its function no longer necessary and the memory of what it symbolised too painful for some to bear.
But Neteyam and Loâak had rebuilt the damaged settlement, renewing it with new textiles, new fibres and new designs. Apart from its core structure, it hardly even resembled the old war outpost anymore.
Approaching the outpostâs entrance where a set of draping cloths served to shield its interior from outside eyes, you steeled yourself under your breath, âCome on, just go and have a look. You can leave if itâs not your thing, like Neteyam said.â
Youâd come this far⌠one peek wouldnât hurt? If you were honest with yourself, the taste of Neteyamâs kiss had lingered on your lips and tongue all of last night, and it was your craving to experience it again that had brought you here.
Urging your feet forward, you were in process of reaching to part the cloths when they suddenly flew apart from before you as someone made to exit. You hissed, startled in alarm, instinctively lowering yourself into a defensive position with your spear pointed frontward.
âArgh! Holy shit!â Loâak exclaimed, stumbling backward in the face of the sharp weapon you were wielding, âGreat Mother, who do you think youâre going to be spearing with that?!â
Immediately lowering your spear when it became apparent you were in no danger, you were quick to deliver a faltering apology, âSorry, you gave me a fright!â
âI gave you a fright? Goddamn woman, I was just going to take a leak and I nearly pissed myself!â
âSorry!â
The other side of the entry cloths parted to reveal Neteyam who had come to investigate. There a momentary flash of surprise on his face before one side of his mouth quirked upward in a wily grin that made your ears heat.
Recovered now from the scare youâd inflicted on him, Loâak shot a smug smirk at Neteyam and remarked at you, âYouâre very late. Donât have too much fun without me, Iâll be back.â
Neteyam stepped aside to allow you to enter while Loâak left to relieve himself. You padded on tentative feet into the outpost and you were astonished to find the space quite innocuous. The interior held all the usual furnishings that youâd expect in a living space; rugs, throws, cushions and soft mats; woven decorations hung from the upper framings of the outpost and a cosy-looking fire burned in a central hearth.
Your expression must have betrayed your thoughts as Neteyam broke the silence with a chuckle, âNot what you expected?â
âI didnât know what to expect, to be honest.â That was mostly true, you didnât have any specific expectations or imaginings of the place, you just hadnât expected the space to look so normal.
From the salacious gossip that had run rampant amongst the women about their experiences here, as well as from your memory of the sensual cries youâd heard that one night youâd ventured near enough, youâd projected a more sordid atmosphere than the one you currently found yourself in.
âWhen you didnât show soon after last meal, I figured you werenât coming.â Neteyam breathed.
You turned to look at him properly for the first time this evening and you noticed his relaxed attire. You were used to seeing him in full warrior regalia, but tonight he was dressed simply, without his cummerbund, arm and leg guards, and no weapons. A beaded choker necklace adorned his neck and a woven armband hugged one of his impressive biceps, but apart from this and a purple loincloth, the rest of him was bare.
You could see so much of his skin⌠smooth and striped, and cerulean blue all over hard muscleâŚ
âMy curiosity evidently won out in the end.â You replied, attempting to tamp down the buzzing knot of nerves in your belly with a small smile at him.
âYou can put this down.â Neteyam reached for your spear, prying it gently from your grasp and moving to set it against the nearest wall. His eyes glimmered warmly in the firelight, âNo one will hurt you here.â
You nodded, rubbing your empty palms together with a deep breath. You began to circle the space, noticing that it was bigger than you initially thought as there were more cloth draperies that hung to the sides of the shelter that served to partition it off into different sections. Each section held more of the same comfortable furnishings, but the drapes clearly served the purpose of privacy.
Thankfully, as your curiosity increased, your nervousness decreased and you finally felt comfortable enough to ask, âSo, what? The women come here and everyone just plays?â
A husky chortle from him, âIf thatâs what people want to do. Sometimes everyone just relaxes over some drinks and hangs out. Things donât necessarily always escalate into more.â
You cast him a sceptical look, continuing on your exploration of the place, âAnd how often is it that sex and body play doesnât end up on the agenda?â If gossip was to be believed, then you knew it wasnât often at all that things stayed chaste.
When Neteyam didnât respond, you turned to face him as he followed you and the wicked grin on his face confirmed that what youâd surmised was right. You rolled your eyes and he laughed.
âAnd what are these tawtute (human) things that all the women rave about? These tools that supposedly bring pleasure like nothing theyâve ever experienced before?â You queried, intentionally keeping your tone flippant despite the flagrantly sexual nature of your question.
Neteyamâs hot breath ghosted the nape of your neck and you realised he had walked right up to your back, âCome, Iâll show them to you.â
A warm, large hand enveloped one of yours and he led you over to another part of the shelter where a cloth-covered shape lay. Kneeling before it, Neteyam lifted the soft cloth to reveal an intricately designed chest woven from flax and colourful fibres. Undoing the leather snap at its front, he opened it to reveal a plush-lined inner in which sat a series of instruments in of varying shapes and materials youâd never seen before.
The colours of these instruments were also bright, unnaturally so. There were a myriad of shades and tones of colour that existed on Pandora, but the pinks, purples a blues you were looking at were very artificial. A bright blue tool caught your eye and unable to resist, you slowly reached to pick it up. It was smooth and long, and you could only just wrap a hand around the width of it. Its length was also slightly curved, tapering upward at the end.
Neteyam watched quietly as you picked through the various offerings in the chest, running your fingers over the smooth silicone of the toys. He fought to keep his composure as erotic thoughts of you using them began to assault him. You appeared rather intrigued by the blue g-spot vibrator you held, though he could tell by the slight frown on your face that you werenât really sure what it was for.
âThatâs an insertion toy. It goes inside you.â He informed, âAnd if you turn it on. It vibrates.â
Vibrates⌠Youâd never heard that human word before and you didnât know what it meant. You let Neteyam take the toy from you and he fiddled with something on its length before it came to life with a buzzing hum that made you jump.
Extending cautious fingers towards the humming toy, you touched its vibrating form before withdrawing your hand, âIt tickles.â
âIt feels good against you when itâs in the intended place.â Neteyamâs voice was slightly rough and you could smell the familiar musk from last night emanating from him again.
âDo they all go inside?â You asked, eyeing up the other oddly shaped toys, some of which did not look particularly comfortable to insert.
âNot all. This is a wand vibrator and itâs generally only for external use.â He picked up a purple toy, which had a longer handle and a large bulbous head at the end. Switching this one on, you noted that his one hummed even more aggressively than its blue predecessor.
âWhoa, straight into the toy box, are we?â Loâak had returned and his voice was a teasing drawl as he joined you and Neteyam, âGetting right down to business then.â
Ears flattening a little at the jibe, you harrumphed at Loâak, âIâm just looking.â
The few loose braids by his temple clacked as he laughed, âOh, theyâre not made for looking at, trust me.â
The bravado youâd found waned a bit with Loâakâs return, the reality of the situation seeping into you. Great Mother, were you really here discussing sexual implements with two men?... Were you seriously contemplating engaging in a sexual encounter with them?...
Standing up to put some distance between you and the two brothers, you dusted your knees off lightly and suddenly felt rather out of place. You didnât know what to do with your hands and you didnât know where to rest your eyes either.
Sensing that his bold teasing had thrown you off kilter, Loâak stood to meet your eyes and his face was sincere as he spoke, âHey, if you were curious and just wanted to see what this place was about, thatâs OK. We can just hang if you want to.â
You didnât acknowledge Loâakâs last statement with a definite answer. You warred within yourself. What did you want?... You were nervous, but you didnât want to go either. The recollection of the searing but short-lived kiss youâd shared with Neteyam made an appearance again in your mind. You wanted to explore that further⌠By Eywa, you didnât think youâd object to kissing Loâak eitherâŚ
Like his older brother, Loâak too was dressed simply. Neteyam had risen to his feet next to him and they made an incredibly handsome pair. You could absolutely understand why the other women lusted after them. After all, you were hardly innocent of that crime. Your long-standing attraction to Neteyam had ensured that.
âNo, Iâll- Iâll stay.â You resolved, âI donât want to be the only one whoâs left out of the loop.â
The two brothers shared a look that you couldnât decipher the meaning of. It was a glance between them with fairly neutral expressions, but you did see the slight upturn of their lips.
âWhereâd you even get those things anyway?â You questioned. You knew that with their mixed heritage and with Jake originating from the humansâ side, that there were many tools and instruments that the oloâeyktan had adopted for use in the clan. However, you could hardly imagine the oloâeyktan openly bringing in sex toys for the clanâs wider use.
âSpider.â Neteyam supplied with a fond laugh, âHeâs got quite the knack for sourcing and supplying us with contraband under the radar from the avatar camp.â
You giggled at the thought of Spider. You liked the human. He lived majority of his life amongst the Omatikaya with the Sullys anyway, so despite his foreign form, he was very much Naâvi at heart.
There was one last set of drapes in a corner by the toy chest which caught your eye. It was the only partitioned section of the outpost that you hadnât yet explored. Ambling towards it you murmured, âWhatâs behind here? More of the same?â
Neteyam and Loâak watched you approach the last partition, knowing full well that what was behind the draperies was not simply more of the same. The last pair of drapes led into their main play area. Quietly they awaited your reaction and sure enough it came soon after in the form of a soft gasp.
Theyâd built a large, raised bedframe in there and on it sat a thick bedding mat swathed in silken fabric. The bed was sizeable enough to sleep several adults and piles of plush cushions and rolls lined one end of it. The other main feature of the play area, which was also courtesy of Spider, was a large mirror that ran along one entire wall.
Youâd never seen anything like it. The gigantic bed was one thing, but the strange pane of whatever it was that spanned the entirety of the opposite wall was breathtaking. You had never seen your own reflection so clearly in your life, save for the completely still water of a puddle after heavy rain, and even that was a far cry from this. Mesmerised, you approached the large pane until you were standing right before it.
âItâs called a mirror.â Loâakâs deep timbre sounded.
Youâd been so entranced by your reflection that you hadnât noticed the two brothers enter the space behind you. They flanked you now, one on either side.
âItâs amazing.â You breathed in astonishment. Your fingertips met its cool and solid surface and you marvelled at the clarity of it, âEverything is so clear. Itâs beautiful.â
âJust like you are, paskalin.â Neteyamâs words elicited another intake of breath from you and your amber eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror.
Both brothers were standing very close to you, their bodies angled inward towards yours. They were close enough that a subtle shift on either side of you would cause your arms to brush their torsos. Your ears twitched as you perceived the quiet sound of their breaths and your skin prickled with the body heat you could feel exuding from their bodies.
The mirrorâs reflection also allowed you to see yourself in-between them and it became apparent to you how much taller and bigger they were in stature compared to you. The top of your head only just skimmed past their chins and your lithe body was much willowier next to their more muscular physiques. The image was as arousing as it was intimidatingâŚ
Loâak was carefully scenting you now, in a very similar way to the way Neteyam had done the night before. He trailed a hand up your forearm and he pulled you against him to sniff at your hair. Loâakâs scent was different to Neteyamâs, but it was no less appealing to your feminine senses.
Through the reflection you saw Neteyam dip his head and you anticipated his action moments before you felt the scorching heat of an open-mouthed kiss against the other side of your neck. Your next inhale was a quivering rush of air into your lungs and your heart began to pound with want.
Leaving a trail of nips up your neck to your jaw, Neteyam paused to purr by your ear, âThis is a place where people come to feel good and surrender to pleasure. Rank doesnât matter here and you leave the outside world at the door. You set the boundaries, paskalin, but if you stay tonight then you must also promise to trust us.â
You turned your head towards him, chasing Neteyamâs lips with your own, yearning to taste him again. But he pulled away with a roguish smirk that promised your patience would be rewarded if you waited.
Your reply was a breathy whimper, âYes.â
âIs there anywhere you donât want to be touched?â Loâak murmured, the fingers of one hand tickling your hip while its twin splayed flat against the small of your back.
âNo, itâs all fine.â Your chest heaved with your deepening breaths, every nerve ending hyperaware and hypersensitive in the waking dawn of your arousal.
Loâakâs answering grin was lascivious and the hand at your back pulled the tied knot of your chest-covering free. The garment shifted as it loosened, the beads scraping over your stiffening nipples. Neteyam was quick to undo the last tie of the garment behind your neck, and with a gentle swish it fell from your body entirely, leaving you exposed.
A harsh groan sounded from Neteyam and he cupped one of your breasts, letting his thumb flick over its hard peak, âEywa, you donât know how long Iâve wanted touch you like this. Every time your covering shifted at work, every little peek I was afforded when it slipped momentarily, it was torturous.â
Neteyam had been looking at your breasts?... The sentiment was an exciting surprise to you and you leaned into the agonising brush of his fingers over your nipple.
Loâak joined his brother, stroking and fondling your other breast, âYouâve got such pretty nipples, and Eywa, they love being touched.â
A stifled moan left you as pleasure shot straight to your core from the stimulation. Your head lolled onto Neteyamâs shoulder and he clasped your chin to angle it the right way so he could reward you with a passionate kiss. You felt him snake a hand down your front, the heat of his palm blazing past your navel to travel even lower. You jolted when he cupped your crotch, his fingers deftly finding the outline of your clitoris and rolling against it.
Neteyam broke away and the absence of his mouth allowed a desirous whine to escape you. He posed another question to you, âHow much do you want from us tonight?â
You were dizzy with desire and your core pulsed with liquid heat. You gave another ragged moan when Loâak knelt down to capture one nipple in his mouth. Your eyes flicked forward to the wanton reflection before you; one brother suckling on your breast, the other with a hand buried between your thighs while he watched you. The press of their bodies against yours was delicious and you could see matching erections straining behind their loincloths in the reflection.
Your decision came to you undeniably, and you abandoned all your inhibitions in the heat of the pleasure you were experiencing, âI want everything. I want you both to fuck me tonight.â
Their reaction was immediate. There was a flurry of motion as both brothers moved, working in tandem to free your loincloth as well as their own. Naked now as the day you were born, every part of you screamed with want while every inch of your bare skin was pressed up and imprisoned between two aroused male bodies.
You were turned and facing Loâak now and you could feel his hard erection throbbing between the press of your torsos. He claimed your lips in a full but brief kiss and then said, âYou know, if weâd known that all it would take to get you here was a private session with us, we wouldâve done this sooner.â
âYouâre incorrigible.â You retorted with a chuckle.
âShall we move to the bed?â Neteyam suggested hoarsely, âIâm rather impatient to explore you, paskalin.â
âNo wait,â You stopped him. You looked into the mirror again, rather enjoying the wide and unimpeded view it gave you of the whole space. Both Neteyam and Loâak were gorgeous to look upon and you wanted to enjoy the vision of their imposing frames while they were standing. âI want to enjoy looking at you both like this first.â
Facing the mirror front on with the brothers on a slight angle, your eyes tracked from the top of the pane downward. They were both panting lightly and their pupils were dilated wide with lust in their beautiful faces. Broad shoulders and muscular chests were followed by powerful abdominals that tapered to their slim hips and strong legs. But of course, the two things your attention snapped back to, once your eyes had reached their feet, were their impressive erections.
Biting your bottom lip and feeling frisky, you encircled each of their cocks in your grasp, one in each hand. They were both strapping men, so it didnât surprise you that they were proportionate in this department too. Simultaneous grunts came from them both when you began a slow squeeze and stroke. Great Mother, they were gorgeous here too⌠long and girthy, hot skin over rigid hardness that made your pussy clench in yearningâŚ
Lowering yourself to your knees, you peered up at them both while you continued your pumping rhythm over their lengths. You could see they were enjoying themselves, their abs flexing and contracting with their pleasure.
Turning your face towards Neteyam, you held his eyes as you parted your mouth and licked a slow stripe up his cock and over the head of it. His hips jerked involuntarily, a hiss whistling from between his gritted teeth. When your next move was to take his cock into your mouth and suck most of the way down, his response was a strangled cry. It took some effort and co-ordination on your part, but you conscientiously bobbed and sucked while still stroking Loâak as well.
âFuck, you look and feel so good.â Neteyam droned, panting through an open mouth as his face contorted and moved through a series of expressions, all of which spoke to his immense enjoyment.
Loâakâs hips were thrusting lightly, pushing and pulling his hard flesh in a delicious glide through your grasp. He would let out the occasional whimper, which mingled sensually with Neteyamâs unrestrained groans. Loâak gave a small whine shortly after and you gently drew off Neteyamâs cock with a small pop, licking your lips.
You turned to the younger brother and grinned coyly at him, âI havenât forgotten about you.â
Loâakâs deep chuckle rumbled in his chest and he cocked his head at you with a wink, âDonât worry, I wouldnât have let you forget about me anyway.â
The higher-pitched whine that then followed when you did take his cock into your mouth was a very stimulating contrast of sound.
Neteyam was shifting behind you and you felt him pat the inside of your leg lightly, âPart your legs a little for me.â
Still pleasuring Loâak, you multi-tasked and did as you were told. Out of the corner of your eye in the mirror, you saw that Neteyam had moved to lie on his back and had shimmied his head and shoulders between your knees.
Having a birdâs-eye view of the situation and understanding his brotherâs intent, Loâak smirked and looked down to meet your eyes where you continued to suck him off, âYouâre in for a treat, sweet thing.â
Neteyamâs firm hands gripped your hips to lower you slightly towards him. You could feel his breaths puffing gently against your pussy, which you knew was slick with your arousal. The rasp of his tongue against your folds and up to your clit was like a bolt of lightning to your core and you jumped, choking on Loâakâs cock when your body failed to co-ordinate your inhale of air with the bob of your head.
The assault that Neteyam began on your core was rapturous. He alternated between broad licks and swipes of his tongue and nose, and intent suckling on your clit. Loâak had withdrawn himself from your mouth, settling for stroking himself instead while he enjoyed the view of you squirming over his brotherâs face. Leaning forward to place your hands on the ground, you rocked your hips, smoothing your core over Neteyamâs face. Breathy whimpers were coming from you as you neared your climax, but just as it was within your reach, his grip on your hips shifted and he lifted you upward from him to sit up.
âW-Wait no!â You squealed as your bottom plopped onto the ground beneath you, âWhyâd you stop?!â
âShh sorry, paskalin.â Neteyam soothed, cleaning his face off on the back of his wrist and swooping in to kiss you, âWeâll take care of you later, promise. Weâre just building you up first. Itâll be worth it. Trust us, yeah?â
Chortling at the wounded expression of disappointment on your face, Neteyam got to his feet before reaching down to pull you up to your own. Your legs were unsteady, but it didnât matter as he bent to scoop you into his arms next and carried you onto the large bed. Loâak had momentarily disappeared from view, but when he reappeared with three colourful implements in hand, you understood the reason for his disappearance. The sex toys.
You felt like you were burning up as you lay on the soft bedding. The heat was like molten pleasure through your veins. The tips of your nipples tingled and your pussy ached to be touched again. Loâak returned to join you on the bed and he handed the toys to Neteyam.
Coaxing you to sit up, Loâak moved to sit behind you with his legs spread so you could lean back against him. Pressing a kiss to the side of your face, Loâak whispered, âHow about we give my brother a bit of a show, hmm? He likes to watch. It really gets him going for later.â
You looked at Neteyam, who had perched himself at the end of the bed facing you both. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, almost as if heâd heard what Loâak had whispered to you and thoroughly agreed with the idea. You felt Loâakâs hands snake under your knees and he proceeded to then hitch them up towards your torso, leaving you splayed wide in exhibition before Neteyam who merely smirked.
Neteyam crawled closer, a couple of toys in hand. You recognised the blue one from before, but there was another strange gold coloured implement you didnât recognise. You frowned at it warily and your body stiffened as you tried to sit more upright, âWhat does that do?â
âItâs a suction toy. It goes over your clit.â Neteyam explained while Loâak soothed your nerves with some gentle hushing. Stroking a hand over one of your parted thighs, Neteyam reassured you, âIf youâre not enjoying it, let me know and we can stop, OK?â
Relaxing back into the position Loâak had put you in against him, you nodded in consent. At this moment, you really just wanted to be touched again.
As if hearing your thoughts, Loâakâs hands shifted to your breasts, caressing the soft flesh and toying with your nipples again. Your back arched into his hands and he chuckled by your ear. You felt Neteyam place the gold toy carefully between your legs, adjusting it so he nestled neatly against your tingling clit.
With a few clicks, the toy whirred to life and your eyes flew open wide at the new sensation. It was like a pleasant and rhythmic series of tapping against you, and as Neteyam increased the intensity of it, the taps got faster and faster until it all melded into an incredible humming sensation with a delightful suction to it.
âO-Ohhh,âYou sighed, your eyes sliding shut as you concentrated on the pulsing pleasure. The pleasure settled into a delightful tempo of rhythmic contractions that made your thighs quiver in Loâakâs hold. It was nothing like youâd ever experienced. Youâd pleasured yourself and been pleasured by men before, but this was something elseâŚ
âThatâs it, paskalin, just lean into it. Feel for the rhythm of it.â Neteyam coaxed, watching keenly as the muscles in your pussy began to visibly throb and squeeze. His next words were a profane curse as he palmed his straining erection with his free hand. He badly wanted to have your pussy throbbing and squeezing around his cock like that⌠not yet, but soonâŚ
Loâak was watching through the mirrorâs reflection, thoroughly enjoying the view of you whilst also relishing the way you were writhing against him with mewls and sighs. His gaze lifted to lock with his older brotherâs and he grinned when you your moans began to intensify, âLetâs see what we can make of her, bro.â
Thoroughly absorbed by the building waves of ecstasy that wracked your core, you didnât even register that Loâak had said anything. The bliss was unreal. You felt the smooth blunt tip of something prod at your entrance and you cracked open a lid to see Neteyam running the blue vibrator through your folds. He was watching you carefully for any sign of objection and when you didnât give him any, he breached you slowly but surely with it.
A hoarse groan tore from your throat at the satisfying addition that filled your pussy. The pulsing and clenching between your legs intensified and just when you thought things couldnât feel any better, Neteyam switched the vibrator on and it began to hum inside you too. Your jaw was slack and you could feel your face was contorted into a grimace of pleasure.
Neteyam began to pump the vibrator in and out in a mimicry of thrusting, and your hands flew to clutch at Loâakâs thighs beside you. You were only half-aware of yourself, your body suspended in what felt like a never-ending loop of thrumming ecstasy that was speeding you towards an inevitable orgasm that would tear you apart. Something else was building too amid the throbbing of your core. There was a pressure increasing behind your pelvis with each terribly torturous thrust of the vibrator within you.
The throaty sounds you were emitting now were making it very challenging for the two brothers, whose own lust had skyrocketed in the last while as theyâd watched you. Both hands occupied with pleasuring you, Neteyam was caught in a cruel contradiction between wanting to see you through and also wanting to touch himself to ease some of the pressure. Meanwhile, Loâak was canting his hips against your lower back to find whatever friction he could.
You were so close, teetering on the precipice of blessed oblivion, but you needed moreâŚ
You squirmed, trying to shift in Loâakâs hold where he had a firm grip on you behind your knees, straining to reach your climax. Your speech was a stutter, your panting breaths punctuated with by whimpers, âP-Please, I want to- I need-â
âWhat do you need, paskalin?â Neteyam asked, swallowing the saliva that was rapidly pooling in his cheeks at the shameless sight of you, almost completely undone under what his hands were doing to you.
âPlease, one of you, just fuck me already!â
There was an immediate halt in the unforgiving pleasure that had assailed you as Neteyam haphazardly flung the toys aside, crawling on all fours to reach you. However, Loâak was faster.
The younger brother had shifted you to lie on your side while he stretched out alongside you with your back against his front. Heâd hoisted one of your legs upward bent at the knee to splay you, his hard cock poised to enter you.
Hisses and growls filled the air suddenly, startling you somewhat out of your lust-filled haze. You peered through foggy eyes to see Neteyam knelt on your right, his nose wrinkled and teeth on display in an aggressive snarl at his brother, who you could hear hissing in return by your ear.
Loâak let out a glacial laugh, âDonât be like this, bro. Weâve been through this before.â
Neteyamâs response was a harsh growl and his ears were pinned flat to his skull.
Not wanting any animosity between the two brothers, you attempted to mollify them, âHey, donât fight, whatâs wrong-â
An unimpressed scoff sounded from Loâak and he tightened his hold around you, âI know my brother, sweet thing. He wonât let me have you once heâs gotten his hands on you. See, youâre not the only one here who doesnât like to share.â
Neteyam scowled but he didnât disprove his brotherâs assessment. With a resigned growl like thunder in his chest, he appeared to acquiesce so long as Loâak abided by one demand, âFine, but donât cum inside her. Sheâs mine.â
You saw a gleam of possession in Neteyamâs eyes and heard the covetousness in his voice. It was such outlandish behaviour from him, considering you were so accustomed to his usually placid demeanour, but his jealousy was thrilling to you. He lowered himself onto his side in front of you, propping his head up on one elbow to watch.
A shudder rippled through you when you felt Loâak glide his cock against your slippery entrance. You felt him reach between you to position himself and he penetrated you with a sharp thrust. Your cry of pleasure was a croaky moan that sounded in time with Loâakâs guttural groan of satisfaction as your walls clenched tight around his length. Your pussy fluttered around the width of him and you revelled in the delightful stretch of the feeling. Definitely bigger than the blue vibrator that had been there beforeâŚ
Loâak set a punishing pace of thrusts and your breaths punched out of you with each one as his hips collided with yours. Through half-lidded eyes, you noted that Neteyam was surveying the pair of you with a rather tetchy countenance. Reaching out to him with the hand you werenât lying on, you caressed his cheek, beckoning him to kiss you. You were enjoying being railed by Loâak, but you still wanted Neteyam too.
Neteyam indulged you and you moaned into his mouth while his tongue and lips swept against yours. The pressure at your core was mounting rapidly again and Loâakâs uninhibited moans, as he took his pleasure from your body, only served to spur your pleasure onward.
Through the moist melding of your lips with Neteyamâs, you took his wrist and purred a request to him, âTouch me, Neteyam.â
His fingers found the swollen nub at the apex of your thighs and he began to press and circle it in an insistent rub. Your head flopped back against Loâak while you whined in bliss at the addition of Neteyamâs actions.
The nagging pressure in your pelvis returned along with the burn and pulse of your pussy. You could see your anticipated ecstasy within reach, but the pressure behind your pubic bone was increasing with each of Loâakâs hard thrusts. It felt like an urgent and insistent need to relieve yourself all of a sudden, and it alarmed youâŚ
Eyes flying wide, you tried to shift in Loâakâs hold to stop him, ââW-Wait, I need to-â
Neteyam silenced you with a kiss and he hushed you softly, âLet go, paskalin. I know it feels strange, but just go with it.â
Frantic and feeling completely out of control as your orgasm loomed, you spluttered, âIt feels like Iâm going to wet myself!â
You saw Neteyamâs eyes flick to his brother behind you and they must have shared a meaningful look, for instead of slowing down or being gentler, Loâak added a swivel to the trajectory of his hips and Neteyamâs fingers persisted in their massage against your clit.
âLet go, trust me.â Neteyam breathed over you, âCome on, Neyomi.â
You didnât know if it was the way heâd purred your given name, or if it was just a coincidence of timing and you couldnât bear it any longer, but you succumbed to the tidal wave of pleasure and allowed it to consume you. A piercing scream ripped from you upon the initial wave. Your entire body went rigid and your pussy contracted intensely, pushing several spurts of fluid from between your legs. You were only dimly aware of the wetness you were emitting as you enjoyed the fleeting weightlessness of your powerful climax.
âAh, fuck!â Loâak pulled free of you with a guttural shout to spill outside of you and over your taut belly and hips as your orgasm has triggered his own.
His breathing was ragged now whilst he came down from his own high and with a wary glance at Neteyam, he leaned over to steal a sloppy kiss from your parted lips, which you returned with a soft moan. He rolled away then onto his back, knowing that his brother would want his time with you now.
The keenness of your senses were slowly returning to you as you recovered from the explosive sensations youâd just experienced. All too aware now of the dampness on the bedspread beneath you, your hands flew to your face in embarrassment. What the fuck happened?... It had felt so amazing, but youâd wet yourself at the end of itâŚ
âGreat Mother, Iâm sorry. Iâve made a mess.â You murmured through your fingers and you scooted up the bed into a sitting position, looking mortified at the drenched patches on the bedding.
Neteyamâs husky laugh was an unexpected reaction and your round eyes regarded him in bewilderment. Even Loâak was chuckling away where he lay relaxing with an arm thrown over his eyes.
Neteyam pulled gently at your hands, âLook at me. You havenât wet yourself, alright?â
âI donât understand.â
âWhat you just experienced was a squirt. It doesnât happen all the time, but it can happen with intense orgasms from rigorous stimulation.â Neteyam explained mildly, before he graced you with a devious smirk, âIt was extremely arousing to witness, paskalin.â
The deepening growl of his tone set shivers tingling down your spine again and your eyes dropped to the still prominent erection in his lap. Thatâs right, you asked to be fucked by two brothers tonight⌠one down, one more to go⌠and this was the one your blood seemed to sing for; that your heart leapt for whenever you saw himâŚ
You knew your skin was already flushed from the earlier activities, but you felt renewed heat tinge your cheeks as Neteyam pushed onto his knees to shuffle closer to you again. Sitting before his kneeling form, you were just at the right height to take hold of his cock. Stroking it gingerly, you placed a shy kiss on its tip and lifted your eyes to meet Neteyamâs as he stared down at you. Great Mother, you felt your pussy squeeze again at the expression he wore, which was masculine possessiveness in the best kind of wayâŚ
âDonât get shy on me now. Iâm not done with you yet.â He hissed, grimacing as you began the luscious suck and bob of your head over his swollen length, âThat all you got for me? You were choking on my brotherâs cock earlier.â
Lifting your gaze to his again at his goading, you perceived a familiar warmth swirling behind the covetousness in his eyes, and something warm unfurled in your chest. Neteyamâs words had been taunting, but you could see he was just teasing you. You doubled down on your effort anyway, savouring the titillating feeling of his throbbing cock in your mouth while he groaned openly.
An unexpected click and rumbling buzz caught you unawares and you stilled. You felt the bed sink a little behind you and you realised that Loâak had moved to place something next to you on the bed. Drawing your lips up and off Neteyamâs length, you picked up the purple wand toy youâd seen in the chest before. It rumbled temptingly in your grip and you instinctively look at Neteyam for instruction.
âOn your hands and knees, but keep facing me.â He directed, âMy brother can help with this toy.â
Once again, you did as you were instructed and you redirected your attention to Neteyamâs hard flesh, returning it to the moist confines of your mouth. Youâd always enjoyed giving blowjobs. Men were beautiful creatures, especially the one before you now, with all his formidable strength and taut muscle. Youâd always found giving them pleasure a turn-on.
You jumped when the rumbling vibrations of the wand toy skimmed up the inside of one of your thighs, drifting dangerously close to your core before it was moved away. It repeated a similar path up the inside of your other thigh before trailing downward yet again. The vibrating tip of it began its ascent again and this time you canted your hips towards it, earning a dark chuckle from Loâak who was clearly enjoying teasing you.
Deciding not to be cruel, Loâak pressed the bulbous head of the wand against your core and began to stroke it back and forth over you. Your throaty groan of pleasure was muffled and Neteyam thought to himself how alluring you looked with your eyes rolling back while your mouth was full of him. It was an image straight out of his erotic fantasies of youâŚ
Rocking to and fro as you sucked, the delicious rumbles of the wand were deep against your sensitive flesh and your clit was throbbing under the onslaught. You could taste Neteyamâs pre-cum on your tongue and his hands had framed your face, stroking your hollowed cheeks while he slurred pledges to you of how beautiful you looked.
Loâak was afford an unimpeded view of your rear and your pussy, your tail curled up and away in an erotic display. He could tell from the twitching throb and clench of your muscles that your second orgasm was not far away. âSheâs close, bro.â
You whimpered as Neteyam extracted himself from your mouth at his brotherâs report and he bent to whisper in your ear, âIâm going to fuck you now, paskalin. Do you want me to take you from behind or do you want me to face you?â
âI want to kiss you.â Your response was not quite a direct answer to his question, but it was telling enough for Neteyam to make his decision. Grasping you under your underarms, he hauled you upright onto your knees before he toppled you onto your back against the plush cushions.
Pinning you under the delightful heaviness of his muscular physique, you parted your thighs to cradle his slim hips as he positioned himself where he needed to be.
Neteyamâs handsome face was wicked and he paused to purr a filthy promise to you, âYouâre going to remember me like this. Every day at work and every night in your dreams, youâre going to remember the feel of my cock inside you as I fuck you.â
Oh Eywa your work days⌠It was going to be a test of your composure not to let your very unprofessional behaviour not colour your professional conduct with himâŚ
Like with his brother before, the burning stretch to fullness of him as Neteyam pushed inside you was incredibly satisfying, but it was more intimate face-to-face like this. You could watch his every expression like this as he began to thrust; his eyelids were heavy; his lips were parted, and a variation of higher-pitched whimpers and low groans were falling from him.
For Neteyam, your wet heat clutching at his cock was a staggering sensation. He felt his length throb in gratification as your pussy squeezed around him. After watching his brother fuck you and then having to wait his own turn, his own orgasm was racing towards him at a much quicker pace than he anticipated. He wanted to wring another climax from you first thoughâŚ
Remembering that youâd expressed a desire to kiss him, Neteyam lowered himself onto his elbows so your front was flush with his and only his hips were canting back and forth. Nuzzling your cheek tenderly, he sealed his mouth over yours in a fervent kiss that stole your breath from you.
The hardness of his pubic bone rocked over your clit with each of his thrusts in this position, and each press of his body against yours brought you one step closer to ecstasy. These âstepsâ werenât a slow stroll either, they were more like a hurtling sprint. The familiar pressure within your pelvis started up again, but this time it didnât alarm you. Every piston of Neteyamâs hips was hitting a pleasurable spot inside you that acted like a pump, building the pressure and winding it tighter and tighter.
Neteyam distractedly wondered to himself how Loâak had held out for as long as he did when heâd fucked you. Your core was a slippery vise around him, every thrust working his swollen cock from root to tip. His head was buried by the side of your face now as he groaned and panted. Your own cries were getting louder now, to his relief. He didnât know how much longer heâd lastâŚ
âFuck, paskalin, youâre driving me insane. Iâm so close.â He grunted.
âSame. Keep going.â You kissed him again.
When the surge of ecstasy washed over you a second time, you relinquished your control and the pressure in your pelvis snapped with another orgasmic squirt. With your thighs cradling Neteyamâs hips and your arms raking his back, you felt him stiffen with his own climax, his thrusting becoming erratic as he roared his pleasure into the cushion under your head. A viscous heat seeped out from your core where you were still joined, a sensation that had been absent before with Loâak, which you now recognised was the evidence of Neteyamâs orgasm.
Adjusting himself so he wouldnât crush you under his weight, Neteyam rolled onto his side. He tittered naughtily then and his grin was smug, âI told you Iâd make you come. Welcome to the love shack.â
Recalling your foot-in-mouth innuendo from the previous night, you rolled your eyes and giggled, âGreat Mother, who wouldâve guessed that underneath the well-mannered gentleman that youâre such a wild beast.â
Warm skin enveloped your other side as Loâak shifted closer to join you, throwing a leg over one of yours and tangling you to him. He murmured by your temple when he placed a kiss there, âThink youâll swing by again, sweet thing?â
Tilting your head back and craning your neck upward, you gave Loâak a deep kiss before turning to do the same to Neteyam, âOnly if I can have you both to myself again.â
Loâak smirked, bending to kiss and nip at a gradually peaking nipple while Neteyam ran a hot hand down your torso to slip his fingers through your folds, slick with a combination of your own wetness and his seed. You could feel their cocks hardening again where they were pressed to either side of your hips.
By Eywa, stamina as well as skill? No wonder the women kept returningâŚ
Neteyam eyed you and his response was a salacious murmur, âI believe that can be arranged, paskalin.â
PART III - Blurring Lines HERE
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Saccharine | Modern!Anakin Skywalker
What do you get when you mix a college Halloween party with beer and a pretty girl wearing a pirate costume?
A jealous Anakin Skywalker.
rating: explicit | pairing: anakin skywalker x afab!reader | wc:Â 5.3k | read on ao3 warnings:Â fluff, friends to lovers, drinking, jealousy/possessiveness, SMUT [fingering, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v, come eating/swallowing, mild degradation, like a really brief moment of lactation kink(???)]
the lovely @queenie-official asked for someone to write anakin and reader at a halloween party and anakin gets jealous. i have no idea where 5.3k words came from but y'all i love this one!
and i dedicate this to @hanasnx because we were talking about how we would suck anakin's dick every day if we could.
Hereâs the thing about Halloween partiesâ or rather, Halloween and parties.
Anakin hates both of them. Halloween is a stupid holiday where girls wear short skirts, low-cut tank tops, and a pair of generic animal ears and call it a âcostumeâ. Then they complain about being cold and ask for your jacket. Itâs fucking October in New York, what do they expect?Â
As for parties, Anakin has never liked them. Heâs not a particularly social person. Hell, heâs not even that pleasant of a person but he somehow wound up with you as his best friend in college. Heâs the grumpy to your sunshine. Heâs a pessimist, youâre an optimist. He drinks black coffee, you like it full of syrupy caramel. He hates everything you like and you donât understand any of the things he finds fascinating.
The logistics of your friendship is complicated. You donât know why Anakin is the easiest person for you to talk to even though you have just about nothing in common. You donât know why Anakin chooses to spend all of his time with you, even though there are other girls in his engineering classes who would kill to talk to him about their shared major.Â
You donât know why he holds your hand when you walk through Central Park while telling you about his hookups. (You wish he wouldnât talk about other girls with you but you just like the sound of his voice so you do your best at drowning out the meaning of the words).Â
If only he knew how miserable it makes you feel to hear about his dating life. If only you knew how difficult it is for you to do the same because every single guy is lack-luster compared to Anakin.   Â
âI hate parties,â Anakin states. Heâs tossing a baseballâ the foul ball he caught for you at a Yankees gameâ in the air to keep his hands busy.
âYeah, but you love me,â you reply while taking a cream flowy blouse out of your closet.Â
âNot if you make me go to this stupid Halloween party with you.âÂ
You roll your eyes and rest your shirt hanger on one of the knobs on your dresser. You catch the baseball midair and flop beside Anakin on your bed. He props up on an elbow and you just want to soothe the crease between his eyebrows. âPleaaaase, Ani?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âOh, câmon! Whenâs the last time you did something for me?âÂ
âLook around, sweetheart,â Anakin gestures his arm out lazily. âI helped you move into this place.âÂ
You huff. âOkay, fine. But you offered. And if I recall correctly, I supplied you with all of the coffee and bagels your heart desired.âÂ
âThereâs only one thing my heart desires.â A lopsided grin forms on Anakinâs lips as his fingers brush against your elbow. Itâs a barely there type of touch, one you might not even notice if it werenât for the sparks you feel every time you and Anakin make contact.Â
You fail to mask the sharp intake of air that passes through your teeth. âWh-whatâs that?âÂ
Anakin runs his tongue over his bottom lip and you think maybe, maybe he just might say what you want him to say. Your heart expands with hope as you await his answer with a bated breath. âTo not go to a fucking Halloween party.âÂ
And just like that, your hope deflates. Of course he wasnât being serious. Why does his blatant disinterest in you make tears threaten behind your eyes? Is your affectionate friendship really so common that it doesnât mean anything to him?  Â
You quickly stand up from your bed and distract yourself by finding the skirt you want to wear in your pile of clothes on the floor. You clear your throat and rapidly blink back any tears before they fall down your cheeks. âFine,â you say as you find your skirt. âI donât want you there anyway. Itâs the senior Halloween party and Iâm not going to miss it because of you.â
âFine,â Anakin says back. âGo. I donât care.âÂ
You gather your clothes in your arms and stand at the foot of your bed. âI have to get dressed first.âÂ
âSo?â Anakin is back to throwing the baseball in the air. Oh, you hate him so much sometimes. You swat the ball out of the air so it lands on Anakinâs stomach, making him groan and his legs curl up to his chest. âOw.âÂ
 âSo, get out,â you instruct.Â
âJeez. Alright, alright.â Anakin slowly gets up from your bed, being the overly dramatic douche you had to fall in love with. âWhat, they didnât put enough sugar in your coffee this morning?âÂ
âOut!â you point to your door. Youâre fuming with him. Why does he have to be so fucking difficult? At this point, you donât even want to go to the party but youâll go anywhere to get away from him.Â
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You take a good thirty minutes to get ready for the party. Inspired by a recent rewatch of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, you decided to dress up as a pirate. You didnât have to buy a shirt or skirt, which helped keep the cost down. You did purchase a corset, hat, and knee high boots from a thrift store in Brooklyn. With the crimson scarf youâve had since freshman year wrapped around your waist, youâre set.Â
Anakin waits for you on your aubergine couch in your living room. Why heâs waiting, youâre unsure. Heâs stretched across the entire length of the couch, his long legs hanging over the armrest. Upon hearing your boots scuff across the floor, he quickly locks his phone and stands from the couch.Â
âWhat are you still doing here?â you brush past him and into the kitchen.Â
âI changed my mind,â Anakin replies, following you. You donât notice the way he looks you up and down, soaking in the entire image of you. The scoopy neckline of your shirt, the flounce of your brown skirt, and the tightness of the corset. The only thing heâs disappointed by is the length of your skirt. Itâs not short enough.Â
Still, thereâs no way heâs letting you go to the party alone. Somebody has to pretend to be your protective boyfriend to keep the college douchebags away. âIâm going with you.âÂ
You turn around without realizing how close Anakin is to you. You practically step on his toes. He looms over you and you fear he might actually hear your heart racing with how close he is. You back away, straightening your skirt for no other reason than to not look at Anakin. âAre you, now?âÂ
âYes.â Anakin crosses his arms. âAre you ready?âÂ
âYouâre going like that?â You counter. âIn a zip-up Yankees hoodie?âÂ
âTake it or leave it, sweetheart.âÂ
You hate him. You love him. You hate that you love him because you know he doesnât feel the same way. At least not in a romantic way. You grab a banana off of the counter and march toward the door. âIâd rather leave you here.âÂ
âNot an option.â Anakin closes your door and uses his key to lock it. The act of him using the key you gave him for emergencies makes your insides twist. Itâs on a ring with his own apartment key, as if heâd need yours as frequently as he needs his own.Â
You walk down the hallway with a quick pace and make a point to stomp down the stairs, even if it annoys your neighbors more than Anakin. âYouâre being exceptionally annoying today.âÂ
âThank you,â Anakin accepts the insult as if itâs a compliment. He holds the lobby door open for you and a rush of late October air attacks your skin. You have to hold your hat on your head so it doesnât blow away. You make an effort not to shudder in front of Anakin, knowing how much he hates girls being unprepared for the weather. At least youâre wearing long sleeves. But itâs not not like the fabric was made to keep the Autumn chill out.Â
The party is only a couple of blocks away in Hellâs Kitchen and youâre determined to stay silent all the way there. Youâll just eat your banana and pray Anakin isnât in a rare talking mood.Â
âWhy are you walking so fucking fast? I have longer legs than you and Iâm practically running.âÂ
You ignore him. You just want to go to the party, have a couple of drinks, maybe flirt with some guys you have no intentions of screwing, and then go home. Preferably without the puppy dog currently following you.Â
âSo. Pirate. Interesting choice. You got a thing for Jack Sparrow or something?â Why does he never have anything interesting to say when you actually want to talk to him? Now he canât seem to shut up.Â
Just one more block. Why did he change his mind? Why couldnât he just be content with going back to his apartment and finding someone to hook up with? Youâre sure thatâs what he was doing while you were getting ready. The way he locked his phone and shoved it in his pocket when he heard you come out of your room. Whatever. It doesnât matter. Itâs not like you two are dating or anything. He doesnât have to hide his booty calls from you.Â
âI see what youâre doing,â Anakin jogs in front of you and starts walking backwards. âYouâre ignoring me.âÂ
You give him a look that has âNo shit, Sherlockâ written all over it.Â
âYâknow I donât like being ignored. Iâm too sensitive.âÂ
You have to laugh. âYou? Sensitive?âÂ
âHa!â Anakin points at you. âGotcha.âÂ
âWhatever,â you roll your eyes. âWeâre here, anyway. I know youâre just gonna find a corner and sulk in it so please, just let me have a good time tonight.âÂ
âAlright,â Anakin surrenders. You walk into the brick building together, the heavy bass of the music thrumming through your bones. âBut just one thing.âÂ
You raise your brows, waiting for him to continue. âYou look beautiful tonight.âÂ
Your heart skips a beat and you hate how easily he makes you swoon. How easily your feelings of irritation disappear after one compliment. âJust tonight?âÂ
âAh- what?â Anakin looks at you quizzically. Perhaps he didnât hear you over the booming music and chatter.Â
âNever mind!â you shout. âIâm gonna get a drink. You want a beer?âÂ
âSure,â Anakin shrugs. You nod and skip off without another word. When you donât come back after twenty minutes, Anakin starts to worry. It doesnât matter how many girls have come up to him and batted their lashes at him. It doesnât matter that he has 11 unread messages from several past hookups waiting for him on his phone. What matters is that youâre alone at a college party with booze and guys who get a little too handsy when theyâre drunk.Â
He pushes himself through the crowd, not an ounce of care that heâs severely undressed and out of place. Actually, heâs overdressed. He didnât know the fire marshal could allow so many shirtless âGladiatorsâ in one building. And here he thought only girls used Halloween as an excuse not to wear anything. He bumps into several people on his quest for you.Â
âHey, man! Watch it!âÂ
âYo, dickhead, you made me spill my beer!âÂ
âWhat are you supposed to be? A sad Yankees fan?âÂ
Anakin hardly hears any of it. Actually, everything seems to fall silent when he spots you. Every other body blurs as he focuses on you and your hand on the forearm of some guy dressed as Captain Kirk from Star Trek. At least he has a goddamn shirt on. It doesn't make the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach disappear, though. You know why? Itâs because youâre throwing your head back with laughter. Real, genuine laughter. What is this guy saying to you? And why hasnât Anakin made you laugh like that recently?Â
When the familiar figure of Anakin approaches you, you instantly feel bad. You forgot to bring him his beer! And then you realize that you actually handed it to the guy youâre talking to. Oops?Â
âAni! I never brought you your beer! I am so sorry. I got distracted talking to- oh my God, I donât even know your name!âÂ
âOh, uh, Jeff,â the guy tilts his beer bottle toward you and smiles. You smile back and tell him your name. You also introduce Anakin, but heâs not feeling very friendly right now. Heâs too busy criticizing the way Captain Kirk introduced himself.Â
Oh, uh, Jeff? He had to think about his name? He couldnât just say Jeff?Â
âJeff and I were talking about baseball. Heâs a Mets fan, though,â you fake gag. âI told him about the foul ball you practically saved me from. Whew, my life flashed before my eyes.âÂ
âYeah, they come out of nowhere when youâre not paying attention.âÂ
Anakin hates this guy. He fucking hates him. His fists clench by his side before sidling up next to you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist. You stumble when he pulls you toward him. âShe was paying attention. Are you implying that she wasnât watching the game?âÂ
âAnakin, itâs fine,â you place your hand on Anakinâs chest to calm him. âIâm sure thatâs not what Jeff meant.âÂ
âYeah, man, not at all. Iâve had a couple of close calls myself.âÂ
âI wouldnât be surprised if youâve been hit in the head a couple of times with the way you introduced yourself,â Anakin spits. âWho has to think about their name? âOh, um, I canât remember. I think my name is Jeff,ââ Anakin mocks. Â
âAnakin, stop,â you try pushing away from him. âYouâre being incredibly rude.âÂ
âI donât care,â he replies. He begins ushering you away from Walmart Captain Kirk. âWeâre leaving.âÂ
âSeriously, Anakin,â you manage to slither out of Anakinâs grasp. âStop it.âÂ
âHey, is this guy bothering you?â Jeff puffs out his chest.Â
Anakin steps in front of you and squares himself in front of the guy with no chance with you. âFunny, I was going to ask her the same thing about you.âÂ
âAre you her boyfriend or something?âÂ
âHeâs not-â you begin, standing on your toes to talk over Anakinâs shoulder.Â
âSomething like that,â Anakin answers. Huh?Â
âWhatever,â Jeff scoffs. âThanks for wasting my time.âÂ
âWait, Jeff!â you call. âItâs not like that-âÂ
âLet him go,â Anakin grits. âHeâs not worth it.âÂ
You had almost forgotten about the frustration Anakin made you feel in your apartment. Now itâs all coming to the surface again. Yes, you feel bad for abandoning him and not bringing him his beer but he had no right to ruin your conversation like that. âOh, and you are?â
âWeâre not talking about this here.â Anakin turns and expects you to follow. You have half a mind not to scream at him in the middle of the party but it would be a waste of breath. Heâs already nearing the door. You down the rest of your beer and follow Anakin out of the party and onto the street.Â
It feels drastically colder outside but perhaps itâs all coming from Anakinâs stare. You stuff your hands beneath your arms in an attempt to keep them warm. âWhat the hell, Anakin? What was that all about?âÂ
âNothing.âÂ
âIâm sorry, did you just say ânothingâ? That was not nothing, Anakin. That was⌠that wasâŚâ you search for the word but your toes are starting to freeze. You donât know how frozen toes correlate to not being able to think, but it does. The wind is biting at your legs and your teeth are chattering.Â
âJealousy?â Anakin fills in the blank.Â
âYes! Jealousy! Are you fucking jealous, Anakin?âÂ
âSo what if I am?âÂ
Youâre both shouting unnecessarily but youâre fucking pissed. This cannot be the way you admit your feelings for each other. This isnât how it was supposed to go. Itâs supposed to be romantic. Itâs supposed to happen when youâre strolling through the park and the leaves are falling around you and you kiss and everything falls into place. Itâs not supposed to happen during a screaming match on the sidewalk while youâre dressed like a historically inaccurate pirate.Â
âSo what if I feel like punching every single guy who talks to you? Or even look at you? Hm?â Anakin is backing you into the wall and you have no choice but to retreat. âI am jealous every fucking day. I feel possessive over you and I know I shouldnât. Youâre mine, even though youâre not.â Anakin has caged you in with his arms pressed against the wall above your head. His leg is nudged between yours and if you just lower yourself a tiny bit, you might feel a bit of friction where itâs needed.Â
Anakin drops his head down so his nose brushes against your cheek. Your lips are so close, you can feel the warmth of his breath. âYou never asked me,â you whisper.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou never asked me to be yours,â you unzip Anakinâs sweatshirt and slide your arms into the warmth of his jacket. You press yourself against his chest and you think perhaps everything is falling into place.
âThen Iâm asking you now,â Anakin cradles your face in his hands. He runs his thumbs over your cheekbones and wonders why it took so damn long to finally get to this point. âWill you be mine?âÂ
âI already am.â You pull Anakin down to your lips by the collar of his sweatshirt. He tastes like Altoids and you taste like beer, which isnât necessarily a pleasant combination but it doesnât matter. Anakinâs lips are so plush and soft, everything you dreamed theyâd be but better. They work against yours like itâs the only thing theyâre made for. Heâs groaning against you, slipping his tongue carefully past your lips. Heâs not overzealous with it like some people are. Itâs just perfect. Heâs perfect.Â
The heat in your core continues to grow and spread throughout your body, suddenly warming you up. âAnakin,â you murmur.Â
âHmm?â He replies, but he doesnât stop kissing you. He pays attention to your neckâwhich smells of vanilla and everything niceâ and is nibbling gently but kissing harshly. His hands have found their way to your breasts, massaging you through your bra and you just fucking wish heâd stop for a second because itâs all too distracting.Â
âAnakin, stop,â you breathe out.Â
âWhat? What, are you okay?â Anakin withdraws himself from you completely and you damn near whine at the loss of contact.
âIâm fine, Ani. More than fine.âÂ
Anakin relaxes at your assurance and takes a moment to admire you. Your hat is askew on your head and your shirt is crooked from him cupping with your boobs. He hopes the corset isnât difficult to take offâŚÂ
âAnakin?â you snap your fingers in front of his face.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âWhat are you thinkinâ about, pretty boy?âÂ
âSo many things,â Anakin smirks. Â
âCare to enlighten me at my apartment?âÂ
âWay ahead of you, babe.â Anakin whips out his phone and orders an Uber. Heâs not walking five blocks back to your apartment with a hard-on.Â
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You have no clue how either of you manage to keep your hands to yourself in the Uber, but you do. You hardly make it through your door before Anakinâs lips are back on yours with a heavy desperation. He throws your hat off, letting it land who knows where. His hand is on the back of your neck and youâre doing a clumsy dance around your living room. Youâre tugging at the roots of his wavy hair, which heâs been growing out since last semester.Â
You and Anakin are a mess of hands as youâre both trying to get the otherâs clothes off with your mouths still attached to each other. Heâs fumbling with the laces of your corset and you wonder how long it will take him to realize thereâs a zipper in the back.Â
You shrug off his sweatshirt, leaving him in a basic white tee. Anakin reluctantly breaks away from you when he accepts heâs getting nowhere with your corset. âThis thing is fucking impossible,â he groans.Â
You giggle as you draw the zipper down your back and remove the black corset from your body. You let it drop to the floor as you drape your arms around Anakinâs neck. âYou were saying?âÂ
âI hate you,â Anakin says with a smile.Â
âYou love me.âÂ
âSo much,â he replies, lips trailing down your neck once again. âI love you so much it consumes me. Iâve tried to fill this void inside of me with other women but itâs never enough. Itâs not enough because theyâre not you.â
Youâre smiling so widely your cheeks hurt. You consume him. He loves you. Youâve never been happier. âI love you too, Anakin. You have no idea.â
âI have some idea,â he smiles. He grabs a fistful of your skirt and slips his hands beneath the hem to find your panties. âAre you going to let me take care of you tonight?âÂ
âAnything,â you nod, giving him the permission to remove your panties. You take off your boots and blouse and while itâs by no means a show, Anakin is enjoying every second of it.Â
âIâll let you do anything, Anakin.â You unclip your bra so all that youâre left in is your skirt. Anakin is still wearing a shirt and jeans, which is only mildly infuriating since his golden tan skin looks so radiant against the bright white of his shirt.Â
As Anakin admires you, he canât possibly be filled with any more lust than he is right now. Three years of pining after you is surging through his veins and his cock is insanely hard. Heâs imagined this so many times. Would he fuck you slowly? Or maybe youâd rather have it fast and hard. Do you like to be called sweet things? Would you be his good girl? Or would you rather be his little slut?Â
Heâs overwhelmed with the incessant need to taste your cunt. âGet on the couch,â he instructs. âTake your skirt off, too. I want to see all of you.âÂ
You nod and once youâve stepped out of the fabric, you situate yourself on your couch. Anakin kneels down in front of you and resists the urge to spread your legs open so he can see your pussy. âYou have to take something off, too,â you say sweetly. Â
Anakin swiftly tears his shirt over his head and you knew he was fit, but you just didnât realize how fit. âOh my God,â you practically drool.Â
âYeah?â Anakin smirks whilst hooking his arms beneath your thighs, pulling your ass to the edge of the couch. His cock strains against his jeans even more now that he can see your glistening pussy. âYou like what you see, sweetheart?âÂ
You shrug. âMm, yeah. Itâs alright, I guess.âÂ
âYouâre a little brat,â Anakin says before kissing up your thigh. The feather-light touch of his warm lips makes you wiggle. Your hand rests atop of Anakinâs head, fingers massaging his scalp in an effort to keep him traveling up to your core. âYouâre lucky I canât resist a pretty pussy like yours.âÂ
âIs it the prettiest?âÂ
Anakin lays a kiss on the inside of your other thigh. His nose brushes against your clit as he places a chaste kiss over your folds while running two fingers down your slit. âNo doubt about it, babe,â Anakin praises. Fuck, you smell divine. He wants to spend all day between your thighs. âThe absolute prettiest. Bet you taste the sweetest, too.â
With that, Anakin dips a finger inside of you, making you gasp. âFuck, sweetheart,â Anakin sucks in a breath. He lays his head on your thigh to watch his finger disappear inside of you and then reappear glistening with your juices. âHow can you be this wet already? Iâve barely gotten started.âÂ
You roll your head along the couch cushions, impossibly worked up and craving more than just one of Anakinâs fingers. âThen show me what youâre made of, Skywalker.âÂ
Oh, that sends a jolt straight through Anakinâs cock. He wastes no more time teasing you and slips another finger into your hole while attaching his lips to your clit. He flicks the tip of his tongue over your bundle of nerves, two long fingers are curling against your walls, and Anakin canât get enough. Pussy just tastes better when you love the person youâre eating out. Itâs pure saccharine to him. He needs it pumped into his blood to survive.Â
Anakin finesses his cock out of his pants and strokes himself several times to alleviate the terrible pain that has come over him. Your strangled cries of pleasure and hand on his head pushing him further into your cunt encourages Anakin to add a third finger. âAnakin! Fuck!âÂ
âYou like that, baby?â Anakin is breathless, lips coated with your nectar. âYou like being stretched by my fingers?âÂ
âMm,â you hum, fisting his hair, âyes.âÂ
âBet you do.â Anakin bites the inside of your thigh and pumps his three digits agonizingly slowly so he can really admire the stretch. Itâs a toe curling sensation and a bit foreign more than anything. You had no idea fingers could feel so good. Maybe itâs just Anakinâs. He places the pad of his thumb on your clit, applying even pressured circles and yeah, itâs totally just Anakin who makes you feel this good. âGood little whores love to be stretched out.âÂ
âOh my God!â you exclaim, pussy clenching at Anakin calling you a whore. Your bodily response doesnât go unnoticed by Anakin. No, heâs storing all of this in his memory, creating a file of all the things that make you go wild. âFuck me, Anakin. Please.âÂ
âCurrently doing that with fingers, sweetheart.â He pumps his fingers faster but rolls over your nub with a more delicate touch. By now youâre squirming off of the couch, heels digging into the cushion and all you can do is chant Anakinâs name. Youâre caught in a dichotomy of wanting to cum while also wanting Anakinâs cock. âCâmon, angel, let it go. I want you to cum on my fingers before you take my cock.âÂ
âBut I- hnghâŚâ your words are mangled as itâs no longer an option to stave off your orgasm. Your clit is overly sensitive and the tightness in your tummy begins to unravel as your walls pulse around Anakinâs three fingers. âMmâ oh, fuck! Ani-â
âThatâs it, baby,â Anakin coos. âFuck, youâre so beautiful when you cum.â He draws his fingers from you one by one, each time making you cry from emptiness. Anakin sits beside you on the couch, bringing his fingers soaked in your goodness up to your mouth. You open obediently, only taking in two of them. Your tangy sweetness coats your tongue and youâre looking straight into Anakinâs ocean eyes. The way heâs looking at you makes you feel seasick.Â
When Anakin takes his fingers out of your mouth, you maneuver yourself on top of Anakin. The rough denim of his jeans creates a rough contrast to the silky tip of his cock poking your thigh. He manages to get his jeans down his legs and around his ankles. Kicking his feet out of them impatiently, his large hands find a home on your breasts while you grab the base of him and position him under your cunt. Heâs kneading your mounds gently, rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. You slot your lips between his as you lower yourself onto his lap.Â
âF-fuck, Ani,â you rest your forehead on Anakinâs as your breathing becomes one. He runs his hands down your tummy, landing on your waist and gives you an encouraging squeeze. âSo big, so full,â you murmur. Anakin guides your hips forward and backward, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. Heâs sucking down hard, no other thought other than claiming you as his.
Itâs fucking magnificent having his cock nestled deep inside of you while youâre moaning in his ear, and soft hands roaming his upper body. His hands drop down to your ass, grabbing a handful of your peachy cheeks. You start bouncing on his cock, each time you drop down you feel like heâs in your stomach. âCuntâs so fuckinâ greedy,â Anakin groans. âYou just canât get enough of my cock, can you?âÂ
âMmh, nuh uh,â you babble mindlessly. Your legs are starting to ache but the pain goes in tandem with the pleasure. Anakin presses your chest to his with his arms around your back. You kiss along his jaw lazily, feeling your energy deplete with each landing on Anakinâs thick length. âNeed you toâŚmmm-âÂ
âSay no more.â Anakin flips you over seamlessly with his cock still anchored inside of you. He hikes your leg over his shoulder and he drills into you at a delicious new angle. His fingers fall to your clit and it sends you soaring. âFuck,â Anakin breathes. âI canât believe youâve been keeping this tight cunt from me for three years.âÂ
âY-yours now,â you have some brain cells left to respond. Heâs fucking you hard, tits bouncing with each thrust and Anakin just has to have one in his mouth. While he encloses his lips over one of your nipples, he cups your other breast in his hand. He flicks his tongue across your bud and suckles, as if thereâs something in there to nourish him.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you chant. Itâs all getting to be too much. The bulge you feel in your belly, the pressure on your clit, Anakinâs warm mouth on your breast. How is he so good at doing so many things? âAni, Iâm close.âÂ
âI feel it, angel,â Anakin drags his lips across your chest and up your neck until he reaches his final destination. With his lips slotted between yours once more, the roll of his hips is languid and methodical. Heâs bringing you along gradually, until your second orgasm washes over you and your limbs are convulsing. You moan into Anakinâs mouth and he swallows it happily. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum. Where do you want it?âÂ
âMouth!â you manage to say. Anakin loses every single semblance of control he had when you utter that one word. He pulls out of you just as he begins to cum, hot ropes landing on your chest before heâs propped his foot by your head and shoves his cock between your lips.Â
Your warm mouth welcomes him greedily as his seed coats your tongue. âShit,â Anakin grumbles. âSuch a little cum slut.âÂ
You nod submissively, wrapping your hands around the rest of his length, all slippery from your juices. You look so fucking sexy with his dick in your mouth, he canât even think straight. You on the other hand, you could suck his cock all damn day. You donât even have to think while youâre doing it, youâll just let your hands, mouth, and tongue do whatever they want. It isnât until you feel his dick start to soften do you realize heâs finished releasing his load.Â
Anakin breathlessly slumps down on the other side of your couch. You scoop up his cum from your chest and bring it to your mouth. âDonât. Donât fucking do that,â Anakin says rather firmly.Â
âWhy not?â you blink innocently.Â
âYou know exactly why.âÂ
You donât reply. Instead, you crawl over to him, pulling the blanket thatâs draped over the back of your couch and lay on top of Anakinâs chest. He lets you get comfortable as youâre sandwiched between his body and the back cushions of your couch. Once youâve settled, his strong arm holds you against him protectively. He kisses the top of your head gently and mumbles something you canât understand.Â
Neither of you say anything the rest of the night. Anakin isnât a man of many words, anyway. But when he has something to say, heâll make sure he gets his point across. The point he made tonight was very clear.Â
He loves you.
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Peace
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Word Count: 3.4k
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Summary: Y/n's dog tackles a handsome stranger in Central Park. As her and the stranger spend the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other, they part too soon and without even telling each other their names. The solution appears quickly in the form of a handsome, lanky man appearing at her apartment the next morning.
Warnings: fluff!!!! pretty much it i think
A/N: I accidentally posted this on my primary that I don't use a few days ago so I decided to just reupload it here. Thought ya'll deserved a cute one. <3 Enjoy!!!
THE GOLDEN LEAVES RUSTLED along the cracked sidewalk, towering mixtures of trees loomed overhead, their branches reaching for each other, the Creation of Adam painting itself in the nature around her. Her charcoal boots thudded lightly, the sound overtaken by the rush of bicycles and the flutter of passing conversations as she strolled through Central Park. The leash in her hand was rough against her soft palms. The dog at her side trotted happily, smiling at the strangers rushing past.Â
As a native to New York, the city specifically, she made a habit of spending most of the daylight she could spare exploring the park. A habit that proved almost impossible to break because no matter how many times her feet walked the same sidewalk, her eyes took in the same leaves in all seasons - lush green in the spring and summer, amber and fiery red in the autumn, and withered and crunchy spread across the sidewalks and grass in the winter - there was no where else she could truly feel peace.Â
Peace has been a complicated thing to find her entire life. As soon as she felt it in her grasp, it became sand slipping through the cracks between her fingers before she could even close her fist in an attempt to capture as much as she could. But, that sand turned into the soft wool of her favorite coat as she pulled it tighter around her in an attempt to warm herself. Peace became tangible the moment she threw her coat on, strapped on her pupâs harness, and made her way to her safe place.
She was snapped out her thoughts by a sudden yank on her arm, the soft grip on the leash in her hand gave way before she could consider tightening her hand. Her gaze snapped to her now sprinting pup, heading in the direction of a red maple tree just a few yards to the right of the trail they had been walking. She didnât allow herself time for confusion on why her normally calm and behaved pup had randomly chosen to run off.Â
Her lungs burned as cold air pressed into her lungs as she ran in the same direction. Her confusion only grew when she neared the maple to see her dog bouncing onto a man sitting against the trunk of the tree, a thick blanket underneath him and the book in his hands flung into the grass. âOh my god, Iâm so sorry!â She called, slowing her speed as she reached the poor man who was just tackled by her dog. âHeâs never done that before.âÂ
âItâs okay,â he chuckled, his hands gliding along his fur, accepting the sloppy kisses attacking his face. âI love dogs.â
She grabbed his book from the dewy grass and laid it on the blanket next to him. âIâm so sorry about your book, it got kind of wet. Iâll give you the money for it,â she apologized, reaching into the pack strapped across her chest to rummage for any loose cash.Â
âDonât worry about it, my books are definitely worse for wear normally.â His smile was bright, contagious. A smile crept up on her face, the corners of her lips tugging insistently upward as her hands abandoned her pack.Â
âAre you sure? I can totally pay you for it. My dog is the reason it got wet.â
âIâm sure. Donât worry about it.â
The cover of the book she had laid on his blanket was in fact worse for wear. It was curled up at the edges as if this wasnât the first time it had gotten wet. The spine was so cracked the book almost splayed open just laying on the blanket, the wind a gentle hand trying to pull it fully open.Â
âIâm glad someone elseâs copy of The Fisher King looks similar to mine.â She smiled, her eyes lingering on the blemished book then to his face. Her dog had finally calmed down, splayed next to the stranger with his belly up. He ran slender fingers up and down her pupâs belly.Â
The first thing that caught her eye was his eyes. There was a flaming halo of amber, with a dirty, leather brown inside. His eyes reminded him of an old leather book - worn with love, pen marks torn through the pages with passion. The sweater vest he was wearing and the circular glasses that sat upon the bridge of his nose established her thought - he just looked like he belonged in a library, reaching for outdated texts, sitting in a poorly lit corner, stacks of books hiding his bowed head from view as he endlessly read books upon books for hours.Â
His eyes had widened at her statement about his book. âYouâve read The Fisher King?âÂ
She laughed lightly, âDo I not seem like the studious type?âÂ
âIâm just surprised, thatâs all.â He smiled up at her from his spot on the blanket. âIâm not sure Iâve ever met anyone who had even heard of it before.â
âGood thing Iâm not just anyone.â
He nodded lightly at this, the corner of his lips tugging up so far she thought his jaw might start to hurt.Â
âI personally like Shadowlands better,â she teased. It wasnât a lie, however. She had always been a sucker for romances - it certainly raised her standards unrealistically, but itâs not her fault fictional men are so much better than real ones. âAnd you can never go wrong with Les MisĂŠrables but it feels clichĂŠ to say thatâs my favorite.âÂ
His smile reached his dancing eyes. His fingers still rubbed at her dogs belly almost subconsciously. âYouâve got good taste in books,â he says finally.Â
âI guess I could say the same for you. Mind if I sit? Since my dog seems insistent on staying here the rest of the day.âÂ
âI donât mind at all, have a seat.â He pulled his legs up, sitting cross legged instead of stretched out like he had been. She copied his posture as she plopped down on the blanket with him and her attention whore of a dog - understandably, because if she had seen him first, she mightâve just ran over and demanded he touch her too.Â
âWhoâs your favorite author?â She asked, placing her elbow ontop of her knee and resting her chin in her hand. She titled her head to the side, and his smile returned slightly at the image of her - innocent and sweet.Â
âI could probably list about fifteen.âÂ
âPick one,â she chuckled.Â
âThomas Merton, probably. Iâve got a soft spot for his poetry.âÂ
âLove is our true destiny,â she began. His eyes sparkled as he joined in on her recitement from Love and Living. âWe do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.âÂ
âYou really are perfect, huh?â He smiled. Resting his head on the bark behind him, his gaze never leaving hers, and the relentless smile still plastered on his face.Â
âYour words, not mine.â She smiled back, it was impossible not to smile back at him. She felt like the only person in the entire world when he smiled at her, like she was truly the only thing that mattered. A heat bloomed in her neck and rose into her wind-kissed cheeks. She hoped the cold prick of the wind rubbing her cheeks raw hid the redness heating her face.Â
Their conversation about literature continued, both of them talking animatedly and rushed, as if the amount of time they had with each other would never be enough. It was a shocking revelation for them both to realize how much in common they had and how effortlessly the conversation between them flowed, like they werenât really strangers at all.Â
The sun had begun to set, laying over the horizon as if slowing itâs own process down to give them just a little bit longer. The chill had picked up as the sunlight turned into dusk but neither of them really noticed until the park was empty and hungry whines escaped her dog.Â
âI didnât even realize we had talked for so long,â she said, a laugh escaping her lips. She just felt soâŚat peace. Sitting here with him.Â
âHonestly, me either.â He gave her a sweet smile back and a shrug. Unspoken words hung on his lips, but he decided not to voice them.Â
âI suppose I should get going,â she started, standing up from the blanket she had sat on for hours, her joints and muscles protesting against the sudden movement.Â
âLet me walk you home.âÂ
âYou donât have to do that.â
âI want to.â
âThank you.â
The stranger gathered his blanket and his book, shoving both in between his arm, following her lead out of the park and towards her apartment. Her teeth chattered so harshly it rattled her skull. The sun had set, becoming impatient waiting for them to finally part.Â
Without a word, the man her dog had jumped on just a few hours ago unwrapped the blanket from under his arm and laid it across her shoulders. âIt might be a little dirty but I put the upside on you.âÂ
âThank you, my jacket has seen better days anyway,â she smiled, pulling the thick wool around her, engulfing her like a hug. She sighed of relief at the warmth it provided her chilled bones. They walked in easy silence, sneaking occasional glances at each other when the other wasnât looking.Â
He was the first one to break the silence. âHave you always lived in the city?â
âMostly. I grew up just outside of the city but itâs close enough. You donât look like you grew up in the city,â she teased. Her dog trotting beside her sleepily but eager to get home for dinner. Her grumbling stomach agreed with her dogâs eagerness.Â
He laughed lightly, âYouâre not wrong. Iâm from Las Vegas.âÂ
âWow! Thatâs really cool actually. Iâve never been out West. Why did you come here?â
âI was tired of it, long story short. But Iâve always loved being in a city, being able to walk mostly everywhere I want to go, the sense of community.âÂ
âUnfortunately, most New Yorkers have no idea what the words community or kindness mean.â
He laughed, nodding in agreement. His laugh was just like his smile - infectious. If he laughed, anyone around him wouldnât be able to stop themselves from laughing along even if nothing was funny. When he laughed hard, his eyes fluttered shut and he tipped his head back slightly. When he laughed lightly, he had small wrinkles at the side of his eyes, and he always had that toothy grin. It startled her to realize that in the few hours she knew him, she already knew this much about his mannerisms.Â
Too soon, they reached her apartment buildingâs door. She fished out her keys from her pack, her pup pushing his head up to the door, ready to kick it down if he had human legs. âThank you so much again for walking me home. I hope youâre not too far, itâs pretty dark out now.âÂ
âIt was no problem, I wanted to make sure you made it safe. Donât worry about me, I might not look like it but I can put up a fight.â
She smiled at him because he was right. His lanky frame and nerdy look in fact made him look like he didnât even know how to throw a punch, but who was she to make judgements?
The door unlocked with a click. âHopefully, weâll meet again soon,â she smiled, handing him his blanket and heading inside the foyer of her apartment building.Â
She plopped onto the couch in her cramped living room and let out a sigh she had no idea she was holding in. Then the realization hit her, she didnât even ask for his name or how to contact him. She groaned. Of course she would be stupid enough to let the only guy sheâs had a connection with in years slip through her fingers.Â
The rising sun shone through her living room curtains, spilling like honey over her face. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion fogging her brain for a moment. She must have fallen asleep on the couch though she wasnât sure when she even fell asleep. A book laid open, splayed on the hardwood floor next to her couch. This is a familiar scene she sees way more often than sheâs willing to admit. Thereâs no greater way to relax than to read a good book in ambient lighting. It had started raining shortly after she got home last night, the hard patters of rain drops hitting her window. That was enough to cause her to pass out before even finishing a chapter.
She was abruptly snapped out of her daze as her intercom buzzed. Her confusion deepened, completely unsure if she was expecting anyone this morning or if she had overslept and missed a meeting. When the second buzz rang through her apartment, she rushed over to answer it. âHello?â She said sleepily.
âHi, Iâm sorry uh..Iâm the guy your dog tackled in the park yesterday.â If she could see his face, sheâs pretty sure heâd have a nervous smile on it. His hand running anxiously through his curls, hoping he buzzed the right apartment and desperately hoping she didnât feel uncomfortable at him showing up.Â
âOh! Hi! Sorry, come on up. Iâm in apartment 3B.â She groaned as she realized he probably already knew that, considering he had buzzed her apartment.Â
She buzzed him in quickly and realized the state she was in. She rapidly ran her fingers through her knotted hair, combing through as many knots as she could in the time it took him to reach her front door. She straightened her clothes, the same ones she had gone to the park in minus the coat hanging by her front door. She rushed over to pick up the book from the floor, setting it gently on the coffee table in the middle of the living room.Â
A soft knock rattled her front door and she rushed over to it, fixing her hair and clothes again before pulling it open. âHi,â she breathed, her chest suddenly too tight. She wasnât sure why she was nervous, he was the one who showed up to her apartment.Â
âHi,â he responded, a sheepish smile tugging up the corner of his lips. His hands were shoved into his coat pockets, as if to keep himself from fidgeting in front of her, a feign of confidence. âSorry for showing up randomly.â He finished quickly, realizing she was waiting for him to explain himself.
âItâs okay, to be fair I did let you walk me home. If I thought you came to kill me you wouldnât be standing here.âÂ
âFair enough,â he chuckled. She stepped aside and motioned for him to come inside. He didnât hesitate to step through the threshold and take in her apartment while she shut the door behind him.Â
âYour apartment is beautiful, it feels like nature but home.â
âOh, thank you. Thatâs actually the best compliment Iâve ever gotten,â she smiled, gazing around her apartment with him. She had a variety of plants scattered around her apartment - large potted plants that reached toward the ceiling in the corners, small plants in decorated pots lining shelves, settled on her coffee table, and even in her kitchen. She always assumed having fresh air to combat the natural stench of New York City was never a bad idea. She had posters and picture frames hung up with precision, decorative throw pillows scattered on her couch from a night tossing and turning, bookshelves filled to the brim with books, plants, and trinkets.Â
âMake yourself at home,â she said, intending for him to sit on the couch while she made themâŚtea? She wasnât really sure what kind of expectations she had as a host. âDo you like tea?â
âLove it.âÂ
âPerfect.â She rummaged through her cabinets in search for tea, it would be slightly embarrassing to have run out of tea bags after she already asked if he wanted tea. Thankfully, she found a few loose boxes of tea and made steaming cups for them both.Â
She carried the tea out carefully so as to not burn herself or spill any on the floor beneath her bare feet. She gently handed him his cup which he gratefully took and cupped between two palms, waiting for it to cool.Â
She settled in the seat next to him on the couch, copying his actions and cupping the warm cup between her hands. Her apartment luckily didnât feel like the outside world with the biting wind and the bone-chilling cold, but, this manâs presence was enough to send a shiver rattling down her spine and goosebumps rising along her flesh.Â
âThank you for the tea,â he smiled, delicately blowing on his tea to quicken up the cooling process.Â
âOf course, Iâm sure any normal host would offer tea, it felt like the socially acceptable thing to do.â She gave him a small smile back, just enough to lift the edges of her lips upward, but not enough to bare her teeth.Â
Her brain still felt rattled at the fact that this stranger she had only met around 24 hours ago had remembered where she lived and showed up to her apartment.Â
They both took ginger sips of the steaming tea before setting their respective cups on the coffee table. âItâs delicious.â
âThank you, I donât make tea often but Iâm glad Iâm still good at it.â
He chuckled lightly and the sound reverberated around her apartment. Her mind betrayed her and thoughts of that laugh just swimming around her apartment on a regular basis caused an ache in her chest. She hadnât had a man in her apartment in probably years, most likely for the best.Â
Her work was her life, she had the terrible habit of drowning in her work when life got rough, or when her feelings got inevitably hurt. She almost wanted to kick this gorgeous man out of her apartment before he could hurt her feelings or disappoint her like the rest.Â
âIâm sorry for showing up randomly,â he started, rubbing his sweaty palms across the legs of his jeans. âI never got your name or your contact information so I hope Iâm not crossing any lines by coming by.â
Despite her better judgment, a smile grew on her face. It really was sweet.Â
âItâs okay, Iâm just surprised.â
âUnderstandably. I just couldnât let you slip by,â He said shyly. He grabbed his tea cup again, an attempt to still his fidgeting fingers.Â
Her breath hitched in her throat. Her mind swam as she attempted to push back her assumptions. It wasnât every day that a random stranger showed up at her door, a handsome one at that.Â
She realized she must have been staring wide-eyed at him because he chuckled softly. âIâm sorry if that was a little too forward.â
âOh! No, itâs okay. I just- What do you mean?â
He ran a hand through his chestnut curls, the other gripped onto the tea cup like his life depended on it. âI just-Iâve never been able to talk to someone like that.â
She nodded slowly - she knew exactly what he meant. She had thought the same thing as she sat on her couch just hours ago, turning the events of their meeting over and over again in head, as if it was a coin in her hand.Â
âIt was justâŚeasy. Peaceful.â He smiled sheepishly. She relaxed into the couch. Peace. It was all she ever wanted in life and she tried tirelessly to keep control of it, to stuff it in a cage and keep it locked up so she could never feel its absence again. With him sitting in her apartment in front of her, she felt like she didnât even have to try to reach out and grab it, it ran into her arms like a friend.Â
âI thought the same thing,â she admitted as she fought a smile rising on her lips. The man in front of her didnât try to hide his relief or the upturn of the corner of his lips.Â
âThatâs relieving.â
âAgreed.â
They smiled at each other for a moment, both in a daze. âI guess we should do a proper greeting this time,â he suggested, holding out his hand in front of her.Â
She took it with a grin. âHi, Iâm y/n.â
âHi y/n, Iâm Spencer.â
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A Long Way Down: The Lakes [Loki x Reader]
The Lakes Masterlist / Regular Masterlist Summary: (3) Following Loki's indecent proposal, you get yourself into a treacherous situation. Or maybe two. Warnings: Minors DNI. Smut references. Ex-Loki. Mild peril. Mild angst. Pining. Oh god, the pining. (w/c 4.6k) Recommended Folklore Track: This Is Me Trying
At around five AM, you had accepted that two hours was the maximum amount of sleep that fate had intended for you that night.
The sight of Loki draped across your doorway greeted you every time you closed your eyes.
The moon-slicked skin which begged to be grasped so tightly it bruised, if only for a short time. Those sharp angles in his jawline which fitted so perfectly between your legs. No.
Slipping out of bed, you manoeuvred on your clothes. Natasha would be proud, you thought, grabbing your gloves. Sufficiently bundled, you began the descent down the murky darkness. Of ten stairs, miraculously only four creaked. You paused after every one, listening for a stir from one of the bedrooms. But none came. Since you had slammed the door on Loki, your mind had been a beehive. You had lain there, trying not to move, trying to sleep, trying to think about anything but him. But his velvet voiced temptations and audacity wound around your thoughts like the cottageâs ivy. Wilting like a woman ravaged by thirst with a river rushing on the other side of that traitorous wall.
You hastily scribbled a note in the kitchen, grabbed the spare key and a small rucksack from the hallway hooks. Crisp cold hit like a slap as you opened the door and slipped through. The latch clicked closed.
It sounded like freedom.
A wide circle from the flashlight led your way, noting familiar moss-covered fenceposts and scattered stone path. You took a right at the boundary, seeing the milky promise of a red sunrise ghosting over the mountain. It would be a three hour round-trip to the top of Blencathra, you reckoned. Back in time for breakfast. As you walked, weak sunlight began to crawl the hedgerows. Frosted orange leaves underfoot became wetter. Like cornflakes, you mused, left too long in milk.
Youâd had the same observation last autumn when Loki had walked beside you through Central Park, his gloved hand in yours. Heâd interrupted with a familiar elaborate description of the palatial breakfasts heâd been served on Asgard. One youâd heard a hundred times before. âEvery day, mountains of succulent fruit from the god-tree; warm date loaves and bread so glossy it reflected the very sun-â â-with the almond glaze.â youâd muttered knowingly, the implication clear. His grin had widened obliviously.
âWith the almond glaze. Much superior to the cereals so favoured in this realm. I donât know why humanity puts up with such trash, no wonder youâre all so...someone should do something.â
Loki was a lot of things. He was wild, and powerful; passionate and imposing. He was fiercely loving with kindness that ran as a hot spring runs beneath unforgiving glaciers. When he wanted it to.
His adoration was intoxicating, addicting in a way you had never experienced. When he saw you, he saw only you. Like no other creature existed. The haze had filled you like opium, drunk to all the condescending commentary that chipped at the exterior until it cracked.
And when it cracked, it shattered.
Memories of his dark curls sprawled across your pillow haunted you, the feel of silken strands cutting into your fingertip as you twirled it. He had never been good at keeping to his side of the bed. The words that he whispered when the world wasnât watching, meant only for you. It seemed like a dream now. And maybe it was.
Perhaps it always had been.
The warmth in his eyes as his thumb caressed your jawline still smouldered as hopeful embers in the depths of your heart. They longed for him, biding their time like jackals in shadows to drag you back to his arms.
And wanting him, that hadnât left. You doubted it ever would. Loving Loki was a high. And it was a long way down.
If only he could just act like a normal human being, you thought as you drew the wind-breaker further up your throat. And there, you laughed bitterly to yourself in the eerie quiet, is the problem.
It wasnât his fault, not really. Or was it? You could never tell. And that doubt ate away at you like mice at the skirting boards.
The cold distance between you had been necessary. Self-preservation. And besides occasionally missing the mischief you created together, you doubted he thought of you much at all. The world was full of fawning mortals, after all. He never tired of pointing that out. You certainly doubted he lacked for company.
The thought made you feel queasy. âLoveâ, heâd once mused, âis different for a god. We donât love as you humans do.â
He had paused, snapping his book closed as you lay in his lap before planting a placatory kiss on your nose.
âYou wouldnât understandâ, heâd murmured. And despite your coaxing, that had been the end of it.
It was for the best. Thatâs what you told yourself when that twisting heartache reared in the dead of night.
But still, you wished youâd had one last kiss, even if youâd known thatâs what it was. You looked up at the moon, peeling from the sky and disappearing beneath early-morning mist as you walked briskly towards the mountainâs craggy steep. One last kiss before the lights went out.
As soon as the regrettable words had left Lokiâs lips, he knew heâd fucked up. The door-slam was loud. Very loud. And he couldnât go back to his room, not in his condition. Especially under the circumstances. In the darkness he had picked his way downstairs, cat-like, and had an angry wank in the bathroom. It was perfunctory and mostly silent. And Loki cursed his blasted impatience with every rough tug of his hand. Feeling raw, but more clear-headed, he sat in the living room a while. Moonlight threw a milky hue against the furniture. The carpet almost looked clean under its forgiving sheen. It may have been mice, but he was sure that he could hear the hushed, girlish chatter of his brother and Rogers upstairs, their theories abounding. With growing horror, Loki realised that his brother had been right about not one, but two things that night.
First, that the demise of you and heâs relationship was indeed his doing. The look in your eyes as he presented himself like a charmless commoner had made that abundantly clear. And secondly, the repugnant reclining chair on which he sat was indeed, very comfortable. Thankful at least for the latter, Loki fished down the side for a blanket heâd seen earlier. He sniffed it suspiciously, before throwing it to drape down over his feet. Something about the ragged, scratchy edging made him feel closer to you. Penitent, almost.
Shall I wear sackcloth and ashes, would that suffice?
The thought came intrusively, but behind his subconscious theatrics, there was a morsel of truth. There was something about this place. And there was something about you in it. Perhaps there was something about him too. Something new being birthed, clawing for freedom against scar tissue of old wounds. His brotherâs voice played in his mind. âWell that could mean all manner of things, brother.â heâd said. âYou are insufferable.â The god closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Perhaps, he thought, I should be thankful for that too. It meant he may be able to fix it. Loki slept soundly in the ugly chair. So soundly, that he didnât hear the creak of footsteps that came before the first shards of daybreak, nor the soft close of a drawer, nor the click of the latch as you slipped outside into the dark morning alone.
You felt upwards, pads of your fingertips scratching against rough, uneven stone. Searching. The ridge was steeper than youâd anticipated. And youâd been so distracted by winning the imaginary shouting-match going on in your brain, that you had made the most basic error a climber could make. And the most serious.
Your fingers grasped around a jut of rock, feet slipping. Pressing your back against the opposite rockface, you glanced upwards to a large overhang on the ridge that somehow you hadnât spotted. A chill sliced through your belly as you realised there was no way up. And there was no way down. Your boot slipped against the ledge, making you brace. Fuck fuck fuck. Even Steve wouldnât make that drop without a couple of broken legs. Or worse. You were stuck. No, not stuck. Fucking crag-fast.
Tears welled in your eyes, a giggle of panicked disbelief threatening low in your middle as you tilted your chin to the sky. The ridge was cut into the mountain, and beyond the overhang, heavy dark clouds were gathering at alarming speed. No one knew you were here. You were fucked.
Closing your eyes, you focused on steadying your heart-rate. âBreathe, loveâ Loki used to whisper as he stroked your hair. The beat of your heart slowed to a faint thump. The distress widget. Your eyes flew open. Steve had insisted that everyone have an alarm built into their belt, to be worn at all times. It didnât seem so silly now.
Tentatively, you removed one hand from the rough ridge-face, the crumbling stones beneath your feet making it fly back immediately. You could feel the alarm at the base of your spine, no bigger than a jeans button. If you could just...press it.
Slowly, you began to wiggle your hips back and forth; trying to catch it on something. It caught, a low beep making your heart soar. âACTIVATE,â you yelled. More stone pellets fell like dried rice. You could only pray Steve had the receiver nearby.
Time passed as a crawl. The sun had risen but somehow, it was still dark. Everything ached. Had it be three minutes or three hours? You were sure the pain in your limbs would be the same either way. How could I be so fucking stupid, you raged silently. At some point, youâd begun to cry.
Had you actually pressed the distress button? Fear fluttered in your stomach. Despite the chill and growing winds, you could feel a uncomfortable damp gathering beneath your clothes. Steve was going to be so pissed when he turned up. If he turned up. More crumbles of rock scattered around your forehead from above. It was followed by a low chuckle. âI can think of easier ways to get me alone, Agent.â Your neck snapped up, not believing your eyes.
Loki sat casually on his haunches atop the overhang, wrists falling between his knees. His thighs were spread, emerald leather looking viscerally luscious against the darkening sky. Dark hair whipped around his brow, his eyes flashing downward as a smile twisted one side of his mouth. âIâm stuck,â you whimpered.
Lokiâs smile grew. He tutted. âNot just stuck, Agent. Crag-fast, I believe is the term.â You released an exasperated sigh. âDoes it matter?â âWell it was right in Rogers briefing pamphlet. In the hazards section, nestled between blue-green algae and wayward tourists.â
You stared at him, thinking violent thoughts.
âAre you wearing your armour?â you spat. âYour not supposed to be...Loki, just-â Your feet slipped again.
â-for your rescue Madam? Only full regalia will do.â The dazzling smile which accompanied his words made you want to punch him in the face.
âJust fucking get me out of here!â
Lokiâs face changed, the mirth in his eyes melting to something akin to concern. âAlright, alrightâŚI am simply attempting to lighten the mood-â he muttered, reaching down. His arm glinted gold, its normal brilliance dulled by the shrouded sun. With all the strength you had, you reached up. You could feel your feet give out below you just as Lokiâs hand wrapped around your bicep. With one fell swoop he heaved you upwards, suspended in the air before you fell upon him.
Loki rolled back, gathering you close to his chest. His palm cupped the back of your skull, the other hand safely pressed to the base of your back. You were vaguely aware of the scrape of his boots against the rock as he drew up his legs, the perfect cage of your protection.
âYouâre safe now,â he breathed quietly to the sky. His heart was thundering, thuds pulsing through his breastplate. You nodded, silent sobs thrumming your body just as the first drops of rain began to fall.
Thirty minutes later, you and Loki had finally descended the ridge. He had managed to source an easier path with only the most necessary of communication. It had been slow, an ever-present pang in your ankle making you wince when the godâs back was turned. Confident that all your concentration was no longer needed, you decided to ask the question. âWhy did you come?â As soon as the words left your mouth, you grimaced. How could you think about them for so long, yet still find the wrong ones? Loki glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowed. âI didnât mean it like that, Iâm grateful you did-â you grovelled. âI mean, Steve made such a big deal about the whole belt button thing I just wondered why he sent you? Didnât think heâd miss the chance to give me a lecture the whole way home.â You stared at the back of Lokiâs head, swallowing. Rain was falling harder now, rustling patter crinkling against your jacket. âRogers didnât send me,â the god said coldly, still walking forwards. âI suspect heâs still tucked up under those abysmally threaded bedsheets.â
You hobbled faster, catching up to him. âWhat do you mean?â âI was downstairs. The receiver was in the kitchen.â You let your eyes wander over the sprawling landscape. Thirlmere lake lay flat in the distance, a grey mirror to the sky. âWhy was it in the kitchen?â you mused absent-mindedly. âWell I donât know, Agentâ Loki spat. âPerhaps Rogers wasnât anticipating a member of our party sneaking out before dawn on a misguided attempt at independence.â âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â you snapped, stare burning into Lokiâs profile as he pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. âNothing. It means nothing.â he muttered. His eyes scanned the horizon. It was a long way down. âDonât be like that-â âLike what, Agent?â Loki fumed, spinning with a flourish which made the cut of his leathers swirl around his ankles.
The clouds crushing the sky were matched only by the ones gathering in his eyes, both menacingly beautiful in the rawness of their power.
âRush to your side at the break of day, in an unknown land to a hastily deduced location only to be met with suspicion and incredulity that I would ever think to aid your distress unless under duress? Am I truly so irredeemable?â You felt the hair on your arms stand up, hackles raised. âWell I wouldnât have needed to get away for a while if you hadnât been such a presumptive arsehole last night,â âOh â I see,â Loki said, nodding sarcastically as his hands flew up. âOf course. My fault, as usual.â
He spun away, walking ahead. âKeep upâ he bristled loudly. You muttered curses under your breath. The pain was getting worse. Looking up, you were met with Lokiâs icy glare over his shoulder. âWhat is it?â he snapped, trying to remain indifferent. But his eyebrows always gave him away. âI twisted my ankle or something on the ridge,â you sighed.
Loki rolled his eyes. âSee â there!â you whined, gesturing. âRight there. Why do you need to roll your eyes at that?â
He stiffened, hands moving to his hips. âWill you allow me to carry you?â he drawled, evading the question. âNo I can make it, itâs not that farâ you lied. Loki nodded, circling back towards you. âAt least take my arm,â he sniffed, offering it forth. And with a reluctant sigh, you took it.
âYou need to change your clothes, Loki.â You looked up, meeting the indignant glare you knew would be waiting. âYou said it yourself. Hazards: wayward tourists. When Steve finds out about me, heâll be pissed. If he finds out about you rumbling us, heâll be catatonic.â Loki released a ragged exhale. âFine,â he griped. In a blinding flash, luxe emerald battle leathers transformed to the thoroughly beige ensemble from yesterday. âBetter?â he smarmed, the sarcasm palpable. âMeh,â you replied. A knowing smirk was exchanged. It warmed the air between you.
âSo listen,â you said tentatively, hobbling at his side. âEarlier, you said something about being irredeemable-â â-yes,â Loki cut. You felt his shoulders roll, his demeanour hardening again. âIâm trying to be...trying to, adapt myself. Itâs a work in progress. So far it is proving...arduous. Last night was evidence of that.â âOh. Well...I just meant that you're not irredeemable. We werenât right together, I know that. You canât help being a god and a prince and all the eh...attributes, that come from that, and it was wrong of me to...expect you to change? I donât know.â The two of you picked your way over the uneven track in silence, heart sinking into your stomach before Loki cleared his throat.
âAs I understand it, the habits of a lifetime are hard to break even for mortals,â he said, swirling his wrist with a flourish. âImagine then, what it is like for me.â You threw him an incredulous stare. He frowned. âI understand that my explanation lends weight to your inaugural grievance but you cannot deny the logicâ he muttered bitterly.
You licked your bottom lip, heart thumping as you eased the can of worms open. âSo what youâre saying is that you agree with...the things I said you were?â
Your heart ached at the memory of the indifference in his eyes as you left him that day. âHaughty. Condescending. Unwaveringly arrogant.â
You had been so angry. So angry at his unwillingness to change. To be open to the possibility of change, after everything you had been through together. All the love, so-called, that you had shared. It wasnât enough â how could you have thought it would be? And he had just sat, crossed-legged on the sofa as you bubbled over the brim. âAre we done here?â heâd said coldly, like concluding a business transaction. In the end, youâd conceded, that the person you were most enraged at was yourself. Loki frowned deeper, staring ahead. You wondered if he was revisiting the same memory. Like loitering at the crevice of a haunted cellar, peering in. His fingers wrapped around yours, still gripping his forearm.
âWell, yesâ he replied cautiously. âBut I was never expected to be anything else. There was no need â I thought it was just...me. That it was inevitable. Itâs all Iâve known.â You opened your mouth and closed it again. âConsider the leaves,â Loki said with a wave of his hand to the multi-coloured foliage littering the skyline. âThose over there...retain their summer green.â He pointed further down the ridge.
âAnd those, have turned to that rusted maroon you like so much.â He looked to you, features softening. âDoes the green leaf know that it is to turn? To change and ebb? Does it have expectation of rebirth?â âIt is pretty humble for you to compare yourself to a leaf, Iâll give you thatâ you mumbled, limping over a pile of scattered cow shit. Loki stopped abruptly, sliding his arm from yours and cupping your shoulders in his hands. His eyes were wide, running over your face as his brows slanted. âDarling, please let me carry youâ he whispered earnestly. âLet me help you.â You considered telling him to fuck off, but one brief glance at the endless uneven path stretching down to the forest made you pause. âFine,â you sighed. âBut donât call me darling. We donât do that anymore.â A small smile pressed against Lokiâs cheeks, making his dimples flash. Immediately he crouched, extending his arms with palms facing up. You shuffled between them, adopting the position.
The beige fleece Loki was wearing did nothing to stop the warmth of his hard chest seeping through your clothes, a thick waft of his natural musk filling your nostrils. With one hand looped behind his neck, clasping the other, you tried to imagine a world where this sweetness wasnât everything you desperately wanted.
âSee?â he postured absent-mindedly as he picked his way down the path with ease. âI can be charming.â Glad of the change of topic, you kept your tone to one of mild interest. âWho says you arenât charming?â âMy brother,â he growled quietly. A snort of unexpected laughter erupted from your throat. You looked to him, faces inches apart. The crawl of Lokiâs bemused gaze from your lips to your eyes made your heart skip.
âItâs justâŚâ you started guiltily, searching the depths of his brilliantly blue irises. Even in the gathering gloom of the storm, they sparked. âI-â âI understand,â he said abruptly, looking forward again. His lips formed a hard line, the blade of his cheekbone deepening as his face set. Whatever Loki thought you had meant to say, it was not the truth. But somehow, the truth was harder to muster now than the fiction where you couldnât stand him. You felt him readjust his grip on your waist, fingers sinking into the soft fleece beneath your rainjacket.
âYou are charming,â you whispered against the wind. It was supposed to sound comforting. Platonic. But a part of you hoped that it wouldnât. Against your better judgement, you curled the hair on his furthest shoulder behind his ear before knitting your fingers again. âThor isnât one to talk, anyway.â âRogers confirmed it,â Loki rebutted harshly, the words catching in his throat. He was very pointedly not looking at you, you noticed. âSteve isnât one to talk either,â you chuckled, before sighing. Rain fell heavier now, thick droplets landing on your forehead and following the tracks of forgotten tears.
You watched it fall against Lokiâs brow, a silken sheen of moisture coating the milk-wild perfection youâd kissed every inch of in your time together. A lone droplet rolled down his temple, following the gutter of his cheekbone before dripping languidly down his chin. It lingered on his jawline, taking the long way down before falling. âAre you alright, Agent?â Loki murmured.
Heâd been watching.
Thunder rolled overhead as you nodded slowly, rain clinging to your lashes. Hair was plastered to his cheeks now, inky tendrils winding across alabaster skin like oil on snow. His grip around your body tightened, looking upwards. âHold on tight,â he growled.
You barely had time to process his words before a torrent unleashed overhead, battering against the ground as Loki began a run down the hill. âM-magic t-to dry-?â you gasped as every stride of his strong legs knocked the breath from your lungs.
âIt is fruitless against the English onslaught,â Loki yelled over the stormâs sudden din. âBelieve me.â You buried your face in his neck, the heat of your breath against his wet skin conjuring images of lazy mornings spent fucking in his shower. How steam filled the room like Vatican smoke, heralding the joyus arrival of your climax over and over.
Loki would hold you safe against the wall, his large palms cupping your ass and guiding you towards pleasure you had never experienced before. And never would again. The sweet pants of praise he released wetly against your skin, the splatter from his sodden hair as he snapped his neck back in ecstasy. The squeak of his enormous hand running down the glass shield as he came undone inside you. It would haunt your mind forever. The ghost in the cellar.
And now, just like then, there was nothing to do but hold on. Your grip tightened around his neck, the flat of his thigh hitting your ass every so often when, presumably, he cleared a tree trunk.
Every nerve beneath your skin was on fire, each movement jolting life into feelings you had tried to smother. You were acutely aware of your lips parting against the curve of his neck, delicate skin hovering above his own.
Taunting yourself, you brushed against him; sucking your own breath back from the rebound. The fine hairs on his skin tingled your lips, sending twisting aches of desire between your thighs. Loki veered to the left, thrusting your face against his neck. Involuntarily the grip around him tightened, clasping his skin to your lips in a desperate, if accidental, embrace.
And suddenly, it was gone. Loki had lowered you to the ground, standing back abruptly. He stood triangular, legs apart like a soldier.
The fabric of his clothes was dark, saturated with water and clinging to his lithe body like a second skin. It hung against the marbled muscle, tracking every deep line carved into his thighs and plastering the bulge of his crotch in a way that could only be described as obscene.
The stare he held was formidable, two distantly smouldering eyes set with purpose which observed from beneath heavily knitted brows. Hands clasped ceremonially behind his back, he lowered his chin and nodded to the side. With disappointment, you realised you were back at the cottage. Loki had stopped in a small clearing, and the dismal looking residence couldnât be more than fifty meters away. âI thought you could go aheadâ he said, raking his fingers through sodden hair. It slathered back from his face, the sharp lines glinting. âThat way, Rogers will never need to know there was an...incident. I will follow after an appropriate interval with an appropriate excuse.â
âCome with me,â you said incredulously, wiping a swathe of water from your cheek. As Loki shook his head, you found you couldnât stop yourself. âI want them to know you helped, it was my fault I was stupid, I got myself fucking crag-fast like an idiot...and hurt and you-â âNo.â was Lokiâs staunch response.
The lonely sound of rain on the tree canopy rustled.
Brow furrowing, you stepped closer and brushed down his arm, drawing one hand out from behind his back. It sat limply in yours. âCome with me,â you pleaded.
Loki frowned, staring at your hand holding his own. As if it was not his own. And with aching clarity, you realised this was him trying. âI fear, under the circumstances, I would not be able to contain myself from beingâŚâ he swallowed thickly, cricking his neck to the side before continuing, â-myself.â You stared at him, and he at you.
There was a flutter of wet leaves beneath his feet as he shuffled. âReally, you should go youâll catch your dea-â And just like that, without thinking, you had crossed the space between you.
Like an out of body experience, hands slid over his sodden shoulders, pulling his parted lips to yours mid-words. Warmth flooded your body as his frozen arms slowly made a cage around your waist, sliding down your back like you would shatter beneath his touch.
His tongue slipped cautiously between your lips. It grew with each passing second to a raging hunger in every all-consuming jut muscle against your own. It felt like home. Your fingers tangled in clumped strands of hair against his scalp, teeth clashing while fears were forgotten. If only for now. For now, you wanted to love him. âLoki,â you moaned into his mouth.
His name held weight when you said it like that.
His hands searched your body, never settling in one place, grasping at the jacket which crackled and slid beneath his fingers. Loki panted, cupping your chin before delving deeper.
Every unspoken word, every abandoned touch, each lingering glance that ate away at you in the dead of night flooding from your body to his in that kiss.
âDarling,â he breathed as he held you still. His wet forehead pressed against yours. Your eyes were still closed, waiting for his return. Nerves fluttered in your chest, your stomach; happiness that you darenât have hoped for sloshing at the edges of your sanity. You couldnât think.
âDarling,â he repeated stiffly, a gentle shake of his grip urging your eyes open. âI canât-â he said solemnly, as you opened your eyes. You felt words forming â âDonât call me darlingâ - or maybe it was a scream. But a single finger to your lips silenced it, whatever it would have been. âGo.â he said. And he meant it. And as you felt the scream rise again in your throat, you did.
Lokiâs watch followed you all the way to the door as he lingered on the edge of the forest. You could feel his gaze as keenly as though it were his hands. How you wished that memory was as hard to conjure as it had been before daybreak. Through the window, you could see Thor buttering crumpets.
One last kiss, you thought; hoping the rain would mask your tears from the others inside.
One last kiss before the lights went out.
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City lights - sugar baby!Evan Buckley x male!reader
*A/N: as requested sugar baby Buck is back!*
âLooks like you had a good day,â you smile at Buck as he enters your room, two hotel workers following him with their hands full of shopping bags.
âYou gave me your credit card in New York City of course I did,â he laughs.
The workers set the bags down and you hand them each a huge tip which they thank you for.
âHave a good evening Mr Y/L/N and Mr Buckley,â one of them tells you as they leave.
âLook at this view,â Buck says in awe, now standing in front of the window that overlooks the city.
âIt is beautiful but I much prefer looking at you,â you reply, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his cheek.
âHow was your meeting?â He smiles, âI know I already told you but you look so handsome in this suit.â
âThank you love and we closed the deal,â you say with your hands grazing over his stomach.
âI knew you would,â he sighs when a hand travels down to his thigh right past where you know he wanted you.
âSo what did you do today? Besides spending my money,â you tease, kissing under his ear.
âI went for a run in Central Park, I had brunch at that restaurant you recommended and then I bought all new clothes for our trip to Greece next week including some new speedos,â he tells you.
âI can't wait to see you in them,â you laugh, ghosting your hand over his growing bulge while the other slips under his shirt.
âY/N,â he gasps.
âWhat is it baby?â
âPlease touch me.â
âLike this?â You ask, grabbing his bulge through his pants.
He moans and is growing impatient as you begin slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
You're kissing his neck, running your hands over his abs and up to his chest, squeezing his large pecs.
The sun is setting and the city lights are becoming brighter making the view even more stunning as Bucks moans fill your ears.
âI need you so bad,â he sighs, rubbing his ass against you.
âAnything you want baby,â you tell him, pulling the zipper down on his pants and pulling his cock out of his underwear.
You stroke him with one hand while the other returns to his chest to toy with his nipples, twisting and tugging until he is fully hard.
His eyes are screwed shut, enjoying the feeling of you touching him when suddenly you pull away from him.
âY/N?â He huffs upset.
âOne second love, I just need to grab the lube,â you chuckle, stepping over to the dresser you put all your personal belongings in.
Buck is whining and you couldn't get back to him possibly fast enough.
He pushes his pants down around his ankles as you open the bottle of lube and squeeze some onto your fingers, Buck gasping when the cold gel coats his hole.
He braces himself on the window sill, moaning loudly when one finger pushes inside first and then after a few pumps a second.
His knees start to tremble as you take your time spreading him open.
âFuck Y/N, I need your cock,â he mumbles under his breath.
âWhat was that?â You whisper in his ear.
âI need your cock,â he shouts and before he knows it your fingers are being replaced and he's being stretched to the brim.
His cries out and his grip on the window sill tightens as you find a steady pace with your hips.
He tries to close his eyes again but one of your hands go to his throat, âkeep your eyes open baby don't want this view to go to waste do we?â
His mouth hangs opens, ungodly noises coming out of him with your hand gently squeezing his throat.
His cock swings around, slapping his stomach and his thighs while you're thoroughly fucking him.
âDo you wanna cum Evan?â You ask him and he nods, âI need to hear you say it dear.â
âI wanna cum, please let me cum,â he begs.
âThen cum for me,â you order, choking him harder.
Buck quickly strokes himself, cumming all over the window when you hit just the right spot inside him.
You loosen your grip on his throat while he rides out his high, the city lights now shining bright in the night.
Hearing Buck moan your name pushes you over the edge as well, filling him up which makes his knees buckle.
You slow your movements, Buck leaning on the window for support as wave after wave of his orgasm hits him.
He groans when you pull out of him a few moments later, cum dripping onto the floor.
âGod Y/N no one has ever fucked me like you do,â he smiles.
âI told you the night we met that I would always take care of you Evan,â you say, turning him around so you could kiss him deeply, ânow how about I order us some dinner from room service, you're gonna need the energy because I'm far from done with you.â
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hold me
Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader
Warning/s ; ANGSTANGSTANGST!!
The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm light on the walls of the cozy living room. Y/N sat on the couch, his fingers lightly grazing over the pages of a script he was supposed to be learning. His mind, however, was far from the lines in front of him. He glanced over at Jenna, who was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, her movements graceful and precise.
She caught his eye and smiled, the sight of which warmed his heart despite the cold shadow looming over their lives. He forced a smile back, trying to keep his thoughts from drifting to the harsh reality they were facing.
A month ago, everything had changed. Y/N, the rising star known for his roles in "Stranger Things," "Scream 6," and "Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse," had been diagnosed with a rare blood disorder. The prognosis was grim; the treatments hadn't worked. Now, he was left with a few precious months, a fact he hadn't been able to hide from Jenna for long.
They had cried together, fought the despair together, and tried every possible treatment. But the cruel truth remained: their time was running out.
"Hey, dinner's almost ready," Jenna called out, breaking his reverie. Her voice was light, but he could hear the underlying strain.
"Smells amazing," he replied, setting the script aside and rising to join her. He walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. She leaned back into him, her hands still busy chopping vegetables.
"I was thinking," he began, his voice hesitant, "that we should start ticking off items from our bucket list."
Jenna turned in his arms to face him, her eyes searching his. "You mean...?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Let's not waste another moment. Let's spend these months doing everything we've ever dreamed of."
Her eyes welled up with tears, but she blinked them away quickly. "Okay," she whispered. "Let's do it."
Over the next few weeks, Y/N and Jenna embarked on an adventure of a lifetime. They visited the places they'd always talked about but never had the time to see. From the bustling streets of Tokyo to the serene beaches of the Maldives, they soaked in every moment, every sight, every experience.
In Paris, they danced under the Eiffel Tower, the twinkling lights reflecting in Jenna's eyes as Y/N spun her around. The city of love lived up to its name, and they reveled in each other's presence, forgetting the world around them.
"Remember our first trip to Paris?" Jenna asked one evening as they strolled along the Seine.
"How could I forget?" Y/N replied with a chuckle. "You almost pushed me into the river trying to get that perfect photo."
She laughed, leaning into him. "Best photo we ever took."
In New York, they saw Broadway shows and wandered through Central Park hand in hand, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the city. They visited the Museum of Modern Art, where Jenna marveled at the art while Y/N tried to make sense of it.
"Art is supposed to make you feel something," Jenna explained as they stood before a particularly abstract piece.
"It makes me feel confused," Y/N admitted, making her giggle.
They laughed, they cried, and they held each other through the pain and the joy. Each city, each experience was a treasure, a memory to hold onto when the inevitable came.
On quieter days, they stayed home, cooking together, watching their favorite movies, and simply enjoying each other's company. They talked about the future they would never have, and while it hurt, it also brought them closer.
"Do you remember the first time we cooked together?" Jenna asked one evening as they prepared dinner.
"I remember burning the pasta," Y/N replied with a grin.
"You were so confident," she teased, "and so wrong."
They laughed, their shared memories a comforting reminder of their journey together.
One particularly memorable evening was spent in an Italian vineyard, where they tasted wines, sampled local cheeses, and watched the stars come out in a clear Tuscan sky. They sat on a blanket, Y/N leaning against a tree with Jenna nestled between his legs, her head resting on his chest.
"This is perfect," Jenna whispered, looking up at the stars.
"You're perfect," Y/N replied, kissing the top of her head.
They shared dreams and whispered secrets, their words a blend of joy and sorrow, hope and despair. Every moment was cherished, every second a precious memory in the making.
As the months progressed, Y/N's health declined steadily. There were days when the pain was almost unbearable, but Jenna was always there, her presence a soothing balm. She became adept at administering his medications, learned how to help him through the worst of it, and, most importantly, she never let him feel alone.
In the spring, they returned to their home, deciding to spend the remaining time in familiar surroundings. Their days were filled with love and tenderness, every moment a cherished memory in the making. They talked about their favorite moments, shared stories from their childhoods, and planned small, manageable adventures nearby.
One warm afternoon, Y/N took Jenna to a secluded spot by a lake. They had a picnic, complete with her favorite sandwiches and a bottle of wine they had brought back from Italy. They laughed, reminisced, and watched the sunset together. As the sky turned a deep orange and the stars began to appear, Y/N took Jenna's hand.
"I want you to promise me something," he said softly, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Anything," she replied, her voice trembling.
"When I'm gone, I want you to keep living your life to the fullest. Keep acting, keep shining, and keep spreading joy. You have so much to give, Jenna. Don't let my absence hold you back."
Tears streamed down her face, but she nodded. "I promise," she whispered. "I promise I'll do my best."
The final weeks were the hardest. Y/N's strength waned, and he spent more time in bed, too weak to do much of anything. Jenna remained his constant companion, reading to him, singing to him, and holding him close when the pain became too much.
One night, as a storm raged outside, Y/N woke up gasping for breath. Jenna was by his side in an instant, her heart pounding with fear. She held him, murmuring soothing words, her tears mingling with his.
"Jenna," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Hold me."
She climbed into the bed beside him, cradling him in her arms. He buried his face in her neck, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
"I love you," he said, his voice growing weaker with each word. "Thank you...for everything."
"I love you too," she replied, her voice breaking. "Always."
Y/N's breathing slowed, and he closed his eyes, a peaceful expression settling on his face. Jenna held him tighter, feeling his heart beat against hers. As the storm outside began to subside, Y/N took his final breath, surrounded by love.
Jenna stayed with him for a long time, her heart shattered yet filled with gratitude for the time they had shared. She kept her promise, continuing to live her life to the fullest, carrying Y/N's love and memory with her always.
In the days that followed, Jenna honored his memory by living as he had asked her to. She continued to act, to bring joy and inspiration to others. And though the pain of losing Y/N never fully left her, she carried his love with her, a beacon of light guiding her through the darkness.
Their story was one of love and loss, of hope and heartbreak. Jenna found solace in the memories they had created, drawing strength from the time they had shared. She often visited the places they had been, feeling his presence beside her, whispering words of encouragement and love.
Years passed, and Jenna's career flourished. She took on roles that challenged her, inspired her, and kept Y/N's spirit alive. Every performance, every success was a tribute to him, a way to honor the promise she had made.
One evening, after a particularly successful premiere, Jenna found herself alone on the balcony of her apartment. The city lights stretched out before her, a sea of twinkling stars in their own right. She looked up at the sky, feeling the familiar ache of loss but also the warmth of his memory.
"You'd be proud of me," she whispered to the stars. "I hope I'm making you proud."
In the quiet of the night, she felt a gentle breeze, as if Y/N was answering her. She closed her eyes, letting the tears fall freely, but this time, they were tears of gratitude, not just sorrow.
Jenna continued to live her life to the fullest, keeping Y/N's memory alive in everything she did. She spoke about him often in interviews, sharing their story with the world. Fans and colleagues alike were moved by her strength, her resilience, and the deep love that had defined their relationship.
"Y/N taught me to live fully, to love deeply, and to never take a single moment for granted," she would say, her voice filled with emotion. "He may not be here physically, but his spirit is with me always."
And so, their story continued, a testament to the power of love, the resilience of the human spirit, and the beauty of living each day as if it were your last. Jenna carried Y/N's love with her, a guiding light in the darkest of times, a reminder that even in the face of inevitable sorrow, there is always hope, always joy, always love.
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come get me, come love me (older!modern!eddie)
part four of who knows how many. orange colored sky set list surprise chapter, bitches. after we got rained out at the park, we finish our date at eddie's apartment in prospect heights, things heat up despite the storm. inspired by @loveshotzz older steve series: all i really want is you (see if you can spot the easter egg in this lil chapter.) tw: age gappy (reader is late 20s/early 30s, eddie is late 30s/early 40s), kissin', reader wears eddie's clothes but there's no body description songspiration: lovesick | banks
The door to the building is wedged between a restaurant and a pet store on a long street of bars and places to eat. Youâve been down here plenty of times, the ramen spot closer to the end of the street is to die for, and one of the ice cream shops is the best in this part of the city. He unhooks the carabiner from his belt loop and hurries the key into the heavy iron grate door before bumbling into the wooden one behind it.
âWhew!â he says when you both get inside, wiping some of the rain from his face. He leads you up the stairs to the second floor and down the small hallways. âBoth doors are mine, but this is the front door,â he smiles, kicking his shoes off at the mat off to the side. You do the same. âSorry if itâs a little messy,â he says, keys jingling in his hands while he opens the door, âMaid took the week off.â
You snort when you follow him inside but he looks at you over his shoulder, âNo, seriously. It was her sonâs birthday on Sunday so I told her not to come in. I try to keep it together for the most part, but â I donât know, Sasha gives it a special somethinâ Iâve never been able to do on my own.âÂ
Itâs a little stunning, his apartment. And when you think a little you mean a lot, a floor and a half with a metal spiral staircase that separates the open concept kitchen from the living room, dining room hybrid on the wall closest to the door. Oak floors that look newly shined, a big and deep sectional closing off the space so a dining room table and chairs could be placed on the other half of the room. Even the exposed brick on the back wall looks like it was just put in. His hand rests on your back while he guides you up to the next floor, the metal cold on your bare feet, shivering against the coolness of the central air whooshing through the place.
âIf you want I can give you something comfy to wear and throw your stuff in the laundry,â he says when you make it to the top, opening the door, âBathroom is just around the corner.â
âYou have in-unit laundry?â you ask with a breathy sigh.
âI know, Iâm so dreamy,â he winks, âYou gonna take me up on my offer? Thereâs towels in there already.â
âSure,â you take off the linen shirt and pass it to him, âIâll be right out.âÂ
The bathroom is small-ish but well put together, it looks like he had it gutted and redone to be more modern, navy blue marbled tiles in the shower with gunmetal hardware â he has an eye, you figure. You open one of the cabinets to see dark blue towels folded and fluffy, waiting for you. The image that meets you in the mirror makes you frown when you wipe your face off â a wet rat with mascara running down her cheeks, blush and lipgloss long faded. You sigh and do your best to wash off your face with what you can, peeling off your wet layers and keeping them on the counter.
âWanna swap?â he asks while knocking on the door. You ball up your wet clothes, holding the towel up against your chest while you open the door a sliver, easing them out into his waiting hand. You canât see him but you hear his little snicker while he pushes the dry clothes into your open palm. âYou got it?â he asks. âI got it,â you say, balancing them into the room and shutting the door quietly. âLet me know if you want something different,â he offers. You shake out the folded clothes, big black sweatpants and an old, soft band tee. Corroded Coffin spelled out in jagged letters on the front with a marionette dangling from a demonic clawed hand on the back. âThis is fine,â you say, slipping them on, âWhat band is this?â âItâs mine,â he says. You can hear his footsteps walking away from the bathroom while he talks, âTold you I was a rockstar!âÂ
When youâre fully changed into his sweats and shirt you emerge from the bathroom, padding out of the tiles in socked feet. You can hear him downstairs putting the leftover snacks into the fridge and freezer from the cooler. Like the sleuth you are, you take in what you can to learn more about him, inching down the short hallway and peeking into one of the rooms. His bedroom looks like a bachelorâs â not in the way a guy in their twenties would have it, but itâs clear he wants to semi impress whoever heâs taking home. You admire the coziness of the space: wrought iron bed frame â likely a vintage thrift find or thousands of dollars. Dark bedding with knit blankets at the foot of the mattress, a dark green rug under the bed atop the oak floors. His walls are littered with framed photos of him with people you donât know. Show posters under glass from the 90s, some vintage posters from the 70s. It smells like cedar and a nice hotel lobby candle, manly and unassuming. His dressers are a deep walnut wood that compliment the floors with ease â he did say he had an eye for color. Your eyes wander, looking towards the doors of a walk in closet, more art on the walls. A beautiful baroque style mirror that looks straight out of a gothic mansion leaning heavy in the corner. However, you feel heat rush to your cheeks when, slightly hidden, you see two sets of handcuffs dangling off a small hook by one of his bedside tables.Â
âFind anything interesting, Nancy Drew?âÂ
His low rumble makes you jump, turning to see him leaning against the wall of the hallway with his arms crossed. You breathe out a nervous giggle, âSorry, was just seeing the place. Your room is nice.âÂ
âThank you,â he nods, âI just got it redecorated â got a friend who's a killer interior designer.âÂ
âI bet you got a friend for everything,â you say, meeting him in the hallway where he opens the door to the next room. It's dark, covered in squares of soundproofing foam. A few different guitars hang from the wall above a big desk with three monitors, computer below whirring in a low hum.Â
âI do,â he says, âWe exchange a lot of favors. This is where I work from for the most part. Laundry is just a closet next to the bathroom. And uhâŚyou saw downstairs, so I guess thatâs the tour.â âItâs a really, really nice spot,â you confess, heading back down the spiral staircase, âSuper good location, too.â âIt wasnât when I landed here in â04,â he leans on the railing at the top step looking down at you, âBut you were probâly learninâ fractions back then.â âYouâre annoying,â you cross your arms at the bottom stairs staring up at his boyish grin, he winks again â your legs are jello. âIâm gonna change real quick, I made you a cup of coffee â thereâs creamer in the fridge if you need it,â he calls out before disappearing from the staircase to change. You go to the fridge where thereâs a litter of polaroids stuck to the stainless steel â most of them of a German Shepherd puppy posed with him and another guy, clean cut, nothing like Eddie.
âWhose the cute dog?â you ask when you hear his footsteps against the metal.  Â
âOh thatâs my nephew, his nameâs Bandit,â he says, pulling a shirt over his head while he makes it back down the spiral staircase. Your eyes linger on the tattoos on his chest, trailing down his obliques, âThe dog, not the guy in the pictures.â âI figured.â âThatâs my buddy Steve, heâs like my brother. I was out in Chicago for a couple months helping him get his shit back on track â we got him a puppy to keep his mind off things,â Eddie snorts, watching you pour some cream into your mug. You offer to do so for him but he shakes his head, taking it from you to put back in the fridge. âIs he okay?âÂ
âHis wife just passed away,â he says quietly. You offer him a sad face and he shrugs in that âWhat can you do?â kind of way that guys do when they donât know what to say, âYou clothes should be all set in an hour or so.â âOh, and then youâre kickinâ me out?â you tease, drinking your coffee up against the counter. He smirks, running his palm over the scratchy scruff of his chin and jaw. âNah, not at all. You can stay as long as you want,â he shakes his head, his curls already starting to dry around his face â big and defined now with the summer rain, âJust didnât think youâd wanna hang out at some old manâs house all afternoon.â âSee, I was thinking how fun it would be to clear you out of your Raisin Bran,â you smirk against the lip of your mug while he makes his way towards you. He crosses his arms, taking slow steps before heâs got you caged in against the counter. If your nose knows, he definitely spritzed a spray of his cologne before he made it back down stairs â dark, spicy sandalwood enveloping you with a whisper of laundry detergent.Â
âIâm almost out, actually,â he grins, lids half closing while he looks down into your eyes, âBut itâs okay, I have an unopened box of Kashi multigrain in one of these cabinets somewhere.â He waits for your next dig, knowing itâs coming by the quirk in your lips â youâre full of them today. âGotta keep that blood pressure in check,â you tease again, trying to keep yourself from smiling as he leans in, a deep short chuckle coming from his throat. You little brat, it sounds like. âItâs really good for your heart health, actually,â he corrects, brows raising a little. A smirk flits across his full lips when he watches you falter a little, your pretty eyes glazing and glassy while he looms over you. His voice gets low and smoky, just like his cologne, âMaybe you could learn a thing or two from me, hm?â
You shut your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek â you canât show him how good heâs getting you right now, not so soon, âOh totally, like what the best pill cases are for my future arthritis medicine.â He laughs, the soft crows feet around his eyes crinkling with it. Itâs a barking laugh, quick and sharp â youâre sharp, he likes that, âI can definitely do that.â His nose brushes yours and you brace yourself for whatâs coming next, ready to feel him kiss you. To feel the buzz of his hands on you like how they were when he led you inside, when he put his hand on your hands in the park. His lips ghost above yours, breath fanning over your face while you take a final one before the inevitable. âYouâve got a quick mouth there, kleine,â he says smoothly. He reaches around you to grab his own mug of coffee, taking a long sip. Eddie catches the miniscule drop of your shoulders, a silent win goes off in his head. You want him to kiss you so bad and that makes him feel like a million bucks â fuck that â a trillion bucks.Â
He steps back, taking a sip of his coffee while the apartment gets a little darker, the storm rolling further in. âWhatâs âkleineâ?â you ask, trying to regain your breath. He smiles, walking over to the dimmer on the wall and easing the lights up to a warm glow. âItâs German,â he says, looking over his shoulder, âLoosely translates to baby girl.â âYou know German?â you ask, trying to not let the translation send you directly into outer space. You watch him with his coffee cup make his way over to the sectional in his open living space. Itâs big and inviting, covered in a sea of throws that it looks like he collected over the years. He plops down, tilting his head toward the seat next to him to encourage you over. âI did an extended run of Cabaret in Jersey like â pffft, I donât know, a million years ago,â he shrugs, putting his coffee on the table in front of him while you plop yourself down on the deep, squishy cushions. You swallow hard when a waft of his cologne hits you again, trying your hardest not to crawl onto his lap to take him in.Â
âSaw the show in â98 with Alan Cumming, lost my mind â I mean, really transformative for an 18 year old I guess. Years later when I moved out here I saw there was auditions for it and just got knee deep in that shit, taught myself German and everything to make it sound more authentic,â he looks forward wistfully while he recounts the story, smiling at you when he comes back to himself, âWas very helpful when I went to Berlin a few years later.âÂ
âOh, how was that?â you ask, âDid you have fun? Iâve never been to Europe.âÂ
âIâd tell you about all the fun I had if I could remember it,â he grins,flopping his arm up over the back of the couch, beckoning you closer. âCâmere, honey,â he says, the quiet of his voice putting you at ease. You scooch closer to him while he pulls one of the blankets from the end of the chaise cushion and wraps it around your shoulders. With the blanket comes his arm with no hesitation, his hand resting on your shoulder and then down to your waist. âI like to marathon the Twilight Zone when it gets shitty out like this,â he explains, âYou down?âÂ
âYeah,â you smile, âIâm down. Iâve seen a couple handfuls of episodes.âÂ
âYeah? Whatâs your favorite?â âHm,â you think, âI think The Monsters are Due on Maple Street. Itâs the first one I ever watched.â âWeâll start with that one, then.â He operates everything from an app on his phone, it surprises you that youâre not as techy as he seems to be. Itâs not long before the episode starts and his hold on you becomes more intentional, more cuddly. Thunder booms overhead when the episode gets more intense, making you embarrassed when you jolt. He giggles at you, pulling you in closer â a soft whisper of I got you leaves his lips, you barely hear it. You snuggle up together while the episode ends and another starts, you tilt your head up toward him, âWhatâs your favorite?â
âOoh, good question,â he smirks, âI think The Hitchhiker â it was the first one my uncle ever showed me when I started living with him. Scared the shit out of me.â
âYou? Scared?â you quirk a brow, looking down at the way he holds you â assured, confident, âYou donât seem like someone who gets scared very often.âÂ
âThatâs the old age, peach,â he chuckles out, low and rumbly, âAll that Raisin Bran, really switches up that fight or flight.â When you laugh he looks down at you, eyes sparkling, noses close together, âIs that funny?â âYeah, itâs funny,â you say back just as quietly, adjusting yourself a little closer to him, âYouâre funny.â His eyes flick down to your lips and then back up, you feel his hand spread out on your waist while he leans in closer, pressing up against you.Â
âJust funny?â he asks, watching your eyes flutter closed and then open. His lips ghosting over yours, edge of his bottom lip skating over the curve of your cupidâs bow.Â
âNo, not justâŚâ you breathe, too intoxicated by how close he is, how his lips and breath tease you. His hand glides up from your waist, trailing a fingertip up the side of your neck, stopping under your chin. You shiver at the touch, goosebumps flooding your arms and legs, belly flipping in somersaults. He tilts your head up, his cocking slowly to the side while his watches for your reaction.
âThe showâs about to come back on.â The words are soft and quiet when they leave your mouth, your last ditch effort while fear and excitement roar in your ears. His eyes feel like magnets that youâre constantly pulled too, locking with them while he leans in.
âItâs a boring episode,â he grumbles out quietly from behind a smirk, eyes closing while the tip of your nose is brushed with his. He teases one last time before his lips press warmly against yours, parting slightly to capture them. You breathe in sharp through your nose, butterflies fluttering and slamming against your chest for release. His hands come up to lay themselves against your cheeks, now hot with excitement while they find home behind your head and neck. Heâs fiending for you in the insatiable way heâs felt before, the way a man fiends for a woman.
His leads, taking control of the way the kiss moves with each tilt of his head, changing the intensity each time he breaks away to breathe and come back to you. His lips are full and plush, a soft pink that works for him, itâs almost innocent, when you know heâs anything but. He comes in again, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently to encourage you to let his tongue slide into your mouth.Â
His hands greedily pull you in by the waist now that your tongues are brushing, wrapping up together with no space between. You whimper into it, unable to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay with his other hand roams down your back. You feel his lips stretch into a smile against yours, a growl of a chuckle coming out of his chest when he pulls away again. More kisses, soft and sweet with eyes closed, noses nuzzling before lips meet again. You climb onto his lap, he doesnât hesitate to wrap his arms around you â tight and protective. You lead this time, a hand coming up to cup his jaw while you kiss, taking his bottom lip between your teeth this time. He relents, grip softening on you, fingertips grazing the tops of your thighs over the material of his sweatpants. Your hips roll forward over his and he pulls away.
âSteady now, sugar,â he warns, looking up at you with heavy lidded brown eyes, âI donât fuck on the first date.â You pout a little, he likes that face, âYou got some kind of moral code, old man?â âMâjust not that kind of girl, baby,â he shrugs lightly, taking your hand and pressing soft kisses to your fingertips. His eyes donât leave yours, big and innocent â like heâs challenging you, âGotta keep you wantinâ more of me.â You canât imagine not wanting more of him, no matter how much he gave you. âThen how come you kiss me like that?â you ask, his lips still leaving pillowy kisses against your fingers, âLike youâre hungry for me?âÂ
âOh, I am hungry, peach,â he smirks, tongue sliding out and gliding up the space between your first and middle finger. The tip of his tongue flicks the pads of them at the top, before taking just your fingertips into his mouth for a moment â hot and wet. Your mouth hangs open, drool collecting under your tongue at the feeling â imagining it happening exactly where you both want it to. âI think we should cut into that icebox cake,â he offers with a smile, like he didnât just tease you into complete stupidity, âThatâll solve my problem.â He kisses your cheek as he guides you off his lap to get up, feeling lucky that he put on boxer briefs to keep his now painful erection contained â though his sweatpants left little to the imagination. Eddie comes back with two plates with heaping slices of dessert, passing you a spoon while you try your best to calm down.Â
âYou okay?â he asks sweetly, brushing a stray hair out of your face. You nod, shoving a bite into your mouth so you donât scream over his gentle touch and soft eyes. So you donât yell and stomp through his living room about how bad you want him to bring you upstairs and eat you out. So you donât tell him about the butterflies. You eat, watch, and talk â getting stories on his tattoos, you tell him about how you just started living alone, he tells you all the best spots to get furniture. You share soft little kisses while cuddled under blankets, laughing at the bad special effects and talking about the good special effects for the 60s as the episodes continue on. You fall asleep on his shoulder and he lets out a big deep breath â he likes that you already feel comfortable enough to do so. He swallows hard, doing his best to settle down his own butterflies.Â
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FORGIVENESS. â aizawa shouta x male reader
wc: 2.1k
WARNING: dirty talk (sho has the filthiest mouth ever :O), choking (brief), manhandling, slapping, face-grabbing, degradation/humiliation, semi-public sex, frottage, blowjob mention, creampie, ruined orgasm
genitalia terms: dick, cock, hole, cunt, pussy (even though these terms are used the readers genitals are ambiguous)
a/n: UMM I THINK I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THEâŚâŚ.. DIALOGUE no one talks about how embarrassing it is to write this stuff outtttt my face is burning
âI just want to know why.â Aizawa says, hunched over with his hands in his pockets. You can see how tense his shoulders are, and the furrow of his brows almost makes you want to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. In the middle of Musutafuâs central police station, you sit in an uncomfortably stiff chair that digs into your thighs, the plastic all but holding you in place. It wasnât even your faultâ Okay, maybe throwing the first punch was your fault. And ignoring Shoutaâs dire instructions to stay out of trouble. And maybe you deserve a slap on the wrist for instigatingâŚ.But what was a broken leg to a regeneration quirk?
And maybe the whole argument-in-front-of-the-police thing wasnât very smart either. So what, youâre a big boy. You can handle yourself, you donât need Shoutaâs saving.
âHeâll live.â Is all you say, watching Shoutaâs jaw clench. His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he nods once, crossing his arms over his chest. Through his black shirt, though baggy, you can see the swell of his biceps as they rest on his opposing knuckles. And because you just canât help yourself, you grumble, âBitch deserved it anyway.â
âRight..â He laughs, almost in disbelief, as he signs something you canât quite make out at the reception table. Then he turns to you and grabs your arm, tightening his grip as he walks you out the station. You have the urge to run, to scramble out of his grasp and go as far as your legs will take you. To your left, a police officer looks ready to ask you more questions but heâs interrupted before he can even take an opening breath. âHeâs with me, I got it handled.â
Youâre fucked.
âAirheaded little boys and bars donât mix,â He makes a passing comment, opening the passenger's seat to his car and hastily pushing you in. Usually, the casual dominance of his large, veiny hands buckling your seatbelt for you would have you swooning, raising your chin to steal a kiss on his stubbled cheek with a saccharine smile. Instead, you turn your head away, watching Shouta close the door and briskly walk to the driverâs seat, and from there he sits with bristle, moving his hair out of his handsome face. His eyes remain heavy-lidded, dark circles cascading into deep shadows around his tired eyes. âDo youââ
âI know you canât say the same for yourself, but I handle myself just fine.â You feel quite proud of yourself for that one, crossing your arms over your chest and setting your jawâ just like youâd seen the hero do before.
âAht, what do I always say about speaking over me?â Aizawaâs grip on your jaw tightens, squeezing your cheeks and pushing your lips together. You look much sweeter like this, quiet and anticipating as you look at him with wide eyes. His dark eyes are even darker, stone cold and unrelentingâ but you can see a trickle of red light gleam through them. âRepeat it.â
ââMânot shâposed shâtoâŚâ And part of you wants to ignore how the sadistic quirk of his lips upturns as you speak, but the brat in you just canât let it go. You roll your eyes, averting your gaze as if the traffic lights are the most entertaining things youâve seen in a while.
âOh, so you can listen,â You just choose not to. His grip loosens as he pulls out the parking lot, driving in silence.
Save for the occasional blinker signal sound as he drivesâ wherever youâre going isnât home, youâd realized after a particularly sharp turn into a vacant lot. During the drive, Aizawa seems to have collected himself, his long, dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail that trickled down his shoulders. Evidently, he didnât want to drive angry, and most certainly didnât want to punish you while angry. âNeed me to pound some sense into you, baby? Knock those bratty thoughts right outta that pretty head of yours?â
A high whine threatens to escape your throat, Shouta reaching over to grab your throat and nip at your lips, trailing hot, wet kisses and bites down to your chin and throat. He seems to move your body so easily, manhandling you into the perfect position to be used, into positions that have you whining and moaning like a slut. Your legs spread across his lap, and had his seat not been lowered, youâd surely have smacked your head into the ceiling.
Itâs embarrassing, all it takes is a few kisses and bites to have you rutting in his arms, desperate to blow off steam and even more desperate for him. Aizawaâs hands rest at your hips, holding you down while he grinds into you slowly, like heâs fucking you, save for the layers of clothes in the way. You click your tongue, fingers exploring the dark sea of hair framing his face. You go to pull, wrapping the locks around your fingers, but your efforts are fruitless.
âYou wanna touch? Thatâs cute. Ask for it, I know you can use your manners, gonna ask to touch me, baby?â He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and gruff and stern. Itâs completely rhetorical, heâs demanding you ask. The low purr of his voice sends shivers down your spine, instinctively you move to touch between your thighs, to feel pressure where you need it, but you canât.
Because Shouta stops you with his stupidly large and strong hands. Because Shoutaâs gaze is stern and downright scary. Because Shoutaâs dick could be inches down your throat by now, had you just been a good boy, and the promise of that in the future makes you want to pause. Still, you groan, because how dare he deprive you of his dick. How dare he let you sit there, drooling for it and whiney as if thatâs not evidence enough.
âYou just needed some attention, didnât you?â Aizawa purrs, unbuttoning your clingy jeans and pulling them past the swell of your ass to place a harsh smack straight across it. You jerk forward, face falling into his shoulder as he laughs at you, condescending and evil and mean. âNeeded Daddy to hold your hand, whisper a few pretty words in your ears and give that greedy pussy a stern talkinâ to.â
âDonâtâ donât call it that,â You whisper, weak in the knees and your limbs feel like jello.
âWhy not? Thatâs what it is, isnât it? Always so ready and pretty, always aching for Daddyâs tongue, fingers.. his cock. Got a perfect pussy on my boy, donât I? Sâa perfect fit.â
His dick springs to life, through the fly of his comfortable pants and twitching against his matching black sweatshirt. Your mouth waters, watching as the brown-pink tip leaks precum, a particularly pretty vein disappearing into the head and wrapping around his shaft. You want to trace it with your tongue, drool all over it and have him force it down your throat while you cry and moan. Knowing Shouta, heâd pinch your nose and watch you struggle to breathe with a sweet smile on his face.
You can hear the faint click of the center console organizer closing, and the loud squelch of lube pouring, but you donât expect the cool sensation of it being rubbed into your skin. It feels nice against the blazing smack from earlier, but all you can think of is how obscene you must look, whining in your Daddyâs arms while he prods at your hole and squeezes handfuls of your ass. Cool air brushes against your hole, youâre spread out for anyone to see, back arched while you push back on his fingers and moan like a whore.
âSuch a greedy hole,â Shouta tuts, smacking your ass once more as a warning to get you to stop moving. You both know if he wanted to he could simply grab your hips, hold you in place and finger your brains out, but he wants you to keep your composure yourself. You said it, anyways. You can handle yourself just fine. âGonna let me fuck this cunt stupid, baby? Stretch you out like you need it. Donât rush.â
His fingers curl inside you, moans bubbling in your throat as your hips buck forward, your front clothed and aching. Your eyes roll back, a knot forming in your stomach as your abdomen clenches and his fingers thrust into the same sweet spot over and over and over. You mewl and cry, blabbering nonsense into his ears while he nips at your cheek, calling you a slut for liking this so much, for trying to take his fingers deeper, even once theyâve reached the final knuckle.
âNever. Fuckinâ. Satisfied.â He enunciates with particularly sharp thrusts before slowly sliding his fingers out of you, feeling your hole wink around nothing, empty once again. He wipes the remaining lube on his fingers onto your face, watching as your watery eyes blink in delayed confusion. He smiles, sadistically sweet before slapping you across the cheek and pushing his fingers into your mouth, watching your lips curl into a dopey smile. Still, youâre empty.
Too empty.
âWait.. wait.. Shoâ, wanâ more.. câmon, give it tâme, please! I canâ Mâyour good boy, mâa good boy..â You sob, wailing in his cock as he pushes his head against your hole. You wriggle down, watching as his strong hands tighten around your waist. He holds you there, thrusting up into your hole to use you like a fleshlight, groaning as your warmth wraps around his big dick, and kisses his tip with velvet.
You squeal, eyes scrunched closed as he raises you up and down as if you weigh nothing, an aching burn in your thighs as you struggle to push down onto his cock.
âShut up, if they catch you taking a Pro-Heroâs dick like some whore thatâs all youâll ever be known for,â He gasps, spreading your cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear inside you through the side-view mirror. Sticky precum holds you two together, making a particularly sloppy sound when he pulls out completely, then slams back in. âBut youâd like that wouldnât you? Wanna be passed around at an agency, see how many loads you can take in that fuckinâ cunt.â
âMâsorry, Shouâ Mâsorry Daddy, please..!â
âYouâll take what I give you, brat,â His thrusts grow sluggish and sloppy as you crash into him and pant in his ear, tears streaming down your pretty face as every coherent thought leaves your brain. All you can muster out are jumbled pleas, toes curling as you grab his shirtâ how slutty you must look while heâs still fully clothed. âYou can handle yourself, right? Youâll cum on this dick with no hands, let Daddy fuck a load into you while you cum since you think youâre such a big boy.â
The knot in your abdomen tightens, your hole fluttering around his cock as Shouta moans, and you feel your body shutter as it briefly goes numb. Youâre cumming, your head falls forward as he uses you like a fucktoy, bouncing in his lap with tiny, âUh, uh, uhââs. Your hole grips him like a vice, swallowing his cock impossibly deep until you feel warmth flood your stomach, but before you can ride the high of getting your release, Shouta shoves you down at the hilt of his dick, pumping rope after rope inside you.
You want to cry, ball your hands into fists and beat at his chest because of course, youâre not allowed to cum. Of course, your orgasm is ruined and he gets to huff out satisfied breaths.
So mean.
âI know,â He sighs, breathless and tired as he slowly lifts you off his cock, hissing at the sensitivity. You let him do it, clawing at his shirt with a newfound lack of strength, whining as he catches the cum leaking out of you and pushes it back into your spent hole. He squeezes your ass one last time before pulling your pants and underwear back up, buttoning your jeans as if he didnât just fuck you within an inch of your life and leave you high and dry. âIâm so mean, so mean. Iâll make it up to you.â
Too fucked out to say anything, you let him situate you back in the passengers seat, watching as he buckles your seatbelt for you. Whining, you grab his wrist, letting a sleepy smile grace your lips as he kisses your cheek. You had a lot to talk about once you got home, but heâd let you sleep for now.
âBrat.â He hums, nothing but love in his voice.
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Hi, can you do a short piece for Luke Castellan x reader, where Luke saves a mortal reader from a monster and they fall in love please?
as long as i'm with you, hero
gif is not mine!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST!!!
word count: 1.1k
warnings: one singular swear word, reader calls luke a pretty boy, slight mentions of violence, overall just fluffy and cute, probably a little ooc and definitely doesn't follow the main plot.
summary: after luke saves the {reader} from a horrifying monster, they fall in love. that's it, that's the plot.
Before I even knew it, a creature I had only ever heard of in myths was approaching me. I was terrified when I saw the Antaeus, an ugly, brooding, red creature nearing where I sat on a bench in Central Park. I looked around, hoping someone saw the demon too, but no one even looked up. I felt crazy, deranged even, hoping, and praying to any and every god I knew possibly existed. I didnât want to die today. I was frozen onto the cold, metal bench, not knowing whether to run for my life or not, wondering if I was hallucinating all of this. The creature was ten feet away from me. Well shit. I thought. I didnât know I was dying today.Â
Suddenly, as the creature continued to tramp towards me, a young man, about my age, in a highlighter orange tee-shirt ran at the monster head on. I was shocked. I thought I was the one who could see the horrible thing, but apparently, the handsome boy with the dark curls could see him, too. His sword slashed at the creature, but every wound the boy inflicted on him was healed by the Earth. I guess Gaea was his mother. The boy, then coming up with a strategy, jumped up on the monster and hoisted him up with his...what is that? Flying shoes? Then, he sliced the head of the monster, and it turned into ash. The boy fell to the ground with a sickening smack. He didnât move, so I rushed towards him. No one in the crowd looked at the poor boy, except me. Could no one see what was happening except me? I rushed to the boys side, kneeling down on the ground. I placed a hand on his chest to make sure his heart was beating, and it was. His breath was steady, but it looked like he must of fainted from impact, possibly having a concussion. I couldn't tell if he hit his head or not. I shook him slightly, and then again, when eventually his eyes fluttered open, and oh my god, his eyes were stunning. Â
âAre you alright?â I asked, concerned about the boy. He winced a little bit when he tried to sit up, obviously embarrassed to be lying flat on the cold ground.  Â
He sighed and winced at the sun that was directly in his eyes. âIâve been better. Who are you anyways? Did you see everything that just happened?âÂ
I nodded my head. âYeah. I feel like Iâm the only one who saw the Antaeus until you came out of nowhere.âÂ
âWell, I guess youâre just different, like me.â He met my eyes, and I swear I could feel my heart beat out of my chest just looking at this stranger. âWhatâs your name?âÂ
âMy name is {reader}. Whatâs yours? Thank you for saving me, by the way. I would probably be dead by now if it wasnât for you.âÂ
He finally sat up to meet face me, ruffling his hair, trying to make it look a little more presentable, I assumed. âLuke. Luke Castellan. And, youâre welcome. Never hurts to help a pretty person like you.âÂ
âNice to meet you, Luke.â I said, blushing slightly. âNow tell me, what just happened and why could I see something no one but you could?â Â
That day, Luke told me all about the world of demigods, Greek myths, and gods, and how everything that I have been told about them is real. He told me that his father, Hermes, abandoned him to fend for himself a long time ago, and now, nine years later, he was here, fighting off monsters for a camp that he felt didnât appreciate him. Â
Something else I discovered that day was that I am in love with Luke Castellan. His dark eyes and scar on the side of his face that I wanted so badly to kiss, and his demeanor of confidence that I learned was a ruse all made me fall deeply in love with him. Â
All of this happened six months ago, and now, this mysterious demigod who saved my life is my boyfriend, and I am an honorary member of Camp Halfblood, due to my inclination to see through what the people at the camp call the mist, which put me in danger. The camp was beautiful, and I learned skills such as sparing, archery, and sword fighting. I spent time with Luke on the beautiful sunny days that seemed to last forever at the camp.Â
I was walking across the archery field in my camp tee-shirt and bathing suit, using my hand to cover my face from the sun. I was alone, or so I thought, when all the sudden I heard footsteps following me to the lake. I looked back and saw the beautiful face of my even more beautiful boyfriend. I paused my walking and let him catch up to me. He picked me up in his arms and spun me around. I let out a joyful laugh, holding on to him in order not to hit the ground. He sat me down carefully and looked into my eyes, smiling his gorgeous smile that captivated me all those months ago.Â
âHi.â He said, smiling down at me. The sun hit his face at the perfect angle, illuminating all his features that I loved so much. He looked like a god, and I guess that was fitting, because he technically was partially one. Â
âHi, pretty boy.â I replied, in awe of him. My hands rested on his shoulders as I continued to admire every part of his face. My fingers went up to trace the scar on his face up and down. He relished the feeling, leaning onto my hand. I moved to caress his face, embracing his warmth. Â
His eyes fluttered to my lips, and I smiled at him, pressing my body closer to his. He pressed our lips together, and every time, I felt blissful. He tasted like sugar and sunshine, and he was so gentle and soft with me. He started to press kisses all over my face, causing my face to warm up, not due to how hot it is. He placed one more lingering kiss to my lips, grinning into me. He grabbed my hand. Â
âLetâs got swim, sweetheart.â Â
âAnything as long as Iâm with you, hero.âÂ
He smiled, pressing a kiss to my neck as we walked. I hoped in this moment that these days of sunshine and my pretty boyfriend never ended. Â
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ćŠ (TACHIBANA/JĂ) haitani rindou
nsfw (smut) mdni
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part i / what would you do for love?
You think the summer of 2008 is bittersweet.
You did a lot of things back then -- finishing your gap year after graduating last summer and working a part-time job at a Family Mart in central town. Applied for countless of universities in Tokyo while questioning if it was really what you wanted to do. Experienced your parents' divorce and watched as your father cut ties and left you and your mother alone to pick yourselves up piece by piece. Lost your virginity to a boy you liked a lot and got your fragile heart broken by him after.
Not everything from that summer was bad -- you just don't like thinking about it a lot. There were good times and new experiences; yet the memories of you and Rindou will forever over-shine them and it always gets so awful that you'd prefer not to think about it so often because it only does nothing but makes your heart ache whenever you're reminded of that day and the day after.
A random afternoon in July and the two of you are spending the day kissing each other stupid in his childhood home. Rindou tastes like peppermint and tobacco and you cannot get enough of his lips -- so you keep on kissing him until your lips are tired and sore and he decides to pause for a moment to look into your ocean eyes.
You both come from a small town located in Kanagawa Prefecture. The people living there are warm like summer and were never cold like the winter; families care for each other as their own and that's also how you've come to know these two boys.
You grew up with the two sons of Mr and Mrs Haitani -- just born a year after their youngest and you follow them everywhere they go; from watching them play basketball at the park to climbing rooftops together of random shop lots in town.
One particular activity you enjoy doing with them is having competitions on picking mandarins at the nearby orchard, and you will always hold those moments dear to your heart despite everything else -- because you were never good at picking mandarins but there will always be Rindou beside you sneakily throwing in a couple extras in your basket when the time's running out and Ran is loudly boasting about his basket full of the citrus. And you'll look into Rindou's and notice there isn't anything inside, because what was once in there were now in yours and he ends up having to clean Ran's room for a week as his punishment for not getting any. And the two of you will meet eyes when the older boy isn't looking -- he'll fist bump you, "I got'chu," with a bright, handsome grin and you'll always blush in return.
The boys left for Tokyo as soon as they turned 14 and 15 and they seldom come back home for visits. You don't see them a lot, just during the summer when they spend a few weeks over with dyed hairs and different piercings and when it happens you always get so happy because you get to leave their house after with a few gentle kisses snuck to you in the kitchen while your families are busy chatting on the dinner table.
This summer, you're 19 and Rindou will be turning 20 soon. Ran had just turned 21 in May and it makes you feel a bit sad when you think about it -- the three of you used to hang out every day while fooling around at the park and talking about the future and now all of a sudden they're in their 20s and you don't talk a lot.
The brothers are spending the holiday back home and when the news broke you immediately ran over to their house, your flip flops loud against the tar road and the boys hear you before they see you. You hug Rindou first, Ran next and the older boy says he got you something and you grin brightly at his words. Rindou tugged you behind when he made sure Ran is walking ahead and is not going to look back and he kissed your rosy cheek as a greeting. You giggled into his back and he simply pulled you along by hooking pinkies and he'd only let you go when his parents were in sight.
Then on, you stop by whenever your hands are free and you always bring something with you whenever you visit -- their mother has always loved a good gift and it never fails to have your heart warm and flutter when she pulls you close and kisses your cheek for your sweetness. You brought watermelons today -- Grandpa got a good deal from a family friend and said to take some along and give it to the Haitanis when you go.
Two empty cans of Asahi and neatly cut triangles of the fruit sits in a porcelain plate on Rindou's desk, all left untouched and soggy because neither of you thinks that watermelon is sweeter than each other's lips.
And they're chasing each other -- yours and his. Red, swollen, and a bit purple too from the teasing bites and harsh sucks you give to each other, but you don't seem to care and he pulls you close to his face again to sigh dreamily into your mouth when you sit on him just right.
If his mother were to come up here and ask for the plate back, you're sure she'd scream and yell and hit the both of you when she finally finds out what the hell is actually going on with her youngest and the girl living down the street who have been hiding in his bedroom with the door locked all day. You figure it'd be considered filthy -- you're sitting on top of Rindou who so obviously has a very difficult boner that's needs to be taken care of and you're grinding your hips on it slowly.
He moans when you press down harder and his hands fly down to your waist and he grips your meat tight. He holds and keeps you there and he rests his head on your shoulder.
You think it's a bit complicated between you and him. It's not like you're dating. You're nothing like a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship -- you've never had that talk before. You've never confessed your feelings either. And yet he treats you so differently than he does to the other girl living down the street -- Himeko, who have always treated him nicer than usual. She's nice to Ran, she's nice to you, but she is so much nicer to Rindou and it makes you see red sometimes whenever you spot them both standing in an alleyway and she passes him a bento box she prepared that morning or some handmade keychains she learnt at a workshop in school.
But Rindou will reject them every single time and you'll always get giddy when he walks over to you and ruffles your hair. "Let's go." And he pushes you forward with a hand pinching your nape.
Rindou sends you a gift every spring without miss and he writes you letters sometimes because you've told him before that you don't use the Internet often. There will always be a few snacks and keychains attached in the parcel; sometimes it's box and sometimes it's a big brown envelope. It depends on what he sends but big or small, you don't mind. You don't care. Because they're from him -- the letters are handwritten, gifts are handpicked and his hard-earned money were spent. It is all that matters.
You hide and kiss each other behind doors or when you think people aren't looking. You were 15 when you gave him your first kiss in your bedroom after you both had a little bit too much of his father's stolen beer to drink but he tells you he doesn't regret it the next day. You shook your head with a smile and said that it was never a mistake. You're not too sure if the kiss was his first too, but you remember that he was blushy when he inched closer to your lips and stamped a firm kiss on it. Rindou was 16 when he kissed you for the first time and you always hold it dear to your heart.
Since then, Rindou kisses you whenever he can and you always return it while pressing a thumb into his bicep as affection -- he's told you once he doesn't like it when people touch him there because he is training but he never pushes you away when you do it. Instead, he smirks and wraps a hand behind your neck.
Rindou never does those things to Himeko; he only does them to you.
And it makes you feel so special even though you've never established anything -- you're not exclusive. But he always holds your hand when he walks you home after waiting for you to finish summer school and he carries your bag on one shoulder while your swing your hands back and forth.
You're straddling his lap and Rindou lips part to say something but you're feeling a bit cheeky. You feel like teasing him because he's got a stupid smirk on his face. So you jerk your hip forward just a little and he moans. All the smugness on his handsome face disappears and a mouth-opened moan breaks through his lips so loud you had to clamp a hand over it to make sure his pretty noise doesn't travel any further -- you definitely don't want anybody to be catching the two of you like this right now.
He rests his head on the headboard and half-lidded eyes peer at you. He sticks his tongue out to lick your palm and you wipe it on his shirt with a scowl and he laughs. You're busy getting his saliva off your hand and he takes the chance to admire you -- his pretty girl who he thinks is so sexy right now with a strap of her tank top falling off her shoulder and the hem of it run up beneath her breasts, bun loose and stray hairs framing her pretty face.
And despite the rough and brave demeanour he presents to all the people who aren't you, Rindou is nothing but putty in your arms when he slides sneaky hands under your tank top and squeezes your mounds. You're shy when he fondles them like stress balls and you gasp when he pushes them up a little and squeeze even harder.
Rindou feels as though he's falling in love with you all over again.
But he doesn't tell you that.
Instead, he dips both thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and he pushes it down. He's blushing when the red of your lace is exposed and you're bold when you reach for the condom on his nightstand and put it to his mouth. He takes it as a cue to bite down on the packaging and rips it open. It's torn and you see the condom inside, but you don't take it out -- not yet.
A hand moves down to his exposed dick and your touch is electric when your pointer grazes along the vein running up to his angry tip and it turns dangerous when you wrap your hand around and give it a few pumps and strokes. He moans at the stimulation and pre-cum leaks from the slit and rolls down his shaft.
You think his dick looks so pretty.
You finally let go when you're satisfied at teasing him to take the rubber out with shaky hands and he watches with cloudy eyes as you roll it down his thick length. You drooled a little when you first saw it -- it's big and long and thick and you weren't sure if it was gonna fit. But he kisses your concern away and tells you to trust him -- and you trust him the most -- so you do. And you believe him when he tells you it wouldn't hurt so bad if you relax and let him do all the work.
And it didn't. It really didn't hurt at all when he pushes it in -- just a bit breath-knocking when he bottoms out and you whine into his ear that it feels good when he moves his hips like that. Rindou continues fucking you that way until you feel something funny bubble up in your abdomen -- you've touched yourself before and you're sure every other girl of your age has, but you've never felt anything like this while doing that and it makes you panic a little when it gets stronger and you doubt you can take it anymore.
"R-Rin, feels weird." Your mouth is ajar with soft gasps escaping and you tilt your head back on the soft pillow. He slows down a little to observe your body and control his strength to make sure you're not in pain, that he's not hurting you, but when he sees the pretty look on your face he smiles a little and continues. You roll your eyes back and grip his shoulder tight, nails digging into his skin and he hisses at the sting.
"Got'chu, pretty."
And you let everything go at it. Your thighs feels sticky and wet and you're so tired but you don't care because it felt so good -- he felt so good.
Rindou takes you in his bed again and again that afternoon; bending your bodies in different positions and kissing your lips so sweetly until there's not a single coherent thought going through your brain despite it being your first time because you think it was so magical. He made you feel so good and you know you want to do it with him again. So you don't stop until you're all spent and he loses it -- and by that he means moaning uncontrollably until his mother gets up to knock on the door and ask what is happening inside.
(She doesn't find out.)
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You sit with him side by side on a bench at the park later that evening after getting cleaned and sneaking out through his window. You're holding a plastic bowl of kakigori in your hands and he's sipping on another can of Asahi despite you telling him to knock it off -- alcohol is bad and he'll become addicted (you say that as if you don't drink as well) but he simply wraps an arm around your frame and forces your head to rest on his shoulder. "I'll be fine." He smirks and you smack his thigh as a warning.
A bunch of young children are running around the playground, chasing each other and giggling happily while you kick your feet in the air and feed yourself another spoon of the sweetened shaved ice. Rindou crushes the now empty can and aims it to the nearby bin -- it circles around the mouth and slowly, it lands to the bottom with a clang and he claps with a cheer.
You knee his butt with a laugh and he bends to pick a wild flower from the bush. "Did Waseda reply?" He asks in a soft voice while dusting dirt off the petals and shuffle closer to you. You lick the spoon clean and blink dumbly when a hand reaches up to tuck your hair away and slot the flower on your ear. He adjusts it with a smile and he thinks you look real pretty like this. "No. Not yet." You reply, a bit stunned from his actions and you grin when he ruffles your hair. "Todai replied, though. But I wanna make sure I have all my options laid out first." And he listens as you continue to ramble about the other letters of acceptance you've received so far.
"I hope I don't make the wrong choice. Can't imagine losing myself studying something I don't like or at a place I don't find peace in."
"You won't."
He lifts your chin with two fingers.
"Look up."
Instead of the bright orange sun and pretty sunset in the sky, all you see is a camera pointed at your face and the next thing you hear is a loud click.
"Hey!" You smack his elbow with an angry red blush and he cackles while shoving the camera back into his pocket. "What? You're pretty. Wanna look at you forever."
"'M not." You fix your hair out of embarrassment from his praise while making sure the flower is in place -- he gave it to you and you don't wanna lose it. It's a pretty one too. "You are. You're the prettiest girl in the world." Rindou says it loudly and you pout when a lady walks past while looking at the two of you with judgemental eyes. But he ignores her and he makes you ignore her too when he leans down to press a kiss on your forehead, hands snaking around your neck and your eyelids flutter at his gentleness. You wrap yourself around him when you stand up, the plastic in your hands tossed at the ground to engulf him in a bear hug. He blushes when he feels your boobs press against his chest but you press your lips on his neck, feeling his quick pulse against them and he thinks he feels a bit more normal now.
"I never wanna lose you." He murmurs it to your ear and your heart tightens a little at it. But you hear some kind of hidden message in his words and you rub his back.
". . . My money is tight, so Tokyo isn't confirmed. Waseda and the others are just options. I also applied to the community college just in case. And you leave tomorrow. If things don't go as planned and I don't go to Tokyo, I'll have to wait another year to see you." Your lips wobble a little when you say it. Waiting for Rindou to come back home every summer was never easy and you can only count on the letters and merch he sends for you to feel closer to his heart.
". . . I'm staying here another week. Ran is going back alone tomorrow." You loosen your grip on him and look up into his eyes to search for any lies and uncertainty in them -- but all you see is sincerity and warmth and love. There's a certain look on his face that you can't decipher, though. You don't know what it means and what he really wants to say but you choose to brush it off when you're reminded that he called you a pretty girl and cup his cheeks with a grin.
"Really?" "Yeah." "Stay the night then. Ma won't know if we're quiet." "'Kay."
Ran stands behind the two of you under a tree and watches with betrayed eyes as you kiss and hug each other under the 6pm sun. He stares down at the taiyaki in his hand and angrily dumps it away in a bin. Ran knew you liked taiyaki. But Ran never knew that you liked Rindou more. And he walks away with that newfound knowledge as a long and sharp knife to his chest.
"Idiot Rin." Ran scoffs and shoves his hands into his pockets. "So much for saying you don't like her. Where does that fuckin' leave me?" He tuts and doesn't look at where he's going because he bumps into Himeko on the way back. He looks at her and notice that she's crying, face red with tears running down her cheeks and she brings an angry fist up to hit Ran on the shoulder. "Didn't you like her? Why is she with Rindou?" She yells and pokes a finger into his chest and Ran doesn't push her away. He doesn't call her names when she starts getting violent by kicking his leg. Instead, he lets Himeko release all her anger on him and he can only bite his lip and look up at the orange sky. ". . . Beats me, 'Hime."
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You wake up at 2 in the afternoon the next day, head throbbing from a migraine and you pat on the area beside. It suddenly comes to you that Rindou isn't beside you in your bed. Though it makes sense, because it is halfway through the day and Rindou has always been a morning person.
But when you look around your room you realise that his stuff is all gone -- the Nirvana t-shirt that was hanging on the wall last night is not there. His metal glasses isn't on your nightstand. You don't smell his cologne in the air. There are no traces of him in your bedroom and you grow confused.
So you trot down the stairs with sore legs and cover your neck with your hands to ask your mother if she's seen him or Ran around. But she simply shakes her head and says that Ran took the first train back to Tokyo alone early in the morning. "Ran dropped by to say farewell. And he also left you something, it's on the table." She nods to the coffee table and you see a box on it. It's a bit big but you nod and look back at her.
"I didn't see Rindou, though. I asked Ran about him earlier and he said that Rindou will be gone for quite some time after this visit. I don't know what he meant by that but the boy looked sad when he said it. Maybe Rindou's already went back to Tokyo, I don't know. Or maybe he won't be coming back here anymore. Beats me. But I wish him the best, though. He's always been a bright kid with a bright future."
You run back to your room before your mother can finish her words and you call Rindou's number. You press the phone to your ear with shaky hands and it goes straight to voicemail. You dial his number again and again and pull at your hair when he doesn't pick up. So you spit it to his voicemail to go fuck himself for leaving you. You tell him that you never want to believe him anymore for lying to you. You cry that you are a fool for loving him. You love him. You loved him. "Don't ever let me see you again, Rindou." And you throw your phone at the wall angrily.
26 July 2008. Rindou was gone.
You went from seeing him every day to waiting for him to come home every summer and to not seeing him ever again.
And you laugh to yourself whenever your intoxicated mind travels back to the moment of you and Rindou in the park 7 years ago now that you're 26 and a working adult living alone in Tokyo. You don't bump into any of the brothers in the city. You lose contact with both and also Himeko.
Summer of 2008 is bittersweet.
And you weren't the only one who felt that way.
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From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Eight
âManhattans and Big Appetitesâ (Avery POV) Start | Previous | Next
âKnock, knock,â dad bellowed after the chime of the opening elevator. âGuess who I ran into in the park?â
I clapped shut my book and lay it down on the cold, black granite of the kitchen island, rising from my LEM bar stool to greet father. He was grinning when I came around the corner to the entryway of my penthouse. Sweat dripped off the flattened hair on his burly forearms, athletic shirt clinging to his broad chest and running shorts snug enough that I had to avert my gaze. However, it was the sight of the man flanking him that made my jaw drop.
âJohn fucking Lafferty!â Dad announced, turning to John to clap him on the shoulder, âWhat are the chances?â I was wondering the same thing, as the freshly remembered taste of the silver foxâs potent cum tickled my tastebuds.
âI hope Iâm not intruding,â John said with an easy smile in my direction, his own athletic attire hardly damp on his slender body. âDavid thought we all might enjoy an aperitif and wouldnât take no for an answer.â
âOf course not,â I forced myself to say. âI was just a bit surprised, but Iâll mix us a few drinks while you two rinse off.â
 ââAtta boy,â dad said as the two of them advanced into the expansive living room overlooking Central Park, filling the air with the raw testosterone of a manâs exertion. My heart thumped.
âDadâs predictable, but whatâs your poison, John?â I asked, wincing as he squeezed my ass while my fatherâs back was turned.
âSurprise me.â
I nodded, stepping aside and out of his grasp, âLetâs keep it simple then, three Manhattans coming right up.â I could barely finish the sentence when my father peeled off his shirt, baring a furry barrel of a chest, and John quickly followed suit.Â
Dad had never been as shy as I might have preferred, but now he relished every opportunity to show off the results of his addition of Ferdinand Ferrariâthe famed personal trainer to the starsâto his private staff two years ago. Johnâs smirk widened as a rosy blush invaded my practiced, stoic expression, but mercifully my father was oblivious to the awkwardness of this moment.
âMy boy makes a great Manhattan, John. Better than sex, I always say,â dad boasted, nearly breaking Johnâs composure as he stifled a snorting laugh. âHe missed his calling as a bartender.â
âI canât wait.â Lafferty grinned back at me as he walked.
I was gladdened for a break in the conversation when the two men made their way toward the sauna and guest bathrooms. I shut my eyes and sucked in a series of deep breaths to steady myself before making my way to the bar.Â
My fingers trembled as I grabbed a triplet of fine glasses from a cabinet, itching to reach down towards the rigid cock in my British Airways lounge pants. Iâd been making Manhattans for my father since I was a small boy, and the familiar task was soothing in that moment. The clink of ice in the large tumbler. The gentle splashesâbourbon, vermouth, and bitters caressing and complementing each other. I closed my eyes as I stirred them all together, tension draining away until a hand slid down the back of my pants.
Firm fingers gripped the soft, bare flesh of my ass, and John rasped in my ear with hot breath, âLooks delicious, boy.â I jolted from my meditation and nearly dropped the drink, startling backward against his warm, white-furred chest and the bulging gray towel wrapped round his waist. âI couldnât help myself.â
âDad could be back any momentâŚâ
âI know,â the older man grinned as I turned my head, latching his lips to mine and driving a thick forefinger between my cheeks to tease my tightened hole. âIsnât it exciting?â He growled into my mouth, gripping my neck in his other hand to hold me in place.
I struggled against him, but my hand reflexively found a grip on the growing knob of his cock. My meek attempt to escape just invigorated the man, his hips grinding that slab of manhood against me.
âWhat do you think heâd do if he came back to you bent over this kitchen counter?â John teased. âWhat would any man do with an ass so ripe for the taking?â
âDonât be an asshole.â I shoved him off me, sending him backpedaling a few steps.
Still, Lafferty held that infuriating grin, filled with unshakeable confidence and ravenous entitlement. âIâm just having a little fun.â He planted his hands behind him on the counter and leaned back casually, giving me an unobstructed view of the manâs exquisite body. It was much as Iâd always imagined beneath those fine suits, lean and firm flesh with a layer of middle-age pudge and a forest of silver hair from neck to toe. The sight was nearly enough to drive me back into his arms, but dad returned, also clad in a towel around the waist, just in time to stop me.
âWhereâre those drinks, Avery? The men are thirsty!â He chuckled, meeting my nervous smile with an oblivious grin as he patted the slight roundness of his muscled belly and let his fingers graze through the forest of dark hair.
âComing right up.â I deftly strained the chilled liquid into our martini glasses and handed them off to each of the other men. âSo, what are we drinking to?â
Lafferty grinned and declared, âTo friends, old and new,â nodding to dad and myself respectively. The clink of our glasses was like the shot of a starter pistol, and the bittersweet drink sprinted down my throat.
Dad snorted and teased, âSlow down, son. Itâs not a race.â I smiled sheepishly and forced myself to a pace, already feeling the pleasant haze of a well-mixed drink setting in over this awkward encounter. Quietly, we sipped our drinks and gazed out the kitchen windows over a dimming Central Park cast in the warm, soft glow of sunset.
âDid you know, David,â John began, glancing at me with the barest hint of a smirk, âthat little Avery has a new beau at the office?â
âA secret suitor, huh?â Dad exclaimed, squeezing my shoulder. âHe better be quite the guy to be worthy of my boy. So, when am I meeting him?â
I could scarcely breathe as my chest clenched with anxious irritation, and I hid my crimson cheeks behind the rim of my glass as I stalled for time.
âItâs all very hush, hush, I believe,â Lafferty interceded. âBut Iâve always had a sixth sense for these sorts of things.â
âItâs just new,â I managed to add quietly, ânothing much to discuss.â
Dad arched a bushy eyebrow suspiciously but nodded, âSure, son, but Iâm glad youâre getting out there. Just be careful with those office romances. They can get a bit messy.â He grinned.
âHow is the new Mrs. Appelbaum, David?â John asked, mercifully shifting the conversation away from me. âI saw her on the cover of Esquire the other day and, ahem,â he winked, âcouldnât resist picking up a copy to peruse later.â
Dad chuckled and leaned back against the counter, arm propped on the black granite, and said, âAbsolutely fantastic, John.â He clapped a hand over my ear and joked, âEar muffs, buddy,â before going on, âimagine waking up every morning with that body in bed next to you. All yours and so eager to please.â
I blushed as I swatted his hand away and protested, âJesus, dad. We donât need every detail.â
âI could stand to hear a bit more,â John said with a chortle. âSheâs a doll, but the Mrs. doesnât exactly spark my engine these days.â
âYou ever think of getting a newer model?â Dad laughed. âIt can make you feel like a brand new man.â
âNah, the wife and I are happy, but that doesnât mean a man canât have a little fun on the side,â Lafferty grinned at me. âIâve been chasing this hot young thing at the office.â
âAre you guys hungry?â I tried to interrupt.
âMaybe in a bit, buddy,â dad practically growled at me before turning back to John. âGood for you, man. Any luck with her so far?â
âActually,â John leaned back and propped his hand behind his head, âI donât mind telling you I got one of the best BJs of my life the other day.â
âFuck, man,â dad nodded, his voice husky and laden with a rough edge of masculinity. âThat sounds real good right about now.â As the bulges in the two menâs towels became unmistakably larger, I gazed intently out the window. In a hushed voice, dad added, âLet me know if she has a friend. Wouldnât mind having a nice little piece of ass to tap whenever Iâm in the city.â
âHah, Iâll have to ask,â John smirked, nodding down to the obvious shape jutting below dadâs waist, âlooks like itâs been a long week without the Mrs. for you.â
âOh,â dad muttered in a flustered voice, âsorry, I didnâtââ He shifted his body to hide the excitement their conversation had stirred up. âExcuse me. Why donât you get started on dinner, buddy, and weâll get dressed a bit more properly? Iâll leave an extra pair of lounge clothes out for you, John.â He hurriedly fled back to the guest rooms, leaving John and I alone.
âYouâre a real asshole, you know that?â I hissed as soon as dad was out of earshot. âWhat the fuck game are you playing?â
John looked at me, eyes glinting like a starving predator, and surged forward to pin me against the counter. His firm body rubbed me as his lips engulfed mine. His tongue tasted bittersweet, exploring my mouth with the natural entitlement of a man whoâd never been denied anything. I pushed back against him, but he pinned my hands down on the granite and snarled, âDonât pretend like you donât want this, boy.â
With one last probe of his tongue, he released me and stepped back, propping his hands on his hips as he let his towel uncoil and fall to the floor. His meaty cock bobbed, hanging between his thighs like a piece of bait meant to lure me to my knees. âAfter that conversation, itâll be fast,â he promised, âbut youâre going to give me that sweet mouth again unless you want David to walk in on us like this.â
Heart racing, furious breaths swelling my slender chest, I wanted to throttle the infuriating man. But all that stress and anger had me throbbing in my lounge pants. John startled backward when I lunged to my knees and swallowed the length of his cock straight down my throat, slobbering on him like a desperate whore.
âOh fuck,â he groaned, rearing his head back. âGood boy, Avery. Thatâs itâmoan like a bitch while you suck daddyâs fat cock.â The older man grabbed my head in both hands and thrusted forward, pushing his mushroom head deeper as it gushed precum. âIâm gonna breed your hot little ass next time,â he boasted, âmake you moan for my load like the needy whore you are.â
With every word, I slurped on his cock more hungrily, begging with my mute lips for the heady contents of the heavy nuts against my chin. He lasted barely more than a minute before his fingers clenched at my skull and his pungent seed flooded into my eager mouth. Throbbing, jolts of cum splattered against the roof of my mouth until his jizz had coated every inch of my insides from my lips to my stomach.Â
After one last thrust, spurting a final glob straight down my gullet, he let out a satisfied sigh and pulled me off of him. âFuck, my boy,â he said as he stepped back, âyou really do make me feel like a new man. You like all that power. Donât you, son?â John raised his bare foot to plant it on my chest, gently but firmly pushing me until I submitted and shifted back to lie on the floor. The man stood atop me, shifting his weight to pin me there, and grinned down as I looked up. âBeneath a real man, just where you belong. Isnât it?â
âWell, thatâs enough of that. Your dadâs sure to be back soon.â John gestured to the towel on the floor beside me and I blushed as I obediently handed it up to him. He wrapped it back around his waist, offering me one last look at his dripping cock before he made his way toward the guest rooms and said, âNow get to work on dinner, boy. Feels like you worked up our appetites.âÂ
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I saw back to the sewers added in the masterlist and I just HAD TO make a request!
Can I request Leo having a rough yet emotion filled night with his S/O once he returns from the future? Maybe he even talks about the family had made there
Back From The Future (Angst/Fluff)
BTTS!Leonardo x reader
A/N: I thought this idea was cute, and I hope that this is somewhat what you were looking forđ
Warnings: Emotions, øh?
The moment you learned that your boyfriend had returned, after having disappeared a year ago, you sprinted to the lair. You hadnât even tied your shoes, your coat just hanging on by your shoulders as you ran down the street and through the cold night, running straight for Central Park, heading directly for the lair, tears pushing at the back of your eyes.
The moment you saw Leo in the lair, you pushed past whoever stood in your way and threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around him as you pulled him in for a hug. Leoâs arms found you immediately, holding you as close as possible. So close, as if his life depended on it, burying his face against your neck. Oh, how he had missed you. A whole year. And every single day, he had been thinking about you. Missing you. Hoping to see you one day again.
At this point you could not hold back your tears any longer. Your shoulders shaking as you sobbed, burying your face against his plastron. Leo could not hold his emotions back either, taking in shaky breaths as he tried to calm himself down, but to no avail. He finally had you in his arms again, a feeling so great that he could not hold back the tears, crying against your shoulder as he held you close, neither of you ever wanting to let go again.
That night you stayed in the lair, just like you used to do, before Leo and his family disappeared. It was now that Leo had the time to explain to you what had happened. Between softs hugs and kisses, along with sudden tearful outburst of emotions, Leo told you where he had been for the past year. Or when, to be exact. When he first told you that he had traveled in time, you did not believe him. You almost questioned him, wanting to know why he wouldnât tell you the truth, but then you realized, Leo had never lied to you. Leo would never lie to you. And by the way he was holding you, and the way he was looking at you, you knew he was telling the truth. Your boyfriend and his family had been around a 100 years into the future, unable to get back, spending a year in the far future. And boy, did Leo had much to tell you about.
That evening, Donnie worked tirelessly with the help of April and Sterling, in order to get a lab up and working as fast as possible, while Mikey, Raph and Casey stood around, watching them work. While that was going on, you and Leo were tangled up in his room, staying in his bed for hours, just talking, enjoying each otherâs company, and expressing strong motions.
For the first few moments, neither you or Leo spoke. Instead he laid with his face buried against the crock of your neck, his arms tightly around, as in fear that you would disappear if he let go. At times both you and him would suddenly begin sobbing, followed by the words of how much you had missed each other. Once your tears had stopped falling, you would engage in small tender kisses, followed by more silent hugging, feeling the warmth and comfort of each otherâs presence.
As time went on, you and Leo would slowly loosen up. Your arms werenât as tightly wrapped around each other as before, instead just loosely draped over each other, letting you create some space, so that you could look at each other.
With your head resting on Leoâs strong arm, you listened as he talked about the things he had experienced in the future, all while his other hand smoothed over your arm, his fingers tracing small shapes as he spoke. At one point you grabbed a soft hold of his hand, entwining your fingers, your thumb stroking the side of his knuckle. How you had missed the feeling of his hand in yours.
âAre you going to miss him?â, you asked after Leo had spoken about Cody.
âOf course Iâll miss himâ, Leo said, looking down at your entwined fingers with a soft smile. âHeâs a sweet kid. He learned quickly and has a very bright mind. It will be strange not being able to talk to him anymoreâ. Leo let go of your hand, in order to wrap his arm around you once more, pulling you close so that your face was mere inches from his. âBut as much as Iâm going to miss him, Iâm just glad to be homeâ. Leo pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling you in for another tight hug, resting head against your shoulder. âIâve missed you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how often I thought about you. There were times I couldnât sleep, just thinking about youâ.
âI know, Leoâ, you whispered, your voice shaking as you felt your throat closing in once more as you spoke, your arms wrapping under his, holding on to his shoulder. âIâve missed you too. Every single day, Iâve been thinking about you. But now Iâm just glad that youâre backâ.
And so, the rest of the night, you and Leo stayed wrapped up in each otherâs arms, trying to catch up on the time spent apart. Talking about what else he and his family had been up to in the far future, along how you had managed to spend your time. But none of it could compare to the feeling of finally having your boyfriend back in your arms. After a whole year, you were finally able to be together again.
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We're gonna have a fucking baby
Kendall Roy x f!reader (Smut) 3.2k word count
Summary: After spending the day with Kendall and his two kids, Kendall admits he frequently fantasizes about having another baby with you. This conversation quickly leads to an intimate night of him trying to make that happen.
âI mean, is this all my life is y/n? Forty years of fucking upâ.
âKen, your life is forty years of being an amazing older brother, a hardworking son, and a great dad! Maybe with a few hiccups along the way butâŚwho's counting?â you exclaimed as you placed a fresh cup of coffee in front of your emotionless boyfriend. His large eyes staring back at his reflection in the black liquid.
âThe press is counting, my family is fucking counting. And you donât have to lie y/n, I know I am neglectful in all those relationships. Especially with my kidsâ he roughly remarked.
For weeks you had been pushing the idea of Kendall spending more time with his kids. Whenever he had a day off you would throw out suggestions like, âHey Ken, the weathers great! Maybe we should bring Sophia and Iverson to Central Park.â Or âNYC has so many museums, we should take Sophia to the ballet, and Iverson to the Hall of Scienceâ. Never intending to make Kendall feel like a deadbeat dad. You knew how he admired his kids. Occasionally he just needed a little push to be there for them.Â
Due to Kendallâs lackluster attitude you figured today wasnât the day to ask kendall if he wanted to make plans with his kids. Maybe it was the warm Saturday morning air flooding the usually chilling apartment, or the fact that Kendall was finally not in the office on a weekend but you just had to throw out the idea one more time. âKen, I know you're having a rough dayâ you said softly as you reached out to squeeze his open hand. âBut maybe not being cooped up in the office or your apartment will make you feel better-â
âLook, I know where you're going with this y/n and Iâm not going to another one of your fucking pilates classes.â Kendall directly cutting off your sentence before you could finish. You couldnât help but laugh at your boyfriend's consistent apathy.
âDamn, but I just love seeing you so worked up and sweatyâ you retort. âNo Ken, I was going to say, why don't we take Sophia and Iverson to the zoo today?â you cheerfully presented. To your surprise Kendalls eyes nearly seemed to light up at the word âzooâ as if something clicked inside of him, almost breaking his depressive state. Kendall responded with a quick âlet me call Ravaâ.
You watched the rows of skyscrapers pass as you and Kendall sat in suffocating silence on the way to Ravaâs apartment. Kendall fidgeted in his seat, pulling on his t-shirt, mindlessly switching between apps on his phone before eventually letting out a quiet âyou know, you don't have to come if you don't want to y/n, I can pick them up by myself if it makes you more comfortable.â You placed your hand gently on his upper thigh giving a light squeeze as you explained. âKen, it's really okay. I mean she's the mother of your children! We can't exactly avoid each other forever.â you said, showing a soft smile to assure Kendall of your confidence. Honestly, you and Rava got along fine. Although she was slow to warm up to you, you never took it personally. Who wouldn't be cautious of their drug addict, ex husbands, new girlfriend. Over time her cold demeanor shifted as you two began having small conversations whenever she would pick the kids up. You almost admired Rava in a way. She was beautiful, always looked elegantly put together, successful in her career, and she was an amazing mother. Everything you secretly hoped to one day be for Kendall.
 As the car pulled up to Ravaâs apartment you mind began to picture how your future might look with Kendall if things continued at the pace they were. Of course, Kendall had joked many times about getting you pregnant and running away together to get married. But you two never had a real discussion about what you saw for your future. You couldn't help but occasionally daydream of you and Kendall standing in an empty room deciding between sage green or soft peach, paint swatches for a nursery. Or rocking your baby to sleep as Kendall softly wrapped his arms around your waist, humming gently in your ear.Â
Your mind wandered further into your maternal daydream as your day at the zoo went on. Observing how patient and gentle Kendall was Iverson and how lovingly he doted on Sophia, had your heart skipping beats every minute. Making sure to capture hundreds of photos of all the adorable moments. Kendall typically only showed his love in undisclosed ways but with his children it was on full display.Â
As you and Iverson stared into a tank of swimming otters counting each one that passed, Kendall realized for the first time in weeks he didnât feel like the world was collapsing in on him. There was something reassuring about watching you point out different frog species with Iverson and hold hands with Sophia, skipping together to each animal. Everytime he heard one of his kids yell âDad, come look!â served as a reminder that he still had people in his life who cared about him. Who needed him.Â
Kendalls wandering thoughts were interrupted by a small tug on his sleeve and he looked down to find his daughter sweetly beaming up at him.
âWhat's up Princess? Are you having a good time?â
 âDad! y/n is so cool and youâre always happier when you're with her!â The young girl exclaimed.
Kendalls entire demeanor softened, and he kneeled down to wrap his arms around Sophia. Hearing those words nearly broke his heart. He was highly aware he wasnât always at his best when around his kids, but he always tried to fake it for Sophia and Iverson. The fact that his kids could see past the facade made him sick. Just another reminder of the ways he was becoming like his father.Â
Kendall attempted to hide his shame from Sophia, responding smoothly âYeah Soph, I guess youâre right about that. Lucky for us, I think y/n is here to stay.â In spite of her fathers hopefully tone, Sophia was hardly a young kid anymore and she could still see the fragment of sadness Kendall felt. She pleaded further âPlease dad! y/n is the best! I want her around forever!â. After his divorce Kendall decided remarrying was out of the question for him. The thought of being like his dad; multiple wives with kids he ignored from each, practically gave him nightmares. However, Kendall couldnât deny that when he met you, his mindset instantly changed. Within only a few months the thought of you having his child definitely crossed his mind more than once. He would catch himself picturing moments like you handing him a pregnancy test with a bright â+â result. Staring up at him with your soft eyes anticipating his reaction. How he would scoop you up in his arms and yell âwe're having a baby!â kissing you all over and reminding you how he would take care of you forever. Nonetheless, he always pushed those thoughts aside and never revealed how he really dreamed of you two ending up. The press already had a field day with your age gap, you were really starting to build momentum in your career and the last thing he ever wanted to do was make you feel trapped.
That night you and Kendall sat snuggling on the couch, scrolling through all of the silly photos taken throughout the day. You felt especially safe wrapped in Kendall's arms tonight. Assuming it was just the effects of getting to see Kendalls paternal instincts. He left gentle pecks along your forehead while giggling at every photo of Iverson and Sophia posing with the animals. The effortless time with his kids paired now with your warm body cuddled on top of him reliving the memories was already filling him with a mellow nostalgia.Â
As you scrolled past a selfie of you kissing Kendall on the cheek you giggled âwe would make such cute babies.â Instantly Kendalls ears perked up seeing as he was the one usually joking about making babies.Â
âAre you kidding? Our kids would be like the next super model, techno DJ, fucking ultra geniuses!âÂ
You expected Kendall to have to have such a teasing reaction but honestly you were being serious.Â
âFuck yeah they would!â you joked back, pressing a peck to your boyfriend's lips. Kendall quickly deepened the kiss before pulling back to look at you.
âDid I ever tell you how sexy I think you would look pregnant?â Kendall whispered. âWhat? Omg Kendall no! You have never told me thatâ you laughed.
âCome on. What do you think⌠I think about after I cum in you?â he said with a large grin.Â
âKen I- are you serious? Do you really think about you?â
 Despite the giggle you let out as you asked, you knew Kendall caught on to the trace of hopefulness behind your question.Â
âUh of course, I think about how fucking beautiful my girlfriend would be with my child, yeah.â Kendall assured.Â
Your heart was nearly pounding out of your chest. Despite being unsure if Kendall was being honest or simply pulling your heartstrings hearing him say those words was making you melt deeper into his arms.
âMm really? How often?â you teased, hoping to gather more confirmation that Kendall wasnât just joking.
âUm okay, you want me to be honest?â he asked.
âOne hundred percent.â you said.
âLike. Everyday.â
Stunned by his answer, your mouth fell open and stumbled to come up with a response.Â
âSeeing you with Sophia and Iverson, waking up to you every morning, fuck y/n, you have no idea how bad I want to come home to you and our family.â Kendall continued.
âOur family?â you questioned.
 You could sense Kendalls discomfort with your reaction. You hadnât intended to say that thought aloud but you were speechless. It felt as if the delusional world in your head and reality were swapping places.Â
Kendalls large eyes were staring into your eyes, anxiety flooding his body, praying you say something else.Â
âKen I-â you began, before being interrupted by a distressing Kendall.
âLook y/n its just a thought, I mean Iâm definitely not trying to push for something youâre not ready for, like I know your young and-â
Crashing your lips into Kendalls was the only way you knew to shut him up from his fearful rambling.
âButâŚI want you, Kendall.â you said.
 Your hands holding his face to look directly into his dark eyes. âI want all of you. All of your bad habits. All of your ex-wife, Roy family drama baggage. And especiallyâŚto have your babies.â you drew out slowly, letting a devilish smile creep onto your face.Â
That was all the reassurance Kendall needed before he was kissing you deeply , moving to positioning himself in between your thighs, hovering above you. Â
âIs that really what you want y/n? You want me to make you mine?â His previously trembling voice was now confident and nearly patronizing.
âMhm baby, only yoursâ you replied sweetly while attempting to grind your hips up to Kendalls. That slight bit of friction was met with a repressed grunt from Kendall, his hands moving to tightly grip your hips, halting any movement. You could tell Kendall was already craving you. You could feel his dick growing harder as it pressed firmly against your clothed center. The truth was Kendall was hard since the conversation had begun. Even when you had simply joked earlier about making cute babies Kendall couldnât help the blood that instantly rushed to his cock, causing it to throb against his sweats.
Kendall moved slowly to remove the soft sweater you were wearing, gently helping you to pull out each arm before lifting it over your head. His lips softly connected to your neck. Leaving light pecks, stopping occasionally to gently suck on the skin and admire the small blemishes he was leaving behind. His large hands softly massaging your breasts before his tongue swiftly moved to draw light circles around your nipples. Taking the small bud between his lips and sucking tenderly, making sure to give each nipple equal attention. Your body pushed your chest forward desperately giving in to his delicate touch. His ability to instantly turn you into a moaning mess never failed.Â
You squirmed beneath him searching for something to grind against, desperate to stimulate the area he was ignoring.Â
âThis is what youâve been waiting for isnât it? For me to fuck you and make you mine? Already so eager for my fucking cum in you. My pretty girlâ Kendall taunted softy. Watching you gasp as your back arched into him.Â
âPlease Kenâ you pleaded.
His fingers trace slowly down your body, finally making contact with your touch deprived center. Using two fingers to rub soft circles on your clit and slide them through your slick folds pressing firmly against your slit. His fingers were instantly covered in your wetness before he even dipped them into your pussy.Â
Kendall stared into your eyes as he brought the first finger he used to spread your pussy to his lips. Sliding the digit slowly into his mouth, âFuck! You taste so goodâ. Bringing his second finger to your mouth with a commanding âsuckâ. You gladly accepted and softly sucked on the flesh tasting yourself before Kendall removed the finger with a loud popping sound.Â
He quickly moved from between your thighs to kneeling at the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms firmly around your thighs and pulling your dripping pussy level to his mouth. You cried out as his lips connected directly to your exposed clit. Kendall hummed into your pussy as he tongued the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands grasped desperately searching for something to hold onto as you felt your orgasm building in your stomach. Kendall removed his firm grasp from around your hips and found your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. âFuck Ken! Youâre gonna- make me cum! Please- please don't stop!â You cried out, squeezing his hands harder feeling your eyes close shut. On nights when Kendall was feeling especially dominating, now is when he would completely pull away. Always trying to see how many times he could bring you to the edge before he finally gave you permission to cum. However, tonight was different. Kendall was on a mission to prove just how good he could make you feel, how bad he wanted to give you everything, that he would truly take care of you. His cock was leaking with precum appreciating every sound that left your body as he continued working your pussy. Rapidly licking at your slit and sucking on your clit until finally the knot building in your stomach released. You couldn't stop the dramatic stream of moans that left your body.
âOh my God Ken!âÂ
 âGood girlâ Kendall hummed as you attempted to catch your breath feeling your sensitive pussy throbbing inside.Â
You yelped, as you felt Kendalls mouth return to your overstimulated clit leaving light kisses while he worked to remove his sweatpants and boxers.Â
Kendall gently lifted you in both arms and softly laid you back down in the center of the bed. Taking his time to kiss you deeply as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. His chest heaving against yours as he lowered his waist. His dick finally making contact where you had been craving it most, smoothly grinding his tip in between your folds.Â
He buried his head in the crook of your neck, his dark voice whispering lowly into your ear âYouâre my fucking girl.â
âIâm all yours Ken.â
âAnd this.â Kendall moved his hands to lightly slap his dripping head against your clit, âis my fucking pussy.â His aggressive words muttered with affection and tenderness.
âItâs your pussy Kendall. Foreverâ
Gradually Kendall began pushing his tip into your soaking entrance, taking his time to guide his cock deeper. Halting his movements frequently to feel you stretch around him.
 âFuck! I love you.â He grunted when his cock finally bottomed out. Dropping all his weight onto your hips, rocking deeply into you. His body was pressed so tightly against yours making you feel especially small and protected. His pelvic bone brushing against your clit with every thrust as he smoothly gained aggression. Â
Breathy mumbles of âI love you too Kendall, I love you so muchâ left your lips. His powerful thrust sending electricity straight from your brain to your pussy and through every inch of your body. The sound of your wet pussy dripping around Kendalls cock, his warm breath brushing your neck as he moaned deeply instinctively made you wrap your legs tightly around his hips. Although Kendall had intended to be soft with you tonight he couldn't stop himself from pounding into you ruthlessly. He could feel your pussy tightening around his cock with each thrust signaling you were close to cumming once again.Â
âFuck baby! Why are you so fucking wet for me huh? Does it turn you on knowing Iâm gonna cum in that fucking pussy? My pretty girl, gonna have my baby?âÂ
He wasnât expecting a real answer, only seeking to push you closer to cumming on his cock. He was using everything in him not to cum before you and you could feel his smooth pace become more erratic as he snapped his hips harshly against yours.
 Letting go of his tight grasp around your body to balance with his forearms on either side of your head. Holding your face with his hands, pressing his forehead lightly atop yours.Â
âYou want my fucking cum?â He questioned, doing his best to maintain a firm tone as he held back his orgasm.
âYes Ken! I want your cum, baby! Please!â you cried out.
âTell me where you want it. Tell me where you want me to cum babyâ. He was fucking into you at a brutual pace watching as tears began forming in the corners of your eyes.
âFuck! In my pussy Ken, please cum inside me!â you pleaded as his words drew you to your second orgasm. That was all Kendall needed to hear before he was releasing deep inside you with a powerful thrust. It felt as if you could feel his cum hitting your cervix as he maintained his rough pace, fucking his cum deeper into you. Kendall could feel his orgasm rushing through his entire body, his cock throbbing inside of you, twitching, as he felt your nails drag down his back and your pussy squeezing around him. Milking every ounce of pleasure.Â
Kendall slowly pulled out you with a deep sigh. The loss of contact, already causing you to feel empty. You were yearning for him to reach out his arms again and pull you into a deep hug. Kendall traced his fingers lightly over your stomach, remaining silent as he studied every inch of your body before dropping to lay down on his back next to you. âIs he already regretting this?â You thought to yourself as Kendall laid silently staring up at the ceiling. You could feel you heart slowly sinking, letting out a soft sigh as you sat up and began shuffling off the bed. Your movements, quickly interrupted by Kendall reaching to pull your body into his lap. Straddling him, his toned arms pulled you into him tightly. Your chests rose and fell in sync as you both breathe in deeply. You feel Kendalls chests begin to vibrate beneath you and he lets out a loud chuckle, brightly exclaiming âWeâre gonna have a fucking baby!â
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Characters: Insomniac!!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader
Type: Fic
Word Count: 2k
Synopsis: You were one of the many things Miles had neglected when he took up the mantle of Spiderman, not to mention the fiasco involving ROXXON and The Underground during what was supposed to be his winter break from school. He plans on changing that on New Year's Eve.
Warnings: Light cursing, this is game miles who is canonically seventeen so be mindful of that when reading! Honestly nothing else just a boy tryna fix his mistakes lmao.
A/N: I just finished the game and when I tell you this boy got all types of giddy, like heâs so precious (as is every other miles) and deserves the world bc WHY THEY DO HIM LIKE THAT !!! Anyway hope you enjoyyyyy!!!
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Miles would think that after spending much of November & December swinging through the many buildings of Harlem, that heâd be used to the biting cold that nipped at his skin through the material of his spider-suit. Feeling the piercing bite of snow and hail against his body that sting and melt upon contact was a reminder of just how much of his winter break wasnât actually a âbreakâ, what with everything that had happened during the holidays.Â
Yet, when he was walking through the entrance of Central Park, the fur of his hood guarding the sides of his neck against the breeze that ruffled the branches and the fairy lights that were strung through them, he thinks that, somehow, someway, itâs gotten colder than what he can take.
He could have chalked it up to the unpredictability of New York weather, or the cold air that comes from the water that the city is surrounded by, but the thunder in his chest and the clamminess of his hands tells him otherwise. Eyes dart between the many passers by, some he knows, others he doesnât but still greets out of kindness, but heâs got his eyes trained for someone in particular. Someone whoâs face heâs not sure if heâs ready to see, nor knows if they will even spare him a glance.
Miles walks further into the park, passing the many stalls open for a variety of winter time snacks and foods for people to enjoy - hot chocolate, fresh-made cookies, soft pretzels - anything warm and filling as people wait for the real attraction to begin. As appetizing as it all looks, his own anxiety prevents him from thinking too hard on buying something to chase away the aching cold thatâs beginning to rest in his bones - partially from his own anxiety, partially from the actual cold that keeps the mounds of snow solid and glistening even under the artificial lighting.
He tries to remember the words of Ganke and the encouragement of his mother. âShe was completely into you, dude,â said the raven haired boy as he pushed his glasses up his face, âas long as youâre sincere about it, I doubt sheâll just give you the cold shoulder.â
Thatâs the same reason she should give me the cold shoulder! Miles thought, but never said to Ganke, because in truth, they both were thinking it.
âYouâll be lucky if she doesnât rip your head off, mijo,â Rio sighed, though if Miles was honest, heâd rather have heard that than any sugarcoating from the older woman, âwhatever you decide to do, one thing is very clear; you have to be okay with whatever decision she choses as well.â
It wasnât like Miles intended on ghosting you, but with the responsibilities of his newfound role as Harlemâs Spiderman, paired with the fiasco that was ROXXON and The Underground (which, he still dealt with the remnants of - the glowstick army held absolutely no chill, and it left a lot of mess for Miles to clean up on a day to day basis), there were a lot of things heâd unintentionally neglected.
His homework was one thing - he could speed through it and ask Ganke for help; and if he pulled the best sob story he could muster, heâd even be able to garner an extra day or two.
Salvaging a talking stage would be much more difficult. Proposing a relationship (which he had planned to do beforeâŚwell, everything) was near impossible.
Fog comes from his lips as Miles sighs into the air, scanning the surrounding area that heâd walked into. Hearing a familiar song play over a distant speaker, it gives him an idea of where to begin looking for you.
His feet turn and move before his head does, and ironically, such a movement causes for his body to collide into another - and for a moment, the aching chill in his chest is replaced with a burst of warmth as the person stumbles into him while attempting to regain their balance.
âShoot- sorry!â Miles is quick to apologize, though any further words get stuck in his throat when he realizes who exactly has bumped into him.Â
Who could mistake the soft locks that adorned your head, cascading down your shoulders covered in your black jacket? Or the way your pretty eyelashes dance across your cheeks? Or those gorgeous eyes of yours that captivated him from the moment he saw youâŚ
âŚwhich, as he begins to focus, Miles notices that theyâve shifted from shocked to disbelief. And not the good kind.
âOh,â you murmur out, giving him a once over with little interest; but whether it was trained or genuine, heâd never know, âitâs just you.â
âOuch,â Miles breathes, brows furrowing in hurt, âthat hurts.â
âGood.â You huff, eyes scanning for a way out of the most awkward situation you couldâve found yourself in on what was supposed to be a memorable night out by yourself.
You try to escape, slipping past Milesâ side, brushing against his arm. Unfortunately, you donât get far, when you feel the faint grip of his hand on your elbow, pulling you back. âWait, (Y/N), can we just-â
âWait?â The word leaves you in a scoff, and Miles knows that heâd chosen the wrong word to start off this encounter.
âIâm gettinâ real tired of that word- especially as it pertains to you.â you scoff, and itâs an especially hard jab into his chest that leaves a newfound sting thatâs neither cold nor warm; just dull and painful.
âReally, really fucking tired, but yâknow what?â He feels you spin around in his hold to face him, though now your words make him unable to look into your eyes as his hand falls, and your face twisted in frustration comes into view.
âI just happened to be such a nice person that gives people one too many chances they donât deserve; so go ahead Miles,â you say, âgo ahead and tell me what exactly I should be waiting for? What I have been waiting for?â
You had that effect on him - being able to render him speechless with little to no effort at all. It was one of many things that attracted him to you, and heâs reminded of that as he watches your hair fill with snowflakes and your eyes light up with a fire heâs never seen before.
âYouâre angry-â Miles begins.
âIâm angry-â you scoff again, ready to turn and leave for the second time at his obvious observation.
â-youâre angry, and you should be; you have every right to be angry with me!â Miles tries to maintain a calm and collected composure as he speaks, though he can already feel his own frustrations influencing the evenness of his voice.
âYou ghosted me, Miles.â You say, and the boy notes the way your expression shifts from vexation to hurt as you speak the words. âTwo weeks, you ghosted me, and then you show up here and all you have to say for yourself is that âi have every right to be angry with youâ?â
The brown skin boy winces at your cold words, his hand coming to wipe down the length of his face as he tries to formulate the right words to say to you, to somehow clear his name with you, and at least get you to not hate him. Because while he couldnât tell you the truth - at least, not yet - perhaps his sincerity would justify his actions. He hopes it does, because this is possibly his only chance of ever reconciling with the girl heâd fallen for months ago.
âI know it looks bad,â Miles sighs, tugging his lip between his teeth as he speaks, âI know it looks real bad, but you have to believe me when I say I never meant for it to happen.âÂ
Thereâs a plea in his eyes that begs for you to hear him out, to spare him a moment of your time like you first did when he called your name down the halls of Visions Academy to talk to you and compliment your Spiderman charm on your bookbag. Youâre silent as that memory flashes before you, and Miles takes it as an opportunity to continue.
âIâve been dealing with a lot,â Miles begins again, âand Iâve been taking on so much, much more than I could handle, and itâs been weighing me down a lot; and I know that none of that is a justification for why I never responded back to you, but I mean it when I say that I never, never, meant for it to happen.â
Thereâs a soft waver in his voice that you pick up on, which causes your brows to furrow. The air around the two of you shifts to something warmer; the lights begin to blur - perhaps itâs because of the tears that begin to prickle at the corners of your eyes. The emotions build at an overwhelming pace.
Miles sees this, and slowly takes a step forwards towards you. When you donât pull back, he begins to speak again.
âI meant what I said,â he mutters, close enough to do so, âabout liking you- I-I'm crazy about you, (Y/N).â
Itâs now your eyes that find it hard to meet his, constantly darting between his hazel orbs and the fabric of his red sweater underneath his coat. Arms folded across your chest in a metaphorical attempt to guard your heart, oddly reminiscent of the same stance you took when Miles initially told you that he wanted to talk to you on a romantic level.
Miles purses his lips together in a tightly, before parting them once more, âIâve lost a lot already, with everything thatâs happened.â he hums, and when your darting eyes finally settle onto his own, his hands reach for your arms to pull you in closer, hands shaky and unsure, but guided by an unrivaled sense of determination. âI donât wanna lose you, too.â
Thereâs a long moment of silence that befalls the both of you, and Miles wonders if heâs said something wrong, if heâs mentioned something he shouldnât have. He canât read you, face obscured by the way your soft locs fall across your face. Yet, you havenât moved from his hold, and while he doesnât want to get his hopes up, he canât help but feel a bit of solace in that fact.
A suck of your teeth and a raise of your head makes his stomach jump as he awaits your response; your eyes hold a sense of irritation, but if Miles is correct, there was an inkling of something else in thereâŚ
âIt donât take that much to text someone, Miles,â You mutter out, voice low and strained against your own emotions.
âI know.â He answers. âI ainât got nothinâ to help my case there.â
The breathless chuckles that leaves his lips in an attempt to ease the air garners him the smallest of smiles to tug at your lips, and for once in this entire engagement, his stomach loosens from the tight pull his anxiety had on it.
âAnd I know that it hurt youâŚâ he says these words carefully, still well aware of the tight rope that he walks in regards to making amends, âbut if youâre willing to give me another chanceâŚI can promise to try.â
Your jaw clenches in thought, silence befalling the two of you once again. There was a part of you that was resistant to his insistence, a part that had suffered and wanted to refuse his advances in fear of being subjected to the possibility of it happening again. Yet, you made the choice to look up at him once again, and while you hate to admit it, the way the fairy lights dance in his eyes and shine against his skin is definitely clouding your judgment in the moment.
You suck your teeth again, an unamused expression donning your face as your arms drop from your chest and instead find their way onto his. The other hand that rested on your arm now travels to your waist - careful in his movements, aware that while youâve dropped your guard and entered his space, Miles still has a lot of making up to do.
âIâll think about it,â You hum, and it garners you a smile from him; that was practically code for Iâll unblock you, but youâre still in the doghouse.
âIâll think about it while you buy me hot chocolate.â
âYup, there it is.â Miles teases, lips spreading into a hearty chuckle.
âUhuh, get to movinâ, big steppa.â A gentle push on his chest has Miles turning in the direction of the nearest hot chocolate stand. You follow in tow as the clunking of his Timberlands echo against the ground, your own shoes creating a softer sound as they follow in tow.
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Snow Drift (Crosshair x Reader)
This is for @secondratefiction for the Clone x Reader Life Day Exchange with @cloneficgiftexchange. I hope this is to your liking!
Word Count: 1310
Prompt: âI thought I lost you, damn it! Stop acting like Iâm not allowed to be upset about this!â
Warnings: some angst, mostly fluff, mention of losing Mayday and implied PTSD, small avalanche, cuddling and kissing, sfw but minors please DNI
Crosshair was not entirely sure why he had to be on a cold planet. The Batch had decided to try to retrieve some supplies to help some of the citizens of Pabu who were still getting back on their feet after fleeing their home world which was now ravaged by the Empire. Crosshair agreed with supply retrieval, but surely there were supplies on planets not covered in snow.  There were three outposts in the area and Tech parked the Marauder in a central location. Hunter, Echo, and Omega would head into one outpost, Wrecker and Tech to the second, and Crosshair would go to the third with you. You were happy to come along and werenât sad to be getting some alone time with him. While he wasnât much of a talker, youâd gotten to know him and had fallen in love. It took a lot to approach him and tell him about your feelings and while his response had few words, his own emotions toward you were no less affectionate. He often showed you how he cared. Putting a hand on your lower back as you walked through Pabu together. Leaving a little kiss on your forehead before you parted for the day. Finding a way to spend more alone time with you. Leaving fiery kisses and whispers under the stars that left nothing to your imagination.Â
Once you picked up a blaster and showed you had enough skills to take care of yourself, the Batch all agreed you could come on supply runs and certain missions. Crosshair was more protective, always wanting you with him.Â
You walked toward the outpost together in relative silence. Even the word âoutpostâ somehow seemed to bother Crosshair.
âWhat is it about this thatâs got you bothered,â you asked him as you walked side-by-side through the snow.
âHm,â he replied, as if a hum answered everything. You waited for him, giving him space to say whatever he needed to. Finally, he opened up. âMy last mission, before I was taken to that horrendous placeâŚâ
âTantiss?â
He nodded and continued. âI was sent to a snow-covered planet. Unbearably cold.â He paused again. âThe Empire had clones protecting stormtrooper armor. The last clone from the remaining squad â a commander â was injured when we tried retrieving stolen crates.â Crosshair paused and you walked forward another few minutes before he added, âI got him back to the outpost, but he died. If the Empire had cared, they could have saved him.â
His words snapped harder than the bitter wind and he let out a shaky breath, pausing to look ahead. You could see how pained he was at the memory. You wrapped your arm around before pulling him close for a gentle hug. Crosshair took his hands out of his pockets to give you a little squeeze and a quick kiss to your temple. With the cold being as it was, you both went back to walking with your gloved hands in your pockets. You were both wearing civilian clothing and Crosshair missed his blacks. At least they provided a bit more insulation. As you walked through the mountain pass, he noted a pathway above yours where speeders headed in a different direction, seemingly leaving the outpost or arriving from other parts of the planet. Crosshair was uncomfortable with the small blasts of snow that sprayed above your heads as you turned a corner, but he said nothing.
He breathed a sigh of relief when you made it to this outpost. You quickly found the supplies you were looking for. The bacta gel and med patches may have been small in size, but each one was highly valuable. You both filled up your packs with as many as you could along with several items you thought might help these new refugees feel more at home.  You headed back toward the Marauder as the snow started coming down more heavily.
You made your way carefully through the pass. The ground was a little more slippery, but not terribly so. A speeder flew along the path higher up the mountain, spraying more snow as they turned a corner. You were getting closer to a ravine and from there would take another path back toward the ship. Something didnât sit right with Crosshair and he paused to take in the scene as you trotted ahead. A large speeder on the trail up the mountain took the turn too quickly and landed in a very large pile of snow. It was just enough to start a very small avalanche and Crosshair went cold with fear as he saw the mound of snow come directly for you, pushing you further down the mountain.
You didnât see it coming. The rush of cold flakes was strong enough to pick you off your feet and push you toward the bottom of the ravine. It wasnât a far drop by any means, but you could hear Crosshair call out your name as your face was buried in white fluff and you landed on a pile consisting of fallen leaves and fresh powder.
You tried to move, but didnât even get the chance. Crosshair jumped down after you and quickly dug you out. You smiled up at him as he brushed the snow out of your face.
âNice landing, huh,â you asked with a grin. âPerfect pile for a soft landing.â
Crosshair had tears in his eyes as he checked you over.
âWe have to get back to the ship,â he said in haste. âDo you need me to carry you? We can get Tech to scan you. Are you bleeding? Bruises?â
âCrosshair,â you said shaking your head. âIâm fine.â You stood up as he still checked for any sign of discomfort.
âWe have to be sure,â he replied, nearly starting to hyperventilate as he searched the ground for anything that could cause greater injury.
âI am sure,â you answered, now almost annoyed at his insistence. It was just a small fall and you landed in about the safest spot you could.
âI thought I lost you, damn it! Stop acting like Iâm not allowed to be upset about this!â
You softened and reached out to cup his cheek. Tears welled up, but he couldnât look at you. You wiped away his fallen tears and kissed him.
âThis is about what happened before.â You said it more as a statement than a question. He simply nodded. You took his hand and placed it over your heart.  âI promise nothing hurts,â you said, âbut if it makes you feel better, letâs get back to the ship and Tech can scan me.â He nodded and pulled you up and in for a hug. He needed to feel you, to know you were safe. He held your hand the whole way back. When the scan revealed that your body was functioning completely normally, he finally let out a sigh. Once in hyperspace, he got into his bunk. You joined him without him saying a word. As you curled against him, he rested his cheek on the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you. You knew that your fall could have been worse. You had a plush landing and were grateful, but you could feel his breath shake as he tried to steady himself, still reeling.
You gently broke the silence between you. âYou can tell me however much or little you want.â
He nodded and quietly replied, âMaybe when weâre alone.â
You gave him a gentle smile and kissed him. He kissed you back and let out a heavy breath. You rolled over, facing away from him so he could spoon you. He liked being able to feel your body against his, from your head to your feet. He held you so perfectly and you both relaxed against each other, grateful to be going home together.
#clone x reader life day fic exchange#crosshair x reader#tbb crosshair x reader#tbb crosshair#tbb fanfiction#reader insert
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you always enjoyed people watching. i mean who wouldnât? you loved seeing humans being humans. everyone was in their own world taking on what life had in store for them. it was also relaxing to just sit and absorb everything. you always dragged eddie with you, unfortunately for him.
âjesus h christ, sweetheart. itâs so fucking cold,â winter really hit the city hard this year, but you were in desperate need for coffee. since it was november, you ordered a hot pumpkin spice latte while eddie got a hot vanilla latte with three pumps of peppermint. it was obvious he was ready for christmas.
eddie never understood your fascination to sit in a coffee shop and stare out the window as the people of new york went about their day. while you pointed out to the children running, the cat asking for food, or the couple dancing, he stared at you.
there was nothing in the world heâd rather look at. to eddie, you were the most fascinating person in the world.
other days, heâll make up stories with each person he sees. one time, there was a very old couple taking a walk together in central park. the older man was holding his wifeâs hand as she struggled to walk. you could see the love in the manâs eyes every time he looked at her.
eddie said while looking at them, ânow they, probably have 4 great grandchildren, 6 grandchildren, and 5 kids! i just know she hates the fact that she canât walk on her own. complains how old sheâs gotten, but he will always say, âoh, youâre still hottest girl in the city, sweetheart.â they probably bicker 24/7 but theyâll always be in love with each other.â
he smiles and squeezes your hand, âcanât wait to get old with you, doll.â
#fairy speaks#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x gn!reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson drabble
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