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anjee0 · 1 month ago

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A Melody from the Heart

Chapter 2 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Eminem x Female!reader (Feel free to put in your own oc insert)

Description - Y/n is struggling artist who decides to perform at an event hosted by MTV where a bunch of celebrities will be watching in person. Marshall is invited and is immediately captured by Y/n's beautiful voice. Now all he wants is for her to be on his next song.

Warnings - Throughout the series there will be: Smut, Mild swearing (More warnings to be added in the future)

Y/n spent the next few weeks feeling stressed about her audition tape. She would constantly find herself checking her emails all the time. It came to the point that she would sneak off secretly to check during work. At one point, her manager Tom had caught her.

“Y/n?” He asked, startling her.

Her phone fell out of her hand and it would've hit the floor if it weren't for her fast reflexes. She quickly put her phone in her pocket and turned around to give Tom a nervous smile.

“Hey Tom.” She said with that dumb smile on her face.

“I know you were on your phone Y/n. Matter of fact, I've seen you checking it a lot more recently. Could you explain why?”

“Well, uh. Have you heard of The Rhythm of New York?”

“Oh yeah, that celebrity event that MTV's hosting where people come over to sing?”

“Mhm, well, I auditioned for it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. I've just been so paranoid about it and I've just been feeling pretty on edge.”

“You auditioned for The Rhythm of New York?” A voice asked ecstatically.

Y/n whipped her head around to see one of her co-workers stick his head out of the door that led to the kitchen in the back.

“Sure did, Daniel.” Y/n responded.

“And you didn't tell me?” Daniel replied dramatically, pretending that he was hurt.

Y/n chuckled at his antics. “Sorry, Dan.”

“Listen, I understand that you're paranoid about it but you can't be checking your phone all the time at work, understand?” Tom said.

“Yes, no, of course. I understand.” Y/n replied.

Just then, Maya came out of the kitchen with a huge smile and put her arm around Y/n. Their other co-worker, Ali followed Maya out too.

“Just you wait guys,” Maya said. “She's gonna be an international superstar.”

“We don't know that yet. I haven't even gotten anything back. And even if I did get in, my performance will be forgotten about the next day.” Y/n said.

“Oh don't say that!” Ali insisted. “We've all listened to your music and you've got talent, girl!”

Y/n thanked Ali and smiled as she felt a warmth of happiness spread through her heart. Her co-workers at the diner had always been the family she'd never had. They had all the elements a family would have: kindness, support, care and love. Y/n felt safe with them. She felt like she could be herself and not be judged.

Suddenly, a notification went off on Y/n's phone. She looked at Tom pleadingly and gave him a needy look that said: “Please let me check my phone, just this once and then I'll promise to stop getting distracted by it while I work.”

And just like Tom could read her mind, he sighed. “Fine, you can check it. But, seriously, after this you gotta stop going on your phone all the time.”

Y/n checked the notification from her lock screen and noticed it was an email from The Rhythm of New York. She covered her mouth as her eyes widened.

“Is it from them?” Maya asked.

Y/n nodded as she unlocked her phone and opened Gmail. Her shaky thumb hovered over the unopened email as she felt beads of sweat rolling down her face. She suddenly placed the phone down on the counter and started pacing around.

“I can't open it.” She said, feeling scared.

“What? Yes you can.” Daniel replied.

“No, what if I didn't get in? Or what if I did get in and it was just a mistake and then when I go to perform they kick me out? Or what if they kick me out mid performance?! My life is doomed-”

“You got in.” Maya interrupted.

“What?” Y/n replied shakily.

Maya held up Y/n's phone. “You got in. It says it right here.”

Y/n took her phone off her friend and carefully read the email, making sure she didn't miss out a single word.

“Oh my gosh, I actually got in!” She cheered.

Everyone started cheering for her and hugging her as they congratulated her.

The email read:

Dear Y/n Y/l/n,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been one of the few lucky people to sing at MTV's music event; The Rhythm of New York.

Please come to the address below to rehearse and practise your performance.

“There's an address below I have to go to so I can practise.” Y/n said.

Maya peered over her friend’s shoulder to read the address. “I know where that is.”

“Do you think you could come with me there later?” Y/n asked.

Maya agreed and they decided to go to the address after work.

“Alright everyone, back to work.” Tom said, waving his hands and shooing everyone back to continue their work.

The next week consisted of practising and long rehearsals. By the end of week, Y/n was ready to just throw herself onto her bed and fall into a deep sleep. But she still had more to do. She had to get a dress as well.

So the following week, Maya and Y/n ran through a variety of different stores looking for the perfect dress. Y/n's constant trips to the dressing room made her feel exhausted. It only made her more disappointed when the dress her and Maya chose didn't satisfy her.

“Okay, how about this one?” Maya said. She held up a strapless, dark purple dress that shone in the light.

“Oh, this looks cute. Hope it looks cute on me though.” Y/n said as she took the dress with her to the dressing room.

Y/n took off her clothes and slid on the dress. When she looked at herself in the mirror she smiled joyfully knowing that this dress was the one.

“Well? Do you like it?” Maya said from outside the room.

Y/n slid the curtain open and grinned at her best friend. “Saying I like this is an understatement. I love this!”

Maya gasped in awe as she took Y/n's beauty. The dress fit her perfectly and made her look absolutely phenomenal.

“You need to get this dress! I'll pay for it.” Maya said.

“Oh, you don't need to do that. It's fine.” Y/n insisted.

“Are you kidding me? Y/n, this is a huge event in your life and I wanna help. Please let me pay?” Maya pouted her lips and put on a puppy dog expression that Y/n just couldn't say no to.

“Okay fine. But I'll pay you back.”

After Y/n got changed back into her regular clothes, Maya took the dress and paid for it. They both left the store feeling giddy as ever.

When they left the store, they were met with the beautiful sight of a sunset. Pink and purples blended together with the bright oranges and pastel blues. It looked absolutely stunning and out of this world.

When they got settled in the car, Y/n opened Instagram and the first post she was immediately met with was an official guest list for The Rhythm of New York posted by MTV themselves.

“Maya! MTV released the guest list!” Y/n exclaimed loudly.

“Jeez girl, calm down.” Maya chuckled.

“Sorry, this is just really important for me-”

“It's fine, don't worry. Let's take a look.”

Y/n moved her phone over so her and Maya could both see the screen. They both gasped and screamed with excitement as they scrolled down the list and read the names. Y/n's excitement soon turned into nervousness and fear when she read a certain name aloud.

Eminem.

“Eminem's coming to the event?” Y/n asked as her voice shook.

“Holy shit! He is! That's amazing, you love Eminem!” Maya exclaimed.

“Exactly. I don't think I can do this anymore.”

“What's wrong?”

“If I mess up, I'll mess in front of Eminem! Teenage me would never forgive myself. That man carried me through my high school years!”

“Y/n, come on. Don't say that, you're not gonna mess up, you're gonna wow everyone there.”

“I hope…”

The next week felt like a blur and it just felt like all of a sudden when Y/n found herself in the dressing room looking at herself in the mirror.

Tonight was the night she'd perform in front of a bunch of celebrities. Y/n nodded along to ‘Lose Yourself’ as it played through her headphones. She kept repeating the same line in her head over and over again: “You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime.”

Y/n was interrupted by a voice calling her name. When she turned, she saw a tall man wearing glasses and a white wireless mic.

“You're up Y/n. You ready?” He asked.

She looked in the mirror one more time to make sure her hair and makeup looked flawless. She stood up and dusted off her purple dress then smiled at the man.

“I'm ready.”

The hall was full of different celebrities at their tables. Marshall and Hailie sat at the table in the back as they had their drinks.

“I still don't get how you drink sparkling water.” Hailie said. “It's disgusting.”

“It's not that bad. You're overreacting.” Marshall replied teasingly.

In that same moment, the announcer came onto stage with a bright smile on his face. “Good evening everyone!” He said. “Our first performer will come onto stage soon. Her name is Y/n Y/l/n and she's singing her own song tonight, A Melody from the Heart. Give it up for Y/n!”

“Ooh, an original song. That sounds good.” Hailie said, her voice full of excitement.

Marshall only hummed and nodded in agreement.

Y/n took a few deep breaths before she walked on stage and stood behind the mic. She could feel her heart picking up its pace and thumping out of her chest. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as it twisted and turned around in her body. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. 2 seconds had only gone by. Luckily, she couldn't see the audience because lights were dimmed down. The only lights in the room were the vibrant ones on the stage. She saw Marshall and Hailie sitting in the back and quickly looked away, not wanting her nervousness to ride even more.

Eventually, the song started to play and Y/n put herself together before she opened her mouth to sing. Her voice was gentle and pure as the beautiful melody poured from her lips. She sang her heart out and conveyed the mixture of deep emotions from the song to the audience.

Marshall was taken aback and watched in absolute awe as he watched Y/n. He didn't expect such an angelic and velvety voice. He could see her words painting a harmonious picture. He fell into a trance and the only thing he could do was just focus on the beauty of her voice. Not to mention that Marshall thought Y/n looked absolutely ravishing in that purple dress.

When the song ended, the audience erupted into a chorus of cheering and applause. Y/n smiled softly and bowed before leaving the stage. And as soon as she left the stage, Marshall had only one thought in his head:

“I need her on my next single.”

Right after Y/n left, the next performer was quickly called onto stage. She quickly ran over to someone else working there and asked if she could leave.

“Yeah, you can leave honey. Is everything okay?” The woman asked.

“Yeah, I just have a night shift I need to get too.” Y/n lied.

“Ooh, you're a very busy woman, huh? Well you can leave. Exit is through the back.”

Y/n thanked the lady before quickly darting through the back door. She quickly made her way to the front and at perfect timing, Maya pulled up in her car. She rolled down the window and smiled at her best friend gleefully.

“Girl, you were amazing!” Maya exclaimed.

“Did you see me on TV?” Y/n asked as she chuckled and got into the passenger seat.

“Of course I did! You killed it, and the lighting made you and that dress pop!”

“Thank you Maya!” Y/n wrapped her arms around her friend and held her closely.

Maya started driving away but it only took Y/n a few moments to realise that they weren't taking the correct route to her apartment.

“Where are we going?” Y/n asked.

“Oh, I left something at the diner, can we quickly go there so I can get it?” Maya asked.

“Yeah, that's fine. But isn't it closed? Do you have a key?”

Maya nodded slowly and furrowed her eyebrows as she pressed her lips into a thin line. “Uhh, yeah.” She sounded unsure.

Y/n nodded and hummed in agreement as she felt suspicions rising.

When they reached the diner, Maya made Y/n get out of the car too. It took Y/n by surprise when Maya opened the door without the key. The lights were also turned on which caused Y/n to be even more confused. But as soon as she stepped inside, her co-workers came out from behind the counter and yelled: “SURPRISE!”

Daniel pulled the string of a confetti cannon making colourful bits of paper fly around everywhere.

“Dude, I told you not to use that!” Sam said.

“Chill, I'll clean it up. Don't worry.” Daniel replied dramatically.

“Oh my gosh! What is this?” Y/n asked.

“A surprise party!” Ali said as she revealed a chocolate cake and placed it on the counter.

“Oh you guys! You didn't have to.”

“It was Maya's idea. She insisted.” Sam said.

Y/n hugged Maya tightly as she felt tears of happiness well up in her eyes. “Thank you Maya.”

Maya wrapped her arms around her friend and whispered. “Of course. You deserve it.”

They cut the cake and decided to watch the rest of the performance on the TV mounted on the wall.

“Were all of you guys in here watching me on the TV?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah, duh! And let me just say, you did great! Actually, that's an understatement. You did phenomenal! You should've seen the audience's faces.” Daniel said.

“Oh my goodness! Eminem's face. He looked like he was in love!” Maya said.

Everyone nodded and hummed in agreement as they ate their cake.

“Guys, that's crazy. Eminem is not like that. He's a very guarded person. That doesn't sound like him.” Y/n said.

“Okay, well whatever it was. He just looked amazed.” Sam said.

“Well, now I'm not gonna be able to sleep cause that's all I'm gonna be thinking about.” Y/n replied.

Everyone laughed and continued eating their cake as they watched the rest of the performance together.

During a break, everyone was allowed to get out of their seats and get some food and talk to others, including the people who performed.

Marshall quickly got out of his seat. He wanted to find Y/n and talk to her. He normally wouldn't do anything like this but this little voice in his head was telling him that she had so much potential in her.

He found a lady who worked there and approached her. “Uh, hey. Is uh, Y/n Y/l/n here?”

“Oh, I'm so sorry. She had to leave early. She had a night shift to get to.” The lady replied.

“Oh, right. That's fine. Thank you.”

He walked away, feeling slightly disappointed. Hailie was able to sense that when he approached her.

“Everything okay, dad?” She asked.

“Yeah, uh. You know that girl who first came out? Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Yeah, yeah. What about her?”

“Well, I'm not too sure yet but I kinda want her for a feature.”

“You do? I told you you would. Should've placed a bet on it.” She muttered the last part quietly but still loud enough for her father to hear.

“Uh, no. Let's not do that.” Marshall replied. “But yeah. I guess you were right.”

“I'm sure if you search her name online you can find her socials.”

Marshall smiled subtly at his daughter and nodded. “Yeah.”

A/N: This chapter was quite late and I apologise! I can finally start working on the asks and then my other series. Hope you enjoyed!

#eminem #eminem x reader #slim shady #slim shady x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers x reader #8 mile #b rabbit #b rabbit x reader #jimmy smith jr #jimmy smith jr x reader

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the-californicationist · 9 months ago

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Good Fences (Fluffuary #08)

FEB08: Love Letters

John’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He was staked out in the middle of the desert with the 141, keeping an eye on the Konni warehouse they were about to hit. His mind should have been on the mission, but all he could think about was his little lover waiting for him at home.

Feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket gave him an almost Pavlovian response. He knew it was her; he’d set the ringtone specifically so. His breath hitched in his chest, his heart raced, and his hand itched to reach into his pocket to check his notifications. The captain felt like an addict, but he didn’t care. He was hooked.

He sat down in the small alcove next to his gear and unlocked his cell. The red notification icon on his email taunted him. Before he opened the email, he checked over his shoulder to make sure no one would see the contents.

Dear John,

Just wanted to send you a message to let you know to expect three charges on your credit card. I paid your water bill, your gas bill, and I accidentally bought a movie on your Amazon Prime. I guess I forgot to log you out after our last movie night together. I have a whole week’s worth of movies for us to watch when you get back. Been keeping a list of the good ones.

I hope you’re doing well. I know you can’t always respond, but I miss you and I’m thinking about you all the time. It feels like you’re thinking about me, too, and I’m choosing to believe that it’s true. Stay safe.

Yours. xoxo

Over his shoulder, John felt Gaz’s eyes on his message, and he clicked the screen off before shoving the phone back in his pocket.

“Gettin’ updates from that neighbor girl, huh, Cap?” His sergeant quipped.

Ghost smiled from across the small enclosure,

“He’s been glued to that phone like he’s waitin’ on a call from the bloody queen herself.”

“Perhaps we should all mind our own business, then,” Price bristled.

“Did his lass send another message?” Johnny popped his head out of the doorway, talking around his toothbrush.

“Aye,” Ghost nodded, “But he’d like you not to notice, Sergeant.”

“Simon…” Price warned, hissing his name through his teeth.

“Oh, c’mon, Cap’n,” Soap begged, emerging from the room, “Show us her wee photo again. She looked so bonnie…”

Price rolled his eyes and took out his phone, opening his lock screen to show Soap his background photo. It was one she had taken of herself on her porch, showing off a new plant she’d “rescued” from the home goods store. She did indeed look quite fit, the captain thought to himself, gazing upon the photo with no small amount of longing.

“Jaysus,” Soap whistled, “We better rush through this fuckin’ op, boys. The captain has somewhere wayyyy more important to be.”

The young sergeant clapped his commander on the shoulder, ribbing him supportively, laughing a bit at Price’s obvious embarrassment.

John waited for all the nonsense to die down before opening his email to reply:

Hey love,

Shouldn’t be too long now. Thanks for taking care of things while I’m gone. Don’t worry about the Prime. Buy all the movies you like. In fact, you should get yourself something nice from me. It’d make me feel like I was there taking care of you.

I miss you so much, and you’re bloody fucking right about me thinking of you. It’s literally all I can do these days, and you’re always on my mind. Stay safe, pretty girl.

Yours. xxxx

John sent the message and fixed his eyes back on the warehouse. He stared into the battleground with a renewed purpose. The sergeant was right. He had much more important things waiting for him at home, and he was in a hurry to get back to her.

Check out the schedule here.

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redislazy · 11 months ago

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not only for tonight

i got more than 10 ppl checking out my last fic so i wrote another one :> also on ao3

[SMUT] - Minors DNI

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x afab!Reader

Word Count: 7,132

Content Tags: Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Edgeplay, Smut, Confessions, Creampie, Dom/sub Undertones, Road Head, Blow Jobs in a Car, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Romance, Sexual Tension, Porn with Feelings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary: Ghost stops you from meeting your hookup.

It's been a tough mission overseas, but a successful one. With minimal casualties, crucial intel retrieved, and the enemy leader dead, Task Force 141 and a few men from other SAS units agreed to hit up a bar in the next city over from base to celebrate before their brief break. It hadn't been this lively in ages. For so long, there had been little cause for revelry—lost teammates, failed missions, and innocent civilians who couldn't be saved. It never got easier, but tonight, this felt good. Temporary, but a welcome distraction.

Sipping your wine, you sit alone on one of the barstools. Around you, people are playing pool, watching sports on TV, and chatting. As one of the few female soldiers here tonight, you get along with the guys just fine, but you don’t feel like joining their rowdy games tonight.

Surveying the scene, you spot your Lieutenant, Simon "Ghost" Riley, locked in an arm-wrestling match with another soldier. You smile, amused—this is the first time you've seen him having fun like this.

With each pound he forces into the other man’s grip, you notice how Ghost seems to drift further away from the bar around him. It's not that he dislikes camaraderie; it just feels so different from his usual experience in these settings. When he releases the other man's hand, he grunts, tossing some bills on the counter. "Right then. Any other idiots want a go?"

He spots you sitting at the counter and gestures for you to join him. "What about you, lass? Care to try your luck and see if you can beat me?" he calls out, raising his voice enough for you to hear.

You shake your head, snickering. "Not planning on breaking my arm today, Lieutenant. I'll pass, but I’ll be rooting for you." You motion for him to continue as his next opponent steps up to the challenge.

You watch him for a while, entertained as he effortlessly beats each challenger. Ghost can be cold and stoic, but he's not a killjoy when it counts. You’re about to take another sip when your phone buzzes. Glancing at your screen, you see a notification from the hookup app you'd been mindlessly swiping through earlier. To your surprise, you've matched with someone. Given your unpredictable life as a soldier, relationships are hard to maintain, but every so often, you allow yourself to let off steam.

Your match asks if you're down to meet tonight. Seeing that he’s only twenty minutes away, you decide—why not? You reply, telling him to meet you outside.

Taking one last sip of your drink, you sigh, a sudden emptiness welling up. Resorting to a hookup app because there’s no one waiting at home always stings a bit. You chose this life with no regrets, but you can’t help wondering sometimes what it would be like to have someone who’s there for you, who loves and spoils you. You always imagined it must be nice, but a relationship isn't an option. Tonight, all you can do to ease the loneliness is be held by someone, even if only for a night. Come tomorrow, you’ll pretend it filled the void.

“Right,” you mutter bitterly, sliding off your stool.

Making sure no one notices, you slip away from the bar and head down an alley to wait. It’s not that you enjoy sleeping around; you’re hardly promiscuous. But it’s been a long time since you’ve been with anyone, and tonight feels like the right time.

Suddenly, Ghost’s figure emerges from the shadows, startling you.

“Where’s your sense of loyalty, lass?” he growls, a possessive edge in his voice. “Thought you were sticking around to cheer me on.” He looms over you, his height a reminder of his intimidating presence.

You sigh, knowing his intrusion is just his way of looking out for you, as he does with everyone under his command. "None of your business, Lieutenant. It’s unimportant,” you reply blankly, raising your eyebrows as if to say, Don’t push it. After all, how are you supposed to tell him you’re out here waiting for a hookup?

Ghost narrows his eyes, stepping closer. "This 'unimportant thing' seems pretty damn important if it means ditching your squad to deal with it." His voice drops, thick with a warning. "I think I’m owed an explanation."

He leans in, his face mere inches from yours, his breath brushing your skin. Though he’s trying to intimidate, there’s an undeniable hint of possessiveness in his gaze. He wants you to answer—but he also wants you to obey.

"Answer me, lass," he commands, his tone soft but demanding.

Caught off guard by his intensity, you look at him incredulously, choosing your words carefully. “Just waiting for a guy I matched with on an app.” You try to sound casual, though discomfort lingers.

Ghost’s eyes narrow further. "Huh. You dating?"

You raise an eyebrow, surprised by his curiosity. "No, just a hookup. Just for tonight."

For a moment, he seems like he might berate you, but a smirk pulls at his lips. "Well then. Guess I can’t blame you for needing a release," he says, chuckling.

He takes a step back, his eyes scanning you up and down before locking his gaze on your lips. "I'm going to make you forget about this hookup, lass. And then you'll see why I'm the only man you'll ever need."

Without another word, he pulls up his mask just above his mouth. He grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you against the wall, pinning you there with his much larger frame. His lips crash down on yours, his tongue demanding entrance into your mouth.

Everything happened so quickly that you are now completely frozen, your eyes wide in shock, but you don't push him away.

You couldn't.

Deep in your heart, you knew you always liked him, but you could never act on it. He was so distant, so serious with his role as your Lt, you just knew he was off-limits. Not that you thought you'd even have a chance with him; he always treated you like one of the boys, and most of all, you are his teammate. Yet, here he was, kissing you with so much fervor, you couldn't help but close your eyes and give in.

You slowly wrap your arms around his back, letting his warmth envelope you as his tongue finds its way inside your mouth. You moan, your fingers trembling as you return the gesture, your tongue swirling and brushing against his. You pull away slowly, your eyes heavy as you look at him. It was dark in the alleyway, but the moonlight perfectly illuminated his masked face.

"Care to explain, Lt?" You shakily whisper, your hot breath grazing on his agape mouth.

Ghost's nostrils flare slightly at the question, but he doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he dips his head down to capture your lips once more, his hands tightening around your ass as you exchange yet another passionate kiss. After a moment, he reluctantly breaks the kiss and looks deep into your eyes.

"Because I wanted to. Because... I can't fucking stand the thought of you in another man's arms. It has to be me. Only me." There's a vulnerability hidden beneath his gruff exterior as he admits his feelings for you. It seemed to you like it took him long enough to finally work up the courage to act on them, and now that he has, he refuses to let anything stand in his way.

Your throat constricts as you struggle to think of what to say. The way he looks at you makes you regret not noticing it sooner. You swallow, your heart pounding so fast that you suddenly feel lightheaded. His words... they took your breath away. You have never heard Ghost this... desperate.

"How long, Lt?" You softly ask.

A low snort escapes Ghost's nose as he hears your question. He tightens his hold on you, pressing himself flush against you as if to remind you exactly how long he has desired you.

"Long enough," he growls. "Fuck, I've wanted you for so goddamn long. From the first day we met, you lit up something in me. But I kept my distance, thinking it wasn't right for me to desire you as your Lt," he trails off, cursing silently under his breath. If he'd known how you felt about him all this time, perhaps things would have turned out differently.

You inhale a sharp breath as you listen to his confession. Your heart is beating erratically, you're not even sure how you're still able to function right now. Ghost, who you've wanted for such a long time... He...

"Kiss me again," are the only words you could manage to utter.

Ghost's eyes widen with surprise at your request, but he complies eagerly. He tilts your chin upward, claiming your lips once more in a searing kiss. Your tongues duel passionately as you explore each other's mouths, your bodies pressed together tightly as if they might merge.

After what feels like an eternity, Ghost pulls away slightly, nipping playfully at your bottom lip before speaking. "You better get rid of that hookup, lass. Don't give him false hope after what is happening between us." Despite the danger in his suggestion, you couldn't help but chuckle.

You pull out your phone, quickly texting the guy, “Sorry; raincheck, not interested anymore.” He immediately replies with an insult, which you ignore, snickering. Then, you delete the app under Ghost’s watchful eye.

When he grins approvingly, you shove back your phone in your pocket, staring at him in anticipation.

"So, now that that's out of the way... Don't disappoint me now," you tease, your eyes salacious, your tone hushed.

Ghost leans forward, capturing your lips with his in a fierce kiss that leaves you reeling. His tongue twists and coils around yours as your teeth click gently together. When he pulls away, leaving you panting, he looks you square in the eye. "I won't," he growls, his hands finding their way underneath your dress to grasp your bare thighs.

In one swift motion, Ghost hoists you up until your legs wrap around his waist, and your groin aligns perfectly with his throbbing erection. "We're going somewhere private to settle this," he mutters against your neck, nipping softly at your skin.

"Then get me out of here," you manage to say between your moans as he marks your neck eagerly. You cling to him tight, your head tilting more to the side, encouraging him to nip on your skin some more.

Without hesitation, Ghost starts carrying you at a brisk pace toward his vehicle. The cool night air whips past you two as he navigates through the dark streets. Once you arrive at his truck, he carefully places you down on the passenger seat before rounding the vehicle to climb behind the wheel. As soon as he's safely behind the wheel, his hand shoots out to cup the back of your neck, pulling your mouth roughly against his for another bruising kiss.

As he starts driving, Ghost glances briefly over at you. His eyes gleam with hunger as he takes in the sight of you.

An idea- or more fittingly- an urge suddenly crosses your mind as you catch his impatient side glances.

"Keep driving- eyes on the road no matter what, Lt," you warn out of a sudden, which visibly makes him shrug in question. Instead of elaborating, you reach into his pants, stroking his length through it, the fabric providing little resistance as his thick cock strains against it. He instinctively groans, but you don't stop. Instead, you unzip his pants and unbuckle your seatbelt before leaning down to his thighs, breathing hot air on his skin.

He keeps his eyes focused firmly on the road ahead despite his best efforts to ignore your ministrations. Your warm breath against his inner thigh sends jolts of desire coursing through his veins.

When you finally free his aching member from confinement, Ghost gasps loudly in relief, his cock springing free. It stands tall and proud, the tip already weeping with precum. Ghost attempts to maintain control of the vehicle, but his concentration slips as you continue to pleasure him.

"No cumming before we reach your place. I want you inside me," you challenge playfully before you dart your tongue out, lapping his ridiculously long length sloppily. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your arousal completely excruciating, making you wish you two arrive soon. Still, you couldn't help but tease him. You want him so bad, your impatience got the best of you. You begin sucking on the tip of his cock, making sure you lick off all traces of precum with your tongue. You teasingly push your tongue on his slit, earning a desperate reaction from him.

"Fuck! You're gonna drive us straight into a damn tree if you keep that up," he warns breathlessly. Despite his protests, he lets one of his hands roam freely across your back and shoulders, digging into your flesh as you work your magic, his other hand secured on the steering wheel still. Every touch from your tongue makes his arousal peak higher, his cock straining harder against your warm lips and eager mouth.

He grits his teeth, stealing glances whenever he dares to look away from the road, determined not to let this feeling pass by unfulfilled. He'd waited far too long for this opportunity, and nothing short of a bomb dropping on your location would halt his pursuit.

"Mhm," you hum as your tongue draws circles around the tip of his cock. "Woah there, Lt, better make sure we don't crash, yeah?" you murmur with a grin as you feel the car slightly swerve, enjoying the way you're making him go crazy. You feel one of his hands grasp your hair tight, which turns a switch inside you. You begin to swallow his entire length, the tip brushing against your throat briefly.

'God, he is so big, I wonder how he'd feel inside me.' You think as his girth stretches your mouth as you try to take more of him. You bob your head up and down, swallowing his fat cock in and out of your mouth as he struggles to drive to his place safely.

Ghost growls in frustration as he continues to lose focus on the road. Every curve and dip in the road threatens to send the car careening off the road as you pleasure him with expert precision. He glances helplessly as you swallow his cock whole, your talented tongue dancing along the underside, driving him wild with need. He worries that if you don't stop soon, he won't have a choice but to pull over and take matters into his own hands. Thankfully, he starts to make out the silhouette of his house amidst the dark.

"Enough," he barks out, gripping your hair even tighter as he yanks you off his cock.

"Mhm...." A whine of disappointment slips out of you as your mouth is now empty of his fullness. You wince at the throbbing force his grip left your scalp, but somehow, that just turns you on even more. You sit back up against the passenger's seat, wiping a bead of saliva on the corner of your mouth with your finger. When he stops the engine, you turn to the side to look at him, your breathing heavy in anticipation as you give him a sultry look, waiting for him to say something.

Ghost zips his pants back before stepping out of the vehicle. He moves to open your door. You climb out carefully, your eyes locked on his briefly before he beckons you to follow him to the front door silently. He suddenly grabs your wrists, gripping you hard as you two enter his home. He takes you with him upstairs to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless tonight," he declares gruffly, his gaze piercing into your soul. "And tomorrow, and every day after that." He pauses, taking a deep breath to rein in his emotions before adding, "If you're game for that, of course."

His words cause your entire body to tremble. His deep, hoarse voice... his domineering promise as he implies wanting to do this with you not only for tonight but also for who knows how long. You grab the back of his head, pulling him close to you so that your lips are only an inch away from each other.

"I think you know how game I am," you whisper. "But I don't want to be just your fuck buddy, Lt. With you, it's different. With you... I.."

Before you can finish your sentence, Ghost captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue diving into your mouth hungrily. He presses you against the door, pinning you there with his large frame. His hands roam boldly across your body, tracing every curve and plane as he explores you. His rough touch contrasts with the gentleness of your connection, showcasing the complexity of his desires.

Breaking the kiss, Ghost meets your gaze, his expression unreadable. "I don't want a fuck buddy either," he trails off, his thumb running tenderly over your bottom lip.

"God, Lt," you whisper breathlessly as he kisses you fiercely like he's going to devour you if he wasn't going to already. Every spot of your body his hand caresses sends a shiver down your spine. You look at him longingly, your eyes half-lidded and smitten as he continues to run his thumb over your lip.

"It's still absurd to me," you breathe shakily. "How you want me."

"There's nothing absurd about it," Ghost replies harshly. "You belong to me. In my bed, under my protection, where I can ravish you as often as I please, and I can appreciate you right after." He leans in closer, his eyes locked on yours. "From this moment forth, there will be no denying it. No hiding behind titles or rank," he says, punctuating his words with another hard kiss.

His words send shockwaves through your chest. Your want for him intensifies, and you can't do anything else but submit to him.

His tongue glides easily into your mouth, battling yours furiously for dominance, teeth clicking together as your tongues tangle and dance. His hand cups the back of your neck, holding you in place as you revel in your chemistry. With every passing moment, it becomes increasingly clear that both of your passion knows no bounds. You are two souls destined for each other, connected by an undeniable force that cannot be stopped or ignored.

Suddenly, Ghost tears his mouth away from yours, looking deep into your eyes. "Get undressed,"

You swallow in anticipation, and you slowly nod, completely surrendering to his every command. You slowly undress, removing every article of clothing until you stand in front of him, bare and naked. Your cheeks flushed, heated by the way he silently takes in your sight. You shift your weight slightly, waiting for him to say something. You can feel yourself getting even wetter, your arousal so unbearable you might have to beg him soon.

Ghost steps towards you, his eyes not stopping to take in every inch of your exposed beauty. Your skin glistens with light perspiration, and your nipples stand rigid, begging for attention. He reaches out to trail his fingers along the soft skin of your abdomen before lifting his hand to cup one of your breasts. He gives it a gentle squeeze, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You let out a small sound, a mix of pleasure and nervousness, but you stay put without protesting. Satisfied with your response, he dips his head, taking one of your hardened peaks into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip.

You throw your head back, your pleasure palpable as your moans slowly fill the air. Your wanton hums intensify with every flick of his tongue over your nipple, making your knees weak by the second. You push him off gently, looking at him with need. "Bed... please..."

Ghost hesitantly lets go of your breast, his chest rising and falling heavily as he regains his composure. He leads you to the bed, helping you lie down on your back before hovering over you. His gaze travels down your body, taking in every curve, every crevice as if memorizing every inch of you.

He positions himself between your spread legs. His hands rest on either side of your face, framing your features as he looks down at you. There is both possession and tenderness in his gaze, reflecting the complex emotions that run deep within him.

You bring a hand to his face, his mask which has only been lifted a touch above his lips this entire time rough against your fingers. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you are crossing any boundaries, but you swallow all of your reservations away.

"...Can I see you?" you whisper tenderly, hoping it won't shy him away from all of this.

Ghost stiffens at your soft query. Despite his undeniable desire for you, he's never let anyone get this close, not emotionally nor physically. To reveal himself would mean opening himself up entirely, exposing vulnerabilities he thought were safely hidden beneath layers of bravado and self-preservation.

However, something within him responds to your request, craving the trust and intimacy that comes with letting someone truly see who he is. After a long moment of deliberation, he nods curtly, reaching up to remove his mask.

Relief washes over you as he nods to your plea. He slowly lifts his mask, pulling it to reveal a handsome, ragged face. With cheekbones so sharp and jaw so well-defined, you immediately thought of how he could have been a model had he not been a soldier. But then the faint scars on his face say it all. Each one with stories to tell. Ghost winces as you trace the old scars marring his otherwise handsome face, his emotions warring within him.

"You're perfect," you sigh.

The fact that his scars exist only serves as a painful reminder of everything he's experienced—both triumphant victories and crushing defeats. Yet, amidst the turmoil, your simple declaration rings clearly: 'perfect'. The word itself holds such power, striking directly at the heart of his insecurities, giving him hope that perhaps he can find solace in your arms. Despite his doubts, Ghost finds himself unable to resist you any longer. He leans in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss that speaks volumes beyond mere words.

You eagerly return his kiss, your mouth searing against his in a desperate dance as you both lower your guard down, completely giving in to each other. You brush his fingers over his blonde hair as his tongue moves over yours hungrily.

You then tug on the hem of his top. “How long are you going to stay dressed?” you manage to say in between kisses.

Releasing your lips with reluctance, Ghost looks down at the remnants of his clothes. "Too bloody long," he mutters before starting to strip, piece by piece, tossing them aside as they hit the floor.

He stands fully nude before you, every muscle defined and honed from years of training and combat experience. The scarred evidence of his journey adorns his chest and torso, telling tales of battles fought and lives saved. But that’s not all; his lengthy, thick cock catches your attention as it stands proud against his abdomen. It was dark in the car when you gave him that dangerous blowjob, but seeing it in detail, you couldn't help but suck in a deep breath as you predict how much it will inevitably stretch you.

Without further hesitation, he repositions himself between your spread legs once again. Your eyes lock as he prepares to take you once more, filled with determination and raw desire.

“No wonder all the other women in the unit talk about getting fucked by you,” you playfully drawl.

Ghost chuckles as he gazes down at you. "Is that so? Unfortunately for them,” As if to prove his point, he positions his cockhead at your entrance, his hips beginning to thrust forward steadily, filling you using your convenient wetness in one smooth movement.

“They’re not you.”

Your bodies collide in a rhythmic fashion, creating an erotic symphony of slapping skin and muffled moans. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper into your core as he buries himself balls-deep inside of you, setting a pace that borders on brutal.

Grunting with approval, Ghost increases his pace, delivering brutal poundings of his pelvis against yours. His breath grows ragged as sweat beads form along his brow, trickling down his temples to vanish beneath his twitching lower lip. Every muscle in his body tenses with effort as he pounds into you relentlessly, taking what you both want so desperately.

"Look at you," he breathes in awe as he takes in the sight of his cock disappearing inside your hole. His hand wraps tightly around your upper arm, leaving bruises in its wake as he uses it to maintain control during your passionate coupling.

"I,.. please..," you moan obscenely, your hips moving on their own in an attempt to match his rhythm. You're not quite sure what you're pleading with him for, but whatever it is, you want it.

"Don't stop," you beg as your legs tighten around his waist, forcing him to bury himself even deeper in you. Taking hold of your left leg, Ghost lifts it higher, hooking it over his shoulder to provide maximum access. With renewed vigor, he plunges harder and faster into your depths, hitting new angles with each powerful thrust. The slapping of your skin creates a cacophony that fills the room, echoing off the walls as they become lost in a haze of desire. Your gasps and moans intertwine in a symphony of passion as the intensity reaches unprecedented heights.

As he continues his assault on your body, Ghost finally meets your gaze, his eyes dark and wild with lust.

"Fuckin' hell, you don't know how much I've thought of doing this to you. The real thing doesn't even come close."

You let out a gasp as his words overwhelm you. As he thrusts inside you harder than before, you feel your walls pulsating around his cock as his tip brushes against your sweet spot with accuracy. Your back arches in response, your toes curling against his back as you search for that sensation once more.

"Like that,... please... again," you beg desperately, your cries heavy as you stare at him with stupefied eyes.

Throwing his head back with a primal groan, Ghost grips your hip tightly, using it to thrust his length into you harder and faster. Each pounding motion brings you two closer to the edge, your bodies slick with sweat as you lose yourselves in each other's pleasure. With his mind foggy with lust, Ghost focuses solely on satisfying you, determined to give you everything you want and more.

Reaching down, he slips his fingers between your folds, finding your swollen clit and circling it firmly with his thumb while continuing his savage thrusts. "That it?" he grates out, his voice straining from exertion.

"Yes! Like that," you gasp, your mind hazy with pleasure, your body quivering as he assaults you with both his cock and his thumb. He stimulates your clit so skillfully, you lose confidence in being able to hold your climax much further. You start clutching onto his sheets for dear life, your sex-filled senses overwhelming you as he speeds up his pace, all the while still rubbing your clit gently. You can feel tears running down the corner of your eyes from immense pleasure, your release building up the more he hastens his movements.

Feeling you close to the edge, Ghost quickens his hips even more, driving his cock into you with force. He maintains the firm circle on your clit, knowing how sensitive it is.

"Are you close, love?" he growls out, his eyes narrowing as he focuses purely on sending you spiraling over the peak.

Just as you're about to reach your climax, he pulls out suddenly, causing you to cry out in surprise and disappointment. "Not yet. Hold it in for me," he commands, rubbing his cockhead awfully slowly against your entrance once more.

"Please... Ghost... I want to cum," you beg shamelessly, spreading your legs even more, urging him to sink his cock inside you again. You want to land a fist on his handsome face for cutting you right off when you were so close, but you know that you are at his mercy right now. You look at him with pleading eyes, your hands reaching up to the back of his neck, bringing him down closer to you.

Ignoring your plea, Ghost leans in, catching your mouth with his own in a demanding kiss. His tongue invades your mouth roughly, claiming it as his. You can taste yourself on his lips, an intoxicating flavor that fuels his desire for you. As the kiss breaks, his hips start moving again, easing his throbbing member back into you at a torturously slow pace. He wants you to suffer alongside him, feeling the anticipation build once more after being denied moments ago.

Everything about this is about dominance and submission. Even as you both lose yourselves in pleasure, there remains a clear distinction between you two - he controls and you accept.

"Flip over," he orders, motioning for you to lay on your stomach.

You do not even protest; you immediately get on your stomach, your back facing him as you bury your face in one of his pillows. The fabric smells so much like him, his scent so strong it erases all doubts you have left in your head. You lift your ass in the air, swinging it side to side impatiently.

"Hurry," you whine. Chuckling darkly, Ghost grabs onto your waist, positioning himself behind you. Without further warning, he slams his cock inside you with enough force to create a loud slap. You cry out in surprise, your pussy still vulnerable from previous use. Quickly adjusting, you relax into the thrusts, allowing him to fill you deeply again.

Stroking your hair tenderly, he kisses your ear lobe. "Good girl. Now keep still and enjoy it," he whispers seductively. And with that, he begins to pound into you methodically, matching each thrust with a slap on your round ass cheeks that leaves red imprints behind. He hammers into you with renewed ferocity, his thrusts growing more violent and unforgiving with every passing moment.

You gasp loudly, his hard and brutal thrusts rubbing against your walls in pleasure beyond your understanding. Your knees tremble underneath you, your moans slightly being muffled by the pillow as he spreads your cheeks, pulling his cock out entirely. You can tell how he is momentarily studying your twitching hole like he's enjoying his handiwork before he slowly sinks himself again inch by inch. You tremble, your breathing unsteady, your mind lacking any relevant thoughts besides the way he makes you feel so full.

Panting heavily, Ghost buries himself deep inside you once more, picking up the pace quickly. His hips move with a force born from years of punishing workouts and endless battles, causing you to arch your back in response. The mattress beneath you creaks ominously as he powers his way into you, his thrusts growing more erratic and intense. The room seems to shrink around you, becoming nothing more than a tiny sphere consisting of the two of you engaged in this fierce act of passion. Each time he pulls out, he spanks your ass cheeks harder, leaving angry red marks that sting but somehow fuel the fire burning between you even more.

Groaning, Ghost grits his teeth as you plead with him. The feeling of you tightening around him sends waves of pleasure coursing throughout his entire body, almost overwhelming him. Resisting the urge to explode prematurely, he gives you one final, powerful thrust before holding himself perfectly still inside you.

"Ghost- I want to cum! Please," you beg as you feel the familiar sensation of your impending climax rising once more. You shamelessly move your own hips, slamming yourself backward, deeper into his cock as you attempt to chase after that sweet feeling. He's torturing you- completely under his mercy.

Instead of granting your wish, Ghost decides to prolong your agony. Slowly withdrawing from you, he circles your clit with his thumb before pushing three fingers into your soaked warmth. Curling them upwards towards your g-spot, he massages and presses against it until he feels you begin to quake beneath him. Just as you're inches away from exploding, Ghost withdraws his fingers once more, removing all forms of stimulation from your achingly sensitive area.

Holding you down roughly, he positions himself at your entrance before plunging back inside, re-establishing contact with your G-spot, only for him to fully pull out again.

"Ghost!!" you scream, your need excruciating as he denies you your release once more. Your body quivers to the edge, your pussy extremely slick and wet from his brutal stimulation. You want to cum so bad, but he keeps stealing the chance away from you.

"Ghost, please... please.." You beg wantonly, your cries so desperate as you sniffle, your ass still up in the air for him.

Dark satisfaction courses through Ghost as he witnesses your suffering firsthand. Your pleas and begging only fuel his desire to see you squirm and writhe beneath him. His tip leaks precum as it hovers over your entrance, taunting you with the possibility of pleasure before it's cruelly taken away once more.

With a final surge of power, Ghost pushes his hips forward, driving his rigid length deep inside you, claiming what's rightfully his. He groans in satisfaction as your tight channel convulses around him, welcoming his invasion wholeheartedly. "There, feel better now?"

Your back arches once more as his cock's swift, brutal motion causes you to see stars. "Mhm, yes! Yes! Please, Ghost, don't stop," you beg like a spoiled brat, your whines so needy as you push your hips back, your core swallowing his cock deeper.

Leaning over you, his towering frame blocking out the light, Ghost sinks his teeth to the back of your neck, giving you another visible mark that you'll need to hide once tomorrow comes. Grabbing onto your shoulders, he starts moving inside you with purposeful strokes, his thick cock hitting all the right spots inside your tight channel. Your insistence fuels him as he works his hips, determined to satisfy both his desires and yours.

Feeling you quiver beneath him, Ghost knows you're getting close once more.

"Ghost- Like that, God, I'm so close-!" You grit out as he pounds into you with deliberate strokes, each thrust brushing against your G-spot, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves with agonizing pleasure. You throw your head back, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth, your hot breaths filling the room with lascivious noises. You're so close- you begin praying he won't deny you of that chance once more.

Grinning maliciously, Ghost pulls you forward, anchoring your weight on his arms as he holds you down. This allows him to penetrate you even deeper, striking gold as he hits your sweet spot multiple times with ease. His pace slows slightly as he feels the last threads of resistance snap within you. It's inevitable now; you'll cum soon.

And then he strikes. Moving with unparalleled speed and precision, Ghost flips you over violently, pinning you beneath him with one leg pressed against yours, keeping you immobile as his cock ruthlessly fills your wet pussy.

"Oh god, oh god-!" You cry over and over again like a broken record, your body quivering as he commits his brutal onslaught against your sweet spot unforgivingly, each time making you lose all your ability to coherently think. Your pussy constricts around him, your entire body trembling as you can feel yourself on the brink of release.

"I can't... I'm going to," you wail, your walls throbbing in need as you can feel your climax rising.

Feeling you tighten around his cock, Ghost leans in, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss, silencing your screams of ecstasy.

"Not yet," Ghost growls out, holding your gaze with a smirk playing on his features. Using your ass as a purchase, he bucks his hips repeatedly, pulling his cock almost entirely out before slamming it home again. His pace is rapid and rough, showing no mercy as he forces you through wave after wave of pleasure that threatens to consume you whole.

Hearing those desperate pleas sent shivers down his spine, enflaming his already intense passion. Gazing into your eyes, he responds to your breathless pleas with a growl, his thumb pressing into the sensitive area of your clit, sending shockwaves throughout your entire being.

"Now." Finally, he gives you permission to let go. He commands, bracing his arms above your head as he watches you surrender to your orgasm. A devilish smile curls upon his lips as he feels your inner wall constricting around him.

Your orgasm crashes like waves against his body, the intensity almost too much for either of you to bear. Your body convulses violently underneath him, milk dripping from your sex onto his waiting cock.

Witnessing your spectacular orgasm sends him hurtling over the edge as well. His hips buck wildly, unloading his hot seed deep inside you as he roars out his climax. After several long seconds, his body goes limp, heavy as lead on top of yours, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Finally, he relaxes, the tips of his fingers tracing lazy patterns across your flushed skin.

"Well fuck," he mutters, still slightly winded from the experience. Lifting himself, Ghost rolls off you to grab a towel nearby. He wipes both of you clean before he lies beside you, pulling you into his side protectively.

You hum in appreciation sighing as you relish in his arms. You stay silent for a moment, still in the process of letting your heart rate come down to normal. Then, you stare at him with a smile.

“I was definitely not disappointed,” you mutter playfully.

Raising an eyebrow, Ghost grins proudly at you. "Better believe that," he retorts, kissing you on the forehead tenderly. Though his voice held a hint of arrogance, it didn't detract from the sincerity in his touch. The afterglow still hung heavily in the air, making every movement feel lazier and slower as if the world were caught in a gentle slumber.

"You did good, love."

Chuckling at his words, you snuggle up to him closer as you let his warmth envelope you. You bury your face into his neck, hesitating to speak for a moment before swallowing the lump in your throat.

“So, I guess you and I are a thing now,” you sheepishly mutter, your breath muffling against his skin.

Catching you off guard, Ghost laughs heartily, his strong arm wrapping tighter around your waist. "Who said we weren't before?" he teases, kissing your temple before nuzzling your nose. His tone softens significantly as he continues, "Of course we are. Didn't you notice how I always looked out for you? How I make sure nothing bad happened to you? Well, it wasn't just because I am your Lt," he explains, smirking down at you fondly.

"You got stuck in my life like a tick, and now...”

You pull your face away from his neck to meet his gaze. You take in his bare face one more time, admiring the way his smile is on display, all for you to see and appreciate. You place a soft kiss on his jaw, then you give him a genuine smile of satisfaction.

“Thank you, Lt, for sparing me a lonely night.”

Returning your smile broadly, Ghost returns your affection with a gentle peck on your lips. "That’s a given." Placing another kiss on your forehead, Ghost closes his eyes briefly, enjoying the peacefulness surrounding them at this moment. His free hand travels down to rest on your exposed thigh, providing comforting heat against your cooler skin.

As you both continue to lie together in silence, content with each other's presence, it becomes clear that your bond has evolved far past mere camaraderie. You share something special, something unique. A connection born from trust, loyalty, and ultimately love—one that will only strengthen with time.

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menofchaos · 1 year ago

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Coco x Reader

Note: Not sure where this came from but I'm not questioning writing inspo! This look holds a special place in my little heart. Shout out to @thesewickedhands for the gif and @spideyspeaches for the divider. Sexy warnings. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Her foot tapped anxiously against the floor, her eyes watching the clock on the wall as it ticked by, minute after minute. The playlist on her phone was on its third round, the mostly-melted candles on the table were put out only moments before. The street outside was silent, no rumbling of his bike engine alerting her of his arrival. She looked at her phone screen, tapping the screen to illuminate it again. No notifications still. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the prickling anger she felt in her veins. He had never stood her up before and was never late without an explanation. The hour hand moved to the 12 and she shook her head. He was officially three hours late. She cleaned up the remnants of their date, covering his plate with tinfoil and sticking it in the microwave. She considered how to approach him when he came home. While it was his first offense, it was their second anniversary. Two years of dealing with their own individual relationship traumas, the club, exes to get to the solid ground they found themselves on. Or so she thought. She entertained herself with going the toxic route. Texting him and telling him not to come home, locking him out or waiting up for him and blowing up on him as soon as he stepped foot through the door. Before she finished eating, her phone lit up with a call. From EZ. Fuck.

“Hello?” she answered nervously.

“Hey uh…Coco needs a ride home from the clubhouse,” EZ sighed, “Jesus, dude.”

She frowned, “Is he okay?”

“He’s wasted. We had some club shit run long and as soon as we got back, he hit the bar hard. Finished a whole bottle. He’s mouthing off to everyone. Can you take him home? He’s getting belligerent. Gilly and Angel said they’ve never seen him like this.”

She closed her eyes as she listened, hearing arguing in the background, “I’m gonna change and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Thanks,” he murmured, “The gate’s open, we’ll be here to help you get him in the car- bro, why don’t we go outside and have a cigarette? Your girl is coming over.”

She heard a voice she knew anywhere, slurring and harsh, responding to the suggestion.

“I’ll see you soon, E,” she sighed, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he hung up and she pulled off her dress, changing into a pair of cotton shorts and one of Coco’s old flannel shirts. She slid some shoes on and grabbed her purse, the ride silent as she drove through the dark streets of Santo Padre. When she pulled up to the clubhouse, Coco and EZ were sitting on the porch steps. Coco was resting his head against the stair railing, a lit cigarette in his limp fingers. Chucky was cleaning the other side of the steps. Gilly walked outside as she got out.

“What happened?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Gilly scoffed, “But he better get it together. I almost knocked him the fuck out.”

“Fuck off,” Coco’s retort was raspy and low but lacked the usual bite.

Gilly rolled his eyes, “Come on, boy scout,” the two men picked up Coco, helping him into the passenger seat of her SUV. EZ handed her a water bottle after they closed the door, “He threw up already but he’s been quiet since. Hopefully he just goes to bed.”

“Good luck,” Gilly nodded, “Text when you get home so we know you made it. We can come kick his ass if you need us.”

“I can handle him but thanks boys,” she smiled softly, “I’ll make sure he apologizes tomorrow.”

EZ laughed, “Want me to follow, just in case?”

She shook her head, “I'll call if there’s a problem. Good night,” she got in the car and started driving home. Coco’s eyes were closed and his head was against the door.

“You got anything to say?” she asked him a few minutes later.

He grunted, “Got a cigarette?”

She sighed, “In my purse.”

He reached down and opened her bag, lighting a cigarette and opening the window to let the smoke out. She waited for him to take a few drags, pulling up to a red light.

“Anything else you wanna say?” she looked over at him.

He rubbed his eyes, “We almost home? I’m fuckin’ tired.”

She scoffed, “Unbelievable.”

He narrowed his eyes, “What?”

The light turned green and she started driving, “You don’t call or text all day. You stood me up to get shitfaced with your brothers, who you pissed off so bad they almost beat your ass, and all you have to say is you’re tired?”

“Pretty much,” he grumbled.

“You can get yourself inside because picking you up is about where my hospitality runs out,” she snapped.

“I can walk,” he hissed, “I’m drunk, not paralyzed.”

She pulled into the driveway and got out of the car after grabbing her purse, slamming her door behind her. Coco stumbled out, following her up the path to the house. They went inside and he collapsed on the couch, closing his eyes.

“I don’t know where you get the balls to treat me like this, Johnny,” she glared, “I don’t know what your fucking problem is but I didn’t do shit to you. We were fine this morning, you were more than happy to let me suck your dick in the shower but now I get this drunk, pissy asshole who doesn’t even have the decency to let me know he’s gonna miss our anniversary dinner for what? Drinks with the guys? Something you can do literally whenever-”

“Celia has Letty doing fuckin’ porn.”

She froze at the admission, her eyes wide in shock as she watched his still form. She hadn’t heard his mother or daughter’s name since he first told her about their situation. They had been looking through some old boxes of his and a few pictures fell out of a stack of papers. One was of a newborn, her eyes big and her hair dark. His twin. It hung in his cell while he was inside. The other was a picture of 8 year old Coco next to a woman in a green dress, fixing his little matching tie. It was one of the few good memories he had of his childhood, the one event at school she attended. Celia had a sugar daddy and wasn’t on the corner or strung out. It didn’t last long and it wasn’t perfect, but at least he wasn’t cooking heroin to shoot into her veins.

Question after question tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop herself, “Are you sure? How do you know? You talked to them? Why didn’t you tell me? Do you want me to knock Celia's ass out?”

She stepped closer when he didn’t respond. She rolled her eyes when she saw his chest rising evenly, “Pendejo,” she mumbled.

She moved a pillow behind his back to make sure he was propped up, then set a bucket on the floor near him. She watched him for a few minutes, his face soft in sleep. She took his shoes off and set his gun on the side table, then covered him with a blanket. She texted Gilly and EZ, letting them know they made it inside unscathed. She climbed into bed and tried to sleep but her mind was still going a mile a minute. Last she knew, Celia and Letty were living in Fresno and Coco’s only contact with his mother was when she needed money. She tossed and turned for a while until she fell into a very uneasy sleep.

She woke up alone with even more questions and even less answers. She heard movement in the kitchen and decided to let him come to her. She was checking her phone when the bedroom door opened to reveal Coco with a mug in his hand, showered and in different clothes.

“I wanted to let you sleep,” he explained and set the mug down on her nightstand.

“Thanks,” she sat up slowly, putting her phone down in favor of the coffee.

He sat on the side of the bed by her legs, “I made it the way you like.”

She nodded and took a sip, “Hungover?”

“Pretty bad one,” he smiled softly, “Guess I deserve it.”

“At least,” she murmured, taking another sip.

“Good?” he checked, motioning the mug. She nodded, “Look, ma. Yesterday was fucked. And that's on me, you know? You were right, you didn’t do shit but I took it out on you anyway. I’m sorry for that.”

She set the coffee down to tie her long hair up in a messy bun, “Thank you for apologizing but I still have a million questions.”

Beeping from the kitchen sounded faintly, “I gotta get that, I cooked you breakfast,” he stood up, “You wanna come eat? I’ll answer your questions.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” she agreed.

He went to the door but paused, turning back around, “Can I kiss you or am I still in the doghouse?”

She couldn’t help smiling at his serious face, eyes wide and sad. She crooked a finger at him and he darted across the room, pressing a few hard kisses to her lips.

Coco headed back to the kitchen, taking a steadying breath as he fixed her a plate. His military training still had him up early, long night or not. He woke up on the couch alone, still dressed with a bucket on the floor. Memories of the previous day and night flooded back to him and he knew he needed to stop wallowing and talk to his partner. She was his queen. She always accepted, never judged and matched his energy effortlessly. She deserved better than how he treated her, which is how he found himself buying a bouquet of flowers at 7:30 in the morning, the cashier smirking knowingly. He cooked her favorite breakfast, texting apologies to his brothers when he had a free second.

She joined him a few minutes later, sitting down with her coffee mug. He set their plates down, “How’d I do?” he asked.

“So far, you’re going in the right direction,” she admitted, taking a few bites, “This is actually perfect. You buy this?” she joked.

Coco laughed, “Damn, alright. I deserved that,” he lit a blunt, “So…the club and I were talking to Louie the other day and he told me he made a movie with my little sister but he didn’t know till she came back all pissed off about money.”

She frowned, “Shit. So it’s too late to stop it?”

“Already uploaded,” he murmured, letting the smoke out, “I saw the little picture thing. The thumbnail.”

“Coco,” her face softened, “Why?”

He shrugged, “I guess I was hoping he got it wrong, you know? Even though she threatened him with the club.”

“I guess he didn’t,” she took a drag of the blunt when he passed it over.

“It’s her. Remember when I got back late the other day? I found Celia on the corner,” he admitted, “Told her to arrange a meeting. I met them at a diner yesterday afternoon. Celia told Letty I’m her dad and she ran off with a trucker. I uh…I don’t know where she is.”

She set the blunt in the ashtray, “Baby…”

Coco shook his head, “Club shit went a little weird yesterday. Took much longer than we thought. I was so in my own head that time just got away from me. I know that’s a shit excuse but…”

She took another bite, “And the drinking?”

He leaned back in his chair, pushing his food around with his fork, “I was gonna have one and come home. It was like my brain shut off. Next thing I knew, I was throwing up on the stairs.”

“That’s heavy,” she held her hand out across the table, “You don’t need to deal alone anymore, my love. You know that.”

“I know, I know,” he squeezed her hand, kissing her knuckles, “I just…it’s Celia.”

She nodded, knowing his mom was one of his biggest issues, “So…we getting a bigger place?”

His eyes widened, “What?”

She stroked his hand with her thumb, “We don’t have a spare room for Letty, she’s what, 16? We aren’t gonna bring her here just to have her sleep on the couch.”

She barely had the sentence out before he kissed her with bruising pressure, holding her cheeks as she whimpered. They were breathless when he broke the kiss, their lips still brushing together.

“Why are you so fucking good to me?” he whispered, “I don’t deserve it. Especially after last night.”

“I’m good to you because we’re in this together,” she licked her lips, smirking when his eyes fluttered closed at the feel of her tongue, “And because you’re taking the day off to make it up to me. That’s not a request.”

A devilish smirk crossed his lips, “Does that mean I get to eat your pussy all day?”

Her eyes lit up, “I mean…at least.”

She laughed as he carried her over his shoulder back to their room, tugging her shorts down her legs and leaving them in the hall as the bedroom door slammed closed.

“Taking advantage while you can?” she joked as her back hit the mattress. Coco crawled over her, pushing her shirt up and kissing the skin he exposed before helping her out of her shirt, kissing her hungrily. She wrapped her legs around his, pressing closer to him. He groaned as he ran a hand down her side, slipping his fingers between her legs. She gasped, her hips rolling as he touched her. He kissed back down her arching body, his tongue and fingers moving slow and deliberate. Coco smirked when he sucked harder, his tongue speeding up on her clit. He loved eating pussy but there was something about hers that made him feel insatiable. Her taste, her smell, the needy sounds she made when she got closer. Her long nails were scraping his skin as she gripped his hair, moans getting louder as she fell over the edge. Hearing her cry his name over and over like a prayer had him grinding against the bed as he brought her over a second time. He looked up to see her trembling, her chest heaving as she collapsed back on the bed.

“So that was one?” he smirked, licking his glistening lips as she laughed. He didn’t wait for an answer before lowering his head between her legs.

#coco x reader #coco cruz imagine #mayans imagine #mayans mc #johnny coco cruz #coco cruz

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paralyze-fic · 1 year ago

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Paralyze.

Chapter 23

He did it...

"All Might won!" The entire crowd cheered happily at the screen, seeing the number one hero standing victorious in front of the defeated villain.

Bakugou's hand gripped mine tightly, making me look down at him. He was just looking at the screen with an expression I couldn't decipher, "You okay?" His eyes locked on mine and he blinked a few times before answering me.

"I wanna go home," he whispered.

"The police have to talk to you for now, but I'll stay here with you, Katsuki."

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The police car stopped in front of my house, and I said a quick 'thanks' before getting off and walking to the front door.

When the incident occurred at the camp our things were sent back home, so my phone was here the whole time, meaning I had no way to contact anyone in the meantime.

My parents must've been worried sick.

I sighed, ready to get a scolding and some soft hits from my mom. The officer had notified my parents and told them about me arriving home in about three hours, so I was about to knock on the door when somebody opened it.

"(M/n)!" My mother jumped at me and hugged me tight, behind her I could see my father and the twins wrapping their arms around both of his legs.

"Nii-chan!!!" They ran at me too to hug my waist.

"Hey there monsters," I lovingly shuffled their hair when I heard them sniffing and sobbing. I sighed and I looked at my father, he was tearing up too, but had a small smile on his face.

"I'm glad you're okay, son."

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I spent time talking with my family for some hours, and it was already past midnight. The twins were each by my side, hugging me and sleeping soundly. My parents were yawning and stretching as they got up from the two-person couch.

"Come on, it's been a long day, let's get some sleep," my father picked up Akira while I picked up Ryo, we walked to their shared room and laid them down on their respective bed.

I kissed their foreheads with a little 'Good night' and walked out of the room with my father. "So..." I looked at him as we walked down the hall to our bedrooms. "Do you like Bakugou?"

The third person to ask this question.

I sighed with a frown, "Yes, I do like him." He hummed and nodded, my father stopped in front of his bedroom door, where I could hear mom pacing around.

"Why don't you seem happy then?" I turn my eyes to look down at the floor.

"Because he doesn't like me, dad." I felt his hand resting on my shoulder and tapping it.

"Has he told you he doesn't like you?" I shook my head side to side and he chuckled, "Then, you have an opportunity, (M/n). Don't waste it." He opened the door behind him as I was about to tell him something else. "Good night, boy."

He closed the door and I was left standing there alone. With a heavy sigh, I walked the last steps to my bedroom and opened the door. Dragging my feet against the floor, I went to my bed and plopped down on it.

"Ugh... where's my phone?" I sat up once more and before I could get up, I saw it on top of my nightstand, charging. "Thanks..." I didn't know who it was, but I still thanked them for plugging it to charge.

I grabbed it and turned it on, waiting for the screen to load. The battery was full, so I unplugged it.

It buzzed on my hand quite a few times, the messages app showing a determined number of notifications. I tapped on it.

Some texts were spam, some others weren't exactly important, and then there were Bakugou's messages.

PuppyKat;

Hey

Can you come over tomorrow?

Asshole, answer me

(M/n)!

Oi, dude!

Okay, good night.

A chuckle got past my lips as I read his messages, but decided to reply to him still, even if it was 1 a.m.

;Sorry I didn't reply, I got home about two hours ago and I've been talking with my parents.

;And yeah, I'll go if you want me with you so much, Suki-chan~

Shut up, I don't want to.

;You hurt me, Bakugou.

;I thought you loved me, now I'm sad :'(

Stop being annoying...

The old hag wants to see you, not me.

;Really?

;I thought you wanted me to go, but I see you don't actually want me to.

;Are we even friends~?

He took some time to reply, and for a moment I thought I had gone too far with my teasing, so I was about to apologize and tell him I would go to his house when my phone buzzed again.

I want to see you too, okay?

It's just embarrassing to say, shithead.

And of course we're friends, otherwise, I would have blown off your face already.

;Ha! That's more like the Bakugou Katsuki I know.

;Have a good night Katsuki. I'm going to sleep.

Good night to you too, (M/n).

I turned off my phone and got up to change into my sleepingwear. As I walked into the bathroom, I heard the buzzing of my phone against the wood of the nightstand, but I decided to get it later. Now, I have to take off this damn costume.

I had taken off the horns when I got home, and even the chains, also washed my hair to get rid of the copious amount of gel. My knuckles throbbed from the pain and I hissed, my mom wrapped them with bandages right after I came out of the bathroom and into the living room. The leather jacket and the t-shirt were thrown into the laundry basket in my bedroom's bathroom. The skinny jeans were off too.

And the choker... I was gonna keep that.

I dressed back in a t-shirt and shorts as my pyjamas and walked out, the screen of my phone illuminating my bedroom. I plopped back into my bed and got under the covers, I stretched a hand out and grabbed my phone again.

PuppyKat;

Thank you

For everything.

See you tomorrow.

My chest swelled and my heartbeat was crazy, I ended up with a big smile on my face as I dropped my head on my pillow. While I stared at the ceiling, the image of Bakugou came to my mind.

His voice, his body, his scent, his personality... everything about him.

"I love you Katsuki... so, so much."

That night, my dreams were plagued with images of Bakugou and I, together.

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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clicruz13 · 1 year ago

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Peter and Bruce

Chapter 5: Bruce Wayne, Crime Lord of Gotham; Part 3

“- state of emergency… Gas mask requirement until 2:00am. Evacuation is in progress for Bo….” Peter nearly snapped the knob off the radio.

Thompson glanced over her cards while Peter sat back down. Alfred sighed.

“It should be over soon enough.”

“Maybe.” Thompson gritted out, the nails of her free hand tapped on the island.

Alfred placed a hand over hers. “My dear, I’m sure you’ll be right back in the action soon enough. At least, Miss Reid is proving herself. And Fox Jr. is not a slouch either.

Thompson snorted. “Who knew old Alfy could have good ideas.”

‘The not-knowing is always the worst.’ Peter grimaced at his phone, ignoring the byplay. ‘If I had my suit…’

Peter shook his head at his foolishness. ‘Don’t be stupid. No one know who Spiderman is here. Nor do I know enough about the criminals in the Asylum. Besides I don’t even know where Wayne sent the kids. Though knowing Mr. Heartless, probably in the middle of it to keep control over his criminal empire.’

Peter, at some point, fell asleep on the island counter. When he woke, he was alone. A blanket had been draped over him. The tea set washed and put away. Cards neatly placed in their box. The morning sun streamed in the windows.

Peter gave a triple whistle; high-high-low and waited. No reply.

Checking his phone made him sigh in relief. The kids had responded that they were alright sometime early in the morning. However the lack of the Doctor and Alfred was … wait, a text from Alfred. Both had gone into town to check on the clinic.

Peter headed to his room to take a shower and get at least a meal started. When he entered his room, his sixth sense flared. The window was opened.

The first attack missed as he dodged but he moved right into the second one.

Bam.

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“I thought you said this room would be empty!” Peter grunted as his throbbing head reminded him of the hit. One of his attackers had wrapped him up in wire. Someone was also laying on him.

‘Ugh, would be easy to snap if need.’ Peter squinted. ‘At least they put me on the bed.’

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting a Pennyworth 2.0 either.”

‘I am not sure if I should be insulted or flattered.”

“At least, he’s a cute version.” The first shifting into a bubbly singsong tone. “I think somebody’s up.”

‘Space please.’ Peter thought as his sight was filled with a pale Gothic blonde with pink and blue pigtails.

She giggled at his discomfort. She was kicking her feet in the air.

‘Is she wearing a cat costume?’ Peter saw the glimpses of the second intruder with pointed cat ears.

“Harley…”

“Don’t worry, Kitty-kat.” The named Harley chirped. “You can do whatever in Hunky-Wayne’s office. I wanna to stay with the cute butler.”

“Just don’t kill him or something.” Kitty-kat sounded like she was just done.

“Who me? Nah, that was more of Red’s thing.”

‘Wonderful.’

Peter tried to be subtle about trying to get out from under her. Only for her to hug him.

“And where do you think you’re going?” She was pouting. “We should get to know each other better. Granted we need to keep ya a secret from Pudding.”

‘Pudding?’ Peter felt a bit incredulous.

“He gets so jealous easily. He just might kill ya if he found out.” She put her cheek in her hand, looking pensive. “So, shh. Right? Anyway, are those bandages covering something or they just for looks?”

Peter just blanked out. “Seesh, you’re the silent type, ain’t ya.”

Peter’s phone buzzed with a notification. “What do we have here?”

‘Should have put a lock on that.’ Harley sat up on his chest as she opened the phone. Her fingers flied across the screen.

“Oh, ya’re a Petey. That’s a nice name for a nice face.” She blinked at what she was reading. “Aw, crap. Well, it’s been nice meeting ya, Bandage-man. Maybe when ya in town, I’ll see ya. Nite-night.”

‘Wha-.’

WHAM.

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‘Agh, I’m getting slow in my old age.’ Peter thought wryly. ‘Maybe I’m just a masochistic.’

Alfred readjusted the ice-pack. “Hold it a few moments more. The swelling is almost completely down.”

Alfred, content with Peter’s progress, patted his hand as he left. “I need to check on Miss Stephanie and Miss Cass. “

Tim, arm in sling, sipped a large mug of java. “Either you are the luckiest man alive, Mr. Parker, or the unluckiest. Can’t decide.”

Peter gave a deadpan glare. Tim jiggled the tablet he tucked into his sling with a shit-eating grin.

“I mean the footage caught them downing you and drag you in. Then fifteen minutes later, Catwoman exits but Harley Quinn stays for longer. And we find you in the bed, tied up. Kinky.”

Peter considered his options but Jason beat it to him.

“OW.” Tim nearly dropped his precious coffee.

“Oops, my hand slipped.” Jason deadpanned. “They didn’t do anything else to you, did they?”

Peter frowned, tilting his head so the ice pack stayed while he gestured. [Card girl talk.]

“I bet.” Tim muttered as he put his mug on the island. “OWCH.”

“Next time, you pair up with Damian.” Jason snagged the empty mug to dump in the sink. “You and Dick are a horrible combination.”

“What?” Tim exclaimed. “Please don’t! I’ll -”

Peter’s sixth sense didn’t overload him like it had earlier but it rose to a dull roar. Peter turned as the two boys fell silent. Wayne stood, emanating predatory energy and only a bandaged first. Peter stood up, allowing the ice bag to land on the table. Peter watched warily as Wayne scanned the room.

Wayne’s eyes landed on Peter. Peter found himself dwarfed in Wayne’s shadow. Wayne’s eyes seemed to harden impossibly harder as he lingered on the rapidly yellow-green on Peter’s face.

Wayne breathed in deeply once, twice. Peter thought for a split second he heard a rumble.

Something vaguely familiar tickled Peter’s mind.

‘Deja vu and I need to have a talk soon.’ Peter mused as he meet Wayne’s eyes evenly.

“Hey, Old Man, how’s Damian?”

Wayne blinked and just like that, his eyes softened back into a summer sky. For a second, Wayne seemed confused but he masked it. Had Peter not been watching, he’d miss it. Wayne moved to pick up a fresh coffee. Tim was typing on his phone, like he received a new text.

“The head wound looked worse than it was. Fox patched him up.”

Peter hid his clenched fists behind his back. ‘Looks like he ain’t hiding his secret anymore.’

“You ready for my report.” Jason asked mildly despite the tension in his jaw.

Wayne’s eyes drifted back to Peter before agreeing. Peter only relaxed when he heard them enter Wayne’s office. Tim grabbed Peter’s arm.

[Thing wrong.]

“Yeah, I agree.” Tim said very softly. “I’m not sure what’s going on with Bruce but I’ve already asked Barbara. I think it might be safer if you stayed with her for a few days.”

Peter raised his hand to sign but Tim shook his head sharply.

“It's triggered by you. Whatever this is, it only occurs when you’re around. I’ve been watching the footage.”

‘And if it’s because I’m a meta-human and older…’ Peter fretted.

[D-U-K-E?]

Tim’s brow furrowed before clearing. “Don’t worry. If it’s based on THAT, one of the people coming to help definitely keep his attention.”

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Peter never even made it down the front steps of the manor an hour later. Even before Barbara gasped the beginning of a warning, Peter twisted to dodge the tackle. Wayne’s eyes were trailing glowing blue light and the snarl he gave emphasized fangs as the man twirled around.

‘Shit.’ Peter finally recalled what was going on. ‘You’re an idiot, Peter.’

Peter gave up the pretense of hiding what he could do. As Wayne got closer, Peter used Wayne’s momentum into a flipping kick. Wayne landed in the fountain in the drive.

“NO WAY.” Peter heard Duke exclaimed.

Peter barely flipped upright when Wayne was already closing the gap. Wayne to Peter’s trained sense was beginning to leak magic.

‘Wonderful. What type of demon is this?’

Wayne lunged and kicked out. Peter pirouetted to avoid it, only to have to dodge the next. He glimpsed that Duke (who was fricking flying, of all things) had gotten Barbara out of the damage zone. Right, the wall.

‘Not this again.’ This time Peter launched himself straight up to avoid the broader man from boxing him in. He used the back of Wayne’s head as he descended down to launch himself further away. Admittedly the thud Wayne’s head made against the wall was satisfying. A glance back had him groaning.

‘Alfred wasn’t kidding about him being hard-headed.’

Wayne was fricking smiling as if this was exciting. Peter watched warily from his new perch on a lamppost. Wayne stalked in a wide half-circle.

‘Damn it.’ Peter didn’t let the older man out of sight. ‘He’s trying to keep me here.’

Wayne took a step forward towards Peter, only to be forced back by a bullet. Wayne turned, snarling at the interloper. Jason, head bleeding, held a sniper weapon trained on Wayne as the teenager walked down the stairs.. The rest were positioned defensively around the door. Even Alfred held out his shotgun.

‘Shit had gone sideways in Dunnage.’ Peter’s grip dented the pole.

“Back off, B.”

“No.” Came the guttural response.

Peter, unable to dull the sense in time, was blinded by the magic flare of teleportation. However the meaty thud and Jason’s resulting groan told Peter the story he needed to know.

“Do not interfere.” Wayne barked as he tossed Jason back up the stairs.

‘Come on, it’s not like he’s giving you time to get any seals drawn out.’ Peter’s mind raced.

Peter dodged – barely when Wayne appeared from behind. A few glancing blows didn’t faze the older man.

‘Good news, folks, I’m readjusting. Bad news. He’s getting quick.’ Peter lamented as he was driven back towards the manor.

Peter undershot his flip and ended up with a punch that took the air out of his lungs. Wayne, eyes gone full on cat-like, wrapped his arms like steel around Peter. They both looked eyes. Wayne leaned slightly closer.

“Hello, little mage.”

‘Wa?’ Panic rose up as Peter’s upper functions shut down.

“Am I interrupting?” Someone causally spoke as they floated down right next to them.

In half of a breath, Wayne released him on an account of a punch to the jaw.

‘Get out. Get out, getout, getout. Gogogogogogogogogo.’

Peter fled into the gardens.

Scrambling into the better-than-nothing safety of the topiaries.

Through the orchard.

Falling off the edge of the terrace and into the pastures.

Shade, darkness.

Hide. Hide.

Shhh.

When the panic subsided, Peter found himself cocooned in the corner of the barn. He could hear Alfred the cat mewing at him, Titus whining, and the cow restlessly pacing.

Peter stared at his reddened wrists and began to laugh. And laugh until the tears started.

‘Guess I didn’t actually need the shooter after all.’ He tilted his head so he rested against the back of the cocoon.

“Oh shit.” Duke’s voice woke Peter out of his exhausted doze. “What the hell is that?”

Peter could sense Alfred the cat brushing up against an exterior support

“It’s Peter.” Damian said matter-of-factually. “The tracker leads to here.”

“How are going to get him out?” Duke questioned.

Peter tiredly rolled his eyes. Reaching out, he ripped open the cocoon at little too much and dumped himself onto the loft. He grunted.

Damian helped him up to his feet. Duke stared at the slowly dissolving web. Peter couldn’t find the words to reassure the boys. The panic had drained him completely.

As such, he could be forgiven when exactly he was given the last piece of the Wayne family’s secret for his reaction.

As they rounded the front of the manor, Wayne was sitting on the steps. Wrapped in a blanket, Wayne looked as drained as Peter felt. Jason, at least sitting up and alert, grumbled at Alfred tending to his injuries. Cass and Stephanie were chatting with Barbara. A dark-haired woman in a stage magician costume was talking with Dick dressed in a dark body suit and mask.

‘Eh? Dick in a body suit…’

Peter looked at the four other people talking to Wayne. Superman. Wonder Woman. The Flash. Green Lantern. He had seen them from time to time on the news when he was able to catch it, in papers, and more recently on the internet. Wayne was the first to look up. Peter’s body finally gave out.

‘Holy shit. Batman.’

#Peter and Bruce #Batman/Spiderman crossover #Spiderman #Batman #peter parker #bruce wayne #batfam #alfred pennyworth

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cloud-9ine · 3 years ago

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Cable Shocks

⤷ pairing - denki kaminari x reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - slight angst, hurt/comfort, illness, exploitation

⤷ summary - you notice the other class 1-a students using denki’s quirk for their favours, and you catch him later paying the price

⤷ word count - 3.2k+

Denki Kaminari was a giver.

He gave his help, he gave his laughter, he gave his love, and recently, he was beginning to give himself, too.

It started off innocently: he showed the Class 1-A students his party trick- look at that, he can charge phones! After that, the others had regularly come to him in need of their devices being charged, or electricity constantly pumped into something that only he could provide. And Denki, being a giver, well, he never said no.

It didn’t matter to him that it would make him short circuit, it didn’t matter to him that they would laugh, it didn’t even matter to him that all he could taste every evening was acid.

Denki Kaminari was a giver, and he was prepared to give his life.

Your class common room was never empty. At any given time, there was always at least two of your classmates in there- no exceptions. If you wanted to make tea in the early morning, Iida and Yaoyorozu would greet you with beaming grins unbecoming of such an unnatural time. Alternatively, if you wanted to cry at 3 AM, you would lay your eyes on Tokoyami and Jirou plunged into the darkness, leaving you to wonder whether they were just acting off or if they were summoning a demon to curse those who have wronged them.

At this moment, Denki was sat on the centre sofa, three cables stuck between his teeth. Beside him sat Mina, eagerly chatting to Kirishima who sat opposite to her on a plush chair with Sero lounged over the arm of it. The three looked content, but you couldn’t help but notice the stiffness at which Denki was disposed, concentration knotting his brows as he worked on keeping the sparks flowing through the wires.

You slipped into the room, deciding on the space on the other side of Denki. The other occupants of the room gave you a quick hello before returning to their previous conversations. With the exception of Denki, obviously, who seemingly forgot his task the moment he heard your name mentioned. His eyes sparkled once he saw you, his head turning to the side as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey, Kaminari, you’re dropping the wires!” Sero snickered, eyeing up the way Denki looked down in alarm.

“Only 27%? Come on, I need more than that!” Mina whined, shoving the cables back into the spooked boy’s mouth. He looked at you apologetically, attempting to convey something with wild gestures that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. You laughed, patting the top of his head to quell his struggles.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just chill, yeah?” He paused, dropping his hands to his lap and nodding. You grinned, bumping your shoulder against his before pulling your phone out. Denki squinted at the object, as if it had personally offended him. Grinning, you shook your head.

“Fully charged. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” His expression softened, cheeks glowing a slight pink at your words. You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, ending up slumped against Denki’s side, who in return leaned into you.

“And so basically, I told him he was nuts, right?” The careless ramblings of Mina was enough to get you to relax, scrolling aimlessly through your friend’s Instagram posts. Ochako had posted a weirdly aesthetic picture of mochi, Midoriya had posted a picture of Ochako, Iida was posting about cyber-bullying, the works.

Being in physical contact with Denki while he was in charging mode, you noticed, made your hair float up like static electricity. You didn’t mind this, taking to flattening down your hair every once in a while during your relaxation. It was easy to let go with your classmates- the gentle lull of the voices of the others mixed with the pleasant buzz of Denki’s skin against yours made for a comforting experience that almost made you fall asleep.

“Hey dunce face!” Denki jumped at the sound of Bakugo’s voice, his elbow jutting into your side and forcing you to tense up. He didn’t seem to notice your subtle glare, however, as his attention was focused on the other boy that had slammed open the door (not that Bakugo seemed entirely angry today, but it was just his natural disposition that made every action of his aggressive).

“H-Hey bro! What’s up?” Bakugo didn’t respond to Kirishima’s words, further ignoring the similar muffled greeting that Denki managed to let out.

“I need this charged,” he grumbled, moving to Denki and shoving a fourth wire in his mouth. You frowned, eyeing up the two boys wearily. The screens of the current phones flashed, an indication that he wasn’t putting in enough charge. He gulped as Bakugo stomped back out the room, his eyes squeezing shut as he amped up the electricity.

As if a switch had been flipped, Denki’s blonde locks frizzed up before succinctly falling back down to his head. You stared at him, eyes widened as the wires dropped to the ground.

“Wheeeee!” His body fell into you, thumbs sticking out with a goofy smile painted onto his face. A small smile pushed passed your lips as you grabbed a pillow and placed it under his head just as he fell off your shoulder and into your lap.

“Oh my god! He’s buzzed out!” Mina cackled, grabbing her phone to snap a couple of photos as the others laughed.

“I love the guy, but my god is he dumb.” You bit your lip at Sero’s grin, angling Denki’s head away from the camera and raking your hands through his hair. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling his face into your stomach as he rambled about something to do with being okay. It was hard to understand him in this state.

“Come on guys, not cool.” You mumbled, using your sleeve to wipe away a bit of drool on Denki’s chin.

“Ah, cheer up (Y/N)! He does this all the time- it doesn’t matter!” Kirishima’s words made a pit coil in your stomach, nausea prickling your throat.

“It doesn’t matter. Leave him alone.” Mina rolled her eyes.

“God, it’s not a big deal. It’s his own fault, anyway.” You couldn’t help the annoyance that fuelled the glare in your eyes, but you pushed it down with a harder bite to the inside of your cheek. There was the burst of something metallic that tinged your tongue, but you ignored it.

“Come on, Denki. Let’s go,” said boy didn’t seem to recognise your words until you propped him up so you could stand up before pulling him off the sofa. Seemingly slightly resigned by your actions, Mina dropped her phone into her lap, looking away. This didn’t stop the other two from laughing, however, the volume of their cackles only increasing as Denki fell into your back.

With a groan, you shoved your shoulder into the door to open it and letting Denki clamber through. You painstakingly led him into his dorm room, redirecting him away from every wall he tried to run into and each piece of furniture he rammed into his abdomen. Your phone was blowing up with notifications, but you elected to ignore that as you made sure he didn’t hit his head as he fell onto his bed.

You wrote him a quick note and stuck it on his door, turning around to make one last check that he wasn’t going to kill himself the moment you stepped out the door.

Come find me when you’re back to normal.

“(Y/N)…” he whined, hands reaching out for you as he rolled onto his side, eyes sparkling once he saw you. You sighed, moving to brush a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” It didn’t seem like he quite understood what you said, but the compliant nod and shining smile was enough to convince you he would be okay.

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PinkCake: hes so cute <33

GreenCake: It’s interesting how Denki has been ‘buzzing out’ more, but I suppose if he’s been using his quirk more often outside of training he could be slowly building a resistance.

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You didn’t see Denki for the rest of the day.

When you stirred from your sleep, it was still dark. You felt a warmth building below your skin that spurred you to strip of your blanket, allowing it to fall into a crumpled heap onto the floor before creeping out the room. In the dead silence of the night, each one of your footfalls sounded like a bang to a drum.

The common room was empty that night. You squinted through the darkness, feeling your way to the sink to pour yourself a glass of water. You stilled in the quiet for a moment, letting the movement settle as you took a sip. There was always a sort of ringing once it got quiet enough, a small reminder that despite the fact you were alone in the dark, there was still something going on.

Click.

At the end of the hall, a light turned on, the orange glow a stark contrast from the deep shadows that plagued the area. You heard a quiet shuffling, before a muffled gagging sound rang out.

Eyes widening, you rushed as quietly as you could down the hall, nearly crashing into the door as you shoved your way into the bathroom.

Hunched over the sink, chest racking with coughs and gags was Denki, his eyes teary as they struggled to focus on you. A dark substance, almost completely black if it were not for the slightest translucency, dripped from his parted lips and into the basin, clashing against the pure white marble.

You clapped a hand to your mouth, willing down the tears that welled in your eyes.

“Denki… what?” You choked out, voice hoarse from the dryness that stung your throat. Denki attempted to push himself up, hands trembling and knuckles white as he gripped the side of the countertop.

“(Y/N)…” his voice shook as he reached up to wipe his mouth, taking a step back from you in a vain bid to pass you and leave. You quickly snapped the door shut, no longer caring whether you woke anyone up.

Click.

Denki weakly chuckled at the look on your face. The lock. He closed himself into the corner of the room, pressing his back against the wall.

“Look, I’m fine-“ He was cut off by himself, lurching back over the sink and coughing up more of the liquid.

“What is that?” You questioned, silent horror pinching your features. He turned on the tap, filling his hands with water and washing out his mouth. Darting to the toilet- and struggling to move in such closed quarters- you balled up a handful of toilet paper and wiped his mouth. He leaned into your touch, skin emanating heat and covered by a thin sheen of sweat.

“Battery acid.” You felt your knees go weak.

“What?”

“It’s battery acid. The more I overuse my quirk, the more likely this stuff is to accumulate in my throat,” he looked away from your piercing gaze, “it’s okay, really.”

“What part of this is okay?” You spat, voice wavering. Denki winced at your tone, turning to washing his mouth out with more water, “Does it hurt?” He paused, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, only the sound of running water interspersed the atmosphere. You reached over and turned it off, not acknowledging the shrill screech of the metal as you levelled Denki with an even stare.

“It’s from the charging.” He muttered, and your knuckles clenched.

“Of-fucking-course.” He cringed, a clammy palm feebly gripping your forearm. His eyes were desperate, frown twisting his expression into something you couldn’t bear to look at.

“Please, (Y/N), it’s okay,” he begged, a tear slipping out of his eye just at the same time you felt one trail down your cheek.

“It’s not okay, Denki. How long has this been happening?” He fell silent, and you could feel the anxiety coiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Four months.” In a split-second decision, you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your body into his. He nestled his face into your neck, hands coming to rest on your hips. Seemingly unable to keep it together any long, he crumbled, chest stuttering with every breath and his tears soaking the skin that was exposed by your nightshirt.

The silence of midnight began to creep in once again, only broken by the soft whimpers and sobs of the boy practically clutching onto you. You waited as long as you needed to until Denki had caught his breath, not counting the minutes yet painfully aware of each one as it passed.

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, okay?” Denki frowned, rubbing away the tears in his eyes.

“I-“

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, got it?” You spat, voice much firmer and tone a lot more sharp. He gulped, resigning to nodding with a sullen expression on his face.

“Are you good to go back to sleep? Or is there anything I need to do first?”

“It’s fine. You can go back now, don’t stay up for any longer.”

“I will do what I want, thanks.” you seethed, eyes glinting. Denki looked taken aback, glancing over your expression wearily.

“Uh…” “I am not going back to sleep unless you’re coming with me. You’re such an idiot-” you paused, “-but you’re my idiot, and there’s no way I’m letting the others treat you like this,“ you cupped his face, fingers pressing into pink cheeks as you angled his face to look at you, “if they want anything else from you, they have to go through me first.” Agape, he only nodded again, allowing you to grab his hand and pull him out the room.

Once he flicked the light off, the two of you were awash in darkness once again, but this seemed not to deter you. Rather, you traipsed across the corridor with a ridiculous amount of determination, only narrowly avoiding the various obstructions in the shadows.

“Here, let me light-“ Despite the little he could see, Denki could practically feel your burning glare. Bringing his hand down, he murmured an apology, musing in your little nod of satisfaction he could feel the motions of.

It only took you a few minutes to get to your room, pushing him inside and closing the door behind you. In spite of everything, Denki could feel heat rushing to his cheeks for an entirely different reason than his fever.

“(Y/N)?” He squeaked, hearing you fumble around the room yet not finding courage to stay anything but completely frozen.

“Yeah?” You questioned, voice low but feeling remarkably pleasant to his ears.

“This isn’t my room.”

“I know.”

“So why am I here?”

“Because I’m not leaving you alone. Come on, I’ve got the spare pillow.”

Denki currently didn’t have the energy to feel shame about the sparks excitement that welled up inside of him as he rushed to the sound of you getting on your bed. You held the blanket up for him, and he all but fell down next to you. The pounding of his heart was almost enough to distract him from the acrid burning of his throat.

You were warm, almost too warm as he shifted to be closer to you. Now that his eyes were getting adjusted, he could make out the expression on your face, eyebrows knotted in concern and eyes scanning all over him, as if searching for some sort of answer that he could only long to give you.

“I’m sorry.” He said it as if it meant anything. If it counted, he truly was. Denki didn’t want to make you worry- he wasn’t worth it. But that’s what you did. He would give too much, and you would worry tenfold.

It didn’t help that his eyes were still stinging and red-rimmed, or every once in a while a dry cough would tickle his throat. It didn’t help that he would wince every time he had to swallow, or that his palms were still clammy and he had to try to subtly wipe them on his shorts. It didn’t help that the pain almost became too much to handle, and he loved you too much to even lie about it.

He loved you- of course he did. How could he not? It was you. You, who stared at him with such adoration, even though he knew you were pissed off. You, who stood up for him even to his friends. You, who worried for him the first time he was buzzed out, and a thousand times later, still stayed with him and ran your fingers through his hair when he was barely conscious.

He watched your eyes strain to stay open, to keep watching him as he was watching you. Finally, they fluttered shut, your breathing evening out as you shuffled closer to him.

You, who got up in the middle of the night to protect him from himself.

He tucked your head under his chin, wrapping his arms around you waist with a gentle sigh. Under the cover of darkness, he confessed this. His words fell on deaf ears, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

You, who, unlike anyone else, was determined to make him stop giving.

He couldn’t help but fall asleep, the sound of your soft breathing and the gentle rise and fall of your chest like a lullaby willing his eyes to close, comforted by the presence of your figure cuddled to his chest.

Denki Kaminari was a giver. And if there was anyone worth giving anything, it was you.

Extra:

Bakugo was not expecting to start his day in a chokehold.

It had started off innocently, Denki was playing a game on his phone, smug grin on his face, you were napping next to him, and the other losers he called his friends were on the sofas, eyes wide and backs straight. Sure, you could say he questioned the strange way his friends were acting, but he didn’t particularly care.

“Pikabitch, I need my phone-“

Bakugo prided himself on his quick instincts, but you were quicker.

In a second, your arm was wrapped around his throat, face dark and pressure increasing through his gasps.

“Say one more fucking word and you’re dead.” You growled, Bakugo’s fingers gripping your arm in a vain attempt to release himself from your hold, “Got it?” The blonde just managed to nod, coughing out once your arm withdrew from his neck. You settled back in your place beside Denki, sending him another sharp glare before returning to your nap.

Bakugo could only stare wide eyed, not quite sure what happened. All he could gather was that Denki was now off limits, and the others seemed to realise that too, if them cringing was anything to go by. With a gulp, he stormed out the common room.

Now he had to go get his charger.

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harleysarchive · 4 years ago

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Among You and Me - Corpse Husband x reader oneshot

Fandom: Corpse Husband, youtubers Warning: Swearing, me being in a good mood when I wrote it so a happy, positive reader, alcohol, hangovers, comfidence boost Pairing: Corspe x reader Summary: You got some extra confidence after having a couple of drinks and write a message to Corpse during his live stream, he answeres you messages and everything continues from there.

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A/N: I was in a super good mood when I started to write this and it shows, I’m sorry if it’s annoying and I don’t know if it’s shit but yeaah. Enjoy! :D

You were watching Corpse Husbands stream among us and was just having a good time. You had had a couple of drinks before the stream so you were in such a great mood. You melted every time he laughed because he couldn’t do the card swipe and just thought of how adorable he was. In your intoxicated mindset you got a confidence boost and opened the stream chat and also instagram. In the stream chat you donated 10$ and wrote “you are the most adorable person on this planet and you deserve the world! Thank you for exciting, love y/n” and hit enter, and also doing the same on Instagram on private messages.

He won’t see that, you thought to yourself and turned on some music to match your good mood and after a while forgetting about your stream that was on. Some days life is just great!

You had fallen asleep and woke up with a hangover, all the positive feelings you had yesterday were gone and now you just wanted to stay in bed all there with some aspirins. Looking at your phone seeing that nothing interesting had happened. You were scrolling through your feed on instagram and saw that you had an unanswered message. You opened it and saw that it was from Corpse.

You flew up in your bed and were staring at your phone.

I can’t believe he answered me, you said. Your hands were shaking and you were too nervous to open the message. Maybe he was annoyed with you for messaging him. Nooo he seems like a nice guy so I don’t think he is.

You opened the message and it read:

“Thank you for your kind words! I saw your donation and the message, means a lot 🖤”

You buried your face into the pillow and screamed for all that you were worth. He answered. You also felt ridiculous for reacting like this but there is no hindering the fangirl when she is out.

Your fingers were shaking but you wanted to reply so badly.

“Thank you! I can’t believe that you actually answered or noticed my message, it made my day honestly. Can’t wait for more content from you!” You hit send and left the bed. You had things to do today and if you were home you were only going to look at your phone all day to see if he would answer you. So to not get tempted you left your phone at home.

You came back to your apartment in the afternoon and we’re dying to check your messages. So you unlocked your phone and went straight to messages. Nothing. You felt a pang of disappointment but you tried to not dwell on it. He had probably many girls messaging him how much they love him and so on. You went to the kitchen and started to cook some dinner. But when you were preparing some vegetables you got a ding from your phone. You went over and saw that you had a message on Instagram. From Corpse. Your heart first stopped and then sped up like crazy. He answered you again! Wtf?!

“That's so kind of you to say, thank you! There will be a new stream tomorrow :)”

“Omg I’m gonna die” you said. Well if you died now you would be okay with it because you had been noticed by Corpse not once but twice.

“Yay can’t wait! I will be glued to the screen!” You answered and immediately felt embarrassed by your response.

Two days later you were waiting for the stream to begin. You had bought some of your favorite ice-cream in honor for tonight. The stream started and you heard Corpse say multiple times that he was super nervous and a shitty impostor. You felt your heart melt for him, he is so sweet and precious. You donated money to him and wrote “you don’t have to be nervous, you are doing great! It’s super entertaining! Love y/n” and hit send. You saw your donation in the chat.

“”you don’t have to be nervous, you are doing great! It’s super entertaining! Love (y/n)” thank you (y/n), that means a lot to hear right now. And I remember your picture from Instagram. Nice to see that you are watching the stream.”

The ice-cream you were about to eat dropped to the floor and you just sat there with an open mouth. He remembered your picture. HE FUCKING REMEMBERED YOUR PICTURE!

The rest of the stream was a fog in your memory because you were still stuck on the moment that he remembered you from your profile picture. Nothing could top that. Nothing. When the stream ended you turned of your computer and were of to bed. But there was no way in hell that you were going to fall alseep after something like that. Your phone lit up again and you saw that you had a new message from instagram. You opened up the app and it was from Corpse!

“I hope you liked the stream today :)” he wrote and again your heart raced like crazy.

“I did it was super entertaining to watch! I think you are an incredible impostor.” you hit send. Not long after you got a reply.

“Thanks, I am very nervous during the streams and I hope that is not annoying or it bothering those who are watching it.”

“Not at all, well at least for me. I think it makes you more genuine when you confess that you can get nervous even though you are a big youtuber 😊”

“Well I’m not a big youtuber... but it’s nice to read all your kind words in the chat. It makes me happy.”

“I’m glad that we can help you feel better, and I mean every word I’m sending you.”

You saw that he started to reply, but you had to go to sleep so you turn off the phone and closed your eyes. Surprisingly enough you fell asleep quite quickly, and woke up by the sun hitting your face. Fall has jsut begun and the leaves were turning every beautiful colour of red, yellow and orange. When you brain had woken up more you remembered that Corpse had started to reply to your message. You quickly grabbed your phone and went on instagram. A new message, 8 hours ago.

Shit, you thought and opened it. It was just a smiley face and nothing else. A little disappointed but then you saw the conversation that the two of you had had. You actually talked to him and he had replied instantly. Your brain must’ve given you some weird confidence and stable fingers at that moment. You didn’t really know what to reply so you just let it be and you didn’t want to annoy him with spamming his dm’s either - but you really, really wanted to.

Corpse POV.

Another day and another sleepless night. That is just my life right now. But the streams helped them make it a little less agonizing. Especially the nice comments I get from everyone and the conversation I had with one of the fans. What was her name again? (Y/N). Right. I wonder if she has answered my message.

I opened up instagram and opened our conversation. Read but no answer. To be fair I only sent a smiley to her. But... Why am I feeling so anxious that she left me on read?

“Yooo, care to hang out today?” Dave sent a message. I answered with a sure and locked my phone and waited for Dave to arrive to my house. But my mind kept on going back to why she didn’t answer me back. Well I know why, but I didn’t like that the conversation were over so quick.

Dave entered my house and we hung out for a while but he could sense that something was bothering me.

“Hey man, you okay?”

I snapped out of my thought and looked at him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Except from the usual shit.”

“You sure? You seem a little... lost in thoughts perhaps? Is something bothering you?”

I took a deep breath and shook my head.

“Not even the kind girl from your streams?” he asked with a knowing smirk on his face. I lost all the colour on my face. HOW DID HE KNOW?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Not even that you recognized her picture from instagram? Like that you haven’t talked to her there?”

Fuck...

“Who is she?”

“A fan that contacted me and were very kind with her words. And I replied to her and after that we have been messaging each other here and there... but she left me on read last night so I guess that’s over...”

“What did you say to her?”

“I sent a smiley because I was too nervous to say anything else.”

Dave made the biggest and loudest face palm. It must’ve hurt his head.

“You idiot... You can’t expect a reply if you only send her a smiley...”

“I know, but I got nervous.”

“Are you following her?”

“No... Not yet at least.” I said and took up my phone again and went on her profile. It was private. Of course. I hoovered over the follow button but I didn’t dare to press it. Dave gave me a thumbs up and I pressed the follow button.

Your POV.

You were watching a Among Us highlight video on youtube when your instagram told you that you had a notification. You opened it and saw that Corpse had requested an invite to follow your profile. CORPSE WANTED TO FOLLOW YOU. Holyshitholyshitholyshit. What is even happening?! Of course you accepted it and you started to type a message to him.

“Welcome to my little boring world. Hope you like what you see 😅”

You could see him typing something.

“I very much do ;)”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this and I couldn’t stop. It was difficult to get started but after that it was fun :D

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theinvisiblecapricorn · 3 years ago

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Surprise, surprise.

Author's note: This is my first ever written one shot. The inspiration popped into my head during my shower. Please let me know what you think. Enjoy

Fluffy one shot.

Part 1.

// Introduction //

A little info about Y/N and Vinnie.

So, you guys met during the first Covid lockdown.

You weren’t really seeing anyone of your friends during this time because you didn’t feel like taking any risks. So the only way for you to interact with anyone, was via social media. Before lockdown you also kind of give up on the idea of finding a lover because the last time you gave it a shot it didn’t work out.

You remember one of your best friends told you ‘’ Once you start focusing on yourself, it’ll come to you. ‘’ Well, what better way to focus on yourself other than during quarantine?

That’s when Vinnie came into the picture.

After many failed attempts of having a normal conversation with serval people, the last thing Vinnie expected was to meet someone like you. A lot of the time people tried to take advantage of the fact that he was famous. They would post his personal info on social media and share their conversations for clout. Just like you, Vinnie was kind of over the idea of meeting someone who would like him for his personality instead of his name.

You guys instantly clicked. It felt like talking to someone you’ve known your entire life. There wasn’t a thing you couldn’t share with another. But because the two of you lived in different time zones you couldn’t talk as much as you’d like, but you made it manageable. There was only one problem; traveling was not an option due to Covid, so the two of you had never seen each other in real life.

Until now…

// End of introduction //

Alex (Warren) set up his camera to make a video.

He clicked on record and looked into the camera.

‘’ So as you guys know, Vinnie and Y/N met online in the beginning of Covid, but they’ve never officially seen each other in real life. Now that traveling is allowed again and Vinnie hasn’t been feeling himself lately, I thought it was a good idea to surprise him. I bought y/n a plan ticket so she can come over and hopefully cheer Vinnie up. And I will document the entire journey. ‘’

// Vinnie’s POV //

It’s noon. I lay on my bed, scrolling on my phone through TikTok. I haven’t heard from Y/N all day. Normally she would call me before going to bed herself, but she never did. I tried texting her but no reply.

Y/NNNN????

Yo bro, you there???

I miss your voiceeee

Please don’t be asleep already 

Pick up!!!!!! Or else I’m coming for you.

God, I wish I could just fly to wherever she was at and kiss her entire face. Because, yes, I am indeed in love with her, and she feels the same way about me. I just never thought I could recognize so much of myself in someone else. She’s the most kind, beautiful and loving person I know, and I can’t wait to hold her in my arms one day and never let go.

I’m starting to daydream about a life with y/n without the long distance, because it truly sucks. Then I hear a knock on the door and before I know it Alex comes rushing in with his camera in his hand.

( Vinnie & Alex )

‘’ Vinnie, say hello to everyone! ‘’

‘’ Hello everyone. Alex what do you want? ‘’

‘’ Why are you assuming I want something from you? ‘’

‘’ Because you only enter my room if you either have one of your crazy ideas to share or if you want me to get involved in something I probably shouldn’t get involved into. ‘’

‘’ Pfft, not true. My ideas aren’t crazy, they’re brilliant in their own way. ‘’

Alex grins at me. Suspiciously.

‘’ Anyways that’s not the point Vincent, I actually came in to see if you would join me to get some groceries because the only thing left are rise waffles and I’m starving. ‘’

Alex is blinking his eyes with the same grin he has had on from the moment he came into my room.

He’s not going to leave until I agree on coming. So before I know it, we’re on our way to the grocery store.

// Y/N’s POV //

I received a text from Alex a few weeks ago. He told me about his idea to surprise Vinnie. I couldn’t be more excited. Ever since Vinnie and I started talking I have pushed many of my personal boundaries. In a positive way. Vinnie has helped me regain trust in others and has showed me that love is real. I have lost my faith in love due to my previous experiences. That’s why the connection that I have with Vinnie is so important to me.

I have arrived at the airport as I turn on my phone. My phone starts to receive all the missed text messages and calls from Vinnie. I smile as I read through them.

‘’ Oh Vin, if only you knew ‘’ I think to myself.

I hear someone yelling my name behind me. As I turn around, I see Nailea running towards me.

Nailea is a close friend of Vinnie so of course she was the first to know about Vinnie’s contact with me. She’s been super kind to me, and I consider her as the sister I never had.

Nailea hugs me once she has approached me.

( Y/N & Nailea )

‘’ OH MY GOD. Girl, I am so happy that you’re finally hereeeee!!! ’’

I laugh as I see people around looking at us.

‘’ I am also very happy to be here. To finally meet everyone. For real. ‘’

‘’ Yea, now tell me, does my nose look bigger on the screen than in real life? ‘’

‘’ Hahaha, no Nai. You look fantastic on the screen and even better in real life. ‘’

Nailea and I take my stuff and walk out of the airport.

Once settled in the car, I receive a text from Alex:

We’re almost at the store. He hasn’t got a clue. See you there.

This is all a part of Alex his big plan. First, I will act like a regular costumer shopping at the same store as Vinnie and Alex. Then once they get back, Alex will distract Vinnie just a little longer, so he won’t notice me walking past the car right away. Brilliant.

// Vinnie’s POV //

Alex and I walk into the store.

‘’ Alright, what do we need? ‘’

‘’ Anything but rise waffles. ‘’

I shake my head, laughing, as I walk to the lemonade aisle.

Alex is taking out his camera and starts filming me from a far.

I start singing Paparazzi by Lady Gaga as I act like I'm hiding from him.

‘’ Oh, you should also take a few cans of coke. ‘’ Alex suggests.

As I walk towards the aisle with cans of lemonade, I notice a girl standing in front of it. Her hair instantly reminds me of Y/N. The exact same length, color and texture. Call me a simp, but I just pay a lot of attention to the girl I love. I slowly approach the girl before Alex attacks be by throwing a teddy bear on my head.

‘’ Hey, watch it! ‘’ I fix my hair.

‘’ Sorry man, I just know how much you like teddy bears. ‘’ Alex’s laughing out loud as he zooms in to my face.

I laugh, as I start to think back to the day Alex thought it would be funny to buy a giant teddy bear and have Patrick in it to scare me.

Just then, I notice the girl was gone. I didn’t see her anywhere else again.

After collecting all the stuff, we needed, we went home.

Once we arrived home, Alex stopped me before I opened my car door.

‘’ Let’s just sit here for a bit and talk about some stuff. ‘’ I stare at Alex with a confused look on my face.

‘’ Yea, because the viewers want to know, how are things going between you and Y/N? ‘’

I scratch the back of my neck and start feeling the heat take over my cheeks.

‘’ I mean, it’s hard sometimes. She’s one of the most important people in my life, yet I haven’t even met her in person. But I just know that once I do, that everything will naturally fall into it’s place. ‘’

Alex pouts as he listens to all the sweet things I have to say.

‘’ You really like her, don’t you? ‘’

‘’ I mean, yea I do. I really do. ‘’

‘’ Alright, so imagine her standing in front of you right now, what would you do? ‘’

I look at my hands as I start to imagine a situation like that.

‘’ Uh… If she was standing in front of me right now.. I would.. ‘’ My eyes scan a figure walking past the car and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

// Y/N’s POV //

Shit, I almost got caught. The plan was to go into the store, just to admire Vinnie from a far. I didn’t plan to stand in the exact aisle, where he needed to get something from. Luckily, Alex had a plan to distract Vinnie while I fled to the exit. Phew, that was close.

Alex texted me, saying they were on their way home. That’s when it hit me, I am going to be able to see, touch and kiss Vinnie for the first time ever. Nailea noticed my anxiety kicking in and she told me everything would be just fine.

It didn’t take long before Alex’s car pulled up on the driveway. Alex and Vinnie stayed in the car for a bit. My phone started buzzing as I read the notification: ‘’ Now!’’ That was my cue.

As nervous as one can be, I walked past the car with the person who’s the other half of my heart in it. I didn’t dare to look in his direction.

// Vinnie’s POV //

I couldn’t believe my eyes. This isn’t real right? Was I dreaming? I mean, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night because I was worried sick due to Y/N not responding to me anymore.

I rub my eyes as I watch in the direction of the person again and there’s no way it couldn’t be her.

Then she turns her face into my direction and my heart starts pounding. There she is, the love of my life, the only person who can make my day just by popping up in my notifications, Y/N.

As I try to open my door, I hear Alex locking it.

‘’ Let me out! ‘’ I look at Alex as I try to unlock the door, but unable because he keeps his hand infront of the lock.

‘’ You haven’t answered my question yet. ‘’ Alex smirks at me, but I do not find it funny at all.

‘’ Please, let me out and I’ll show you what I would do if she were to stand in front of me ‘’

And with, I heard the door unlock. I jumped out of the car and ran as fast as I could to the person who I longed for the most.

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years ago

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~ 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚 ~

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝; SMUT!!! a smidge of angst and a lil fluff, felix x fem!reader. enemies to fwb, bullying!!!, highschool!au, blowjob, pierced!felix, mentions of complicated family relationships/bad economy, felix being rude lmao, PIV, unprotected sex (use protections ffs, this is a bad example), orgasm (m/f), cum, nicknames, shy reader, fingering.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝; 6.6 k

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎; Consent is like tea or my personal favorite,,, tea slut HSAHSHA PLEASE im- anyways enjoy both tea and consent, both very very sexy and good for you

also,,, my first kinda long fic??

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺; Lee Felix. The class bully. Also the son of a wealthy business man. You didn’t have the same privileges, living alone at such a young age. After an arrangement Felix invites you to work at his fathers old tea shop but this relationship turns into something unexpected.

The cold wind blew on your exposed calfs, the skirt of the school uniform fluttering as your backpack was lazily thrown across your shoulder, your head turned to the direction the bus comes from. You were not the only one on that bus stop. Other students standing at least a feet apart from each other, all eagerly waiting to hurry back to their comfortable homes, eat dinner and start on their assignments.

You on the other hand had other plans.

What was on your computer screen wasn’t the typical essay or sheet of physics questions. It was job applications. And lots of them.

A notification arrived, your phone vibrating in your coat pocket and as the screen lit up you saw a message.

[ Rent due today y/n, have it in by 8 ]

Living by yourself in a dusty apartment that contained nothing more than a bed, a desk and a tiny kitchen overfilled with noodle packets was nothing to be proud of. You could barely afford that type of lifestyle since you were a student so how on earth were you gonna get rent in to the old lady that served as your landlord?

You sighed, the packed bus rolling slowly on the way and stopping, there barely being place to stand in the crowded vehicle.

Your apartment was right above an old tea shop, the owner being a wealthy man that owned several shops on the block. His busy lifestyle including buying and selling properties kept him away from his true passion in life; tea. What scared you was his resemblance to a person you knew. A person you knew too well.

Lee Felix

His only purpose in life was to have fun. To ruin others. And he had every opporunity to do so. His report card was nothing but lies and money, his fathers wealth being able to buy him decent grades without lifting a finger. There was one, only one, instance where the young boy would try his best and that’s when intimidating others. His best skill. Those piercing dark eyes and knife-sharp jaw could leave anyone shaken for days.

But do you know who his favorite person to bully was?

You.

All the hurtful memories eventually started to merge together but one stood out clearly to you. It happened a year ago. You walked into the sunlit classroom, your other classmates sitting around their desks, chatting and showing each other photos, laughing happily. Friends was not something you had, more like acquaintance. The students you would greet and exchange a couple of words with but nothing more. Your assigned seat was in the third row, the one sitting right behind you being Felix himself. With a quick glance at the clock you looked underneath your desk, searching for the book you needed for english class, your eyebrows furrowing as you searched desperatly, turning every book over and ripping open your backpack, did you forget it at home?

“Looking for this?”

The cold voice sent a shiver down your spine, you slowly turning back, afraid of what evil gaze awaited you. You gulped as you saw his angular facial structure, his cheekbones pertruding as he held your english book in his hand, the arms of the white school uniform shirt being rolled up just enough to show off his blinged out watch, veins softly trailing upwards on his flexed arms.

You nodded to which Felix scoffed. Sighing you stood up, standing at the side of his desk and all of a sudden throwing yourself over it in a quest of snatching it from his grasp but failing epically, you falling down onto the floor, scraping your knees on the rough wooden flooring of the classroom. You try to stand up but was quickly stopped by Felix grabbing your face with his other hand, his wrists decked out with multiple delicate chains, all jingling with his movements.

Meeting his gaze made your skin crawl, his eyes almost animalistic as he looked deep into your innocent doe-eyes, smirking. His blonde hair falling on each side of his face, framing it like a renaissance painting since his stoic features was art in itself. Your eyes lingered a bit too long on Felix’s making the boy annoyed, before you knew it a clear liquid was spilling down your cheek, that not being tears but instead Felix’s spit. You flinch back as he waves the book infront of your face, tears jerking in the corner of your glossy eyes due to the humiliation, your other classmates forming a circle around the two of you, unable to do anything since that could mean the end of them.

“You want this, you want it so bad? What’s that angel? You’re gonna cry?”

He crouches as your gaze lowers to the floor, hair hanging infront of your face as a shield from his degrading words as the tears started pouring out of you like water, mixing with Felix’s saliva. He laughs psychotically, the cold laughter echoing in the classroom, tiny specs of dusty floating around like bubbles in a fizzy drink. The bold boy puts down the book on the floor behind him before he raises his hand, you shutting your eyes tightly, expecting the worst but being surprised as his hand laces in your disheveled locks. He pushes a strand of hair behind your flushed ear, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath hit the shell of your ear.

“I’m gonna give it to you,,, but I want something in return”

You snap your head up to look at him, your eyes wide open, eyebrows hightened.

“W-what do you want?” you say, only for him to hear.

Felix hums, running his tongue in the inside on his cheek before speaking in a low voice.

“You”

You choked on your own spit, coughing as you turned away from him. You could hear his laugh ringing in your ears and after your coughing fit you turned back hastily, eyes as big as saucers. This couldn’t be true, this couldn’t be what you though it was. In sheer panic you once again tried to snatch the book, crawling on the floor like a bug in order to snake around his back to have a chance to grab the corner of plastic outside of the textbook but being met with disappointment when Felix slammed his foot on it, you retracting your hand after being mere inches away from his shoe. The boy tsked.

“I expect you at the school gate by the end of the day and if you don’t show up you’re gonna pay for it, understood angel?”

You nod, just nod. No words or mimicks. Simply a nod. His intimidation wiping the entire alphabet from your mind.

He stands up, grabbing the book and throwing it at you before exiting the classroom, a evil smirk plastered on his face. The sharp gazes of other students around you made you want to escape but you couldn’t, class was starting in 2 minutes.

♡

The sun shone it’s rays on your face, students exiting through the wide white metal gates. You ran your hand through your hair, pulling the straps of your backpack impatiently at you looked left to right, seeing the flowers blossom out in the rather windy weather. Suddenly your wrist was grabbed by a hand wider than yours.

It was Felix.

His closeness made you gulp loudly, a lump nestling into your stomach as you felt your anxiety rise, scared of what he might do to you even if you did find him strangely attractive even though he was a complete asshole. But who didn’t? The entire school was ready to give up their life in order to even be this close to the boy, girls and boys alike. You shook your head, wanting to get rid of the silly thoughts that clouded your mind. Only after minutes did you realise that your legs moved on their own, you being dragged by Felix, his hand still on your wrist.

“W-where are we going?” you inquired, the wind blowing on the blonde pierced boy, his angelic hair bouncing with every step.

“Don’t worry about it” he said, not speaking a single more word during the entire time he held your wrist and walked with you in the spring weather.

All of a sudden the two of you were standing infront of the tea shop, you lifting your head to glance upwards at your dusty window that was right above the tiny wooden sign that said “Tea Shop”, swinging rustily back and forward. Felix retrieves a key, unlocking the corrodated wooden door, the color matching the sign above.

“Wh- how do you know-”

Felix hushes you, closing the door behind you before throwing the keys on the counter.

“I don’t care about what you have to say. My father owns this place and I usually hang around here whenever it’s closed.”

“Do you work here?” you asked with a voice filled with curiosity.

Felix starts laughing his signature laugh, it being laced with nothing but iniquity.

“Work? Do you think I need to work? I’m the only child of a wealthy family, I’m pretty much settled for life”

You nervously look down at the floor, only being in the tea shop a couple of times before it was closed for business.

“Well,,, I know that your father owns this place, I live in the apartment just above so-”

You were quickly cut of by Felix slamming his hand on the table, standing behind the checkout counter and leaning over it with his two arms as pedestals.

“Why?”

You looked at him confused before your eyes gazed across the wall of glas cabinets displaying their finest china. Teapots with squiggly handles, painted with the utmost attention to detail, the colors of the scenes painted contrasting nicely with the eggshell white background. Small lamps were installed above each teapot, illuminating the work of art even more.

“Why what?” you said back, still in trance from the beauty of the teapots.

“Why do you live alone?” His eyebrows raised.

“I never said that!”

“y/n, that apartment is barely enough for a fucking mouse, there’s no way you could live there with someone else”

Damn, how did he know that? You had no other choice but to nod timidly, curling your hand into a fist.

“Don’t have the best relationship with my parents and since they aren’t wealthy like yours I have to do my best to find a way to support myself” you spat out at him, annoyed at his many questions.

“Touché” Felix said shortly, shrugging his shoulders.

After a long moment of silence the blonde boy spoke again;

“Let’s make a deal, I’ll get you a job here and I’ll join you but only because you’re stupid and need my help, not because I want to be here”

Your eyes light up, like an excited child you dash toward the counter and place your hands near Felix’s, looking at him with twinkling eyes.

“Really? You would do that?”

Felix nods.

“But don’t get too excited, you haven’t paid your end of the deal yet”

“Tell me! I’ll do anything, I promise!” you says quickly, smiling widely at Felix’s deadpan face.

“Suck me off”

Your previously bright smile faded in a matter of seconds, now turning into pure confusion.

“Wh-what? I can’t do that! Are you crazy?!”

Felix scoffs, walking towards the door in a cocky manner with his black backpack over his shoulder, wearing black ripped jeans that were strictly banned in school but no longer warned to Felix by the teachers. The schools logo embroidered on the white flowy shirt that was unbuttoned, exposing his brand name t-shirt.

Just in time you managed to block the door, his lips inches from yours as he sighed, smirking down at you.

“I’ll do it! I will do it!”

You blurted out, you had no other choice but to do it. Seeking other jobs had been impossible since you were only a student without any work experience, not having many other skills other than procrastinating and sleeping. You needed this in order to survive. You needed him.

The boy pushed you against the entrance door, placing his forehead against yours.

“Of course you will” Felix whispered in a voice deeper than the ocean, causing you to helplessly gulp and drop down on your knees, them hitting the floor with a thump. His small but veiny hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it in a swift motion, metal hitting each other. You were lost deep in thoughts, simply staring at his crotch whilst rethinking your every life decision. Wondering how on earth you got to this point, soon having your mouth stuffed with your bully’s dick.

Thank god that he was at least hot.

Felix popped his dick over the band of his underwear and as if you hadn’t had enough surprises today one last one awaited you. A silver metal barbell lodged right beneath his pretty red tip, his dick already hard as he gave it a couple of pumps. Your mouth fell agape, cheeks heating up as you struggled to keep a straight face. Felix being the tease he is had to comment;

“What? Bigger than you thought?”

You scoffed from his boldness, not believing your ears.

“N-no! Get over yourself you ass”

“Enough talking princess” Felix said in a deep voice, rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on your plushy lips, them being coated with a layer of saliva from you repeatedly lickning them out of nervousness.

There was a moment of awkwardness, you not being sure where to place your hands before you grabbed the base of his girthy dick, pursing your lips and latching them onto the tip, sinking down gradually in order to not choke immedietly, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more than you already had.

Felix let out a strained groan at the sensation, you feeling the cold metal as you flattened your tongue, licking a fat strap on the underside of his cock earning yet another groan. The blonde laced his fingers in your hair, tugging on it slightly in order to control the sinful sounds dripping out of his mouth. You whimpered against his dick, there barely being any room to breath as your nose was hovering just above his abdomen, impressed by your own gag reflex but that didn’t last long, Felix now shoving your head down his length, making you choke.

“Wow, is there anything you can do right? Can’t even suck me off properly”

You can only hum in response, sending shivers down Felix’s spine from the vibrations, the boy feeling the knot in his stomach tightening. The hair flies in front of you face as you bob your head down his cock that was equally as veiny as his decked out arms, feeling the metal hitting your bottom teeth a couple of times. Tears teased the corners of your eyes as you were throat deep on Felix’s member, your hands slightly sweaty from the butterflies in your stomach. Eventually Felix started to weaken in your grasp, small grunts escaping him as you hollowed your cheeks, mascara staining your heated cheeks.

“f-fuck,,,yes just like that,,ah-”

Luckily for the both of you the shop was located in a rather desolate area of town therefore no bypassers saw the scandalous view through the door that was decorated with a small foggged window. But did Felix care? Not really, the boy was bold enough to get sucked off in public if the opportunity presented itself.

You looked up at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, spit starting to dribble down your chin and landing on your skirt, forming slightly saturated patches on the fabric from the wetness. The blonde boys useless comments didn’t make it any easier to withstand this agonizing process.

“Ah,,, never thought I would be seeing you like this, thought I had degraded you enough but this is just another level of humiliation, isn’t it y/n?”

The hand that was previously tangled in your hair was now moved to your stained cheek, him carefully swiping his thumb across the warm skin but you furrowed your eyebrows, swatting his hand away causing him to scoff before being interupted by his own loud moan, you pulling off and kitten licking his tip, coaxing his impending orgasm.

It didn’t take long before the boy was shutting his eyes tightly, his jaw slacking as a last low vibrational growl ringed in your ears, his eyes still piercing yours while the thick white liquid spilled out of him, coating the metal bar and seeped into your mouth, your dry lips now getting a coat of clear gloss, the rest dripping down onto the floor and your dark colored skirt.

You shook your head as you looked around the shop, not wanting to spit out his salty seed right on the floor but Felix simply shook his head back at you, grabbing your face gently.

“Swallow”

Goosebumps erupted on your skin from his intimidating voice, as if you’d been cast under a spell you nod, swallowing the droplets of cum harshly, the sound of your loud gulp causing Felix to hum and with a smile, ruffle your hair before zipping himself up and running a hand through his own hair, exposing his forehead for just a bit. You stand up on your own, legs wobbling as you don’t even expect the rude boy to help.

“You start tomorrow after school, my father will only be happy to know that someone actually want’s to work in this shithole. I’ll join you but once again, not because I want to but because your stupid head will mess everything up.”

You nod, only now noticing how scruffy the rest of the teashop looked, moving boxes piling up like the dust in the windowsills. You jerked your head to the side, eyes wandering all over the place, everywhere from the wittering plants to the miscellaneous stacks of files.

The both of you step out of the dusty shop, the cool air hitting your cheek, now remembering the makeup that was running down it. Without saying a word Felix tries to escape but you stop him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t turn around, staring at the road ahead of him.

“Thank you”

You whisper out, your hair fluttering in the wind, feeling yourself getting emotional from his seemingly sweet gesture. Felix starts walking, the sound of his footsteps getting fainter as the disappears down the sunny asphalt road, leaving you standing infront of the shop before you go behind the shop, entering your burrow of an apartment.

♡

You walk to the teashop in the floral spring weather, wondering where Felix had been all day since he wasn’t in school this wednesday where lectures went in half speed. Arriving at the shop everything was surprisingly closed. You peeked into the window, standing on your toes as if that would improve your vision but gave up quickly after, only seeing the scene from yesterday, the same old piles of rubbish.

A light tap threw you off guard, you yelping and jerking away before noticing the blonde hair, Felix greeting you with a jingle of keys in his hand.

“Wanna have the honors? I mean, it is your first day after all”

You respond with a small “yes” before grabbing the keys from his hand and unlocking the entrance to the stuffy teashop, coughing as you step in from the dust that twirled all around the two of you. You walked over to the sad plants that were placed haphazardly in the windowsill, swiping your finger over the leafs and closely examining the dust that rubbed off, blowing it away softly before turning to Felix that was nearing the pile of random files.

“Looks like we have a bunch of work to do before we can actually brew tea”

He didn’t smile, visibly annoyed. Felix went into the back, behind the beaded curtain he retrieved a bucket of cleaning supplies.

“You mop the floors, I’ll clean some of the heavy stuff away”

Felix said, his voice still in that notorious deep tone.

“Not fair? There’s not even a mop which means I’ll have to do it by hand?”

Felix scoffed, throwing a old rag at you before turning around and grabbing a moving box filled with god knows what. You sigh, grabbing the bucket and emptying the contents, the brushes and strangly colored bottles of cleaning solution spreading across the counter before you went behind the beaded curtain, being met by a murky kitchen that hadn’t been cleaned in what seemed like forever. You sighed, looking around and opening cabinets only to be met with half broken porcelain and cobwebs, the shelf at the top displaying a multitude of metal cans filled with loose tea that had probably gone tasteless. With a disgusted face you close the cabinet, instead filling up the bucket with water and adding dishsoap in lack of other cleaning substance.

Hours ticked by, Felix sighing and huffing out of annoyance when carrying out and sorting through countless boxes while you cleaned the floor and dusted every corner, the shop transforming right before your eyes. The two of you eventually ended up in the kitchen, you observing every cup for cracks and disposing of those that showed just that as Felix was washing those that you thought looked presentable. Felix tried his best to not drop the cups despite his slippery fingers in a pathetic attempt at trying to do the dishes, it was clear that he had never in his life had to do this which made you roll your eyes, thinking about the boiling anger you had at this pompous and spoiled boy.

“Do you like living alone y/n? ”

The question was rather unexpected, making you choke on your own saliva. Never in your life had you thought that he cared about you. You shrugged your shoulders, wanting to appear unbothered.

“y-yeah, I wanted to be more responsible, I mean we are adults soon and nothing is served on a silver platter but I wouldn’t expect you to know.”

Felix smirked, seeing right through your lie but choosing to not taunt you. You felt vulnerable from the question but instead of continuing the awkward silence you wanted to get to know him better, maybe he wasn’t such a dick after all, maybe his tough guy personality was only a facade?

“What’s with that piercing?” you said, pointing at his groin with your chin making Felix laugh, getting shy from your question but snapping back to his cold outer self.

“It was a bet and as you can see I lost” he scoffed before continuing, “wanna see?”

Your eyes widened, cheeks heating up before stammering out;

“N-no, Felix you’re disgusting!” you say in desperation for an answer but Felix only laughs even more, almost annoying you.

“Well it wasn’t so disgusting when you were sucking me off, have you forgotten babygirl? Maybe I should teach you your place again.”

You gulped, not answering but instead just staring at him, a cup frozen in your hand as Felix locks his eyes with your, tilting his head in a cocky manner. You harshly place the cup down, storming out into the area where racks upon racks displayed the many tea sorts that were stashed away somewhere in the shop, Felix retrieving them earlier in the day. You start sorting through them, seeing a paper with orders on a clipboard and deciding to check the different kinds. Everything from oolong to pu’er to herbal was lined up in both teabags or loose tea leafs and surprisingly Felix did a good job, everything displayed in pretty and uniform lines. Before you could put a dash for a variety of tea that was missing. Felix sticks his head in between the beaded strings of the curtain, his eyes twinkling.

“Want some tea?”

For the first time he seemed cute. Not scary or intimidating, just cute. By the way his blonde locks fell infront of his face to the way his earrings were jingling, fading out to his angular facial structure.

You nod shyly, placing the clipboard on a random shelf before scooting over to the kitchen, seeing that Felix had placed out a white teapot with cobalt blue details, a floral pattern that contradicted to the eggshell white base. On the counter stood a small brown paperbag with black tea and right next to it a small tray of white sugarcubes.

“This seems awfully complicated for making tea” you say, looking at the red kettle boiling on the stove, there not being an electric kettle in this old establishment.

“What you expect? That I’ll be satisfied with you serving some watered down tea from a teabag? There’s a process you know.”

“Wow, and this is coming from Lee Felix? The son of a rich man and also the schools scumbag?”

Felix snaps his towards you, previously looking at the piping hot kettle. He licked the inside of his cheek, exhaling sharply through his nose, turning his cheek towards his shoulder, a momentary pop being heard before he looked at you with his dark eyes.

“I’m being nice, take that to your advantage and I’ll break your kneecaps”

You nodded and he smiled, astonished by the duality of this man.

“Are you just gonna stand there? Come closer”

You stepped closer to the counter, your breath hitching when you felt Felix’s chest again your back, his hands leaning against the counter and trapping you between the two. You swallowed harshly, eyes darting over the various equipment needed to make a simple cup of tea.

“Open the tea pot maybe?”

Felix said, sighing. You feeling his warm breath against the outer shell of your ear, his voice sounding even more dangerous when it was right beside you. You grabbed the blue detailed teapot and opened it, only to see a metal strainer already a part of the pot. Doubtfully you grabbed the little packet of loose leaf tea, removing and placing down the clip that was hindering it’s aroma from escaping the luxurious leafs. The fragrence of the tea hit your senses, the smell almost addictive.

“What tea is this?”

You said, turning the bag in you hand, looking for any type of lettering that would bring you closer to an answer.

“Russian earl grey. It contains bergamot orange making it more pungent”

You hummed, being to scared to turn around and face him, you now zoning out whilst your eyes were stuck on the awfully colored tiles on the kitchen wall.

“You’re supposed to drink it y/n, not smell it”

Felix stated causing you to snap out and notice that you’ve been holding the bag to your nose, scrunching your nose ever so often.

“Oh yeah,,, right,,, sorry. How much should I put in?”

You say, tilting the bag and slowly watching dark colored particles spill into the metal strainer. Felix slowly put his hand on yours, tilting the bag even more. You could feel your heart in your throat, your hands starting to sweat from his close proximity. His hand was warm for such a cold person.

“It’s supposed to fill up one third of the strainer, remember that”

You mewled out a quiet “yes” as he put the bag down, removing his hand from yours. The next step was obvious, filling up the tea pot with hot water. Just as you were about to grab the black handle of the shiny red kettle Felix smacked your hand away, him grabbing it instead.

“It’s hot and I can’t trust someone as stupid as you with it”

“I can grab a kettle you know? I’m not that weak-”

“Shut it”

You pressed your lips shut as Felix pressed himself against your back, carefully reaching and pouring in the steaming water and seeing the water droplets diffuse up into the atmosphere. He carefully put the lid back on the pot and backed away as he put the kettle back on the stove, turning it off.

“What do we do now?”

You asked, turning around and leaning your butt against the cold counter.

“We wait for 5 minutes, the steeping time is different for different teas, you’ll have to learn them when working here.”

You nod attentively, staring down at your shoes and turning your heels against the dark wooden floorboards.

“I wanna change the deal y/n”

Your head shot up to the blonde boy, him standing close by in all his glory, not wearing his school uniform but instead a black t-shirt, of course having a obnoxiously loud designer logo in the front just like the belt that was resting on top of his black slacks. His bracelets jingled everytime he moved his hands, this time wearing dainty silver rings to match with his wristwatch and shining piercings.

“W-what why? Are you gonna fire me?”

Blood was boiling in your veins, not knowing his intentions yet but knowing that they were just as sinister as the boy himself. Before you knew it his lips were attached on yours.

Your heart skipped a beat, knuckles whitening as you held onto the counter from sheer panic. His lips were softer than expected, pressing gently as he tilted his head, his eyelashes feathering over his closed lids. His hands traveled up your clothed body, exploring every inch of you. The soft sound of lips smacking against each other ignited a feeling deep in your core. You were pushed closer to the edge of the counter, his body so close, leaving you with no choice but to jump up on the metal surface. The coldness radiated through the thin fabric of your pleated skirt, hitting your aching cunt that was already dripping from Felix’s simple actions, his daunting aura clouding your mind with sinful thoughts.

“I’ll raise your pay if you fuck me, please y/n”

He whispers against your plush lips. You hummed, hesitating before slowly nodding, not being able to think clear with your heart beating like it’s about to protrude from your chest. He smiles slyly before reattaching his lips onto yours, his wet and sharp tongue running over your swollen bottom lip, desperatly wanting to taste your tongue. Your lips parted as you moaned into the kiss, giving him the perfect opportunity to pry himself into your mouth, the kiss getting sloppier, Felix growing needier as the seconds on the large clock on top of the door frame ticked. The blonde boy placed himself inbetween your legs, his veiny hands placed on your knees, seperating your already shivering legs. Without knowing what you were doing you cupped Felix’s cheeks, feeling the sharpness of his jaw against your soft hands.

Why did you pull him closer? He’d hurt you so bad in the past, everyday was living hell because of him and his deeds. A lightheadedness hit you as memories scrolled past your consciousness. Memories still painful, tender as open wounds. But for him you could forgive anything. Forget, just to see him smile at you.

His cologne was strangely addictive, the musky smell mixed with the scent of his soft sunkissed skin. You moaned softly against his lips as his fingers traced lightly over your exposed panties, the skirt already folded up your thighs. He hummed in delight, feeling the soaked fabric sticking against your pulsating cunt.

“I’ve waited for this for so long y/n”

You looked at him with confusion in your glossy eyes. Waited, for you?

Within a matter of seconds his fingers pushed aside the wet patch of fabric shielding you from the cold air, only to insert a finger inside of your desperate hole causing you to gasp. A second finger joined close by and Felix groaned, feeling your tight walls around his glistening digits. You had so many questions but not enough power to say them without stuttering.

“W-waited for,,, m-me?”

His fingers curled upwards as you finished your sentence causing you to grip his wrist, the squelching sound of your pussy pleasing the blonde boy as he pumped his fingers into you relentlessly.

“That’s how I get attention. You aren’t impressed by materialistic things so I did what I had to”

You couldn’t believe your ears. All that to get your attention? He succeeded but he would never understand the emotions you went through because of him. The hatered you thought would never melt away suddenly did, you becoming nothing more but a whimpering mess from his touch.

A thump was heard from your head hitting the cupboard, the pleasure firing through your body as your small cries echoed throughout the small kitchen. A sudden feeling of emptiness caused you to sigh in both relief and frustration. Your previously shut eyes slowly drifted open, panicked when you see Felix unbuckling his belt, letting both the fabric of his pants and underwear fall to the dim floor.

Somehow his leaking cock looked prettier this time around, the shiny piercing distracting to the eye. Your mouth watered embarrassingly enough, turning your gaze to the ticking clock until Felix cleared his throat, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed his spit. He looked nervous which was unfamilliar, the boy always being persistant with his cocky mannerisms. Felix pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, your face heating up as your legs were spread wide open for him. There was nowhere you could hide your flushed face and Felix took this to his advantage.

“Huh? Shy, babygirl?”

You gulped as you watched him stroke himself, the crimson colored tip disappearing only to reappear seconds later. Your eyes shut tightly as he moved the slick-stained panties to the side, anticipating to be filled to the brim from his impressive size. Mouth agape, Felix pushed into your wet hole, your hands gripping his broad shoulder in order to hinder a loud moan.

“fuck y/n,,, you’re so tight, s-shit”

You couldn’t answer, still adjusting your velvety walls around him. As the pain subsided your core ached for friction, needing to feel him deep inside of you. Your arms wrapped around the boy, pulling him closer to your heated body making him smirk slyly before carefully pulling away, only his tip resting inside of you. Just as you were about to sigh due to emptiness he slammed inside of you, your entire body shaking from the impact. Panting, you begged for more, begging for him to go faster.

“F-felix! faster,,, please”

Your warm face was buried deep in his shoulder, his slightly cold hands gripping your hips tightly, starting to roll against your throbbing cunt earning small mewls from between your swollen lips. The counter creaked with each thrust that grew louder as his pace got faster, feeling your delicate walls clench around his veiny length, his silver earrings dangling from his lobes. Felix explored parts of your body even you hadn’t felt, his dick prodding you deep enough to make your eyes roll back into your skull, biting down on his shirt.

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, your weakening legs wrapping around his figure, trapping him inside of you but the blonde boy had no plans of stopping. Sweat beaded around his temples, his previously serious expressing turning into a grin as he adored your moans, words falling out in incomprehensible syllables. You were close and so was Felix.

The pit of fire grew violent deep in your core, holding the young boy tighter to your body, clawing his clothed back. Every thrust had it’s impact, shaking you up and forcing shameless moans out from your throat that were being muffled by the fabric between your lips. The two of you moaned in unison, Felix’s deep mutters getting louder, his vicious thrusts becoming sloppier and uneven, desperate for his sweet release. You clenched around him involuntarily, trying to hold back from screaming, glad that your warm face was between his shoulder and neck so that he couldn’t see your fucked out expression. His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra, mind blank as your eyes were squeezed shut.

“Felix, i-im gonna c-cum! im-m cumming!”

The wall seperating you from your orgasm collapsed, leaving you with a powerful sensation washing over you. Your legs shook, struggling to keep your legs wrapped around him but soon enough you wouldn’t have to. Felix thrusted into you one final time, sending a shiver down your spine and overstimulating you before pulling out, his dick glistening with your erotic juices as he fucked his hand, hot spurts of cum leaking out. He growled, scrunching his forehead as he released on your shaking thighs, one last droplet of cum descending down his shaft and coating the shiny piercing that decorated his pretty cock.

You panted, still processing what just happened, looking at Felix that unwrapped his hand from around his member, dick turning flaccid. You lifted yourself off the counter, only then realising how weak your legs were, not letting go of the surface you just fucked on.

“Is this a one time thing or,,,”

You start, not really knowing what to say afterwards. Felix cleared his throat, putting on his pants as you fixed your dark skirt, back against the boy.

“Let’s be friends”

You turned around, gazing at Felix as he looked down at the grimy floor.

“I’ll stop,,, bothering you, now we’re friends,,, with benefits but it’s a secret, understand?”

Every sentence this man spoke sounded serious with his deep voice but this was serious, for real.

“Why should I? Why should I agree, Felix? So that you can play around with me even more, make me your little shy puppet? I’m not having it!!”

You yelled at the boy, his expression deadpan as you hit him in the abdomen, instantly regretting it as your knuckles hit his rock hard abs. Frustration clouded your mind, wanting to break every single piece of porcelain in the narrow kitchen. Instead you broke yourself apart. Crying in front of Felix like you’d done so many times before, dropping to the floor and feeling the cold material against your bare thigh. This feeling, so familiar. Felix gazing down on you like you we’re worth nothing more than the ground.

Only this time he didn’t only stand and stare.

His arms wrapped around your quivering figure, his embrace warmer than his face.

“I’m sorry, y/n”

His voice shook as the silence overtook the both of you, the quiet ticking of the clock interupting.

“Hm? Look at me, y/n”

Felix pulled away from you, sitting on the floor next to you, watching your head hang low as he gently put a hand on your jaw, lifting your gaze up to meet his.

“I’m fucking stupid, I know. I shouldn’t have hurt you like that but,,, I didn’t know how- how to get closer to you.”

He swiped the rough pad of his thumb across your cheek, wiping your tears.

“I will never hurt you ever again, y/n. We- we can work here and just,,, do stuff.”

You knew exactly what he meant by “stuff” but somehow you trusted him. You trusted him because you had no one else to trust.

“But one rule” he said.

You tilted your head, wondering what his rule was.

“No falling in love”

You hummed, nodding as you wiped your tearstained cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt, cracking a smile at your own vulnerability. Felix stood up and you looked up at him, feeling small but not afraid.

“So what do you say, y/n?”

He offered you his hand, you couldn’t stop looking into his secretive eyes that slowly turned mellow.

You grabbed his hand, passing it as a yes to his question.

But the both of you knew that the rule would be broken soon, like the brittle edge of a teacup.

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highqueenofelfhame · 3 years ago

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Follow my writing blog @highqueenofelfhamewrites! Turn on post notifs there for more reliable updates, i don’t do a tag list anymore! Sorry folks. Master list is on my pinned post (use the google doc version if the other doesn’t work.)

Part one

Rowan could tell when Aelin was screening his calls. He could tell when she was busy with work around her family’s multi-million dollar company because it would ring through to her voicemail— words he could recite like a script by now.

Hi! You’ve missed me, which is horribly sad for you, but if you leave a message maybe you’ll be lucky enough for a call back.

Rowan never was.

He could tell when she saw it was him calling and chose to reject the call, sending him to the void of her mailbox. Every call went unreturned, every text he was quite sure was deleted as soon as it appeared on her screen. There had even been a handful of times that he’d knocked on her apartment door, each thud of his fist echoing into the sound of the television beyond. Once, he thought maybe she was going to answer, the door knob jingling like she’d wrapped her fingers around it and prepared to pull. Yet her soft footsteps had retreated. There was no getting through the golden girl who had poured fire and sunlight into his life after spending so much time sulking in shadow.

The worst part of all of it was that she couldn’t have been more wrong about their relationship, his feelings for her, about every bit of it. She had sent him away before he could protest and though he knew he’d had a moment to try, Rowan was also sure more than anything she wouldn’t have believed a single word out of his mouth. Instead of lazing in bed with Aelin the last few weeks, he had managed to endure the radio silence with nothing but a brooding attitude and shattered heart while he trudged through his days.

So when he spotted her coming out of her favorite coffee shop early in the morning, blissfully sipping the iced caramel macchiato that she had every day, Rowan had bolted across four lanes of traffic without a second thought of what he was doing. Car horns blared and brakes screeched as he ran, one car coming so close to hitting him that his hands slammed onto the hood of the car while he mouthed an apology he didn’t mean. He would have gladly let that car hit him if it’d gotten her attention. It said plenty about his desperation that he was willing to lose life and limb just to have her simply look at him.

“Aelin!” he shouted once, twice, four times while he jogged down the sidewalk. Bewildered eyes tracked the seemingly crazed man while he chased the woman down. A police officer had even taken notice, following at a brisk pace that Rowan was oblivious to. He was close enough to hear the click of her heels down the cement while she dutifully ignored every syllable of her name that exploded from his lips.

“Aelin!” he shouted one more time. Heads turned their way the same time his hand wrapped around her bicep and jolted her to a stop.

In her surprise, the grip on her cup tightened and the lid popped off, sloshing a chilly espresso drink down her bare legs and into her shoes. Rowan was sure he would have to grovel for ruining the patent black heels, but it would be worth it if she would just listen to him.

“Rowan,” she said, shock lacing her tone as she pulled an earbud free and looked down at her stained skirt and soaked toes. A frown had tugged her lips into a frown as the officer caught up with them, hand going to Rowan’s chest like he intended to put space between them.

“Is everything okay, miss?”

“I— what? Yes. Of course. Thank you.” Her voice was vacant but dismissive while she waved her hand nonchalantly, eyes not leaving the ground. The officer looked skeptical but finally distanced himself by trailing a few feet away. As annoying as it was, there was a surge of comfort knowing if he had been some creep, someone would have stepped in for her sake.

“You can’t drop some bomb like that and then ghost me.” Sure, there were more delicate ways to put it but Rowan was beyond that. With her eyes still averted to her feet, frustration was boiling under his skin. What the hell was it going to take to get her to look at him? Just as he was willing to kneel at her feet to catch her eyes, she looked up at him with that frown pulling even tighter.

“There’s coffee in my shoes.”

“I’ll buy you some new godsdamn shoes if you’ll look at me for five minutes and let me talk.”

“And then you’ll leave me alone?”

“If that’s still what you want when I’m finished, yes. I’ll buy your shoes and leave you alone.”

Aelin’s mouth twisted to the side while she thought. Despite the offer, Rowan could see the hesitation in her eyes, that golden core of her iris flickering like a flame.

“Fine,” she said, finally. Her arms crossed over her chest, freshly painted black nails digging into the white button down shirt she wore. “You have five minutes or less. I have to get to work.”

The tone of her voice was strong and tense, but the anxious bouncing of her foot and the way she was wiggling her fingers along her biceps to a melody only she could hear. It was a habit, he noticed, that when she got anxious she would drum her fingers along to the Stygian Suite to keep her emotions at bay. He wished she wouldn’t.

“You are… I’m so mad at you, Aelin.”

“You’re making really good use of your five minutes, I—“

“Would you let me speak?” Aelin’s mouth snipped shut, jaw popping from the tense lock.

“I’m so mad at you. For about a hundred different reasons but mostly thinking you could tell me you were in love with me and then not letting me have a single word in. For telling me you love me and making me leave in a way that I knew if I stayed to fight it would only make it worse. And then as if that wasn’t enough, you stopped talking to me. Stopped taking my calls. Stopped answering the door. Told Aedion to stop giving me updates about you because I didn’t deserve to know. Which is so much bullshit, by the way.”

“Do you have to yell at me like this in public?” Her voice was soft, eyes downcast at her coffee sodden shoes. Rowan glanced around for the first time, taking in the small crowd that had stopped their busy morning to see what the commotion was about. It was then, with her bottom lip quivering and an audience around them, that he pulled her hands from where they pressed into her arms. Rowan guided them around his waist even though she resisted, then took her face in his hands with heartbreaking gentleness that made one of her tears finally slip free.

“I’m sorry that I yelled,” he said quietly, bending down to kiss another fallen tear. “But, baby, I have been in love with you since I met you. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

“You love me?”

“If you had just told me like a normal person—“

“Chasing me down the street in downtown Orynth and shouting at me is like a normal person?”

“Desperate times. I almost got hit by a car. You missed the good parts when you had your headphones in.” Instead of laughing like he hoped, Aelin reared back and immediately began to inspect him.

“Hit by a car!? Rowan Matthias!”

“I’m fine.” Aelin huffed, pulling away from him and folding her arms back over her chest. Rowan’s hands slowly fell back to his sides, desperate to hide in his pockets from what felt like a rejection. A stern look that he’d seen several times on her father’s face took over her features, setting them in stone while she tapped a sloshy toe.

“Be that as it may, you got something in your story wrong.”

“Have I, now?”

“You have. See, I never told you that I was in love with you. You jumped to that conclusion all on your own, and—“

Rowan couldn’t help it, he started laughing as the corners of her mouth began to twitch. He took her face back in his hands and leaned down to kiss her, something slow and sweet and full of promises he couldn’t keep in the middle of a busy street.

“Don’t make me drag you home and coax a confession out of you,” he mumbled into her mouth, sweeping his tongue in lazy strokes that he knew she liked on other parts of her body.

Aelin’s lips spread into a full grin as her arms settled around his neck, the remainder of her coffee dribbling down his back and seeping through to his skin. He couldn’t find a single reason to care as she whispered, “I was kind of counting on it.”

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years ago

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 3)

i did not expect this to turn into more than just a oneshot, but here i am, posting a part 3?? and there’s more to come??? lmao, im a mess, having a million wips at a time, whatever. enjoy this DIRTY piece in the world of Harry and Actress!Y/N hehe!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 3k

warning: NSFW content (we are taking a dirty turn in this part babes)

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“But are you really sure you’re fine?” Florence asks for the millionth time over the phone. “You know, I could come over anytime, have a few drinks and forget about the idiots who decided you don’t deserve that Emmy.”

“I’m very sure,” you chuckle, sinking further down on your couch, kicking your heels off your feet. “It’s not a big deal.” “Oh it is, but you are trying to act all tough, though I know it bothers you.”

“I didn’t say it doesn’t bother me, but there’s nothing I can do about it,” you tell her truthfully.

“You know, sometimes I forget that you are this wise ass bitch, not some petty loser that I usually am.”

You snort at her words laughing loudly. Florence is by far one of the funniest people you know, she never fails to make you laugh, no matter what’s the situation.

“It’s sad that I didn’t win, but I’m fine. Really. Maybe next time it will be me,” you say, genuinely hoping this wasn’t your first nomination.

“Okay, I’ll stop bugging you, but call me if you change your mind and want company.”

“Thank you, Flo. Talk to you later.”

Once you end the call you let a long, heavy breath out that feels like you’ve been keeping in all night. Walking into your closet you stop in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, taking a look at yourself, still wearing the burgundy pant suit you wore for the award show. You were the only woman in pants all evening and you felt more powerful than ever. You’ve always loved to make a statement with your fashion choices and tonight you feel like you definitely succeeded in getting the message through: you are a bad bitch.

Stripping out of the outfit you hang it carefully before putting on some sweats and an oversized vintage t-shirt, feeling so much more comfortable already. Your hair is still in loose waves and you kind of like the texture, so you just leave it like that, moving into your bedroom to check up on some emails.

Cozied up under your duvet, laptop resting on your thighs, you start replying to some emails, updating your schedule for the next week. You almost don’t notice the text you get, barely catching the lit up screen from the corner of your eyes. Grabbing the device from the night stand you smile down at the series of messages from Harry.

“Bunch of idiots,” the first one reads.

“I’m suing them. All of them.”

“You looked fucking unreal by the way. Couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Biting down on your bottom lip you read the last one over and over again. It’s been weeks since your number landed in Harry’s phone and you’ve been texting nonstop since then. Whenever you pulled your phone out to check if someone had tried to reach you, there was always a text rom him waiting for you, making you smile most of the time.

“Thanks Xx,” you reply shortly, not sure how to react to his heated words of calling the whole Television Academy a bunch of idiots, though it surely warmed your heart.

“Enjoying the after party?” his next text comes fast.

“Nope, I’m home already. Didn’t feel like partying.”

“What?! You not winning is not an excuse to skip celebrating. You still got nominated!”

“Already celebrated that, so I’m out of occasions.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that. Text me your address, I’m going over with wine and takeout.”

His bluntness in flirting and shooting his shot has been amusing to you since the moment he sat next to you on The Ellen Show. Harry Styles doesn’t shy away to try and show his attraction, or at least not towards you.

You hesitate a little, not sure if you want him here, but something deep down in your guts is telling you that you definitely want him to come over, some dirty thoughts already popping into your mind, but you are quick to get rid of them.

You send him your address and he tells you he’ll be over in twenty. You use that time to clean up a little around your apartment. You left in kind of a rush earlier, being a little late with your glam team, so you didn’t bother to leave the place in a decent state. It doesn’t take long though to clean up the mess and checking the time you see that you still have a little time until Harry arrives. As you walk past one of the mirrors in your hallway, you take a look at yourself, debating whether you should change or stay in your comfy homey outfit. At last you drop the idea to put on a different outfit, not wanting to look desperate when Harry arrives.

Not long later you get a notification from downstairs that a so called Mr. Styles has entered the building and is heading up to your floor. Running a hand through your hair you walk over to the front door and opening it you stand there, waiting for the elevator to arrive. When the familiar ding hits your ear you notice how your heart skips a beat upon seeing him walk out.

“Hi,” you smile at him holding the door open for him. He looks amazing, as always, wearing a pair of brown high-waisted pants with a loose white shirt tugged into it, a teal denim jacket topping the outfit. He looks comfortable, but still well put together, something you have always admired in his style.

“Hello, Love,” he smiles back at you and pulls you in for a short, one armed hug before walking fully inside. “Didn’t know what stuff you fancy, so I got a bunch,” he admits with a chuckle, holding up two plastic bags completely stuffed.

“You really shouldn’t have,” you shake your head at him smiling as you lock the front door and lead him into your open concept kitchen.

“But I should have,” he argues, setting the bags down to the counter, packing out everything he brought.

Three bottles of wine, all of them different kinds, snacks, both sweet and salty, topped with an insane amount of Chinese takeout that could feed a whole family, not just two people. You put the wines into the fridge though you know they won’t get chilly enough by the time you open it. Turning to Harry you smile at him shyly, only just now realizing that he is in your home for the first time.

“Want a tour?” you ask, pulling your shoulders up to your ears.

“Would love that,” he smirks and lets you lead the way.

The modern apartment in Manhattan has been your home for a little over a year now. One of the first things you invested into once you started earning like an A-list celebrity. It’s spacious, you did the interior over once you bought it, formed it a little more to your taste. You walk Harry through the living room, the three bedrooms from which one is yours, the others function as a guest room whenever a family member of one of your friends needs a place to stay. There are three bathrooms in total, a study room that’s always a mess, your desk filled with scripts and books most of the time, but Harry tells you it suits your vibe.

“And this here is my wardrobe,” you end the tour, flicking the lights on in the walk in closet, probably your favorite part of the place. It’s bigger than your bedroom, but it’s exactly what you and your passion for fashion needs.

Harry curiously walks inside, his eyes immediately stopping on the burgundy pant suit you wore earlier that night.

“This, Darling, was an excellent choice,” he smirks over at you, his fingers dancing over the soft fabric of the pants.

“Felt amazing in it,” you nod smiling.

“I bet you did,” he chuckles softly.

The two of you head back to the kitchen and sit at the kitchen island, roaming through all the food Harry has brought. A short silence comes over the room that’s broken by Harry first.

“So how are you really feeling about tonight?”

“I’m fine,” you shrug, but then feel his hand on your knee that’s closer to him and your eyes flicker over to him, his gaze burning down on you intently.

“No, I’m asking fo’ real. You don’t have to mask your disappointment.”

Licking your lips you look back at your plate filled with dumplings and you start to just poke them around with the chopsticks in your hand.

“Of course I’m disappointed. Who wouldn’t want to win? But there’s not much I can do about it, right?”

“Still, you shouldn’t push it all down.”

“I’m not the type to rage very publicly, if you haven’t realized that,” you chuckle, diverting your eyes back at him, catching a soft smile on his lips.

“That I know of. Miss No Beef,” he teases you, even though you could pretty much say the same thing about him. “I was properly screaming at the screen when they said someone else’s name over yours.”

“Yeah?” you chuckle.

“Mhm. I was rooting for you big time.”

“Well,” you sigh turning back to your plate. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Nah-ah, none of that crap, Y/N,” he protests right away, dropping his chopsticks to his plate as he slides off his stool, stepping closer to you, one hand lying flat on the counter, while the other one finds the underside of your stool and he easily turns you so you are facing him, your knees involuntarily parting so he could stand between them. “I’m not letting you think of any less of yourself because of some stupid award.”

“The Emmys are not stupid,” you correct him, but it seems like he doesn’t even hear you, staring down at you with a smug grin, his hand moving from the stool to your waist.

“Mhm, they are. They made the most talented and beautiful woman think she is not the best of all.”

You can’t push down the smile that tugs on your lips as you watch him slowly lean closer. Heart beating faster, you let him do whatever he has on his mind, not finding the will to push him away. Not that you want to do that, you’d be stupid to say no to this man.

“Who’s this woman we are talking about?” you breathe out with a teasing smile. Harry smirks back at you, his hand squeezing your waist gently as his other hand moves up to the base of your neck, his thumb running along your jawline.

“The woman I’ve been fantasizing about lately.”

A desperate whimper tries to escape your lips, but you bite it back in time, feeling so lost how much effect he has on you with just a simple sentence.

“What are these fantasies about?” you find yourself asking as he leans closer, his nose brushing against yours.

You’re aching for his lips, to feel him touch you everywhere. You want to come undone under his hands and the breaking point where you won’t be able to mask up your desperate feelings is threateningly close.

“I’ve been thinking about making her feel real good. Watch her fall apart under my touch,” he murmurs lowly and this time, you can’t hold that moan back. Your lips brush against his, but he pulls back smirking, not kissing you.

“Fuck,” you breathe out when you feel his hand move from your waist to your stomach, cheekily teasing you as he is drawing circles around your belly button over the soft fabric of your shirt.

“Can I touch you, Y/N? I really want to make you feel appreciated and good. Will you let me do that?”

Not able to find your voice you whimper out something that’s close to being a yes, but it’s not enough for him and while you are losing touch with what’s really going on, Harry is very much enjoying seeing you like this, all for himself.

“Use your words, Love. I wanna hear you say it.”

“Yes!” you choke out and luckily, he doesn’t waste any more time.

You feel his lips connect with your neck as both his hands work on the waistband of your sweats, pushing them further down a little before his right hand taps on the top of your lacy underwear, the one you wore under your suit tonight, the one Harry definitely thought about when he first saw you through his screen.

You gasp when his hand slides into your underwear, fingers finding your sensitive bud of nerves, pressing down on them softly. You desperately turn your face, eager to meet his lips, but he pulls back for your dismay.

“Not now, Love,” he tells you and though the words sting a little, you don’t have much time to dwell on them when you feel his fingers slide back and forth between your soaking wet folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you?” he smirks while you’re trying to breath evenly, though it’s quite the challenge.

His lips return to your neck and your hands fly up to grab onto the back of his neck and shoulders, his fingers teasing you around your hole, not entering just yet. You start buckling your hips, desperate to get him take the next step and he is surely enjoying the show you are putting on for him.

“Ready to feel good?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, hands grabbing onto his hair roughly and a loud moan escapes your lips when he pushes two of his fingers inside you.

“Fuck, this feels so nice,” he groans, lips nipping on the soft skin under your ear. He is quick to take up on a pace, moving his digits in and out, his thumb circling on your clit, adding that extra magic most men always forget about. But not Harry, he is eager to please you the best he can and if you weren’t sitting, you’d be on your knees for him by now.

“Yeah, tug on my hair, Darling,” he growls, his voice sending chills down your spine as you tighten your grip in his hair just as he asked, while you feel your climax building up.

He picks up his pace, curling his fingers inside you every time he thrusts them in, making you almost see stars. Your legs fly around his waist, ankles crossing above his bum as you bring him closer, and a whimpered groan bursts out of him, probably because his erection just got squeezed against his hand by your action, his nonstop moving hand now stuck between your heated core and his throbbing member. When his head pulls back you quickly look at him, about to ask if he is alright, but he just presses a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth as his unsaid answer that he is perfectly fine.

His forehead comes to rest against yours as he adds a third finger, making you moan his name in ecstasy. Your mind is starting to completely shut down, the sensation of utter pleasure taking over your whole body as you can feel your orgasm just a few thrusts away.

“C’mon, Love. Let it go for me,” he mumbles, his free hand sliding to your back so he keeps you flushed against him, your heaving chest touching his upper body with each drawn breath.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you pant, eyes screwed shut, tipping over the edge of your climax. “Please don’t stop!” you beg whining.

“Never, Darling.”

And he keeps his words. He keeps going and going until your walls close up around his slick fingers and your thighs tremble around his waist. You tug on his hair once again, pulling his head back just enough so your eyes meet right when you come undone. His fingers keep moving a little longer, bringing you down from your high before the last wave of your orgasm dies down and you are brought back to reality.

When his fingers slide out of you, the feeling of emptiness makes you breathe out in dismay and it brings a smile to his lips as he licks his fingers clean and you swear that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, watch him taste your pleasure on his own fingers.

Glancing down you see the very visible bulge in his pants and you reach down to return the favor you just had the pleasure to get, but his hands wrap around your wrists stopping you, your eyes snapping up to meet his.

“Not now, Love. This was all about you. I’ll be fine.”

“But—“ “No,” he cuts you off shaking his head gently. “Seeing you like this was more than enough for me.”

Biting down on your bottom lip you feel yourself blushing at his words, the whole situation that just went down dawning on you just now. Harry really did just finger you on one of your kitchen stools and it was one hell of an experience for sure.

When your gaze wanders over to his lips you remember how he refused to kiss you and now you actually have the chance to pay more attention to this tiny detail.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” you ask him, legs falling from his waist as he goes to sit back on his stool. He glances at you, a soft smile on the lips that never touched yours.

“I wasn’t planning to do this, but I just couldn’t stop myself. However, I’m still trying to be a gentleman, so I won’t kiss you until I’ve taken you out on a proper date.”

“I can’t believe you,” you chuckle shaking your head at the absurdity of what he just said. “So you are fine fingering me shamelessly, but you won’t kiss me without a date?” you ask, rephrasing his words.

“That’s right,” he nods, his smile growing into a smirk now. Shaking your head you turn back to your probably cold plate of food, chuckling to yourself.

“Harry Styles, you are… something else.”

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| Chef Q |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot, Requested by: @anotherdreamsimp !!

Word Count: 3328

Warnings: Some curse words, mainly just some fluff !

Summary: Quackity hasn't been streaming recently, and decides to come back with a cooking stream. Featuring you as a special guest.

Lately, Quackity had been studying like crazy for his final exams. That meant no streaming. He'd take a break from it to focus entirely on his studies. Absolutely nothing else.

He claimed to have his priorities straight, and had the goal to pass all exams with high scores in order to keep his grades looking wonderful.

This also meant there was rarely any time spent between you two, beside the occasional snack breaks you forced him to take so he wouldn't die at his desk.

It was tough not being able to show him a random video you'd found on the timeline, or walking up to chat with him whenever you wanted, but you knew this was very important to him. So you gladly supported him and offered as much support as possible.

Thankfully, all of his studying paid off and he passed with flying colors. A teacher had even informed him that he'd received the top score for one of his final exams.

You were the first person to hear the news, and you couldn't help but feel the adoration coursing through your body at how excited he was to tell you. Jumping up and down and shaking you lightly as he told you about his scores.

You'd offered to take him out for a celebratory meal, to treat him for all his hard work and also since you missed the fun outings with him. There was no way he was saying no to that.

—

After a day out and about, you two had made your way back home. Both of you were pleasantly full, having enjoyed the meal and also dessert. His request, for "doing so well on his finals." How could you possibly deny him that?

You both were also very content, a warmth and comfort surrounding the air around you two the entirety of the outing.

One thing that was impossible not to notice was how he'd become exceptionally clingy as soon as you two were out of the car. Gripping onto your hand tightly as you singlehandedly unlocked the front door.

"I've missed you so much these past few days." He murmered as you finally got the door to open and pulled him inside.

"I've missed you too." You hummed softly. It was always nice hearing him say these things. You locked the front door, and gently pulled at his hand to lead him back to your room.

It didn't take much of a pull for him to willingly follow you. "Can we cuddle or something?" He asked softly, almost as if he was a bit embarrassed to ask. You turned to him and gave him a grin, along with a small nod.

You'd missed him, even if you two had been in the same apartment this whole time. You'd especially been missing cuddles with him, considering he studied pretty much all day. There wasn't enough time being shared together so you gladly agreed to some cuddling.

Sooner than later, you two found yourselves in your pajamas, laying in bed peacefully as you scrolled through tiktok, screen tilted in order for him to see as well. It really was so nice finally being able to be this close to him again.

After some time, you found yourself looking through tweets on the timeline. A certain one caught his attention and he asked you to stop scrolling.

It was a tweet from a fan, saying they missed Quackity since he hadn't streamed in two weeks, but that overall they hoped his tests were going fine.

"Has it really been 2 weeks?" He asked aloud as he clicked on it and looked through the replies, all agreeing with the original tweet.

"Mm.. two and a half, I think." You answered, looking at him curiously as a guilty expression appeared on his face.

"Hey." You called out once you saw the expression wasn't leaving. He turned to you with a small frown.

"It's fine. You had a good reason for being gone so long. I'm sure they understand. Plus, you'll be back soon, right?" You asked, to which he nodded before sitting up from the cuddling position you two were in.

You sat up as well, noticing how his eyes widened slightly, and a small smile made its way onto his face.

"I just got a great idea." He exclaimed. "Y'know, I was going to just spend the next few days with you since I missed you but– how about we stream something together? That way I can enjoy both, and the fans get a stream too."

You stared at him in surprise. The fans did know he was dating someone, but you rarely ever came out on streams, not because he didn't want you to but because you didn't deem it to be necessary.

The few times you had been on, you'd received tons of love and support from the chat, so you didn't think anything too bad would happen if you were to appear on his stream again.

"What did you have in mind?" You asked curiously. The other times you'd been on were him playing horror games and an extremely scuffed IRL stream.

"Well.. I haven't done a cooking stream in a while." He began, but you quickly shook your head.

"Oh no. Don't tell me you're going to make us eat some monstrosity‐ like your past cooking streams." You visibly shuddered at the thought. You remember having to help clean up the mess after. And no matter how funny it had been, the actual cleanup was awful.

"No no– I was thinking maybe we do a serious one, y'know? Chat hasn't really been able to see my cooking abilities, and well.. I'd say I am pretty good at it." He grinned. He was unfortunately right.

You relaxed at the mention of it being a 'serious' cooking stream. It could never really be too serious when it came to Quackity, but it meant not eating dog food or poorly made pizza. You were in.

"So we'll make an actual.. edible.. meal?" You questioned again, just to be sure. To which he nodded.

"Yeah, and we can enjoy that meal after. Like a date. What do you say?" He was beaming. It was his creativity rolling in. And he was probably so proud of himself for finding a way to spend time with you yet also give chat the stream content they'd been missing out on.

"Alright. I'm in."

You hadn't seen him this eager to get out of bed and head to the grocery store ever before. Chat was really in for a fun stream tomorrow.

—

He'd tweeted it out several hours before you two planned on starting the stream that he'd be streaming today with a special guest, and that he had his chef hat ready to go.

As you scrolled through Twitter you could see the timeline freaking out over 'COOKING STREAM' and 'SPECIAL GUEST'. Lots of discussion over who it was.

You couldn't help but feel a bit bad since the fans were probably speculating that he'd met up with his online friends, but in reality it was just you. In that case, you'd try your best to make this a fun stream, and your presence an enjoyable one.

As the time for the stream to start got closer, you helped him set the ingredients you'd be using onto the table, in a way where it was in perfect view for the stream to see and follow along if they wished.

"We're supposed to start in 5." You called out as he slipped his beanie on, fixing the few hair strands that were sticking out a bit too much.

He smiled and made his way over to you, cupping your face and giving you a small kiss. "I'm so excited to do some cooking with you. They're all going to love you."

You couldn't help the warm feeling that spread over your chest at his words. It was like introducing you all over again. He'd recently gained a lot of new followers, and that meant they probably had no idea who you were. Always fun going through that again.

He dealt with some last minute editing and placing, checking all ingredients were there and that everything was set, before hitting the 'Go Live' button.

It didn't take long for the viewers to increase after the tweet notification went out, and the starting soon screen was the only thing really protecting you two from the roaring chat.

Everyone was dying to know what was going on, who the special guest was, and whether this would be yet another scuffed cooking stream.

You stood behind the camera as the starting soon screen finally disappeared and he began greeting the viewers, thanking all the subs coming in, and eventually also giving them a little update on how he'd done on his exams.

You felt so proud as you watched him boast about how his studying had paid off, and how he talked about being the happiest he'd been in a while. He deserved all of it. And chat thought so too.

After some rambling about his test scores and what they'd be cooking today, chat finally became too impatient and asked for a reveal of the special guest.

"Fine. Fine. Since you guys are so fucking impatient." He huffed, watching as chat flew by, telling him to 'get on with it' and to 'TELL US WHO IT IS'. You couldn't help but laugh at the relationship he had with his chat. Always bullying each other but usually knowing when to stop and send love.

"I've actually had them on multiple other streams, not so much recently.. but they've been on my horror streams.. some IRL streams.. and they are really really special to me, chat!" He said with a big smile. Some of chat was confused as to who he was referring to, while older fans began to question if it was YOU. They were very smart.

"Some of the viewers might not know of them, so this is like I'm introducing them to chat all over again! Come over here." He finally directed the last part at you. You couldn't help but feel the sudden spike in anxiety, but chose to ignore it as you smiled back at him and headed into the frame beside him.

With a small wave and a greeting, you watched as chat completely broke. A mess of question marks and your name being spread in chat. You couldn't help but laugh. It was an overwhelmingly positive reaction as Quackity explained to new viewers that you were his partner, and that older fans were already aware of this for a while now.

The amount of 'y/n our beloved' and people asking if quackity's partner was single were abundant in chat, and you couldn't help but feel stupid for thinking the newer viewers would hate you or something.

Having the approval of Quackity's chat also made you feel lighter, it made it easier to let go and just enjoy the cooking stream.

You two began to explain what you'd be cooking to chat, and you made it very clear that he actually had to try and cook this time, to which chat agreed wholeheartedly.

He'd taken a recipe from his mom for one of his favorite meals, one he hadn't had in a while. He explained to chat that he wanted to see how well you and him could recreate it until you two took a trip to visit his family.

"Hopefully we don't disappoint her too much." You mumbled as he placed the chef hat onto your head, fixing it so you looked presentable.

"She can't be because we're actually gonna try." He stated before beginning to explain to chat what the meal was since many of them might not have even heard of it before. As he did that, you began to set aside the ingredients you wouldn't be needing until later.

After everything had been explained, it was time to get cooking. His concentration to try and recreate his mom's recipe was adorable, and chat agreed on that too.

This stream wasn't loud and messy like the others, but it was still enjoyable in its own way. Quackity was radiating such wonderful light and energy, cracking jokes and genuinely enjoying himself. It was all thanks to the stress and worries being lifted off his back. You really enjoyed seeing him like this.

Chat was able to follow along later if they wanted with how organized you guys were being, but the banter he had with you and chat made it entertaining to any casual viewer. He always found a way to make it fun.

Not only that, but chat was able to see a new side of him. The Chef Q side. More often than not, a message would roll in saying they were amazed by how good Quackity actually was at cooking. You could already imagine some of the edits that'd come out of the stream.

His mom had told you two beforehand how long it would normally take to cook this meal, and it was perfect for a usual stream and some extras where you two would actually get to try the food.

There was moments where chat was warning you two that the food would burn or that he'd accidentally set the kitchen on fire, but overall you were enjoying yourself so much.

And chat was enjoying your presence too!

By the time you two managed to finish the meal, you both plopped down onto the chairs he'd set for the supposed 'breaks'.

He had some of the sauce on his cheek and his apron, but still managed to look good. He'd also smeared sauce onto your cheek, and at this point some strands were sticking out of your hat in such a messy way since the last few minutes had been rather hectic, food almost burning and all.

"Chat. We did it." He called out before cheering loudly and clapping his hands, to which you swiftly followed along, chat beginning to cheer as well.

"I think its only right that we try what we made, don't you think?" You ask, to which chat quickly types YES in all caps, wanting to see the finished product and also find out if it even tastes good.

Quackity let out a chuckle as he smiled over at you. "Not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous. We haven't even seen it so it might just be black. Burnt to a crisp. Or what if it tastes like shit? Y/N i don't know what I'm going to do if the food tastes like shit. Thats what we're supposed to eat on our date." He whined a bit.

You shook your head, "It'll be great. And if not, we can just order takeout. It'll be fine big q." You smiled reassuringly. Chat became a frenzy of calling him cute for the state he was in, declaring their love for how supportive and kind you were, and melting over your relationship.

Before you knew it, you were both revealing the meal to chat, and pleasantly surprised by the results. The presentation of the meal itself looked really good. It looked like what you'd expect from such a plate. Quackity had even gone as far as saying it looked similar to how his mom made it.

You gasped, smiling in surprise at him. "Really? Did we really do that good of a job." His face turned into one of regret, and a long segment of silence engulfed you two before he nodded hesitantly. You both broke out into a fit of laughter.

"Okay okay, seriously. Chat's waiting for you to try it." You placed a fork in front of him, earning a loud scoff from him.

"They want to see you try it as well." He mirrored your actions and you gladly took the fork.

"Alright. First bite. Let's see if all our hard work paid off! Chat, are you ready?" You grinned and watched as the 'YES's started rolling in, some viewers telling you both to get the fuck on with it, and others gushing about how the food actually looked good. You could only hope.

You watched as he began to dig in, mouth full and chewing slowly, truly trying to savor the first bite. You did the same, and the stream was silent for the first time in a while. Chat was in suspense as well, question marks and incoherent rambling rolling through the chat.

"Chat..." he finally spoke after swallowing his bite. "Chat. It's." He paused before showing a small smile. "It's not bad at all. I like it. It's good."

You nodded your head in agreement, "It's nowhere near as good as the ones your mom makes.. but I think you and I make a pretty good team."

"I think so too. And not just for cooking." He grinned, earning himself a playful eye roll and shy smile from you.

The stream proceeded to you two feeding each other bites of the meal, asking each other if it was good, and just enjoying yourselves for a bit longer before Quackity deemed it was time to end.

"Chat !! Thank you so much for tuning in and watching this.. actually coordinated cooking stream. I had so much fun and well, I ate yummy food. I'm happy." He laughed, thanking a few more gifters before doing his signature Bye, and ending stream.

He hurried over to your side, pulling you into a hug. "Thank you so much. I truly had fun. And they definitely loved you, but not nearly as much as I do."

You chuckled at his words, giving him a small kiss before cupping his face. "I had a lot of fun too. Thank you for always being so nice to me." You paused, observing how cute he looked with his chef hat still on. "I think I like Chef Alex." You reached over and fixed his hat a bit.

"Yeah? Should I keep it on?" He teased, coming a bit closer. You couldn't help the warmth that spread over your cheeks at how blunt he was.

"Yes, but you need to help me clean this up. Maybe after we finish the food, hm? C'mon. Don't think I forgot our deal."

He whined, already feeling too lazy, but he quickly followed after you as you two sat down to actually eat. Still wearing the silly attire he'd bought for the stream, far too unbothered to change just yet.

Through a mouthful he asked, "Cuddles and a nap after we're done?"

You smiled and nodded, to which he gave a silent cheer. That was enough motivation to get you both up and cleaning after finishing the meal.

—

Wrapped in each other's arms again. He couldn't seem to get enough of it. You were once again scrolling through Twitter, this time scrolling through his indirects, wanting to see what people were saying about the stream.

He'd ask you to stop to read certain ones he found funny, and even 'aww'd at the ones he found cute, mainly those talking about how cute you two looked.

Surely enough, there was already edits using the clips of him cooking, and you'd openly admitted to him that he looked "so fucking good." To which he responded by cuddling closer, if even humanly possible.

Quackity found the numerous clips of you two feeding each other to be the best part of the tweets. You two rewatched, saved, liked as many as you could before he became tired.

And with that, he was pulling you close, and leaving small kisses anywhere he could on your face. Eventually, his chest slowly rose and fell as he entered a deep slumber. You smiled, glad to see he was finally getting the rest he deserved.

"Goodnight, Alex." You whispered, leaving a small kiss on his cheek before closing your eyes as well.

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