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a/n: I'm currently awake at 4 am and unable to sleep ive been having some thoughts that I needed to release, and writing this is helping me feel better. this is my first time writing something explicit, so I apologize if it's not the best. please forgive any grammar mistakes. i hope you enjoy reading it. <3
summary: you are searching for a personal trainer and come across an online ad. after calling the trainer, he arranges a session at his home gym. things start to take a spicy turn between the two of you.
warning: smut! 18+ oral (m receiving), spanking, getting manhandled, fingering, pet names like âdoll, babygirlâ squirting, praising, degrading, rough!!
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when you move to california to pursue your dream of becoming a model or influencer, you leave behind your family, job, and friends. unfortunately, the move also means leaving behind your favorite place: the gym.
many label me a gym rat, but I simply embrace my love for the discipline it brings and the amazing confidence it gives me in everything I wear.
in the evening, while browsing through tiktok , i suddenly felt a wave of boredom. i let out a sigh, turned off my phone, and began searching for an engaging activity. normally, in situations like this, i would change into my favorite workout attire and head to the gym. however, as i am not at home, i need to find a gym or a personal trainer of my own in this new location.
i opened my macbook and started searching for personal trainers in my new area. I came across a profile of a man who seems to have a lot of experience in the gym and is conveniently located nearby. i must admit, he looks delicious. i decided to message him to arrange a meeting and inquire about his session rates. he responded promptly with his pricing and availability, and it turns out he's available tomorrow morning. as we exchanged goodbyes over text, my mind couldn't help but focus on meeting him in person. if I'm already feeling this way based on some online pictures, i can only imagine how I'll feel when we meet face to face.
i wake up suddenly to the sound of my alarm. as i pick up my phone, i see that it's 5:30. the familiar feeling of nervousness churns in my stomach as i realize that I'm in a new city, about to meet someone new. i made sure to wake up extra early just to ensure that i look my best.
after my shower, i breeze through my skincare routine and add a touch of mascara and some lip balm. I'm just heading to the gym, so nothing too over-the-top, i tell myself. i apply a light moisturizing lotion and a spritz of my favorite perfume. i slip into my matching black bra and thong, then into my sleek all-black workout set with cute black leggings and a fitted black tee. i slide on my nike socks and lace up my new balance 574âs. i brush my hair and secure it with a stylish claw clip, still debating whether to leave it down or tie it up. I'll make up my mind in the uber.
i send him a text to inform him that I'm on my way to the location he had sent me. he reads the message but doesn't reply. oh well, I'm on my way already.
as we pull into his driveway, i can't help but notice how stunning his house is. i wonder what he does for work; being in california, he must be wealthy or famous. i tip my uber driver in cash, thanking him for the ride, and he wishes me luck. I'm definitely going to need it.
i grab my phone out but before i can send him a text i hear a whistle which caught my attention i looked up seeing him standing next to his front door i canât help but check him out and oh my goodness heâs more attractive in person i can just rip his clothes off right here and there but i have to remain calm im not here for that.
he is wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, with a gold chain around his neck. his hair is lightly stuck to his forehead, indicating that he had a workout before I arrived.
âhey thereâ he smiles and waves signaling me to come in with his hand
i smile back and step into his house him standing behind me the whole time closing the door and walking towards me
"I'm nicholas, I'm your trainer. It's nice to meet you." oh my, his smile. his smile. his smile. I'm going to fold, i know I am, but I have to keep my calm. i don't even know him. i don't know if he's single or even married.
âhi, iâm y/nâ i take his hand shaking it lightly
"come on, don't be shy," he takes us to his gym and confidently sits down on a bench, gesturing for me to sit next to him with a wave of his hand.
so demanding already.
âso tell me a little bit about yourself, i know you told me you just moved here but whatâs the reason for the move and why are you looking for a trainer?â he asked curiously.
âwell, i moved here to cali so itâll be easier for me to achieve some of my goals, i have some experience in the gym but i really feel like ill learn a lot more with a trainer if that makes any senseâ you smile shyly causing nicholas to chuckle a little.
âno need to be shy sweetie im here to help you you already look great im sure youâll do a great jobâ i cross my legs just at the sound of his voice saying those loving praises, oh i need him so bad.
he notices but tries not to make it so obvious he grabs his water bottle taking a sip and putting down standing up tapping the side of my thigh gently âcome on letâs get startedâ.
we begin with some easy stretches to warm up before the actual run. i couldn't help but notice that he mostly stood there, watching, instead of actively instructing and guiding me, which did bother me a bit.
âdo an extended puppy pose for meâ i look up at him and he just winks OH. he knows what heâs doing so i decide to play along as well.
as i get on all fours getting ready to get in the pose arching my back a little i can see nicholas from the side of my eye starting so hard i canât help but silently giggle to myself.
âam i doing this good enough nicholas?? howâs my arch lookingâ he chuckles at my words a little.
âoh youâre doing so good y/n, you look amazing but i think you need a little help hereâ he comes down next to me getting on his knees right behind my ass and pushing my arch down so my stomach is hitting the floor beneath me.
âjust like that?â I question.
âjust like that, good girlâ those words sent shivers down my spine i let out a soft sigh.
âwhatâs the matter sweetie?â he questioned.
i shake my head not responding to him âcan we just do the next exercise?â i get on my knees so i can stand up but he comes in front of me putting one hand on my shoulder keeping me on my knees.
âletâs do some leg spreads iâll help and guide youâ.
i lay on the mat on my back and nicholas gets down on his knees again grabbing one of my legs bending it back a little.
âletâs start of slow sweetie i donât want to hurt youâ.
after doing a couple of reps nicholas stops and canât help but notice something.
he chuckled âsomeoneâs excited?â.
âwhat?â i ask not getting exactly what heâs talking about.
he spreads my leg a little further back.
âyouâre so wet youâve leaked through your panties itâs all on those leggings of yoursâ.
âi-im so sorry i-â he cut me off.
âdonât worry about it doll, im having way more fun than you could possibly imagineâ he bends down to kiss me and i went full in, tongue and everything.
after a few minutes of us making out he rips open my leggings with his bare hands which caused me to throw my head back and lightly groan, his eyes burning into my skull the whole time. never once taking those beautiful brown eyes off of me.
he pulls my panties to the side.
grabbing my mouth harshly âopen and spitâ.
i did as told, he sticks them in my mouth reaching the back of my throat causing to me gag.
he laughed and smiled âthink you take all of my dick in there huh babygirl?â.
he pulled my panties to the side and started playing with me lightly flicking the clit and switching between fingering me and playing with my clit.
the groans escaping his mouth seemed a little animalistic like he hasnât touched a woman in a very long time heâs eager and i can tell he wants to fuck me into the ground literally. ďżź
âmmm youâre so fucking wet, youâve been excited since you got here hm? or was it those photos i sent you last night that has you like this for me? horny and ready to get fucked by her trainer? itâs only day one babygirl and here you are legs spread open pussy juice dripping all over my fucking fingers, what am i going to do with youâ.
i moan loudly his words. his actions. the sounds. everything just feels and sounds so fucking good i didnât want him to stop.
âoh im gonna comeâ i felt the urge to release the feeling you get in your stomach when you know your going to cum and go crazy âplease dont stop nicholasâ.
âsuch a fucking good girlâ he kept pumping his big thick fingers in and out of me which caused me to release all over his gym floor.
âoh shit baby, look at you fuckâ he says rubbing my clit on a fast pace, i grabbed his hand trying to get him to stop since it feels way to good to handle.
âpleaseâ he grabs my face and kisses me harshly shoving his tongue all down my throat saliva dripping down in between the both of us.
âcome on take this offâ he removes my shirt and bra taking off whatâs rest of the leggings throwing it somewhere in the gym.
he takes his shirt and sweats off leaving him completely exposed no boxers or anything on, he knew what he wanted to do.
âcome on baby get on your knees letâs see if you can fit this dick all in that pretty mouth of yours, gagging on two fingers. thatâs pathetic sweetheart you got to do better than thatâ.
i get on my knees and take his member into my hand lightly kissing and licking his desperate throbbing dick leaking pre cum everywhere, i quickly take my tongue and clean up the mess he made.
ânow this is a great mouth exercise for you pretty youâll love itâ he laughs and i roll my eyes member still in my mouth looking up at him not breaking eye contact.
âoh come onâ he pushes my head down taking his whole dick into my mouth repeatedly touching the back of my throat i tap and grab on his thighs signaling i needed to breath and catch my breath, he threw his head back in pleasure looking back down grabbing my hair and pulling me off of his dick.
âtold you you couldnât take itâ
âmmm stop let me do itâ i pout he reaches his hand and cups my cheek and caressing my hair rubbing circles on the top of my head.ďżź
i grab his dick taking him all in and taking him out grabbing it and lightly jerking him off, as i continue to jerk him off i suck off whatâs left that i couldnât fit in my mouth.
âmm fuckâ
âjust like that babyâ
âsuch a good fucking girl for meâ
i take him in once again feeling him twitch making sure heâs hitting the back of my throat so i can swallow all of his sweet juices.
he grabs my hair making it into a makeshift ponytail fucking my face at the perfect pace for him, he looks so good he can just take control and do what he wants at this point.
i feel him twitch again which means heâs super close this time he didnât let me go he made sure he stayed in the back of my throat resting his cock in my mouth while he released all inside of my mouth.
âswallow that shit baby be a good fucking girl for meâ
oh boy, this is just the first session i wonder whatâs going to happen next time.
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Perfectly Fine
[Keigo Takami x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Hawks plays off that everything is âperfectly fine,â but you know better than to believe him.
WC: 2186
Category: Hurt/Comfort, Soft!Reader, Slight Angst
I donât know why Iâm so obsessed with Hawks and angst, I blame Conan Gray being stuck in my head 24/7, but here you go! đđ
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You knew he wasn't okay.
You saw him every day. You spent more time with him than anyone else in his life. He had always been so bright and so positive that it was jarring when you realized just how exhausted he truly was.
He tried. He tried so hard. He was smiling and making jokes like normal. It was so hard not to get caught up in his infectious positivity. But you knew him well enough to see through it all.
And his eyes said it all.
They weren't as bright and golden as they normally were. They looked dim. The dark circles underneath were a clear indication that he hadn't been sleeping well latelyâor at all.
This was the one thing you absolutely despised about Keigo. His independence was a good aspect to have for a pro-hero, but not when it was detrimental to his own health.
He was always doing things on his own. He was a people pleaser, so of course, he didn't want to ask for help. It was his problem, so he'd handle it himself.
And you wished you could just knock some sense into that bird brain of his.
The last straw was when he came home in the middle of the night, completely disheveled, and collapsed on the couch.
It wasn't uncommon for him to come home late, and you were usually already asleep, but tonight was different. Tonight, you were still awake.
And it was almost 3 am.
You had heard him enter the house. You were about to get up to greet him, but his heavy footsteps had paused at the doorway. The silence continued for a few seconds until you heard him stumble and collapse onto the couch.
You got up immediately and rushed into the living room. Your heart broke at the sight of him.
He was sitting on the floor with his back on the couch. He had taken off his jacket and boots. His wings were limp, and the feathers were ruffled and messy. His head was in his hands, and his hair was an absolute mess.
"Keigo," you whispered, walking up to him.
You had a million questions going through your mind, but you were also worried he was hurt, so you decided to keep it simple.
"Are you okay?"
He didn't move. Not even his wings.
He did speak, however, but you wished he hadn't.
"Perfectly fine."
The words were like poison. His tone was so cold, so dark, so unlike him. You hated it. You had to force yourself not to recoil in disgust.
Just as he said those words, he made himself even worse by letting out a dry, humorless chuckle. It was so unnatural and wrong coming from him.
It scared you. It angered you. You couldn't understand how he could be like this.
You knelt down in front of him, placing your hands over his.
"Keigo," you murmured. "Iâm begging you. Please don't do this."
"Do what?" His eyes met yours, completely focused. It was almost unnerving. "What am I doing?"
"You're pushing me away," you stated, trying to keep your voice from cracking. "Again."
His gaze lingered for a few moments before his eyes trailed to the floor. He let out a sigh, sounding almost irritated.
"I told you, I'm fine," he muttered, his expression hardening. "You should get some sleep."
His tone was much harsher than before, and it was beginning to frustrate you.
"I can't do that," you whispered.
"Why not?"
"Because I can't, Keigo," you said, your voice rising. "You make it so⌠so difficult for me to just sit back and watch you do this. You keep saying that everything is fine, but it isn't. It's not. You know it's not."
He was silent, and you were beginning to think that he was refusing to respond to you.
"You've been coming home at weird hours, and you don't even try to hide the fact that you're exhausted. Your eyes have bags under them, and your wings are a complete mess. You look so pale, Keigo."
"Iâmâ"
"If you say you're fine one more time," your voice was trembling, and your eyes were starting to burn. "I swear, I will throw myself out of this window."
That made a small smile creep onto his face. It wasnât genuine, but it was a start.
"As much as I love pancakes, you know I wouldnât let you go through with that," he said, his tone becoming lighter.
You didn't hesitate.
"Then why are you making me go through with this?"
You didn't miss the small flinch he did. If youâd been in this situation a couple of years ago, you wouldâve missed it.
But not anymore. You knew him better than anyone.
"Weâre supposed to be partners, remember? Youâre a harder book to read, Keigo, and Iâm sorry Iâm too easy for you, but we should be able to trust each other."
He only looked down and let out a sigh. He was trying so hard to keep his composure, but his emotions were beginning to break through.
You reached forward and gently placed your hand on his cheek, turning his face so he would look at you.
"And if something is bothering you, you should want to tell me. But I canât help but feel like I'm not good enough to be someone you can confide in because if you did, then maybe you wouldn't look like this right now." You brushed a lock of his golden hair away from his forehead.
He looked so tired. So defeated.
And he was. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was struggling with himself. It was as if he were weighing his options.
Stay silent or talk to you.
Stay strong or admit his weakness.
You wanted him to choose the latter. You needed him to choose the latter. If he was going to keep pretending everything was fine, your heart couldnât take it.
A moment of silence passed, and then two, and then three. It was like an eternity had gone by.
Then, finally, the room was filled with his deep, shaky exhale. The environment changed. The air was thicker. You felt the tension and the stress and the sadness.
"I'm not the person you deserve."
It was such a simple phrase, but you were stunned. He sounded so broken, and you didnât understand why.
"I don't deserve you," he repeated, his voice barely a whisper. âI never did."
You were just speechless. You were expecting his troubles to be something along the lines of work or the Hero Public Safety Commission. It probably still is, but you werenât expecting him to feel⌠insecure about himself.
"ThatâsâŚ" You shook your head. "No, Keigo, that's not true. Why would you think that?"
"Why wouldn't I think that?"
He didn't wait for your response.
"I'm too focused on being a hero," he started, his expression hardening again. "I'm always out. I'm never here. Sure, I kidnap you and make you my hostage every once in a while, but even then, I'm always thinking about work. Always thinking about how I can save more people. I'm always busy, and when I'm not, I'm exhausted."
His hands tightened into fists.
"You deserve someone who can be here with you all the time. Someone who can take the time to actually appreciate you, not just a text here and there, or a quick phone call, or a stupid note. You deserve someone who doesnât have to leave the house before the sun even rises."
Your eyes were beginning to water, and you tried not to sniffle, but it was becoming more and more difficult to control yourself.
"You deserve a life where you can relax. You deserve someone who you know is always going to be there when you need it. I can't be that for you, and it's frustrating because I really wish I could."
"Oh, Takami," you whispered, pulling him towards you.
His arms wrapped around your waist, and his face was buried in the crook of your neck. He was holding onto you as if he were hanging on for dear life.
"I hate being like this." His voice was muffled, but you could still hear the disgust in his tone.
"Like what?"
"So pathetic," he grumbled. "I hate acting like a kid. Like an immature, needy little⌠little child."
He had trouble getting the last word out. You couldn't tell whether it was because he was frustrated or ashamed, or both.
"Hey," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. It seemed to always soothe him. "Itâs not immaturity, and it definitely is not childish. Itâs just being human."
You could feel him let out a long, deep exhale.
"You are the Number 2 Pro-Hero. You're a very busy man. I knew it then, and I know it now. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to be with you."
You paused, taking a deep breath.
"Yes, sometimes I get lonely, and I miss you, and it sucks. Sometimes, I want to lock you in the house and not let you leave until the end of the world, but that wouldn't be fair to your fangirls.â
That earned a small chuckle from him.
"And it wouldn't be fair to all those innocent people who need you too. I don't like having to share you with the entire city, but that's just the way it is, and it's something I knew I had to get used to."
His arms squeezed around your waist. You felt his warm breath on your neck, which made you shiver slightly.
"And it's not your fault, either. We will have times like these, where you're too busy, and we won't see each other for a while, but at the end of the day, I'm still going to be waiting for you. At the end of the day, weâll be perfectly fine."
"What a sap," he mumbled, though you could hear the smile in his voice.
"Hey! I'm trying to be romantic!" You playfully smacked his shoulder. "Be grateful."
He chuckled and pulled away from the embrace. You didn't want him to at first, but when you saw his expression, you smiled.
He was grinning. He was finally genuinely happy. There was a twinkle in his eye, and his wings were perked up. His feathers were starting to look much cleaner and fluffier. He was starting to look like his old self.
"I'll make a mental note of that," he replied, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "You are the cutest sap ever."
"Shut up." You rolled your eyes and let out a laugh. "Go to bed, bird boy."
"Wait, wait, wait, hold on," he said, holding his hands up. "You're not going to give me a good night kiss?"
You scoffed.
"And you say youâre not childish."
"No, seriously."
Before you could ask him what he meant, he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. Your arms instinctively went around his neck, and you squealed and caught off guard.
"Hey!" You protested, trying to glare at him, but it was hard to do when he was looking at you with such adoration.
"C'mere," he hummed, resting his forehead against yours. "Let's see how good of a kisser you really are."
"Okay, no, let's not," you said, leaning away from him. "That was awful. That was worse than awful."
"Oh, c'mon!" He chuckled, his eyes full of amusement. "I've been waiting to use that for ages."
"Well, don't," you said, shaking your head. "That just made me want to turn into a pancake even more."
"Itâs too bad we don't have syrup," he joked, giving you a quick wink. "Guess I'll have to improvise."
"That's it," you said, trying to push him away, but he only laughed and pulled you closer.
"Stop trying to avoid the inevitable, darling," he murmured, his eyes meeting yours.
"Please don't say anything else," you begged, your face growing warm. "Please. I'm not kidding, Takami."
"Neither am I."
And this⌠This was what everything was worth.
Keigo looked so content. He was happy. He was relaxed. He wasn't thinking about anything but this moment. He wasn't overthinking things. He wasn't forcing himself to stay positive.
He was just being him, finally. The rest of the night the discussion wasnât brought up again, and it didnât need to. You both knew exactly what the other was thinking⌠feeling. And sure, thereâs no doubt thereâll be another time when he will be stressed out again, overworking himself and pushing himself too hard, but you would be there to pull him back down.
You would be there to remind him that everything would be okay and that no matter how hard he tries to fix it all on his own, you would simply remind him that he doesnât have to do that anymore.
He doesnât need to keep hiding behind that smile; the only smile he should ever have is the real one.
The one where he truly is perfectly fine.
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Death was inevitable.
You knew it, you felt it, you experienced it. All these years your existence as if was borrowed. Changing places, changing people, changing lives.
You didn't age. You didn't feel. You were stuck in the the neverending loop of lies and deception. You forgot who you were and where you came from.
Your jobs were unremarkable, your entourage - dull. No personal belongings, no memorabilia. Even your memories were almost gone.
It was a usual thing. You were spending your evening at work. For the last few months you were working at the restaurant. Blessed time. You could be on your own.
You heard the door open. But you did lock it.
"We're closed."
One look was enough to recognise her. Just a second and your heart almost burst from your chest. It was her. The inevitable, the dark, the devouring.
"Well, I opened the door. I hope you don't mind."
She was weirdly normal. No skull, no greens, no crown. She could fool anyone with this disguise.
"What are you doing here?" You were ready to protect yourself. Your magic was almost palpable.
"That's a weird question." She crossed her arms. "I came to see you."
"How did you find me?" You were hoping tables and chairs could slow her down. Even a second could be valuable.
"What kind of question is that?" Her amused laugh was an insult to the reality itself. "I never lost you."
"No. no. no." You shook your head in disbelief. "I am protected from your sight. Sorcerers..."
"Oh, those idiots..." She was adorable with her barely hidden disgust. "Noone can be hidden from me. And..."
With the wave of her hand all the obstacles disappeared.
"'... we're bound, my love. remember?"
With a flick of a wrist her way to you was covered in flowers. She made the first step.
"Stay where you are."
"Fine, fine." She looked around. "Nice place. You like working here?"
You couldn't believe it was really going on. Rio was almost polite. You were almost broken. What if she was telling the truth? What if you were never really hidden from her?
"Not much of a choice."
"Really? Sourceres lied to you about protection and they made your existence unbearable? And people call me evil."
"You are."
"How?" Rio was offended. Childish reaction to an unpleasant truth.
"You manipulate people into bringing you more souls."
"Oh, I do hope you're not being serious. I'm the guide, not a murderer. People always make their own choice."
Now it was your turn to laugh. Comedy indeed. With Rio having the main role.
"How dare you..." you took a few steps towards her. "When it comes to you, there's no choice at all. Not even an illusion. Not even for the living."
You were boiling with anger. You were shivering with fear. For so long you tried to avoid this.
"You're not being fair..."
"What are you doing here Rio?!"
"I want us to be together." She pointed to your heart. "I want you to come home with me."
Of course. Why even for a second you believed that you could be free. An illusion, your life without her was nothing more than a dream. She could easily shatter it with one word, with one move.
"We never had a home. We never..."
"Of course we did..." Images of your past appeared.
Yes, Rio did create a world for you. Just and simple. You could do whatever you wanted, you could be whoever you wanted. Everything was easy. And you were loved. Your home was with her.
"Rio..." Everything that was sleeping inside of you suddenly was awake. Yes, memories were appearing again. You felt overwhelmed. But then you gasped. No, you wouldn't allow her to trick you again. "... I won't allow you."
"I don't understand." Rio said under her breath. "I gave you the time and you're still angry."
Genuine confusion. A triumph for you.
"Time?"
"Yes, I gave you 100 years and you still don't want me..."
"You gave me?" lamps started flickering "I ran away from you!"
Oh, this was torture. Rio tried to get closer, but you raised your hand. A warning. The air itself started vibrating.
"The important part is..."
You invited the wind, it was silencing Rio.
"You wanted me to be trapped in your pocket dimension. You don't remember this? Veins of your world that were holding my wrists." You rolled up your sleeves. "Your creations always leave scars!"
"I made a mistake. I gave you the time...."
Rio's words were just an echo. You were once again reliving your worst nightmare. You were trapped. You were betrayed by someone you loved.
"What do you know about time?" You were so stupid to believe that you had a chance. You left the world you loved just to be dragged back in by someone who cursed you.
"I can heal them."
In a blink of an eye your scars disappeared. Painful reminder of your dreams, hopes and stupidity. How soothing it was to feel Rio's black power on you. Where the fuck was your survival instinct?
"It doesn't change anything. I left you."
"I wanted only to protect you."
"With a cage?" Now it was your time to show illusion. Shackles appeared around Rio's wrists, pulling her closer to you. "Do you feel protected?"
Where was her confidence? Where were her tricks? Those shackles were the weight of her guilt.
"I didn't want you to leave me like the others. It was the only way."
It was so simple for Rio. She didn't hesitate, she didn't think. It wasn't a game. It was so trivial.
"You broke me." You were choking on your tears. "You took away everything. Why tonight?"
"That day I broke the rules for you." Rio once again pointed to your heart. You remembered how her touch felt.
"I didn't ask you to."
"No." All the restraints disappeared. "You never had to."
One last step.
"You cursed me."
"I gave you the only thing I had." She touched your cheek. "And then I've made the worst mistake I ever could."
You hated her. How she was capable of showing deepest love and greatest disdain. Mistake? You were the one who had to pay for it. And now she was calling you back.
"We are bound." You shared the same black blood. Immortality. Her gift. What was the point of denying it?
You took the last step. It was so easy to find comfort in her embrace. There were tears in her eyes. Clouds of loyalty and promises.
Years of suffering were erased only because she called you. How could this be possible? Her breath on your skin was enough. It was so easy to give in. You shared the same life. It was so easy to convince yourself of her good intentions.
"Rio..."Â
"Let's go home my love."
Death was indeed inevitable.Â
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â A WHOLE NEW WORLD
pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader
summary: in which you and percy navigate a whole other world, and encounter trials in the way.
warnings: angst, bullying mentions, teasing, physical violence courtesy of clarisse my bae, drowning, confessions, fluff, hugs, smooches, percy n you are a comedic duo i swear, basically a self insert, not proof read
wordcount: 5.7k
a/n: iâm insane, this is the longest thing ive ever written. so please reblog and interact <3
youâd grown up with the same stories percy had. the greek gods and goddesses, their lives and tales, their failures and secrets. what you didnât expect was to be the child of one.
you, percy and grover were currently on a field trip, and you couldnât have been happier. all around you was history, and you were fascinated by it all. breaking away from them, you viewed the tallest of statues and the intricate, taking your phone out secretly and snapping a photo to show your mother later.
you were dragged out of your fairytale by laughter, and percyâs scowl evident on his face as you made your way over. âi donât know if you have a miserable home life or just enjoy being a bitch but this trip would be much more enjoyable without your annoying voice.â you sneered before shining a fake smile her way. percyâs laugh in your ear made you join in, but the reprimand afterwards dulled your mood.
you werenât a big fan of bullies, especially when they targeted your friends. for some reason you obtained a boost of confidence and a need to protect your own friends from such people yet you couldnât defend yourself on your best day.
the trio of you sat, eating your lunches, you were inhaling your favourite food much to the amusement of grover and percy. âi donât think your food is running off y/n.â grover teased as you shoved his arm, âi know, but iâve been waiting for so long, i didnât eat anything this morning, i was too excited.â percy turned his head towards you, âyou were excited?â you nodded, âfor a museum?â you waved him off, returning to your food.
but not before nancy launched a sandwich percyâs way, youâd had enough, and so had he. the two of you got up despite groverâs protests, and somehow she ended up in the fountain, even though percy hadnât touched her. youâd been lost in the crowd around the fountain and once youâd broken out you found percy on the ground.
âperce! percy are you okay?â you tried to shake him awake to no avail, so you did the next best thing, slapping him awake. twice should do it. his eyes opened, focusing in on you, âiâm here, iâm fine, i know you care about me.â relieved, yet annoyed you hit his shoulder before you and grover helped him up.
and when he did wake up he spoke about what he saw. on the walk to your hearing percy went into detail. and you couldnât help but feel scared, what the hell was going on?
and the two of you stuck with the story of nancy throughout, feeling betrayed when grover went against you. your own parents were out of town and you were freshly kicked out of school, percyâs home was also your own. you prepared yourself before the two of you entered the apartment, gabe wasnât exactly a sight for sore eyes.
and soon enough yourself, percy and his mother were headed for montauk. youâd left over twenty four messages for your parents but it seemed none of them had made their way through.
âso all the stories, theyâre all true?â percy was fast asleep in the front seat, and the book in your hands wasnât all that interesting. sally nodded, âi know itâs all a lot for the two of you to take in,â if percy was a demigod, then were you too? âwhat am i? whoâs my parent then? are my parents my parents? am i adopted?â sally stopped at the intersection abruptly, turning towards you with a sad smile, âsweetheart, it doesnât matter. your parents love you no matter what, i know it. youâll learn everything with time, iâll tell you more when weâre all inside okay?â
the water droplets on the window were plentiful, some big, some small, some new and others falling. the storm outside was looming, loud and dark, but it seemed to bring you comfort in all honesty, you loved the rain. and as you sat and drove all you could think of was your future, and what it had in store for you.
youâd been in the kitchen whilst listening into sally explain to percy about his parentage, the gods and goddesses. you were sure if you heard anymore youâd pass out. percyâs outburst led you back to them.
âwell iâm not a baby! i know thereâs no such thing as monsters, i know thereâs no such thing as gods and i know for certain that thereâs no such thing as demigods.â the hand on percyâs shoulder brought him back down, âpercy, why would your mother lie to you? no one on this earth loves you more than her, i think we should listen.â his face was riddled with confusion, âyouâre telling me you believe this crap?â
before the conversation could get heated, groverâs appearance interrupted. âwhat the hell are you doing here? how did you get here?â grover sighed, as much as he wanted to explain he needed you all to get moving, âi promise iâll explain everything but somethings coming,â percy and yourself took a step back, âgrover.â
âand i know that sounds really bad,â
âgrover?â he brushed the two of you off, continuing to ramble at sally.
âbut the important thing is not to panicââ
âiâm not panicking.â sally rested her hands on her hip, âgreat! iâm also definitely not panicking. i feel very good about how weâre doing so farââ you closed your eyes, maybe when you opened them itâd go away. âgrover!â you and percy shouted out at the same time, âwhat?â
you pointed towards his legs as percy spoke up, âwhy is there half a goat in your pants?â his legs were bare, mist not around.
as if the day couldnât have gotten any crazier or exhausting for you and percy grover all of a sudden showed up and you were all on the move. sally was punching the accelerator, whilst grover continued to explain, âwhat are you?â grover turned to face you, âiâm a satyr. and iâm your protector. i was assigned to you but we didnât know that y/n was special like you, so i guess iâm sort of protecting you both.â
âyouâre my protector? and what y/n doesnât get one?â you laughed, âno offence but i think iâm alright perce. if youâre our protector than shouldnt you have protected us at school? against nancy?â
âi protect you against actual evil,â you snorted, âthe only evil is nancyâs personality, that should count.â percy managed a smile at your words. âif i hadnât gotten you kicked out of school, youâd have never survived the night. and whatâs chasing us now would have found you there easily.â it was like a truckload of information all at once, you felt like you were in a movie.
âthe mist. itâs the veil that hides the magical world from the human world. my legs. doddsâ wings. even doddsâ absence, but it isnât supposed to hide things from me. that never happens. something powerful is at work here. the sooner we get you two to camp, the better off youâre⌠you told them about camp, right?â grover looked towards sally for an answer as you moved his hand away from your face. grover tended to move them around when talking about something he was passionate about.
ânot yet, no.â sally shook her head as you smiled, âyouâre early remember?â
âcamp is a sanctuary for half-bloods.â great now you were going to a summer camp. the more he divulged the more you began to understand. youâd always been told you were special, percy especially. you shouldâve known you were meant for more. demi gods were never safe, that was obvious by the huge monster behind the car.
âis that the minotaur?â
âonce the attacks start, they never let up. okay? dodds was just the beginning.â you twisted your body to get another look at it, âokay well if weâre being chased than maybe less talking and more runnin, driving, whatever just go!â you shouted out, your heart was ramming against your chest, your hands felt warm and jittery. you needed to move, to do something, you hated just sitting and relying on a car. you zoned out in time for percyâs regular jokes.
âhe is still wearing underpants.â you giggled at him, âi wonder what size.â
âthe mythomagic cards were training. everything has been training for whatâs still ahead of you, and i know wherever percy goes, you go.â you rolled your eyes, âi always hated those stupid cards, guess i shouldâve played huh?â percy cocked his head, âwhatâs ahead of me? of us?â
âkids,â you all turned to sally, her knuckles were turning pale white, an unrelenting grip on the wheel, âhold on, please.â you clutched on to the seatbelt and seats as you all were jolted around, dodging a car and attempting to evade the minotaur, which wasnât exactly all that easy as he rammed into the car, horns penetrating sallys window.
she fought for control, her foot pressing down on the accelerator before you all ended up crashing.
the ground was wet and mushy, you felt dirt gather underneath your fingertips as you crawled out of the car. you could see sally helping percy out as grover made his way out. your leg was aching, a shard of glass caused a gash in your thigh and dragging it along the floor hurt like a bitch, âah, shit!â you rolled over onto your back.
percyâs eyes darted towards you the second you cried out, ây/n!â he dashed towards you, sally and grover in tow. âare you okay? what happened? where does it hurt?â his eyes were frantic and his hands unsure, the sight of you hurt was more than enough to worry him. âiâm fine, i just, if we take the shard out and tie something around then itâll stop the bleeding right?â
percy shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head, hoping it would clear it out, the whole situation was already stressful but his best friend injured? an absolute nightmare. âiâ i donât know! mom! what do we do?â he shouted as sally grabbed your jumper from inside, âmove aside percy, let me help.â he didnât want to, percy wanted to stay right by your side, but he knew she could help you where he couldnât.
the make shift tourniquet did the job thankfully, but you were in and out from the loss of blood, the last thing you recall was sally jackson in the hands of the minotaur, and suddenly, gone.
your voice was stuck, trapped in your throat. your eyes stung immensely, waterline flooded. she was family to you, one of the sweetest people, supportive. and just like that, erased, just dust. your eyes searched your surroundings for percy, to see him, to help him, but all you could view was darkness as it took you far away.
the last thing youâd heard was grover yelling out for the two of you, âstay awake! please!â his pleads were unmet, as you were whisked away to a world of sleep.
the light was harsh on your eyes having just woken up, at least your bed was comfortable. but you still had no clue where you were. your body was stiff, needing to move around. as you shuffled to sit a voice called out for you.
ây/n!â you turned to see percy peering through the window, a large smile on his face as he promptly ran inside to you. âpercy.â his arms wrapped tightly around you, squeezing hardly. âyouâre killing me here.â you croaked out as he let go, taking a step back.
âiâm sorry. do you need something? are you hungry?â
âthat i am, where are we?â
âcamp half-blood, welcome y/n l/n.â an older boy spoke up from the doorway with his arms crossed, leaning on the frame. âluke.â percy recognised the boy, which made you feel at ease, âhi luke.â he smiled, âhey, how are you feeling?â you sighed lifting the blanket up and resting your feet on the floor, attempting to rise from the bed. âlike i need to walk a bunch, is there food around?â
luke nodded his head before signalling you to follow, âis your leg okay?â the pain had lessened since the initial hit but it was still sore, âi think iâll be okay, might have a limp. i can be a zombie for halloween maybe.â percy was glad you were making jokes, seemingly back to normal.
the camp was everything you could have dreamed of. straight out of the pages of a book or out of a movie, amazing scenery, nice enough people, and insane skills amongst them. you had no clue how youâd fit in. youâd settled into hermesâ cabin, your bag and bed next to percyâs.
âso, how long have you been awake?â you were pushing down on your mattress with your hands, testing the springs. the bed wasnât as soft as youâd have liked it to be but you couldnât exactly buy a new one.
âletâs go outside and talk.â percy muttered, leading the way. you were sat down behind the cabin now, percy slowly sliding down the wall to be next to you.
âi only woke up a few minutes before you, i saw chiron heâs aâsomething. and i met the camp director mr d, dionysus by the way. they wouldnât let me go back into the infirmary until we finished talking.â
âwhyâd you want to come back so quickly?â
âyour bracelet was missing, i didnât know where it was so i was freaking out. anyways i saw the camp a little, and i came back for it and you were awake. i got, i got scared before.â percy couldnât bring himself to look you in the eye, he felt nervous admitting it, his worry for you. your smile was wide as you recalled his own worry for the bracelet youâd made him.
âwhat? why?â he exhaled, his hands playing with his shirt, âiâ i thought you wouldnât wake up maybe.â you grabbed his hand, âiâm right here, thereâs nothing to worry about perce. how are you feeling?â your voice was barely above a whisper, filled with sympathy and sorrow, you still hadnât spoken about his mother.
âdonât.â he shook his head whilst averting his gaze, staring down at his hands. âdonât what? iâm not going to force you to talk about i promise, i just want to make sure youâre okay.â percy closed his eyes, âi canât just,â percy breathed in, working up the courage to meet your eye, he hated the pity on your face, âjust forget it, her.â you rested your hand on his neck, bringing him in, âno oneâs asking you to percy, if thereâs anything you need from me, or if you just want to sit and die of diabetes with every blue food in the world, iâll be right there.â
âthank you.â his voice came out muffled against your shoulder. you tried your best to comfort him with a hand in his hair, you pulled him back to take a look at him. his eyes were glossy, a few tears had fallen free. using your sleeve you wiped them away, ânow what demigod has the time for tears, percy jackson?â
you loved percy best like this, with a grin plastered on his face.
âyknow what we could use?â percy pulled you up from the ground, before you walked back to the cabin. âand what exactly is that mâlady?â you rolled your eyes, âfirst of all i despise your british accent and second, a nap!â
percy was sweating profusely, his nightmare having jolted him up from his bed. his jittery movements concerned you, book in your hands forgotten as you surged forwards, âperce? you okay?â his eyes were blown and chest heaving, but at the sight of you he relaxed, âyeah, yeah iâm fine.â
âyou okay?â luke stood infront of the two of you, arms crossed, âsuper.â percy snipped back as you swatted his arm, âbe nice.â your voice was firm, and you knew how percy was, youâd say sarcasm was probably his middle name if you hadnât already known it.
âwe all have them, you know.â luke clicked his tongue, taking a step closer. âintense, recurring nightmares. thatâs normal here.â his words were surprising to you, knowing that yourself and percy rarely fit in.
âand the daydreams, and the ADHD, and dyslexia. demigods just process reality differently, than humans do. for the first time in your life, youâre just like everyone else.â you let out a sigh, whether of relief or sadness you didnât know. did you want to fit in? be the same as everyone else? nothing special?
âso are you also⌠do you not know who yourââ lukes lips pressed into a thin line, knowing what percy insinuated, âam i⌠unclaimed?â the two of you nodded in unison, âno, hermes is my father. that doesnât matter, weâre all on the same team here.â
percyâs agitation was obvious, as well as reasonable and it was exactly how you felt. âeach kid is brought here and made to wait around until their parent decides to pick up the phone? pick upâ whatever. how is that fair?â percy nodded along, âsheâs right, why is that okay? why do they get to bring us here to just ignore some of us?â you did feel bad for luke, you felt as if the two of you were bombarding him with questions and expecting him to hold all of lifeâs answers.
âspend too much time trying to figure out why the gods do whatever it is they do, youâll drive yourself crazy. sooner you stop worrying about that, the sooner you can enjoy what this place actually does offer.â
percyâs interest piqued, âand whatâs that?â
âglory.â
youâd spent hours trying different things. percy almost hit a bunch of campers with an arrow, whilst youâd hit the bullseye, much to your elation. the both of you were absolutely horrendous at welding, which you figured. the only thing that had stuck with you through out the day was the idea of offerings. and you knew percy was thinking the same thing.
the smell of fire invaded your senses as percy threw in the thing that meant most, whilst you sat by him and wondered if it would actually work, would she be able to hear you? youâd zoned out for a bit, feeling as if you were intruding whilst he talked.
âi hope youâre sitting down, but⌠i think⌠iâve made some friends here. like, real friends. y/n and i, we might actually fit in for once.â you beamed at the thought, yet not wanting to interrupt so you settled for nudging his shoulder to which he smiled at you, âi think they might really like me. imagine that. he isnât here. my father, he just⌠didnât show. i mean, ignoring me is one thing, but he doesnât get to ignore you. iâm gonna make him come down here. iâm gonna make him see me, iâm gonna make him see us both.â and with that he blew out the fire, a small flicker of hope ignited inside.
âweâre going to get her back percy, i swear.â
and that was the end of your pleasant night, the reign of terror, clarisse and others were infront of your cabin. and thatâs where your night went haywire.
you and percy were thrown to the floor roughly, landing on your bad thigh caused you to shout in pain. âaw, does someone have a scratch? whereâd you get it from? the minotaur?â the girl was blonde, and you had no clue who she was but her mocking tone made you want to punch her in the face.
âdo you think youâre special? better than everyone else?â
âno.â
âtell me you made it all up about the minotaur, and Iâll let you go. maybe to impress your friend here? you practically have heart eyes when you look at her.â clarisse approached you, âdonât touch her!â percy shouted as clarisse chuckled, âwhy not? you gonna stop me?â
âhe didnât make anything up.â you responded to her question since percy hadnât, with her harsh glare you prayed for the earth to swallow you whole. âsheâs right, i didnât make anything up.â clarisse was hoping for truthfulness from percy, she couldnât tell if she was disappointed or happy, she could teach him a lesson.
âsome kids gotta learn the hard way.â the two other girls charged towards percy before abruptly walking around him, dragging you up by the elbows. âhey! if youâre mad at me then hurt me! donât touch her! let her go!â clarisse held percy back as the girls forced you to your knees, âguys i appreciate the sentiment but iâm not all that thirsty.â please tell me this wasnât used recently.
percy thrashed around in her grip, desperate to save you, âyou really like her donât you? not a single ounce of fight in you when itâs your ass on the line but for her,â his chest heaved, and his hands clenched, he wasnât commonly violent, but a beat down on clarisse seemed amazing right about now.
âget off her! y/n!â your eyes were clenched shut in an attempt to prepare yourself, holding your breath, yet nothing happened. when you peeled your eyes open you were met with an empty toilet bowl.
âplease tell me you guys didnât drink it yourselves.â if it wasnât already an indication of her irritation based on the scowl on her face the second-grade âyou stole my swingâ type of pull at your hair dragged you back to younger self. but what really awakened you were the three tentacle like forms of water, âwhat the hell?â the harsh collision of your back on the wall saved you from the attack. the girls all staggered around, careful of the water before scurrying out.
percy rushed over to you, hands cradling your face, âare you okay? did they hurt you? you didnât touch the water did you?â you raised your hand to cut off percyâs rambling, âiâm fine, but what the hell was that?â he shook his head, ânot a single idea in my head.â percy slumped opposite of you, âthereâs not much in your head either way.â percy placed his hand on his heart, feigning shock and hurt, âhow dare you!â your giggles rejuvenated percy, your smile was all he needed to be happy again.
the figure of someone at the door caused you to shoot up, careful of the water, you saw annabeth come into view. crap.
âwe can explain.â you both held up your hands, caught at the scene of the crime and afraid of the consequences. âno, you canât.â percy nodded in agreement, âokay,â the girls face resonated with percy, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he tried to recall how, âwait, I know you.â
annabeth shrugged her shoulders, âno, you donât.â percy stepped forwards infront of you, directly inline with her, âyeah, but you were there. that night in the infirmary.â you couldnât recall seeing her there when you woke up, âi donât think she was, i donât remember seeing you.â anabeth peered down at her shoes before returning to the conversation.
âyes. iâm annabeth.â she introduced herself, youâd heard of her a bit from other campers, daughter of athena.
âare you stalking us, annabeth?â
âyes.â her bluntness was something you didnât expect. âokay. why?â you inquired further, âwell, iâve been waiting to see if something like this would happen. âso iâd know if you can help me.â
âyouâve been waiting for me to get my head in a toilet and for percy to be manhandled? well, girlhandled.â percy was confused, âhelp you do what?â
âwin capture the flag.â
the helmets werenât exactly the most comfortable but you figured keeping your brain in your skull was more crucial.
you walked next to luke with percy on the left of him, âyouâre gonna love this. campwide mock warfare, all glory to the victors. annabethâs the head counselor of the athena cabin. sheâs led our team to three straight wins. been a long time since anyoneâs won a fourth.â
âshe was there in the bathroom, she said sheâd been waiting for it to happen.â
âannabeth sees the world differently. always six steps ahead of everyone else. you should cut her a break.â you scoffed, âcut her a break for what? her life seems perfectly fine.â luke shook his head, ânot everythingâs as it seems y/n.â
âwhose side are you on, anyway?â
luke stopped and turned towards percy, âoh, hers, always. sheâs my little sister. maybe I should back up.â you nodded, âi think we should sit down if weâre going to be getting an origin story here.â
lukeâs entire story of how he and annabeth got to camp made you regret your earlier comments of an easy life. sheâd been fighting since she was a child, itâs all sheâs known. âsheâs been watching us since we got here. why?â
âannabeth is the strongest warrior in camp, the only way left to prove herself is to go on a quest.â
âand what does this have to do with us?â
âchironâs been promising her for years. one day, a demigod would arrive who was fated to go on a quest that even chiron couldnât prevent. and when that happened, she could join it. every new arrival, or, arrivals in your case, annabeth watches, looking for a sign theyâre the one. usually, she gives up after a day or two, but sheâs still watching you two.â
âcan you ask her to knock it off?â as much as you hated to admit it, she did kind of freak you out, âi agree, weâre not going on some magical quest any time soon.â
âyeah, sure. but you never know, what if sheâs right?â the conch shell blowing in the distance alerted you all.
it was battle time.
as you walked behind luke you couldnât help your nervousness, which percy always noticed. âhey,â his voice was soft and reassuring, a hand on your shoulder, âweâre gonna be fine, itâs just a friendly game. weâve won three times and weâre going to get a fourth since they have us brilliant additions of course.â percy literally bowed in front of you as if being applauded for a performance as you chuckled, âoh please, you cant win with idiocy percy.â
âthat is extremely offensive! how many times have i beaten you in monopoly?â
âohh, you want to talk about monopoly mr bank robber? do you honestly think no one noticed when you randomly turn in broken change and grab even more bigger notes? or the fact that three houses does not make a hotel!â clarisse watched the two of you fool around from afar, she was going to make you pay.
the pebble youâd thrown clattered against percyâs armour, âhey! what was that for?â you groaned out loud, your head lolling back, meeting the log. âif you keep flossing iâm going to push you myself perce. you need to take this more seriousââ the girls surrounded you from every angle, swords in hand as you rose from the floor, your own sword clutched tightly.
âflags that way, itâs not here.â clarisse smirked, âwe know. yeah, gloryâs fine. revenge is more fun.â her spear crackled as they all surged forwards, time to fight, itâs now or never.
clarisseâs scream was deafening. âso much for friendly huh?â percy shook his head, ânot now! you can tell me how wrong i was when weâre out of here.â for some reason once theyâd begun their attack, youâd never felt more alive. as if you were born for this, to fight. every sword and hit that came your way was met with double the force, hurling people backwards as you tried to make your way to percyâs side. one of the girls was sly, managing to corner you on the boardwalk near by.
her knee, sheâs weak in the knees.
the voice echoed through your head, as if compelled you followed up on it as the girl went down almost immediately. thank you very much random voice! the sound of cheers floated through the air as you saw luke plant the flag in the ground.
4 â 0.
perhaps youâd been distracted by the people, or maybe it was percy being held by his armour courtesy of clarisse. either way you didnât notice the girl lunging your way, not until the cold water engulfed your body.
youâd never learnt to properly swim.
percyâs footsteps drummed through the air, each step heavy and weighed down with purpose. he had to get to you, now. the second youâd hit the water he was on the ground running. it had only been about five seconds at most yet percy was already at your previous spot, diving in head first.
act now, think later.
your eyesight was blurry as the two of you resurfaced, the first thing you spotted the crowd on the shoreline, they waited with bated breath, your team cheering once the two of you were back up. âiâm so sorry, i said i would protect you but clarisseâ i was so scared when i saw you get pushed, i think i froze up. i shouldâve listened to you, i shouldâve taken it more seriously. this is all my fault.â he was holding onto your face for dear life, afraid to let go.
percy had dived head first into the water for you, no hesitation. he put himself at risk for you. he always knew what to say and what to do. percy was your person. youâd been an idiot, whyâd it take so long for you to realise what you knew deep down?
you love percy jackson. and not in a friend way, in a love way. in the best way.
your lips were pressed on his in seconds, you werenât in a hurry, not desperate, not messy. just passionate and deep, as if you were trying to convey your feelings through it. you were simultaneously trying your hardest to remember this moment. percyâs cold hands on your cheeks, both of you sopping wet, nothing else mattered to you, until he kissed back. percy on the other hand was desperate, heâd been waiting for so long, settling for the title of best friend. he had you in his arms, heâd already lost his own mother, he wasnât going to lose his other half.
his hair tousled, curls sticking to his face, yours dripping wet, hands on your neck as you clutched his. âwhat are we percy?â he grinned, âwhatever we want to be.â the pair of you may have forgotten the fact that you were currently surrounded by campers, but the deafening cheers and shouts of support warmed your heart. surely a kiss didnât elicit such a reaction? yes it did, but also the fact that a trident loomed over percyâs head.
percy jackson, son of poseidon.
the two of you walked with a literal army of people, friends, even. for once you both felt as if you belonged.
luke was unbearable, taking any chance he could to tease the two of you, âmy little campers, all grown up.â he fake-cried, wiping false tears from his eyes as you poked him, ânow if we can find someone then whereâs your partner pal?â percy laughed, âplease never say pal again.â you turned his way, scrunching your nose, âdoesnât work does it?â he shook his head as the three of you chuckled.
âbut seriously, you two are made for each other, iâm happy for you.â as you reached the cabin you couldnât help yourself as you hugged luke by surprise, âthank you. weâll be in soon, we just have a bit to talk about.â luke made his way inside as the two of you turned to walk away but not before hearing him call out, âkeep your hands to yourself percy!â percy rolled his eyes as you smiled.
the two of you sat at the boardwalk again, feet dangling off. youâd been discussing the quest, as well as the fact that it was only undertaken by three.
âso, you, me, anabeth and grover. percy i know school sucks but if you could count those names on your fingers for me please.â percy groaned as you laughed at your own joke, âi know, i know. but i figure four heads are better than three.â your legs swung back and forth as you shrugged your shoulders, âwe could fold grover into a box and take him with us secretly.â percy suggested.
âyeah, maybe.â your voice was quieter than before, eliciting concern from percy, âhey? you okay?â you were fidgeting again, this time with the black bracelet youâd made for him. he met your eyes with a smile as he lifted your head by the chin.
âi promise, iâll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.â and for once you could feel how serious he was, âthank you perce, youâ have been apart of my life since i was little. i donât think thereâs a single person i trust more on this planet than you. iâm sorry, for everything youâve gone through. i swear, weâre going to make it out of this. weâre going to find your mother, weâre going to find the lighting bolt, and everything can return to normal. well, besides the fact that weâre all demigods and all.â the laughter was bittersweet, a moment of peace before you embarked on the quest.
âyouâre beautiful you know that?â he whispered to you, as if he was afraid for others to hear. you grinned at his words, leaning in towards him as he followed, âi know, you make it a point to tell me at least once a day. but you, percy, are as gorgeous as the calm seas.â
you wiggled your finger in his face as he swatted it away, âif i had known my girlfriend was a poet i wouldâve had every word of yours written down.â you felt fuzzy, warm. with percy you felt a million ways, all of them good.
as cheesy as he was you loved him.
âlook at us, exploring a whole new world.â
âdid you just aladdin me?â
âyup, do you think they have a flying carpet here?â
âwhy so zeus can strike it down when heâs angry? i feel like the gods are all little kids throwing temper tantrums.â percy shushed you, âthey might be listening.â he joked as you punched him.
âi hope they are. so they know, weâre coming for them.â
âholy shit that was a badass line.â
âperce?â
âyeah?â
âyouâre ruining it.â
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~ Leaves In A Sky Full Of Stars ~
Eris Vanserra x Rhysandâs Sister!Reader/OC
ââŠâ§âË๨ŕ§ËââŠâ§â âŠâ§âË๨ŕ§ËââŠâ§â âŠâ§âË๨ŕ§ËââŠâ§â âŠâ§âË๨ŕ§ËââŠâ§â
âRemind me again why we are here?â Eris grumbled, signature frown plastered upon his unamused face.
âBecause,â you enunciated, turning you attention to the babbling bundle secured in your Mateâs arms, his innocent eyes drinking up the frosty scenery around him in awe. âJust look at how happy he is!â
As if to further your argument, little Silas appeared squeal in agreement, his tiny legs kicking in glee as the High Lord carefully adjusted his hold on his delighted son- the boyâs excitable wriggling sending his already paranoid heart racing.
He thought he looked ridiculous.
Togged up in Winter attire- even though he could regulate his own temperature, you had insisted he don the furs of the Court you had travelled to as it would be âcourteousâ.
You thought he looked adorable.
His pale cheeks flushed, the rosiness only serving to bring attention to the delicate spattering of freckles across his tall nose- the fluffy material over his ears.
âMy son looks absurd.â
âOur son looks absolutely darling!â
The boy in question too was swaddled, though instead in a mini snowsuit- little tufts of his red curls peeking from the soft fur that lined his puffy hood.
If he was squishable before, he was absolutely coddle worthy now.
His grabby hands were warm as ever, being unable to regulate his powers so young, the familiar heart emanating from his small body was a welcome comfort in Kalliasâ court.
At first you were worried he was overheating, absolutely terrifying Eris one night when you shook him awake, frantic and near tears over the sleeping babe who was content as could be- his fatherâs curls wild with sleep and chubby cheeks flushed in innocent delight.
âEris heâs burning up!â You were hanging off your groggy husbandâs bicep in terror, watching his tired face meld into one of exasperation as you both were comically peering over the babe. âI-I think he has a fever- we must get the Healer-â
âMy Love,â he let out, a tired smile on his wearied face, âit is normal for an Autumn babe. Ask my mother, it was the same for me as was with all of my brothers.â
âBut-â
âDarling, he is fine,â he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple whilst securing his hand around your waist, his other moving to hover over the babyâs rosy cheeks, absorbing some of the heat so his little face became a complexion your heart could handle. âSee?â
You sighed, your thumb coming to skin over the perfect cheek of your infant, not wanting to leave him.
âCanâŚCan we have him in our room?â
Eris sighed, unable to prevent a tender half smile gracing his features.
âI thought we agreed with the Healers that it was best for him to remain in his own chambers, hmmm?â
You huffed, pouting up at your husband with those twinkling violet eyes he had never once had the strength to deny.
âI am High Lady am I not? I can do as a like.â You stuck your nose in the air as Eris chuckled lowly, careful to not disturb the cooing babe who gently stirred in his cot, with an attitude he could only compare to your brotherâs.
âIf it will settle your ridiculous fears, My Star, I will bring him to our chambers.â
âYouâre only saying that because you wish to go to back sleep.â
âWho am I to argue with my High Lady, hmm?â
That seemed like so long ago, the babe in question now able to babble in almost intelligible sentences and hold up the weight of his own head.
âViviane and Kallias are our friends-â
âYour friends. Frankly, I would much rather-â
âHigh Lord. High Lady.â Eris was cut off by a warm voice- starkly opposed to his icy appearance. Kalliasâ strong hand was mirthfully brought to Erisâ, who shook it back with a mirroring fervour despite his earlier words.
You had to fight back a laugh, struggling to ignore the vexation he was hurtling down the bond.
Behave, you spoke into his mind, you should be grateful they invited such a grumpy Firehead as you into their home.
You didnât have to look back at your husband to know he had rolled his eyes, adjusting Silas on his hip as he begrudgingly followed Kallias, an undeniable ghost of smile on his downturned lips as his son began cooing in awe at the glimmering structure they were entering.
âDada!â He grinned, his little dimple pulling Eris from his mood, âbrrrr!â A chubby finger pointed at the glacial carvings as he mimicked the noise you had been teaching him to help learn the seasons.
âYes Silas, very clever. It is indeed cold.â Eris pressed a light kiss to Silasâ head, causing the babe to giggle, the noise a welcome salvation to the High Lord.
âBrrr!Brrr!â
âPrecisely why I wanted to stay in AutumnâŚâ Eris mumbled, agreeing with his son continued to note how freezing the temperature was.
âBrrr!â
At the sweet sound, you smiled back at the pair, pausing your conversation with Kallias to look upon your favourite boys, so alike in appearance it was sometimes scary.
âHe wants you to say it,â you watched as the older maleâs face contorted, perhaps finally understanding why his son kept repeating the noise. âHe likes it when you copy him.â
âBrrr!â The boy said again, his wide eyes hopeful as he stared up at his father who, if anyone, could never deny his son.
âYes SilasâŚBrrrr.â Eris relented, his voice notably dropping in volume as he made the noise, refusing to look you in the eye as you gave the other High Lord a wicked grin.
âYou were not wrong High Lady,â Kallias smiled, âthe High Lord of Autumn truly is powerless when it comes to his family.â
~
After a lengthy stroll around the grounds, you all joined Viviane in the drawing room. She squealed and brought you into a vivacious embrace, words tumbling from her mouth before youâd even had the chance to remove yourself from her iron grip.
âOh I have missed you so! I have so much to tell you-â it was then she let out a soft gasp, spotting Silas squirming in Erisâ arms. âOh my! He has gotten so big!â She cried, moving to swoop him from Erisâ arms who you noticed was especially reluctant to hand him over.
You had noted that he had become increasingly territorial and protective over his son since his birth, at first thinking it was only because there had been a chance he was going to die, but even after Madja had saved him- you both, his worries had only grown.
You knew why.
Even if he never admitted it out loud. That despite everything- all his efforts to undo the suffering his father had caused, he still had many enemies.
Enemies that would love nothing more than to hurt him by taking away the things he loved most.
Silas frowned as he was transferred into the loud womanâs arms, his fatherâs infamous frown plastered ridiculously on his teeny tiny face.
Viviane attempted to make him smile, bouncing him on her hip and giving his little freckled cheek a gentle, cool peck.
âDo not mind him Vi,â you teased, finding your place in Erisâ free arms as he secured you against his chest immediately out of habit. âHe has inherited more than just his looks from his father.â
And your words appeared to have a double meaning when your sonâs grumpiness fell apart just as quickly as Viviane could coax it out of him with extra cuddles- just like The Lady of Autumn had assured you her own son had been a complete softie for at that age.
~
Eris payed little attention to the words Kallias was spewing- a proposed trade agreement that would be advantageous for both sides involved. He was far more focused on the glass of alcohol that was rather difficult to source in Autumn, hoping to be done sooner rather than later so he could spend some time with you and Silas without politics looming over his already troubled mind.
He took a small swig from his goblet, relaxing as the liquid warmed his throat, his slender hand coming to skim against his jaw as he read over the papers he had been presented with.
âYou are lucky Eris,â Kallias spoke with honesty, causing the auburn haired male to look up at him and follow the other maleâs eye-line to the grand window which displayed the winter gardens below where the two females and young boy were playing. âI remember a time where many High Lords- myself included, would have done anything for the Princessâ hand.â
Though a harmless comment, it made Erisâ blood boil. His possessiveness never once dwindling since the bond had first snapped for him all those centuries ago.
âI know.â Was all he replied, a smugness to his tone which complimented his signature smirk which did not fail to falter his façade. âI am a very lucky male indeed.â
âYears ago my wife told me she wished she possessed the kind of love you both do,â his tone was wistful as he watched his own mate with a biting fondness in his eye. âA passionate, suffocating kind of bond. One I was once afraid might melt a heart such as mine.â
âCareful, High Lord,â Erisâ smirk grew, âfrom experience, I must advise you. It is never wise to deny a ladyâs desires.â
Kallias laughed, removing his gaze from Viviane who was making delicate snowflakes and sending them gently whirring against Silasâ button nose which had turned pink from the cold.
âWe are trying for one ourselvesâŚâ Eris interpreted from his tone that it was a difficult subject, Fae pregnancies were rare and testing, even without the stresses of ruling a Court. âWe can only hope they will be as much as a blessing as young Silas.â
It was Erisâ turn to become wistful then, focusing on his own Mate, even from afar catching the charming blush atop her fresh complexion as she twirled about the snow with their son.
Their son.
A phrase he had never thought heâd have the pleasure of saying.
âYou are a steadfast man, Kallias. Your wife brings so much joy to my own I can only begin to imagine what a delight your offspring would bring her.â
Kallias knew that was as close as any compliment he could wrangle from the man, so clasped him on the shoulder with a heartfelt nod as Eris moved beside him, freshly signed papers left on the desk as they both stared at their entire worlds.
Eris knew, in that moment, watching as his son waddled across the pale terrain to his mother, who crouched down with awaiting arms, the expression he loved most written all over her breathtaking face, that there was nothing worth living for, if not them.
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A muted shade of green ⧠Chapter 2: He's not yours to keep
genre: more angst than fluff, but I swear fluff is coming up next!
word count: 5562
pairing: reader x spencer reid
description: you are trying to make sense of all this mess, but it's time to learn that, sometimes, things are just messy and chaotic and you have to learn to look for the silver linings.
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You donât usually dream.Â
Well, actually, if you tell Spencer that, he will say that youâre wrongâ you do dream, you just donât remember it. Itâs common, not really recalling the scenes your brain conjure, Spencer would say; it can be due to a series of factors including high levels of stress and poor sleep. He would then tell you to stay home for a day, read a good book, and drink one of his fancy teas Penelope got for him a long time ago.Â
But the thing is, Spencer canât really tell you any of it.Â
Not when you seem to be avoiding him even inside his own home.Â
It starts after you wake up still in his armchair, feeling exhausted and disgustingly sticky, you finally have a couple of moments to yourself. Spencer is still sleeping, and youâre actually surprised to see him stretched out on the couchâ his tie is throw on his coffee table, the purple colour suddenly too bright in the dim apartment, but otherwise, still wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday. You donât understand why he didnât change into pyjamas, but then again, you donât understand much of anything right now.Â
So you go through the facts.Â
One by one, you list them in your mindâ and little by little it dawns on you just how bad this really is. Itâs hard, conceptualising that this is reality; that you really do have a psychopath targeting you. Itâs the kind of thing that you only saw in those TV shows you loved to binge on late night, the kind of thing you read on the newspaper, happening to other people, but never really you. Except, it is happening to you, and you are not sure what to do next. Do you just sit and wait for her to make a move? Do you continue to live your life normally? How? How are you supposed to ignore the fact that a, as Agent Hotchner had described her, âprolific serial killerâ might know who are?
âOh my god,â You whisper to yourself, head falling in your hands. The watch on your wrist, an old, analogue thing your mom had given you before you left New York, is pointing to a time you would never have been awake before. 5:23 in the morning. The sun is not even up yet and you have hours before you have to open the store, but then again, you have to clean the mess that was left behind due to your rushed departure from it. You wince, disgusted at the thought of having to clean old vomit from the floor, and disgusted with the bitter taste it left behind. Right now, you are a shell of a human being and you need to get yourself back together.Â
You follow a familiar routine of recovery. Itâs something youâve done before and something you will surely have to do again, and it all starts with a simple list.Â
Firstly, you need to get up. You need to stretch your legs, throw them to the side, and stand. You need to walk, remind your self that you can still make your own path even if itâs only to the bathroom down the hall.Â
Then, you need to brush your teeth. The bitter taste stuck to your mouth makes you wince with memories that you want to bury.Â
Showering would be your third step, but this is not your home. This is not your space, and these are not your things.Â
A pettier side of you, one that is bothered and angry and irritated in a superficial level, wants to march back out to the living room, as loudly as you can, and shake Spencer away. You want to wake him up at the crack of dawn and make him share your torment, because in some level, even if you try to push against it, you blame him. Deep inside, you know that there is a big difference between the twoâ between blaming him and it being his fault. One is purposeful, conscious; itâs a decision you take and lay on his head. If you blame him, you commit yourself to hate him. The latter, however, is a fact. Itâs irrefutable and immutable as the fact that you need air to live. It is his fault, but it was not his goal.Â
âHe didnât mean it, but itâs still his fault,â You whisper to yourself, pushing yourself off the sink to try and figure out his shower. It is his house, thatâs a fact. But you also deserve a nice, warm shower, and that is another fact. He pushed you to come stay with him, so you need to also push yourself to feel comfortable in this space that feels so foreign to your senses. âHe didnât mean it, but itâs still his fault.â
The words become your mantra. He didnât mean it, but itâs still his fault. Somewhere in you, you know you have what it takes to forgive, but you just donât have what itâs needed to forget. By repeating those words, you allow your brain to slowly process this situation as what it isâ something that happened because of him, but not by him. As much as you want someone to blame, someone to scream at, Spencer Reid just isnât that person.Â
It takes you a moment to realise you donât really have a towel or any of your products here, and using Spencerâs shampoo just feels⌠odd. Like an invasion of his space almost. âOh thank god for you, Spencer,â You sighed, happy to see the pairing of shampoo and conditioner sitting perfectly on the corner. His hair had been one of the first things you noticed about him, all chestnut and shaggy and longish, but you are aware that not every man knows the basic of self-care. There is something about the way his smell takes over the bathroom, floating with the evaporation of the warm water hitting your skin, makes you smile. You feel closer to Spencer than youâve ever been, and that is when your sense of danger hits. Your heart starts speeding, and your breathing is suddenly really shallow, and youâre trying to come out of the shower, to breathe in cold air, but all you get is humid mist and you canât breathe, you canât breathe at all, you canâtâ
âSpencer!â You gasp, eyes wide in desperation once your legs feel like they might just give out. Scrambling to hold yourself up, your hands knock over some things in the counter, making more noise on top of the running shower. âSPENCER!âÂ
âWhat? What? Whatâ oh my god,â The door slams against the wall and back, almost hitting him on the side when he crouched down next to your naked, curled up body. Itâs quite unnatural for you to witness, him jumping into action so fast, like he is trained to make these decisions in a split second. But then you remember that he actually is trained to make these quick choicesâ like grabbing the towel before anything else, covering you without a single quip about your nakedness; like sitting you up and putting your back against the wall; like turning off the shower and sitting back down right next to you, breathing deeply and loudly. Itâs unconscious, how you let your breathing fall in line with his, and it takes a moment to realise heâs doing this on purpose. âY/N, are you okay?âÂ
âNo,â You whisper, shaking from either the cold or the nerves or both. There are goosebumps all over your legs, the towel not covering you much from the top of your thighs down. âSpencer, Iâm not okay. Iâm⌠Until yesterday, you were just the adorable guy who shared my love for books. Y-Youâd come into the store smiling and weâd talk and talk andâ and now I have a serial killer possibly tracking me. How am I supposed to be okay? Iâm so scared⌠oh god, Iâm so scared, SpencerâŚâ The one thing you are proud, amidst your utter embarrassment, is that you are not crying anymore. You still sound a bit rough, throat tired and hurting, and there is no energy left in you and he can hear that, you know he can, because when your voice echoes in the silent bathroom, kicking from wall to wall, you hear it tooâ the exhaustion and the numbness and the emptiness left behind.Â
âI-Iâm still that guy,â He stutters, head falling down in shame but voice still twinged with something resembling hope. âI love books. I love talking to you about books, I love going to your store first thing in the morning. Iâm still this guy, I just⌠I just happen to work for the FBI.â
âYeah, but I⌠I think that after having my life turned upside down because of a serial killer who has a crush on you, Iâm just not that same girl.â
That is the last time you talk to him that day.
âââââââââââââ
Actually, that was the last time you talked to him that entire week.Â
After he dropped you at the store that day and you were forced to face the embarrassing remnants of your lowest moment in life, moping old vomit from the floor, that feeling of turmoil in your chest died down. It settled. And it hardened.Â
He tried making conversation on the walk back to his, but youâre clearly not up for it, so his voice slowed down, getting lower and lower, until it stopped altogether. This time, you shower before bed and make a beeline to the armchair again, letting Spencerâs begs and pleas for you to sleep on the bed fall in deft ears.
For five days, you two donât talk.Â
Itâs a dance of chaos, how you step around each other at the apartment, and seeing him biting his words back or catching a glimpse of the bags under his eyes makes you feel guilty; of course it does. But you know that you canât help him right now. Even if you were to forgive him, to force your mercy onto the situation, it wouldnât be genuine. It would give him a false sense of relief while youâd forever be uncomfortable next to him, and you donât want that. You donât want to feel on edge next to Spencer, you donât want to feel nauseous and scared when youâre with him. You want to talk about books and coffee and favourite places to order take out from. Instead, all you get to do is talk about her.
It would be a lie to say you donât feel slightly jealous with the way that his mind seems to be so wrapped around Cat Adams. The imposed talking ban is hard on you both, that much you know, but the more Spencer let it happen, the more he let it stretch out and continue, the more you feel like maybe he doesnât care that much. Maybe what is hard for him is the awkward tension trapped in his own apartment, rather than the pain of seeing each other so close yet not being able to laugh like you used to. And you knowâ you know how ridiculous your thought are, how childish youâre acting, but you canât really blame yourself for being so on edge lately, not when your emotions are so zip and zapping through your body like thunder and lightening.Â
There are exceptions, though. In this case three exceptions, three moments in a day in which he brakes the ban, and you, for once, allow yourself some weakness.Â
âGood morning,â Is moment one. He says that every day, when he blinks himself awake on the couch. Ever since youâve been there, a total of six days now, Spencer has slept on the couch, right next to the armchair youâve claimed as your own. For these, you meet his eyes and nod, as if saying same to you.
Breakfast is quiet. He makes coffee and you make eggs, because despite you being there under forced circumstances, you are not going to be ungrateful and so you pay him back by getting groceries and cooking most meals. Which leads you to exception number twoâ the moment when he drops you at the bookstore.
You two walk there at 8 and heâs gone by 8:07, giving you enough time to mumble a âBe safe,â and give him his lunch for the day. He tried telling you that you didnât have to cook for him, but you donât really listen. As pathetic as it seems, this is the one way youâve found to keep what you two had before, alive.Â
The third exception is the one that truly breaks your heart, again and again. Itâs when he gets home, and he looks exhausted, and his hands fidget with the files he holds close to his chest. You are the first thing he looks for, and you almost melt at the way his shoulders visibly relax when he spots youâ always ready for bed, always in the armchair. He stopped trying to come get you at the bookstore at night once youâve agreed to let the officers walk you home. The spare key he added to your keychain should hold a bigger meaning than it does, though it feels like it does hold a bigger weight. A means to an end, you tell yourself every time you unlock his front door. This is just a means to an end. âThank you,â he will then say, before he even moves to the kitchen to see whatever it was on the plate you had made and set in the microwave for him. âAnd good night.â By then, youâre already semi-asleep and you donât really say anything.Â
You never thought you would miss these forbidden exceptions when theyâre gone.Â
You know that travel is a big part of Spencerâs job, but with all that is going on, you never really considered the fact that he might need to leave for a few days. At least not until he calls you, right before you lock the store. The irregularity of it all has you scrambling to pick it up. âSpencer?â You barely whisper, voice cracking in half as little by little, you freeze up. The sensation is like ice running through your veins, burning itâs way to your heart until it makes it stop. âSpencer? Are you okay?â
âIâm okay,â He quickly answers, voice rushed in a way that makes you relax. He always talks fast and you find it incredibly endearing, even during these times apart. âIâm okay, itâs okay. Iâm calling because we got a case.â
âUh, okay?â
âY/N, that means they need us in Ohio. Today.â He seems almost hesitant to tell you he needs to leave the state.Â
And you are as hesitant to accept it. âOh,â You mumble, suddenly needing to making sure the officer assigned to you is still outside and ready to go. âOkay. Do⌠Do you need clothes or something?âÂ
Spencerâs chuckle almost makes it all okay. Almost. âNo, thank you. I justâ I want you to be comfortable, okay? Feel free to sleep in my bed and do anything you want to do, I donât mind! Feel at home! Just⌠be comfortable.âÂ
For a second you nod, forgetting he canât see you right now. âOkay. Thank you.âÂ
âAnd Y/N?â
âYeah?â You started biting your nails when you were twelve and middle school was kicking your ass. To this day, right now, you still bite them when youâre nervous.Â
âItâs good hearing your voice.âÂ
Going home and knowing he wonât be there is not as comforting as you thought it could be. The two of you are not speaking and the constant walking on egg shells does get tiring, so you try to rationalise this as something that is just not that bad. Maybe Spencer going on his mysterious trips is not that bad anymore. Before, your curiosity was your downfallâ you worried he had gotten sick or worse. However, you donât think knowing the truth is much better. The nature of his job is incredibly dangerous, and you donât even know much about it. Now, you still worry, that much hasnât changed. What has changed, though, is that getting sick would be considered lucky. Right now, you worried about the âor worseâ.Â
Your momâs voice fills the empty space for a while. She texted you a couple of days ago and you just now got around to calling. âSweetheart, how do we switch to video again? I want to see your face.â Alarm bells sound off in your mind and you immediately shut down the idea. âSorry mom, I canât right now. Iâll video call you tomorrow, okay? Iâm cooking dinner right now.â Her worry is that of a mother, comforting like a blanket and familiar like a home. It is not, though, the worry you want.Â
For obvious reasons, you donât tell her whatâs going on, much rather preferring to tell her about the mundane things that keep you going. âAnd I sold out of the book!â You say, a short-lived excitement running through you. âItâs quite exciting, momâ since I opened the shop I have never sold out of anything! This is a first!â
âThatâs amazing, sweetie!â She says, and you canât help but wonder how Spencer wouldâve reacted to the news if he was there. Itâs only then that you realise youâre halfway through making him a plate for when he comes home, except he wonât be back until the case is complete and you gulp, too aware of the common noises you hear around you.Â
This is when you realise how much you miss you Spencer. And how much, even if unconsciously, he makes you feel comfortable and safe. You thought it was the apartment, but now, by yourself, laying on the armchair yet again, you feel vulnerable and exposed. Footsteps can be heard from time to time, neighbours getting home or leaving for the night, and every time, without a fault, you hold your breath and wait. Maybe the door will open and she will be there, or maybe it will be another delivery. God, it could be anythingâ a letter, flowers, another box. Knowing that Cat Adams had such easy access to Spencerâs apartment is enough to get you up and running to his room.Â
Green. The walls are green, muted and cozy, and you smile even when your eyes sting with tears. There is a hole in your heart right now and itâs Spencer shaped. âGod,â You groan, rubbing your tears clean so aggressively that it hurts. âWhen did things get so fucked up?âÂ
Thereâs no real answer to that, and you if you think any longer about this, your brain might just implode. For now, all you need is to sleep, but that wonât happen for a while; not with the way your heart speeds up at every crackle coming from his old, metal heather. Still, the chill air of Autumn seeps in through the walls, and you shiver. I want you to be comfortable, Spencer had said before leaving, and you might be crossing some boundaries right now, but you need him close to feel comfortable. You might not be able to get him, but the next best thing you have right now is one of his sweaters, and you have no qualms about opening his wardrobe and grabbing the first thing you find. Ironically enough, itâs an FBI Academy hoodie, though you canât really imagine Spencer and all his formal glory in a hoodie. You put it on, nonetheless, shutting the door with your foot and just as you turn around, your eyes catch sight of something. Something big, and beige, and bone chilling.Â
The box.Â
In the heat of the moment, you simply thought he had throw it away. Hell, it wouldâve made sense to throw it away! What the fuck was that box doing thereâŚ? With a shaky breath, you open the wardrobe door again, hoping, praying, that you were actually hallucinating and that what you saw was nothing but a shoe box or a bag. âGod, please, be a bag, be a bagâŚâ Safe to say, your words are in vain. âFuck, Spencer, what is wrong with you?â
Youâre shaking when you pull the box out of its hiding place, breathing shallow and fast. Reason escapes you as you quickly open it, not worried about how it was or even about putting it back in place; if it was up to you, this box wouldâve been gone a long time ago. Clearly, it had not been up to you. âOh my god, Iâm going to be sick.âÂ
Expectations are a tricky thing to deal with. When it comes to your life, you never expected anything big. You know your limitation better than anyone and the largest youâve dreamt before was the store. You didnât expect an FBI agent. You didnât expect a serial killer. And you certainly didnât expect a box full of sex toys. âWhat theâŚâ You donât want to touch them, not with your bare hands, but it looks like there are tens of toys in there, varying in shapes and sizes and colours. It makes you wonder⌠last he told you, her games are psychological and manipulative. From what you are seeing, though, this is incredibly physical. This is about touch and intimacy and⌠fuck. This is about connection. You donât have to be a profiler to know that, not when you are so secretive about your own toys, hidden in the back of your besides drawer away from unwanted eyes. Itâs a private thing, and only people you trusted, people you let into your life, knew about them.Â
Before you know what youâre doing, you rush to find your phone. Itâs somewhere in the house, and you need to find it, you need to call him. âPick up,â You whisper when you finally find it in the living room, under your favourite blanket on the chair. Even your fingers are shaking, vision a bit blurred from the adrenaline rushing through youâ you feel like youâre in danger, and you donât know what to do. âSpence, pick up, pick up, please pick upââ
âHello?â You almost cry when you hear his raspy voice on the other side. It doesnât make you feel any better to think that you might just have woken him up.
âSpencer,â You whine, embarrass with how needy you sound. The nice officer that brought you home is standing outside the door, and you couldâve gone to himâ couldâve opened the door, asked him to stay inside, talk to him a little. Or you couldâve called Penelope. She had given you her number with promises that more often then not, she stayed behind to work from the BAU office. There is no place safer than my office, she had promised you, but how do you tell her that the problem is not your environment, itâs not where you are or what youâre doing⌠how do you tell her that the problem is you? She might not understand it so you donât even dare try to explain it. You donât dare to give her and the team this part of yourself too and you shut your mouth with a firm hand over your lips.Â
Memories of a life you left behind flash behind your eyes, and you whimper, hugging your knees to your chest while you hear him desperately calling for you. As far as you can, you kick that godforsaken box away from you. âY/N?! Y/N, say something, please! Are you okay? Y/N!â
âIâm here,â You whisper, pushing your hair away from your face. âIâm here.âÂ
âWhatâs going on?âÂ
âSpencer, Iââ A moment of regret and hesitation makes you pause. What can he even do all the way from Ohio? âI want to go home.âÂ
Youâre not his priority.Â
Youâll never be his priority.Â
There is no point to this.
ââŚdid something happen?â This is the Spencer you knowâ voice soft and guardedâ and for a second it feels like you two are getting to know each other all over again. âDid officer Kaper make you uncomfortable? Iâll ask for a change of guard, Iâllââ
âN-No,â You cut him off with a shaky exhale. Your head falls on your free hand, finger tangled with your messy hair, and you tug on it. Sharply, the tingly pain on your scalp grounds you for a second, brings you back to this situation you created. âNo, Spence, no no no, I just want to go home, I need to go home, IââÂ
âY/N, breathe,â He coaches you as gently as he can, voice stable and strong, everything you seem to be lacking. âYouâre going to set yourself off in a panic again if you donât breathe. Youâre safe in my apartment, okay? I know itâs not the same as being home, I know, but youâre safe there!â
âYouâre not here, Spence!âÂ
There is a moment of silence for both of you. âYouâre not here and you didnât throw that fucking box away,â You whisper, keeping the moment something in between just the two of you. Itâs enough that you are falling apart like this in front of Spencer, you donât need officer Kaper bursting in the door to witness this too.
âYou found the box,â He sighs. This is the first time you notice just how tired he sounds.
âI found the box,â You confirm, sniffling in a stubborn attempt to not start crying all over again.Â
âItâs evidence. I canât throw it away, Y/N.â
âWhy is it here?â
âIâve been working on the case on my free time and it just made sense to keep it at homeâŚâÂ
âSpence, I want to go home. I donât feel safe,â You admit, shaking your head. âI donât feel safe here when youâre not here, Spence, I want to go home.âÂ
âI thought you hated me.â
âSpencerâŚâ He has a point, though, and you know it. This is the first time you two speak in days, the first time you experience this type of comfort again, but itâs still not enough. Heâs still not here, next to you, watching over you. Heâs still not with you. âSpencer, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âSilly girl, why are you apologising?â He asks, chuckling on the other side and you can picture himâ you can see him shaking his head, hair falling around his pretty face like a perfect picture frame when his eyes, pure honey with specks of green, search for yours. Yeah⌠you can imagine it to perfection, almost like you are the one with eidetic memory. âThis is all my fault. And Iâm sorry. I never meant to hurt you, Y/N and Iâm trying to protect you, so I need you to stay there, okay? I need you to stay in my apartment, please.âÂ
You donât know what to tell him. Your eyes wander around the room, looking at all the details he left behind without even noticing. There is a copy of Dostoevsky on the bed side table. I hate Russian literature, you remember telling him once. He was in the shop, bringing you coffee, when you caught a glimpse of a book you certainly didnât sell him. And Iâm appalled youâve been buying books somewhere else. The way he laughed then, like his biggest problem in the world was explaining to you that this had been a gift from a friend and that he would never betray your trust like this. What do you hate so much about it?, he had asked, leaning over the counter and into you, eager to debate this topic he loved so much. I hate that itâs all about suffering. Even the moments of realisation and self-improvement, they are all through suffering and misery. And of course he had a retort to that, fingers twitching with his enthusiasm. But itâs contextual, you see! Those were written in time of civil unrest and political chaos, and it makes sense to have characters and plot lines that revolve around suffering when that is all you know from the world around you. To this day, your answer paralyses you. Iâm a believer in silver linings and happy endings. And not because Iâm naive or ignorant, but because the world around me has made me believe that there must be something better out there. Isnât that nicer?
âY/N, please tell me youâll stay there, I need you to stay there.âÂ
His words almost escape you, but you catch them in the very last minute. It gives you a glimpse into a side of him he has yet to show you, and it absolutely shatters your heart in bits. I need you to stay there, he had said. Not you need to stay there, but I need you to stay there. Suddenly, you realise that thisâ all of this, the relocation, the involvement of the FBI, the dropping off and picking upâ is not just for you.Â
âIâll stay here,â Whispering with him like this helps. âIâll stay. Iâm sorry I woke you up.âÂ
âDonât be. Iâm happy you called.âÂ
âIâll let you go back to sleep, but Spence?âÂ
âYeah?â
âBe safe. I need you back here.â
âIâll be home in no time.âÂ
For a second, you trust him. You trust everything will be okay, that you can make everything okay until he gets back, and then youâll pass the responsibility onto him. For a second, you trust him, but you also trust yourself.Â
Everything will be okay.Â
Everything will be okay.Â
Everything will be okay.Â
You fall asleep like this; wearing his hoodie and hugging your phone, nose buried on his pillow in hopes to dream of him. The sun wakes you up, and there are birds chirping at your window. Despite the heaviness you feel in you and dooming headache you know will settle soon, the romantic in you believes that today will be a good day. That today will be an okay day.
âMiss Y/L/N? Itâs officer Kaper.âÂ
The knock doesnât scare you anymore. On days one through three it had you jumping on air, heart about to stop from how fast it was beating. Days four and five were easier, less scary and more anxious, waiting for the punctual 9AM knock. From day six onwards, it was a welcome start to your day, knowing that someone is looking after you.Â
You check the fisheye like Spencer told you to, and then you open the door only when you recognise the face on the other side. âGood morning, Officer,â You smile, nodding at him a bit stiffly. The two of you had been formally introduced by JJ, but it didnât make this any less awkward for you. âWould you like some coffee?âÂ
âSure,â He nods, smiling as he comes inside with his usual stack of mail. Everyday, without fail, someone picks up your mail and brings it to Officer Kaper. âHereâs your mail for the day, maâam.âÂ
âHow was the night shift?â Itâs almost like a scripted conversation, these back and forth questions you throw at each other, and youâre finding that you hate this. You hate the stiff conversations and the self-imposed bans. But this is day two, and in just more two days, Spencer would be home. And you would talk to him, just like you used to before, just like you did over the phone. Nothing will change; youâre not going home any time soon and Cat Adams isnât going to just magically disappear. Itâs time to accept it and learn how to live with it, as hard as that sounds.Â
Sifting through your mail has to be your favourite part of the day. Itâs normal, slightly boring, and a peek into the routine you used to have and love. No one ever sends you letters, so itâs just bills. âWater, electricity, marketing, marketing,â The coffee is brewing in the background and Officer Kaper is telling you about his daughter. Sheâs a tiny girl, just two and very, very shy, but apparently, she loves stories. âI might have a book for her,â You get distracted from the letters for a second, smiling at the kind officer. âIâll bring it to you later tonight!âÂ
When you look back again, itâs the one on top.Â
The envelope is white, like any other letter, and it has no thing in the back but your name and address scribbled in red, a big heart right next to it. âUh, Officer, this is⌠this is weird.â Youâve been instructed to let someone know if you received anything unlabelled or unexpected. This letter is certainly unexpected. âIt has no return address.âÂ
âMay I open it?â He asks and you nod. He opens it with a knife, pulling a small piece of paper inside. âOkay, it seems like a normal letter. There is no signature of any kind.â
âWhat does it say?â Youâre nervous now, walking around Officer Kaper to read over his shoulder. âOh my god.âÂ
âDoes this mean anything to you?âÂ
Nodding, youâre dialling Spencerâs number already. âIt means Iâm fucked.âÂ
On the table, laid a message youâd never forget.
Heâs not yours to keep.Â
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Sharing a bed
The best way to end a friendship?
Lorenzo Berkshire imagine
You invited yourself to sleep in Enzoâs bed, unaware of his feelings for you. The next morning everything becomes clear.
Warning: fluff and a bit of smut
A/N: I thought this was cute. Hope you like it my dear tumblr people. And per usual, feedback is appreciated!
I added part 2: read it here
The party is over and your friends head up to their dorm. When you see Pansy leave together with the guys for a little after party, you get slightly jealous. Why does she still get to hang out with them while I have to be on my own?
You grab Lorenzoâs hand and walk with him in the direction of his dorm. âIâm coming with.â You say with determination and your best friend raises an eyebrow. âPansy gets to come.â You explain and he smiles. âYeah, but Pansy sleeps with Blaise. Where would you sleep?â
Your slightly drunk mind thinks it over. âWith you of course.â Enzo feels his whole body heat up at the idea of being in the same bed as you. âUhm, I-uh I-donât-â Mattheo interrupts Enzoâs stammers. âYeah, Enzo, why donât you let her stay in your bed? Nothing wrong with being cuddled up with a pretty girl. Sheâs your best friend, youâll behave rightâŚâ Thereâs an obvious grin on Mattheoâs face that worries you a bit, but you chose to ignore it. âSo?â You urge as you take a step towards Enzo.
âSure.â He says with a weak voice. Great, most beautiful girl at Hogwarts in my bed, but no touching. Iâm gonna need to put a pillow between us.
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Falling asleep was easy since the after party you guys had, was exhausting to say the least. The next morning you find yourself in Enzoâs bed, wearing one of his shirts and trying to clear up your hazy memory. A vague recollection of Pansy telling you that Enzo had a crazy crush on you fills your head. Followed by a memory of drunk Blaise whispering about how Enzo hated the idea of having to sleep with you and not getting to âsleepâ with you. Blaiseâs unsubtle winking makes you smile as you remember last night's conversation.
âEnz, you up?â You ask when he moves a little. A soft murmur is the only answer you get since heâs still stuck in the world between awake and vast asleep.
You chuckle and roll closer to Enzo, whoâs starting to panic. No, not too close. Too late, youâve already snuggled up to your best friend, embracing his warmth. Maybe she wonât notice. âOh, youâre definitely up, Enzo.â You softly wiggle your thighs against his morning wood. She noticed! Enzoâs face heats up and his eyes fling open to find yours are still shut as youâre innocently snuggled against him.
Lorenzoâs eyes scan the room and heâs relieved to see that all his roommates have already left for breakfast. âJust-um-ignore it.â Enzo finally manages to say before taking a deep breath to relax himself. You try to suppress the cheeky smile tugging on your lips. âItâs hard to ignore Enzo.â You tease as you rub yourself against his hard member and entangle your body with his, leaving no space between you two.
You open your eyes to see a very flustered Lorenzo, who quickly looks away. âDonât play with me.â Enzo breathes out, you smile and nudge your nose against his cheek demanding that he looks at you. Hesitantly his puppy eyes meet yours and you brush lips over his in an effort to make him relax. Your hand moves over his chest while you whisper. âAm I really not allowed to play with-â An unexpected moan leaves Lorenzoâs lips as you palm his hard one, feeling it twitch in his boxers. You canât help but bite your lip as his soft eyes fill with hunger for you.
Your lips are met with a needy kiss as Enzo pushes himself against you, finally giving in to his desire for you, his best friend. âPlay with me, I beg you, play with me like Iâm a toy.â His husky and desperate voice does a number on your brain and body. You slip your hand in his boxers and grab his dick, while you kiss him with a similar hunger.
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i am of the firm belief that neither ghost or gaz cared very much for soap when he first joined the 141
gaz had never met him before, all he knew was the guy was just a little bit of a prick. he was incredibly talented, gaz would give him that, and heâd never been outwardly rude to anyone that gaz had heard of, but oftentimes his confidence bled into something just short of arrogance, soap always seemed to be the one ranting and raving about his achievements when everyone else spoke of their mistakes. in laymanâs terms: he was full of himself in a way that would surely get him killed.
ghost; however, had met him before. theyâd worked together some three times before price recruited soap. ghost knew of his skill, knew that sunny disposition got quieter at night when soap thought he was alone, knew soap would thrive with them; but god, if ghost could shove his thumbs into those all-seeing, all-knowing crystal eyes heâd do so in a heartbeat. he hated the way they seemed to burn straight through the heavy material of his mask, how they could look into his own eyes and hold infinite knowledge of his broken psyche by the time they flick to some other uninteresting member of his former squadron. it was horror, to be understood so wholly.
but then gaz got hurt, four days of medically induced coma hurt, and when he jerked awake at, if the clock on the shitty hospital tv was to be believed, 2 in the morning there was soap. he looked disheveled: hair a tangled mess, dark circles only worsened by the shadows of the mostly unlit room, and covered in scattered butterfly sutures. his head was leaned on his bicep, slumped over the lowered tray connected to gazâs bed.
under his head were the blood and tear stained pages of his open journal, a gorgeous portrait of gaz sketched onto the yellowed sheets with sleep deprived rantings in the margins on how soap could have saved him if heâd just been quicker. gaz slips it out from under him, only feeling a tiny bit like an ass for flipping through the leather bound soul of his comrade, but soap had stolen his favorite shirt so it stood to reason he should take something back. the entire 141 is scribbled on in the pages, buried between bomb schematics and scenic landscapes and soapâs scrawled insecurities. something shifts as he soaks in the words, months of feeling like an outsider and desperate tries to be as good as his teammates.
itâs different, gaz thinks as he flips back to his own face, being in the mind of john mactavish.
but then ghost is walking past priceâs office and soap bursts out, pushing past him with flushed cheeks and hurried apologies, practically sprinting in the direction of his shared room. ghost, loathe to admit it, was worried, afraid that the first real human connection aside from garrick heâd had in years was going to ripped from him before heâd even started putting time into it. he didnât want to lose something good, not again, so he follows him, rushes to catch him before he slams the door in ghostâs face.
soapâs shoving clothes into his duffle when ghost slips inside his room, noticeably holding back tears as he rambles to himself. for a minute ghost is stuck, unused to such blatantly shown emotion, but then he takes a step, sets a gentle hand on soapâs shoulder and asks whatâs going on, heart thudding against his ribcage.
âmy ma..â soap croakes, and heavy sobs break up whatever else he was going to say. he doesnât have to, ghost knows, probably better than anyone else.he does the first thing that comes to mind: he drags soap into his chest, wraps his whole body around him like he can protect soap from the hurt. the sergeant doesnât deserve to feel that hollowness in his chest. soap crashes into him like a wave to the shore, balling his hands into ghostâs hoodie and hiding his face in ghostâs collarbones. ghost had never been one for physical closeness, but there was something different about being in johnnyâs arms.
there was an obvious difference in their demeanor toward him in the weeks to come, but neither really cared about how it happened, just that it did, and now they can seek each otherâs warm, pink tinted gaze when soap makes a fool of himself.
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[7:21 am]
(cw: f!reader, a child, "shit")
Haechan shuffled back into the room tiredly. His hair was a mess, his pajama pants were rolled up to his knee on one side and normal on the other, he was missing a sock, and he could hardly see clearly due to him still stuck in the awake but so close to being asleep state. The baby on his hip, on the other hand, was very much the opposite. His eyes were wide, a happy smile on his face as he caught sight of you on the bed, leaning forward with his arms outstretched for your attention.
Haechan set him on the bed gently and watched his son quickly crawl over the sheets to be in your embrace. "Good morning sunshine! Did you sleep well?" You asked with a soft and tired smile, pushing your son's hair from his eyes.
Despite his lack of speech he smiled widely, pulling his pacifier from his mouth to place a wet kiss on your chin. You laughed brightly and cupped his cheeks, "I love you too sunshine," and then you placed a kiss on his chubby cheek. You kept him in your hold while you turned the tv on to some cartoons at a low volume in case Haechan still wanted to sleep.
He laid there for a while, hoping sleep would soon find him again, but it didn't. He sighed loudly, rolling to face his little family and pulling you into his hold while his eyes focused on the cartoon dogs on the screen. He placed an arm around your shoulder and the other arm on his son's belly, patting it gently. Without looking at his dad, his son quickly pushed the hand away from him and pulled your arm over him.
"What makes you so special?" Haechan whined.
You scoffed with a laugh, "I birthed him, hello!"
"But I'm his dad."
"And I'm his mom, he's just my baby mama's boy," you cooed as you wrapped your arms around your baby and hugged him lovingly.
Haechan knew he was a jealous person. He was jealous when you were both only dating, he hated to see when other people would make you laugh or talk to you for extended periods of time. Not because he was insecure in your relationship, no. He was jealous that your attention wasn't on him. His jealously had thankfully lessened after getting married. Two calm and blissful years of love and enjoying one another, until the baby came along. Haechan would never admit he was jealous of his son, his own flesh and blood, but... he was.
Haechan pouted, "You're both so mean to me! My son and my wife, that's a pair. And me? I'm all alone, ostracized in my own home with the people I love."
You laughed, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, "You know we love you."
His pout stayed on his face, "another."
You smiled placing a series of kisses on his cheek, "better?"
He smiled triumphantly, leaning forward to place a single kiss on your mouth. It was innocent, sweet, and lasted all of 3 seconds before he heard a whine and a small hand hit his cheek.
He pulled away with wide eyes, looking at the scarily identical pout on his son's face. He tested the waters again, placing a chaste kiss on your mouth again only to then see his son turn and climb up until his head was right beside your so he could block his dad.
"I can't even believe this right now, I have to be having a nightmare." Haechan stated, shocked.
He leaned in for another kiss and was stopped with a baby sized shove to his cheek and a whine. He tried to go over his son's head and again another whine and a tiny hand stopped him. You scolded him, "You're antagonizing him, stop." You pulled your son to your chest pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
Haechan maintained eye contact with his son and gasped at the sneaky smile shot his way, "You little shit!"
You shot your arm out and hit his shoulder, "don't use those words around my baby."
Haechan continued to stare at his son, "Sometimes I question if this kid is even mine, but he acts just like me. I guess it's settled."
You scoffed loudly, "I birthed your clone, who is identical to you in every way: possessive, loud, looks, and personality and you questioned if he was yours?"
"You forgot that we're both obsessed with you," Haechan added.
You rolled your eyes, smiling softly when your son's hold on your shirty tightened, "That was the possessive part."
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PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader
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WARNINGS: smut, Wanda has a dick, fluff, cuddle sex, mommy (R), service top!Wanda, begging, breeding, praise, fluff, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, think thatâs all!
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Wanda watched the clock slowly ticking away as she lay in bed beside your sleeping body. It wasnât often that she couldnât sleep, she was usually the first to fall into a slumber. But tonight was different.
You had been teasing her all day, walking around in loose clothing that allowed her to see everything. When you went to the store together for a few groceries, she would stare down the wandering eyes until they were too scared to be in her presence.
You had complained about your bra since you put it on. And instead of grabbing a new pair, you decided to just go without. It wasnât like you did it on purpose, but itâs not like you missed the bulge growing in your girlfriend's pants either.
She was too scared to say anything, to ask you for what she wanted. She always had been. She would leave it up to you to make the first move because she was âtoo shyâ as she put it. But you wanted to break those boundaries and have her desperate enough to fall to her knees in front of you.
âY/N? You awake?â When she received no response, she huffed. Her lips formed into a pout while she continued to toss and turn. Your back was facing her and, similar to earlier, you chose to wear practically nothing.
All you had on was a long, short-sleeve shirt you had taken from Wanda. It was too big for her too, so you hoped she didnât notice when you took it, but she always did.
Her arms loosely and softly swung around your waist, she was careful enough not to wake you. She then pressed her front against your backside in hopes to find comfort, but it only caused more discomfort in her crotch. She stuck her head in between your shoulder and neck, the smell of your shampoo filling her senses.
She subconsciously rutted her hips into you, feeling the curve of your ass press against her straining cock. She dragged her free arm down to her boxers and cupped her length, shuddering as she imagined it was your own hand. Or better yet, your warm walls wrapped around her.
She knew you would be tight, you always were. And the more she thought about it the harder it became to resist touching you. She finally gave in, letting her hand find its way to your clit as she rubbed small circles.
She promised herself it would just be a quick touch, but that quick touch ended up with her grinding into you as she fingered your tight hole. You were coming in and out of your sleep as you felt a fiery sensation down below.
âMm, Wanda? Baby, what are you- oh,â You mumbled when a second finger prodded at your entrance.
âIâm sorry, mommy, but Iâm so hard. âM sorry, I-I promise Iâll make you feel good, please?â You couldnât respond as the only noises that escaped were quiet moans.
âFuck, thatâs it, stretch mommy out, baby.â You were guiding your body on her fingers when she curled them, hitting that spot deep inside of you that had you screaming.
âS-shit, right there! Oh, God, keep going, youâre gonna make me cum.â You were fully awake by now as Wanda continued to whine behind you. You shushed her as you chased your high, your jaw slacking as she increased her speed.
âAm I doing a good job, mommy?â She quietly asked, fear evident in her tone. You nodded quickly while the coil in your stomach tightened more and more until you were about to tip over the edge.
There was no warning when Wanda felt her fingers being soaked with your juices. Due to you not facing her, you werenât able to see the giddy smile she had planted on her face. Knowing that she was the cause of your orgasm always caused a great sense of pride to overcome her, it made her feel complete, like she succeeded.
âYou did so well, Wanda, such a good girl you are.â She blushed at the praise, hesitantly grabbing your hand and guiding it to her crotch.
âPlease, youâve been teasing me all day. I tried fixing it myself but it wasnât the same, please, I need you.â She rubbed herself against your palm in hopes to create relief, but it only caused her cock to drool more of her pre-cum.
âAww, why didnât you tell me, love? You know Iâd gladly help you if you just asked.â You maneuvered so you were able to see your girlfriend, and you couldnât stop the smile that arose when picking up on her flushed-out face. She was nearly panting when you slowly slid down her boxers, letting her length be set free and slap against her stomach.
âOh my, I wish you wouldâve told me how bad it was, I hate to see my baby suffer like this.â You pouted, running your thumb across her cheek soothingly. In all honesty, you did know how bad it had gotten, you felt it before you fell asleep. But it was all a trick to force her to speak for what she wanted instead of cowering down and letting herself be stuck in pain.
âIâm sorry..â She whispered under her breath, but you still caught it.
âDonât be sorry, sweetheart, mommy just wants you to speak up, okay?â You ran her tip across your folds, stopping at your entrance.
âNow, can you tell me what you want, sweet girl?â She led you to turn around, your eyes now facing the wall as you were restricted from seeing her great beauty. Even if you wanted her to speak her mind about what she hoped for, you were just as happy with her unworded demands.
âCan I?â She asked with uncertainty, and before you could come up with a response, you felt her dipping inside of you, grasping onto your warmth as if it were to leave her.
âI- fuck, you feel so good, could be in you forever.â She mumbled, apologizing whenever you winced from her size. She was trying her best to ease into you, to not let you feel the burning pain in your core. But it was impeccably difficult when she had been thriving off of the thought of you all day. All she wanted was to feel you, and even with your close proximity, it still wasnât enough for her.
âBaby, you- you canât get any closer than this.â You chuckled, only to be interrupted by a moan from deep in your chest.
âI know, y-you just feel so good, mommy. Can I move yet?â She asked, following off with a small plead in her alluring yet soft tone. You nodded, digging your nails into the arm that displayed itself over your chest, forcing themselves not to touch you. You knew she was too afraid to ask, so you instead brought her hand to your breast where it had been begging to rest. You felt her hips involuntarily speed up, looking down to notice a visible bulge resting upon your womb.
âYou see that, Wands? You see how well you please your mommy, hm?â She bit her lip and smiled mischievously, reviling in your gasp when she tweaked your sore nipples.
You could tell the more she displayed her sloppy movements that she was close, she had been since you watched her cock leak for you. But you also knew she wouldnât allow herself to release if you hadnât. She wanted you to cum on her cock, feeling you on her fingers wasnât enough. She needed more.
âPlease tell me youâre close, I-I need to feel you. I need to feel you clench around me when you cum. PleaseâŚplease tell me Iâm doing good.â She begged, and if it wasnât for the intimate position you shared, she wouldâve been embarrassed for herself. Itâs not that she didnât want it, but she didnât know how to express what exactly she was wanting from you.
âYeah? You like knowing youâre my good girl?â She tightened her grip around you, nearly sending herself over the edge when she felt you clench around her.
âThere we go, youâre doing so well. Mommyâs so happy to have such a good girl, baby.â She smiled to herself and let her lips suck on the skin of your neck.
âListen, darling, listen to how wet I am for you.â You could both hear the sloshing of your juices as she thrusted in and out of your hole. She thrived off of the knowledge that you needed her just as much as she did you.
You could feel your approaching orgasm caving in on you, it was impossible to ignore. Wanda was too busy soaking in your pleasure to focus on herself, she didnât even notice she had finished until you mentioned it.
âFill me up, Wands, mhm, good girl, good fucking girl you are.â Her movements stilled, causing you to be left high and dry until you reached down to toy with your clit.
âIâm sorry, m-mommyâŚplease donât be mad at me.â She breathed out, disappointment lingering inside of her when she realized she had failed. She continued to toy with your breasts in hopes it would bring some sort of pleasure, her hips instantly following her movements from before.
âWanda, Wanda, Wanda!â You yelled, making a mental note to find an excuse to tell the neighbors when they asked who was making so much noise and why, you already had too many complaints piling up.
She watched with hooded eyes as you soaked her cock, your liquids mixing as her orgasm painted your walls white. You felt waves crashing down on you as you panted heavily, your eyes finally being able to open as you calmed yourself.
âWanda? Wanda, y-you need to pull out.â You told her after moments of feeling her stilled inside of you. Her whines in protest were enough to convince you to let her win just this once, fulfilling her dreams of keeping you full of her all night.
âJust this night? I promise I will in the morning, youâre just so warm.â You chuckled dryly and eventually nodded along, it only took a few more minutes before she was passed out behind you. Now she was the one sleeping, and you were left with her cock remaining deep inside of you, with every small gesture causing you to lowly moan.
You didnât know how you were supposed to sleep like this, cum coating your thighs and slowly leaking from your hole, but youâd find a way.
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bite me (part 3)- matt sturniolo
part 1, part 2, part 3
summary: matt hates your guts but all of that changes when he finds out your his mate.
contains: vampire!matt x reader, highschool au! (18 years old), smut (not in this part)
a/n: a short chapter but the next ones a biggie. love yall and thank you so much for the support
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when i wake up, iâm strapped to a bed frame. i struggle against the restraints but all that comes out of it is another dizzy spell.
âhey, your awakeâ i whip my head around to see two blue eyes staring back at me. fear shoots into my chest again, as i stare at mattâs brother, chris, in front of me. if matts not human, then i bet heâs not either.
âget away from meâ my voice shakes and i gear my legs up to be ready to kick if necessary. âi know matt scared you pretty bad yesterday, but i promise, no ones going to hurt you here.â he comes and sits on the side of the bed, placing his hand on my knee gently
chris and i have only ever had one class together and it was in our sophomore year, but i always thought highly of him. he was nice and funny, unlike his brother. i may have even had a crush on him, if i had allowed myself to. the version of him i knew before, overides my fear of what he is and as he strokes my knee some of my fear goes away. but then all of a sudden, anger spikes within me that somehow doesnât feel like my own. chrisâ hand that was once comforting felt like a hot clothing iron on my skin. i wince and chris takes his hand off me immediately. instead, he looks towards the doorway apprehensively.
in the doorway, is none other than the matt sturniolo, and he looks furious.
fear and another feeling i canât put my finger on fills me at the sight of him. i take a deep breath to try and calm myself down. at least he looks like heâs back to normal, no more red eyes and black veins.
âhey, she was freaking out, i was only trying to help. itâs not like that, i swear.â chris puts his arms up defending himself and trying to ease matts anger.
âwhatever, get outâ he snarls and i wince at the sound. chris scrambles out the room and matt marches up to me, sitting in the exact spot chris was moments before. unlike chrisâ gentle touch, matt grabs my thigh roughly and possesively. even though the move was aggressive, when i feel his touch my body relaxes and my thighs clench together, hard. why is this turning me on and why did i stop panicking all of a sudden? his presence and touch should do nothing but scare me after everything heâs done. after everything iâve seen.
âthere you goâ he coos darkly. âjust relax, i have a lot of shit to tell you.â he says staring into my eyes intensely. the stare sends a heat surging through my body and i feel myself starting to get wet. if i could punch myself in the face i would. âget to it, make it quick.â i snip.
âhave it your way then, i was gonna take it slow but i guess not.â he shrugs. âiâm a vampire and your my mate. thats why i went ape shit yesterday. thanks for listening to my ted talk.â he deadpans and cocks his head to the side.
even though it sounded like it was a joke, we both knew it wasnât. my mind didnât want to believe it, but my body knew it was true. matt is a vampire, and i am his mate.
âhow? how am i your mate? whatever the fuck that is!â my voice raises in anger. did he pick me? maybe, to just to fuck around with me and tie me into all his weird vampire shit. did he really hate me that much?
âwhat, you think i know?!â he matches my angry tone before taking a breath, bringing his other hand up to rub his temple. âtrust me, i have no idea sweetheart. if it were my choice, iâd have anyone but you. but for now, your stuck with meâ he rolls his eyes. âand vice versaâ he mutters.
his hand is still gripping my thigh and not a fiber of my being wants him to move it, even with all the arguing. and judging by the way heâs looking at me now, it looks like heâs stopping himself from doing more. i feel myself getting annoyed with myself for wanting him to do whatever he pleased and more.
âstop getting annoyedâ he snaps. âits just the mating bond making us react to each other this way. nothing you can do about itâ matt breathes in deeply and a shudder racks through him.
âwhat was that?â i ask weirded out by the almost animalistic behavior. âyou just smell really good to me right now. i couldnât help myselfâ he breathes out, eyes darkening slightly.
this man could really eat me alive if he wanted too. i shiver at the thought, but then my mind reels again. how did he know i was annoyed??.
âhow did you know? that i was annoyed, i meanâ you say bewildered by what being mated might entail. ânow that youâre mine, i can feel your emotions almost like their my own. you can do it too, but humans arenât as good at pin pointing it as we are.â he smirks like being a whole monster is something to be proud of and being human is childs play.
that would explain the random surge of anger earlier with chris. another wave of annoyance courses through me. heâs sooo possessive already. his words from yesterday rings through my head.
âbecause youâre mine.â
matts voice breaks through my silence. âbut donât worry this is all temporaryâ he smiles to himself. âi know a girl, and im pretty sure she can get rid of thisâ he gestures between the both of us. i canât help the smile that rips through me at the good news.
âthen what are we waiting forâ i say impatiently.
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âĽđđ§EARLY MORNINGS
ęĽđđ§ (SYNOPSIS): You wake up to find Hongjoong in your studio. What started with you helping Hongjoong, turns into an unexpected confession from the idol himself.
ęĽđđ§ (PAIRING) idol!Hongjoong x afab!producer!Reader
ęĽđđ§ (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): friends/co-workers to lovers. idiots in love.
ęĽđđ§ (WARNINGS) smut. pwp. use of pet names (princess, love, etc). choking. oral (f!recieveing). orgasm denial. soft joongie. joongie is whipped. lmk if I am missing something. MDNI.
ęĽđđ§ (WORD COUNT) 3.3k
ęĽđđ§ (NOTES) Happy Hongjoong Day everyone!! I wanted to write something sappy, but I'll just keep it to myself, mostly bc I really don't have the words to express my admiration and love for this precious little human. So, if you enjoy this, please do consider reblogging or leaving feedback! shoutout to @joong-of-gold for beta reading this! TYSM
You awaken to the distant, muffled rumble of thunder, a gentle intrusion on the stillness of your soundproof studio. The first glimmer of awareness reveals the early morning hour, for light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow throughout the room, but the sun is nowhere to be seen. You can also tell that it rained a few minutes back because you can see the wet streaks on the window and the fog that lingers outside.Â
In the haze between wakefulness and sleep, you realise that you are covered with a jacket that is definitely not yours. Inhaling deeply, you catch the scent of familiar cologne that clings to the soft material. Your gaze shifts, and sure enough, you spot him seated on your chair, bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of the computer screens. Hongjoong looks beautiful in the soft light of your studio, akin to an angel, as he works on something youâre unable to discern from the couch. You blink away the remnants of sleep, confused as to why Hongjoong is using your studio when he has his own a couple of doors away.
âHongjoong?â Your voice is a mere whisper in the silence of the studio as you sit up, absentmindedly watching the way his jacket falls and pools onto your lap.
âOh, Y/N, youâre awake?â Hongjoong leans back into the chair, his fingers running through his recently dyed hair, which appears somewhat tousled as if he'd been frustratedly tugging at the strands. His hair is a dirty blonde and way shorter than it was when you saw him yesterday morning, a few inches away from being a buzz cut, but it suits him well. But then, you suppose he looks good in all hairstyles. After all, youâre yet to see him in one heâs unable to pull off.
Your curiosity is piqued, and you tilt your head as you regard Hongjoong, noting the fatigue etched across his features. A quick glance at the wall clock tells you that itâs just past five in the morning, prompting you to wonder how long he has been in the building. Given that the last time you checked, the time was before 4 a.m., it dawns on you that he must have entered your studio sometime within the past hour. The realisation that he didn't return to the dorms last night tugs at your heart, and a sigh escapes at the thought as worry for him grips your heart.
âSorry for barging in unannounced,â Hongjoong begins, his voice carrying slight remorse. âI was working on something, but then I got stuck. I thought being here would provide some inspiration... But..." He trails off, shoulders lifting in a half-hearted shrug. As he begins to rise up from your chair, you quickly shake your head to signal him to remain seated.
"Just," you reply with a sigh, pushing yourself off the couch and stretching, wincing at the satisfying crack of your joints. "Lemme freshen up and get some caffeine into my system. Would you like some?"
Hongjoong politely declines with a shake of his head, already returning his attention to the screens. âItâs fine. I had a cup about twenty minutes ago.â
âMmhkay,â you mumble as you exit the studio to wash up. Upon your return, you feel notably more alert, though you're confident that a cup of strong coffee will definitely help you more. You search the closet for the coffee grounds, tiptoeing to reach the packet.
âYou know, you lookâŚâ Hongjoongâs voice trails off, his gaze sweeping over your figure as though he's searching for a gentler way to phrase his thoughts. You've barely managed an hour of sleep in the past 48 hours, and youâre sure exhaustion has taken its toll.
âLike a mess?â You interject with a wry chuckle, playfully finishing his sentence while switching on the coffee machine.
âNah, you're too pretty for that,â he smirks, causing you to roll your eyes in response, even though his words send a delightful pang through your heart. âBut you look like you havenât been getting much sleep, which is surprising since you were in dreamland when I arrived.â
âThat's because I havenât,â you admit, watching the coffee streaming into the cup you've placed beneath the machine. You hum happily when the smell of coffee permeates the room, making you relax further. âIf you don't count the one-hour nap I managed after finishing that video call.â
"Video call?" Hongjoong echoes, his voice tinged with curiosity.
âYeah, there's this American band that's eager to collaborate on a track with me, so we were hashing out the details until the wee hours, around four a.m.,â you explain, picking up the cup of coffee and turning to look at Hongjoong, who now appears to be deeply engrossed in the contents on the computer screen. âYou sure you don't want some coffee, Joong-ah?â
"Mhmm, Iâm good," he responds, brows furrowed as his attention is momentarily diverted by your offer.
You nod, even though he canât see it and take a sip from the cup, savouring the rejuvenating warmth. It breathes life back into your tired form, revitalising you in a matter of moments. Crossing the studio, you lean against the wall, observing as Hongjoong plays with the sounds.Â
You both share a quiet moment, with Hongjoong immersed in his work and you taking intermittent sips of your coffee. In the silence of the studio, your thoughts drift back to the day Eden introduced the two of you. Despite being Hongjoong's age, you had already earned a degree in music production and established a modest reputation in both the Korean and Western music scenes. Eden had recognised your talent and had been quick to scout you, asking if you'd like to work for KQ. It was an appealing proposition, one that offered you the flexibility to pursue personal projects without forfeiting your earnings from outside ventures. So you had agreed without any hesitation.
Not long after, the older man introduced you to Hongjoong. You had already heard of him, the sole trainee at KQ for several months, eager to delve into the realm of music production. So, Eden entrusted you with the task of guiding Hongjoongâs musical journey since you had a professional degree. Although you were initially hesitant, circumstances conspired, and over time, a strong friendship blossomed between the two of you.
âSo,â you begin, finally setting down your half-empty cup of coffee on the cabinet on noticing Hongjoongâs visible frustration. âWhat's got you all worked up?â
âI want to remix a track for the new album,â he replies, gesturing toward the computer screen in a state of vexation. âI had this vision when Eden hyung told me about it, but nothing seems to click.â
âCan I see what youâve done so far?â You inquire, moving closer to lean over his shoulder, regarding the screen with pursed lips. You hold out your hand, requesting for the headphones. When Hongjoong doesn't immediately pass them to you, you turn to face him, only to find him peering at you through half-lidded eyes, his expression inscrutable. In a sudden, surprising move, he pulls you onto his lap, eliciting an involuntary squeak from you and a hearty laugh from the mischievous idol.
âSorry, love,â he says, though there is a distinct lack of remorse in his tone. âIt'll be easier for both of us this way.â
He removes the headphones from around his neck and allows you to wear them before pressing play. As the music fills your ears, youâre acutely aware of Hongjoongâs arms encircling your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder. Despite the delightful distraction, you focus your attention on the remixes he's crafted thus far. It becomes evident why he's been wrestling with frustration; each track seems to lack the spark thatâs needed for them to stand out.
âDid you have any other ideas?â you ask, swallowing hard as he nonchalantly shrugs while still entwined with you. His movement causes his chest to press against your back, and you canât help but be flustered. You knew that he had been working out, but actually feeling his defined muscles beneath his shirt is a different sensation.
âNot really,â he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear as he responds.
âHmm,â you hum, doing a run-through of ATEEZâs songs and attempting to conceive something more fitting while nestled against the group's leader. The endeavour turns out to be a more difficult enterprise than you initially anticipated. But you wonât complain; after all, he isnât one to indulge in casual skinship, so you attribute it to sheer exhaustion and his mounting irritation. âI don't know if you've considered this... but there might be something that could work. Remember the beats I shared with you last week?â
âDo you mean this one?â he responds by humming a fragment of the track you had shared with him. With his chin still resting on your shoulder, his lips linger perilously close to your ear. You muster every ounce of restraint not to shiver pleasantly at his honey voice. âI had thought about it initially, but I didnât want to use it without asking you.â
âAllow me to give it a try. Iâm not entirely convinced either,â you assert, clearing your throat as you carefully get off Hongjoongâs lap. Retrieving your coffee mug, you lift it to your lips for a sip to regain your composure. Yet, in the very next moment, Hongjoong deftly snatches the mug from your grasp and takes a sip himself, letting out a light chuckle as your eyes widen in astonishment. You could swear you catch a whisper of âso cuteâ slipping from his lips under his breath, but you canât be entirely certain, as he surely wouldnât utter such words about you. Or would he?
Opting to dive into work, you retrieve the laptop and settle onto the couch, immersing yourself in the process. Lost in the task at hand, youâre completely unaware of Hongjoongâs intense gaze on you. It is only after you have a basic idea ready that you glance up and freeze. Shifting awkwardly in your seat for a brief moment, you bite your lips before patting the vacant space beside you on the couch. Silently, you press play as he takes his place by your side, watching him curiously as he focuses on the music filling the room.
âWow,â Hongjoong breathes when he's done listening to the raw remix youâve created. It's nothing extraordinary, merely an attempt to know if youâre going in the right direction, but the way his eyes sparkle as he looks at you tells you that youâve struck gold. Before you know it, his lips are lightly grazing your cheek in a tender kiss, his proximity allowing his nose to gently brush against your skin.Â
It should alarm you, how quickly youâre melting into his touch, so easily giving into him. This feels inappropriate; you're coworkers first, friends second, and you're uncertain about the ethical implications, considering you both work for the same company. But as he nuzzles into your cheek, all rational thoughts fly out of the window.
âDamn it, Y/N,â you shiver at the rawness in his voice. âYou're so cruel. How am I supposed to contain my feelings for you when every time I convince myself I'm content with just being your friend, you do something like this, and I'm head over heels for you all over again?â
âHongjoong,â Your voice is breathy, and the way you say his name with a gasp almost sounds like a prayer.
He swears, drawing you closer and gazing into your eyes with an intense longing that leaves you wordless, âDon't say my name like that if you donât want me to kiss you senseless.â
âWho's stopping you?â You whisper, fisting the front of his shirt in your hands, desperately searching for something to ground yourself.
Eagerly, he closes the distance, lips meeting yours with an ardour that takes you by surprise. He nips at your bottom lip, and you feel your resolve crumble. You allow him to dip his tongue into your mouth. As he pulls you onto his lap, you straddle him, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders, drawing him closer. Abruptly, Hongjoong breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.
âTell me to stop,â he breathes, closing his eyes when you shake your head. âIf I donât stop now, I wonât be able to hold back.â
âJoong,â you murmur, cradling his face between your hands, your lips finding his jaw. âPlease.â
âAre you sure?â He whispers, his voice tinged with uncertainty. âIâd planned on asking you out on a date first, to be honest.â
You giggle at both the unexpected confession and his endearing hesitance, causing him to pout in response. You understand where heâs coming from; he��s usually steadfast, not easily swayed by desire or impulse, but it appears that his usual unwavering patience is slowly unravelling.
âWe can do that later, Iâm not going anywhere,â you say, a soft smile playing on your lips. âAlthough, if you're not comfortable going further, we can stop.â
Hongjoong shakes his head, his lips finding yours once more in a slow, sensual kiss. âI want you,â he mumbles between each lingering kiss. âI always have.â
His words elicit a whimper from you, and you grind your hips against him, causing the denim of his jeans to rub deliciously against your aching clit. Gasping at the contact, you meet his gaze, finding his lips swollen and rosy from your kiss, his pupils dilated with desire. The next moment, he pulls away from you and eagerly tugs at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You giggle at his eagerness, âGreedy, are we?â
Hongjoong smirks and leans down to press his lips against the top of your chest, murmuring, âOnly for you, my love.â
A quiet moan escapes your lips as your hands find their way into his dishevelled, dirty blonde locks, tugging just hard enough to coax a groan from him. Hongjoong retaliates by sinking his teeth into your neck, biting down gently before withdrawing. When you practically melt into him, he smirks teasingly, âYou like that, princess? Want more?â
You nod, gasping as one of his hands darts to your back, skillfully snapping open your bra. His other hand slips to your throat, exerting gentle pressure, almost experimentally, just enough to encourage a deeper breath.
âMmm. Not like that, doll. Use your words,â Hongjoong pulls away fully, allowing you to see the smouldering desire in his eyes, a sight that sends your head spinning. It takes you a moment to find your voice, long enough for him to caress your cheek with one finger, prompting you to close your eyes. âDonât leave me hanging, Y/N.â
Your eyelids flutter open, and you gaze at him with a sultry intensity. âI want you to touch me.â
A sly grin curves his lips as he leans in, nipping your lower lip provocatively. âSee, now, that wasnât too difficult, was it, princess?â
You let out a whine as his thumbs rub over your breasts, teasingly tracing patterns. He lowers his head to suck on the skin around your nipple, his lips leaving faint marks. Hongjoongâs mouth is warm and wet, and every time his tongue brushes over your sensitive flesh, your body arches up against his in yearning. When his teeth graze over the tender area, you canât help but grind against his pulsing erection, desperately needing friction against your clit. âJoong, please.â
âIâll make you cum, princess. I promise,â he says, offering an innocent smile that contradicts the desire blazing in his eyes.
You're on the verge of delivering a clever retort, but any semblance of wit vanishes when his fingers push your panties aside and plunge into your heat. Your mouth falls agape as his skilled fingertips find the sweet spot deep inside of you, making your toes curl. A primal need stirs within you, and you roll your hips to meet his fingers, and itâs not much later that your legs begin to tremble. Youâre close, so close, but just as you're on the cusp of ecstasy, Hongjoong yanks his fingers back, causing you to let out a desperate sob.
He hushes you softly with a soft kiss, his lips a tender apology, âJust a bit more, princess. Can you hold on for a bit longer for me?â
As Hongjoong gently eases you down on the sofa, you notice that heâs still dressed. You pout, tugging at the edge of his shirt, âJoong⌠off, please?â
âPatience, my dear. I promised Iâll make you cum, didnât I?â He moves off the couch, pulling you closer to him to spread your folds.
âFuckââ You arch off the couch, a sharp gasp escaping your lips the second his lips close around your throbbing clit. One of his hands keeps your legs pressed to the side, not allowing you to close them. For what feels like an eternity, he keeps you pinned, fucking you with his tongue and fingers but never allowing the release you so desperately seek. Youâre a sobbing, sensitive mess by the time he pulls away for what seems like the hundredth time and sweetly wipes away your tears. Itâs not until you hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper that you realise Hongjoong is kneeling on the couch, already undressed and ready.
âYou did so well, princess,â he smiles warmly, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips. âI think you deserve a reward, donât you?â
You nod eagerly, your voice almost desperate as you implore him, âPlease⌠Joong, yes.â
He takes his time as he eases into your folds, knowing that youâre sensitive and youâre grateful for his consideration. Once heâs fully inside of you, he withdraws slowly, repeating the motion with a gentleness that leaves you breathless. Your nails dig into his shoulders, pulling him to you as you yearn to be as close to him as possible.
âY/N, my love.â Hongjoong coaxes your eyes open gently, his eyes filled with concern. âLoosen up, please. I wonât be able to move otherwise.âÂ
Taking a shaky breath, you relax, prompting him to smile. âThatâs my good girl,â he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
He slowly works up a rhythm, and it doesnât take long for you to feel your high approaching. Sensing that youâre close, his warm fingers close around your throat to apply just the right amount of pressure. You clench around him in response, making him moan, deep and loud, as his eyes roll back.
âThatâs it, princess,â he whispers, his hands trailing down to rub at your clit while he thrusts in and out slowly. His eyes draw shut as he revels in the sounds of your moans, your words unclear as you gasp out his name. âWill you cum for me, Y/N? Hm?â
You finally snap, your body feeling like fire as you succumb to pleasure. Hongjoong grabs you to keep you still. âYou feel incredible, princess.,â he gasps, voice laced with desire. âYouâre so good for me.âÂ
All the sensations are too much for him, and he curses, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chases his own release. The room fills with the sounds of both of your moans before Hongjoong collapses on top of you, showering affectionate kisses on your face and neck.
For a brief moment, neither of you utters a word, still caught in the hazy aftermath. Your legs feel like jelly, and youâre still a bit woozy, so you simply watch as Hongjoong eases back. He ties off the condom and drops it into the trash can near the door, dressing quickly. Then, he returns to you with damp tissues that he borrowed from your cupboard. âAre you okay, love? Feeling sore?â He inquires, concern evident in his gentle voice.
âA little, but it was absolutely worth it. I knew you had it in you,â you tease, playfully winking at him, and both of you share a tired yet content chuckle.
âGood,â he responds with a warm smile, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. âDo you need anything?â
âCuddles?â You pout, gazing up at Hongjoong.
âAnything my princess wants, she gets.â
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BuckTommy Whump Week Day 4: Prompts: Getting shot // Chronic pain
Another fic for @bucktommywhumpweek! I'm hoping to finish a few more of these before the week is actually over, lol. Rated: E ... I don't know if this really qualifies as whump (like my last whump week fic đ) but I just can't help making them all sappy atm.
What people didnât know about bullets was that they rarely went through-and-through in a nice neat manner; not through walls, or car doors, or flesh. They bounced around inside you like a rubber ball, inflicting the most damage possible.Â
Buck had seen the aftermath more times than would have liked to.Â
The memory of being called to his first GSW was a visceral one, it had been a domestic dispute and once theyâd loaded the victim into the bus, Hen had rubbed his back as heâd thrown up into some nearby shrubbery. Buck could still feel the acid burn in the back of his throat when he remembered it.Â
Heâd seen cadaver photos in his text books, but those never compared to the real thing. The sheer volume of blood that poured out of people was enough to make him nauseous just thinking about it. The cartoonish version of a bullet hole that heâd carried around in his head for most of his life just hadnât held up.Â
Maybe it had been shortsighted of him, but Buck had never taken the time to consider what might come later; not until Tommy had taken Buckâs hand in his own and laid it over the meat of his shoulder and let Buck feel the little knobs of bullet fragments lodged there, like ball bearings trapped beneath his skin.Â
âDo they bother you?â Buck asked, in wonder.Â
âNot often,â Tommy replied, his hand still blanketing Buckâs as he let him dig his fingers into his shoulder muscle like he would be more than happy to just leave it there forever. âMost of the time I forget they're even there.â
Buck found that hard to believe. He couldnât imagine having a foreign object stuck in his body and not obsessing over it every moment of every day.Â
Tommy was giving him an amused, knowing look.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYouâre going to be thinking about those for a while arenât you?â
Buck huffed, rolling his eyes. It was a little unsettling maybe, sometimes, being understood so through and quickly by another person. He liked it; it made him feel all shivery and warm inside, but more importantly it made him feel daring. Bold.Â
âYeah, maybe I will.â
Tommy took Buckâs hand in his own: his palm big, warm and dry, and slid it down to rest on the muscular curve of his outer thigh. âThereâs some more over here too,â he said, wiggling his eyebrows as Buck gave all the nice warm flesh there a squeeze.
There wasnât a lot of talking after that, but Tommy had been right, Buck had thought about it for a while, his mind stuck on invisible scars and mementoes carried around inside you that no one else could see.Â
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Buck wasnât sure if it was the thunder or the soft orange glow spilling into the mezzanine that woke him. Quiet noises came from the kitchen below, the muted purr of the kettle and the shuffle of Tommyâs socked feet against the tile. Tommy had still been in Buckâs bed when heâd fallen asleep hours ago, tucked up against Tommyâs side as Tommy read by the lamp light.
Buck pulled on his sweatpants and made his way down to the main floor, feeling oddly awake for 4 am. He rarely had a bad nightâs sleep when Tommy was with him, taking up space in Buckâs bed and stealing his covers.Â
Tommy sent him a guilty look when he noticed Buck, like heâd been caught doing something he shouldnât have been, not pulling honey from Buckâs kitchen cabinet. He was wearing one of Buckâs old hoodies and some sleep shorts. The circles under his eyes were dark and deep. âI didnât want to wake you,â he whispered like Buck might be standing there in front of him, still asleep.
âI donât mind,â Buck said and meant it. He wasn't the one with the shift in far too few hours.
Buck leaned back against the edge of the counter crossing his arms as he did, and settled in. He knew whatever was bothering Tommy would work its way out on its own, like a splinter buried beneath skin. He watched quietly as Tommy stirred honey into his tea. Buck was no stranger to sleepless nights and aching bones. Tommy had sat with him through some of the more recent bad nights, endlessly patient.Â
Buck watched him closely, quietly analyzing the tilt of his body and the clench of his jaw as Tommy leaned against the counter opposite him. The cool light from the stove hugged the contours of his face, digging out dark wedges beneath those cheekbones that could cut glass.Â
âWell, aren't you gonna ask?â
Buck shrugged. âI figured I'd just wait you out.â
Tommy sighed, setting his mug to the side. He was smart enough to know when he was on the losing side of a battle. âIt's the scar tissue around the shrapnel I've still got in me. Every so often it begins to pull in uncomfortable ways and makes it impossible to get settled.â
âIs there anything I can do?â
Tommy tilted his head like he was really considering Buck and his words. âHonestly I don't know, I normally just take an Ibuprofen and put on a movie or something and try to just ignore it.â
âWell, I think we can do better than that,â Buck said, and Tomy raised a brow, curiosity peaked.
With hands planted firmly on Tommyâs shoulders, Buck guided him back upstairs to bed and got him splayed out on his belly across the center of the mattress on a towel, sweater-less, with his arms tucked comfortably under his head.Â
âFinally, just where I want you,â Buck teased as he straddled Tommyâs waist, reaching for the massage oil. He could feel Tommyâs laugh vibrate through his ribcage, muffled by the pillow.
Buck admired the span of Tommyâs back as he warmed the oil up between his hands, deciding where to begin. The bullet and shrapnel scars were faint now, Buck knew their locations by memory and feel alone. He started by smoothing his hands up the center of Tommyâs back, following the column of his spine and the thick muscles flanking it, getting Tommy warmed up and used to his touch before applying more pressure.Â
Buck always preferred to talk while he worked, and with Tommy the smooth flow of words came easy. If he let himself, he could probably let his mouth run for hours, and Tommy would listen.Â
âYou know, I wanted to be a masseuse for a while.â
Tommy hummed, his eyes had drifted shut when Buck began to work on the tight knot of tissue just below his shoulder blade, he peeled one open now, offering Buck an amused look over his shoulder. âAnd which hunky guy did you follow that career into?â
âHa ha,â Buck said, poking his fingers playfully into Tommy's side, just to watch him squirm. âActually, it was after working at the ranch, there was this ex bronco rider, who had compressed his spine one too many times, mucking out stalls with me. He told me all about how his girlfriend had taken massage therapy classes to help him with his back because his insurance wouldnât cover the treatment.âÂ
âAh, so it was a hunky girl that time.â
Buck chuckled. He liked how easy it was to talk with Tommy about stuff like this; he wasnât ashamed of himself or his past, but he was wary of how people might perceive him because of it. Heâd wanted so badly for Tommy to think of him as a serious person, to know that Buck was all in. That dating him didnât imply some sort of unspoken riskâand with Tommy it never had.Â
âYou know meâI always liked the idea of helping people, I just didn't know how, yet.âÂ
âMaybe Iâm being selfish, but I think you ended up right where you were supposed to be,â Tommy said, and groaned in pleasure when Buck really started working at the scar tissue webbed deep within his back muscle.
âHowâs that feel?â Buck asked, anticipating Tommy's approval.
âFucking awesome.â
Buck grinned. He knew he was good with his hands, but it was a whole nother thing entirely to be good with his hands for Tommy. Pleased with himself, a heavy satisfaction settled warm in the pit of his stomach. He loved everything about this: having Tommy pliable and relaxed beneath him, working slick skin over with his hands, making Tommy feel good, being able to help in some small way.
Buck shuffled down, straddling Tommyâs leg so he could work his fingers into the outside of Tommyâs thigh where he knew a metal shard the size of his thumbnail lived. That one had been logged in there when an IED had struck the lead vehicle in their convoy, and some of Buckâs satisfaction melted away as he thought about just how many close calls his boyfriendâs body was littered with. He was normally the one getting shit for taking risks, but in truth Tommy was just as guilty as he was.Â
Tommy had gone completely boneless underneath him, his skin pink and a little shiny from having Buckâs oiled up hands all over him. He continued to rub gently circles into his skin even after heâd finished with the final shrapnel wound he knew of, running his nails lightly over the thick swirls of hair on the backs of Tommyâs legs.Â
Tommy shifted his hips against the mattress, spreading his legs a little wider. Buck knew that move, and that satisfaction in his gut twisted and flared back to life. He slid his hands up the backs of Tommyâs thighs as slowly as he could handle.
âAre you hard?â he asked, worming his fingers under the hem of Tommyâs shorts when he reached them.Â
âYeah,â Tommy sighed. âThat felt really good, but, uh, we donât have to do anything, you must be tired andââ
He was starting to sound way too with it for Buckâs liking. Buck dug his thumbs into the soft inner flesh of Tommyâs thighs and let his hips roll in a slow, pointed drag along the back of Tommyâs leg so there was no way he could miss the semi Buck was sporting.
Tommyâs muscles jumped under his hands as he groaned. âOkay, Okay, youâve made your point. Help me out of theseââ
Buck was more than happy to peel Tommyâs shorts down his legs as Tommy lifted his hips obligingly. He had half a mind to just dump a generous amount of the oil on Tommyâs big pale ass and go to town, but he had a feeling that would probably ruin the [slowly winding] mood theyâd built.Â
In a show of what he considered great restraint, Buck slipped a slick hand between Tommyâs thighs, rolling his balls softly in the palm of his hand just to hear the noises he would make. Quiet chuffs and deep groans were muffled by the pillow as Tommy ground his hips in lazy circles against the mattress and back into Buckâs hand, and Buck was starting to think heâd never get over how good it felt to have another man like this: a big body to push and pull and work at until it ultimately unraveled.
Buck stretched up so he could press a kiss to the thick curve of Tommyâs shoulder, not caring one bit about the oil that still clung to his skin. He let his hand drift up and rubbed his slick fingers indulgently over Tommyâs asshole, gratified by the way he moaned and pushed into it.Â
âYou can if you want to,â Tommy said, breathless, and Buck could tell without even looking at his face how gone he was just from having Buckâs hands on him.Â
âI have a better idea,â Buck said, pulling at Tommyâs hip. âHereâroll onto your side for me.â
It didnât take Tommy long to clue in once Buck pressed himself all up along his back and reached for the bottle of oil again, slicking his dick up in the shallow space between their bodies.Â
His body tensed when realization dawned. âYeah. Fuck, yeah. Evanâ âÂ
And it was Tommyâs turn to lose his cool, his voice reedy and feverish, a thin tremor through his body as Buck maneuvered his thigh so he could fit his dick into that hot, tight space between them. He wrapped an arm around the barrel of Tommyâs chest, pinning him tight against his own as Buck took that first long, indulgent roll of his hips.Â
Buck had always enjoyed fucking someoneâs thighsâwhat wasnât there to likeâbut there was something specific about the way Tommy got so worked up over it, even in the early hours of the morning after a sleepless night, even when Buck had just worked his body to jello with his hands, that rocketed the act up into the stratosphere.
Tommy squeezed his thighs around him, Buck could hear the labored cadence of his breathing and the obscene sounds of him fisting his own cock, as Buck fucked the slick give of his thighs. The way the head of his dick kept nudging up against the soft resistance of Tommyâs balls with every stroke was still just different enough to scratch at Buckâs brain in new and interesting ways.
Tommyâs fingers dug into his hair, pulling Buckâs face down so he could slide their mouth together at an awkward angle. The kiss was sloppy, Tommy kept sucking Buckâs tongue into his mouth and then breaking away to moan again and again as he got closer to coming. Buck could feel it all through his body, wound like a coil ready to spring. He wasnât far behind, his plan to keep things slow and simmering had fallen through quickly. He should have known better; with Tommy pressed against him like one big throbbing pulse, overwhelming Buckâs senses with the musky scent of his body, and the sounds he made when he touched himself, and how good it felt to rut against him like this, the desperate slide of skin against skin, there was just no chance he was going to last. Â
Buck buried his face in the hollow of Tommyâs shoulder, just above where that pale constellation of shrapnel lived, and stilled as he came in thick pulses all along Tommyâs taint, that little space between his thighs instantly going wet and frictionless.Â
Tommy made a wounded sound, and Buck held him tight in the cradle of his arms as Tommy hitched his hips into his fist until he came. He was still pressing kisses against Tommyâs damp hairline when Tommy reached up and laced their fingers together, no longer shaking.Â
âWell, Iâm definitely not thinking about the stupid shrapnel anymore.â
âGood,â Buck said, allowing himself to feel smug about it. âMy work here is done.â
âNot so quick hot stuff,â Tommy said, reaching back to pat him on the hip. âI expect your help de-oiling in the shower. I think this mess is a four-handed operation.â
âYes, sir.â Buck peeled himself from where heâd been clinging to Tommy like a limpet.
He took a moment to admire the long, glistening stretch of Tommyâs body, limp and satisfied. Debauched, even.
"What?" Tommy asked, stretching his arms above his head as he rolled onto his back, offering Buck a good view of where his come was actively drying in his happy trail. Buck would have a fun time scrubbing that out.
"Nothing, I'm just happy you're here, with me."
Tommy face went immediately soft and he pressed up on his knees so he could pull Buck into one more lingering kiss before breaking away.
"There's no where I'd rather be."
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Could you make a fic abt perv heeseung ?
THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN; LEE HEESEUNG
pairings. perv!heeseung x fem!reader
wc. 0.7k
warnings. both heeseung and reader are pervets, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, mentions of sex
authors note. i'm gonna slowly start writing longer fic request, i'll just take my time , so i won't stress myself out again <3
i hope you like it <3
heeseung gets caught being gross on the train , but you don't seem to mind , at all.
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"s..shit." heeseung palmed at his hard cock through his jeans , he felt gross , he shouldn't be doing this , he shouldn't be palming his cock to watching the pretty girl asleep across from him.
he was gonna to ignore you , his headphones already on , ready to pretend you weren't there, but you moved in your sleep , your skirt riding up , revealing your plush thighs. that made heeseung's head spin , and next thing he knows he grinding against his hand , eyes glued to your thighs.
he was so caught up in his own world , he hadn't realized that you had been awake the whole time rubbing your thighs together trying not to moan, your panties sticky as you pretended to be sleep. you watched him palm his cock to your thighs, you felt bad for him , he had been at it for like 10 minutes, and he still hadn't came.
you guys finally made eye contact when you decided to just open your eyes , staring directly at him. "shit." he quickly tried to remove his hand , not knowing you were watching him. "i..im sorry." he was embarrassed , but you just eyed his hard cock.
"it's been at it for 10 minutes and you're still hard, poor you. " you pouted.
his eyes went wide. "w..what?" he stuttered , had you been watching him? like you could read his mind , you spoke up, "you've been grinding against your hand , looking at me like a pervert for ten minutes , and you haven't came yet , you must be struggling." he doesn't know if it's because the way you're talk talking to him , or the fact that you've been watching him do it for that long letting him do it , but it turned him on even more.
you stuck your head out to see if anyone was near , closing the small curtain , climbing over to his side, sitting next to him. "let me help you." you raked your nails over his jeans , unbuckling them , his hips lifting some so you could pull them down just enough to pull his cock out, stroking him slowly.
"f..fuck."
he bucked up into your hand , trying not to be loud , it was only a curtain that was blocking you from the outside , but all that flew out the window, when you bent down , spitting on his cock , putting his tip to your mouth, sucking on in.
"f..fuck , you don- oh my god." he moaned as you took him all the way into your mouth , his tip hitting the back on your throat, you gagged around him. "shit- you're just as nasty as i am." he groaned his head thrown against the seat.
his hand came to your hair , making a makeshift ponytail , maneuvering your head up and down , forcing you to take him all the way down your throat. "fu..fuck." he bucked up into your mouth. "that's it -shit- im gonna cum soon."
he roughly fucked up into your face a few times , trying to reach his high. "shit shit shit." he pushed your head down to his your pubic bone, hilting your movements , as he painted your throat with his cum. "fuck- that's it, take it." he road out his high.
he released your hair , letting you come up for air, his cum still in your mouth, wiping the spit and extra cum off your lips. "i hope i wasn't too rough." he reached in his bag for a tissue , but his eyes widened when you swallowed his cum , licking the excess off your fingers. "shit." you laughed at his shocked face.
"you dry humped your hand to a strangers thighs for 10 mintues and then let them suck you off on a train and that's what shocks you." you tool the tissue, wiping your tear stained face. "it's not like you stopped me, you watched you're a pervert too." he said.
"that you're right, what's your name?" you said , even if was a few steps to late. "heeseung." you pulled your phone out your bag. "well heeseung it looks like we're both going to seoul , give me your number , you obviously owe me." you said. "what you thought i'd suck you off and not get anything in return, you can at least take me for coffee." he smirked taking your phone, putting his number in, whispering in your ear.
"how about i take you out for coffee then fuck you in the cafe bathroom."
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Jessie - Dean Winchester (smut)
Another song fic, are we surprised? No, we arenât. We really arenât. Inspired by the song âJessieâ by Joshua Kadison. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: The reader is missing Dean too much, so she tells him all about the places she wants to visit with him â mere dreams Dean is set on turning real.
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, car sex, very fluffy
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (1.6k words)
âHello?â Deanâs raspy voice echoed through the motel room, eyes flickering to the alarm clock placed on the old nightstand, reading 5:01 am. With a sigh leaving him, he plopped back down on the bed, waiting for her to start talking, not yet fully awake just yet.Â
âDean? Hi, uhm, Itâs me.â His heart skipped a beat at the sound of (y/n)âs voice, unable to stop his smile from spreading. With his tongue kissing his teeth he allowed himself to relax even further into the mattress, happy to hear the voice of the woman he had been in love with for years. âDid I wake you? I probably did, huh?â
âItâs alright, sweetheart. Whatâs going on? Nightmares again?â A hum left her, he could hear (y/n) shuffling around, probably trying to get comfortable on her mattress â the mattress he hadnât been laying on for weeks, missing her more than words would ever be able to describe. âTalk to me, whatâs going on in that pretty head of yours.â
âYou know, Iâve been thinking about a trailer by the sea, we could go to Mexico. We'll drink tequila and look for seashells. Doesnât that sound sweet?â Deanâs heart couldnât help but ache at the words rolling off her tongue, a quiet confession he longed for just as much as she did, desperate to grab her and a few boxes filled with clothes, set on moving away from the life Dean was fully stuck in.Â
âThat does sound sweet indeed. You can always sell your dreams to me, you know that, darling.â For a few seconds neither of them spoke up, cherishing the quiet this night offered to them, minds taking them to the places they could only dream of, wondering if theyâd ever be fortunate enough to spend their upcoming years together, somewhere new, somewhere where nobody knew either one of them. âIâll try to drive down next week, we should be done here soon.â
âDonât feel pressured, we both know you and Sammy are the only ones who can save this world.â Deanâs raspy chuckles clawed through him, fingers rubbing his tired eyes. Before either one of them could speak up once again, the door of the motel room was pushed open, exposing a sweaty Sam, returning from his morning run. And with a low âI love you, sweetheartâ Dean ended the call, not sparing the teasing smirk his brother wore any of his attention.Â
âŚâŚ
She woke with a gasp, eyes finding an all too familiar pair of green ones. Deanâs cold hands were settled on her waist, waking her from her nap. With a gasp rumbling through (y/n), she pulled him down, arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist, murmuring his name as if she was trying to convince herself that he was actually there with her.
âI missed you, sweetheart.â Dean murmured his words against her neck, fingers teasing her skin, trying to pull her even closer, not daring to let her go just yet. Oh how he had missed being with her, how he had missed the four walls she called her own, allowing Dean to find his way back to her whenever he could squeeze in a few calmer days.Â
âGod, I missed you too, so much. How are you? Any scratches I should take care of?â One of her hands began to stroke its way down his spine, feeling the muscles flex beneath her touch. Her touch had something awfully familiar to it, and yet Dean still struggled to accept that she was his, his only.Â
âNo, I am okay. Come, I want to take you somewhere.â Dean rose from the bed once again, hand stretched out for her to take. She looked up at him for a few moments, confusion swimming in her pupils till she finally gave in, allowing Dean to pull her in for another tight hug. âYou trust me, right?â
âOf course I do.â Her giggles were swallowed by the kiss Dean pressed to her lips, hands placed on her waist, keeping her close. For a few seconds they allowed themselves to get lost in the kiss, communicating the emotions their bodies have been taken up by for the past days, their every longing, the pain of missing one another too damn much. Â
âLetâs go, I donât want to be late.â
âŚâŚ
Hours later (y/n) found herself sitting in Babyâs comfortable seat, hand placed on Deanâs thigh, eyes focused on the rising sun. For the past hours Dean had driven them closer and closer to this very place, the beach (y/n) had been longing for. It had taken her a while to understand where he was taking her, and yet she still couldnât believe that this was real, that he had actually taken her longings to heart.
âI love you, Dean.â A few tears welled up in her eyes, a sight that left Dean grinning, pulling her in for a slow kiss. She didnât interrupt the sweet gesture, not as she rose from her seat, not as she allowed Dean to pull her into his lap. It didnât take long for the kiss to grow rather heated, tongues meeting, teeth clashing, hands tugging.Â
The fire his mere touch managed to alight inside of her even managed to distract (y/n) from the beautiful sunrise, back turned towards the shore. Her hands found the hemline of his shirt, tugging on the worn out fabric in a desperate attempt to free Dean from the layers of clothing keeping them separated.
âBackseat, I want you to be comfortable.â Deanâs murmurs rumbled through Baby, begging (y/n) to let go for just a few moments, wordlessly crawling back with Dean following moments later. She watched him pull his shirt over his head, exposing the skin she had been longing for, greedily moving her hands up and down his chest. âMy pretty girl, fuck, how I missed you. One day itâll be just us two, I'll love you in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm, white sand, and who knows maybe this time, things will turn out just the way you planned.âÂ
With a smile thrown his way, (y/n) couldnât help but marvel at her boyfriend, the handsome man her heart had always been aching for. Only the hurried movements of Deanâs fingers managed to rip her out of her thoughts, freeing her from her jeans, with her panties soon following. He longed to fully undress her, and yet it wasnât a risk he was willing to take, not when somebody could walk past the car any moment. She was his to admire, his to love, certainly not somebody heâd ever willingly share.
âDean,â she whimpered his name, needing to feel him buried deep inside of her, not caring about any teasing, any foreplay that would keep him away from her any longer. Her body was aching for his touch, folds covered with her arousal, a sight that left his cock twitching â he could cum right there and then, Dean was sure of it. Within a few moments he had freed his cock, hand wrapped around him as he brushed the tip through her folds, lubing himself with her arousal.Â
Their eyes connected as Dean pushed into her, slowly, taking a few moments to adjust to the sensation that left both moaning in unison. For a second neither of them dared to move, relishing in the familiar closeness, the beautiful feeling they were desperate for whenever they were away from one another. Only as (y/n) choked on his name, fingernails clawing at his neck, did Dean dare to move, quickly building a fast pace.Â
âFuck, youâre so fucking tight, feels heavily, fucking heavily.â His praises rumbled through Baby, echoing off the four sides that felt like home to the two of them. (Y/n) couldnât reply, at least not verbally, could only moan and whimper whenever he hit her swollen spot. Deanâs eyes were focused on her pleasure-drunken features, the eyes that had rolled back into her head, the teeth that were drawing blood from her lower lip, a sight so beautiful Dean could only hope heâd eventually take this memory to the grave.Â
Their bodies met over and over again, hands searching one anotherâs closeness, limbs trembling, very well aware of their way too quickly arising highs. Dean was set on fucking her into oblivion, set on making her forget her own name, just for the sweetest high they were oh so close to. Her walls fluttered around him, begging him to finally push her over the edge as one of her hands found her heat, rubbing her pulsing bundle of nerves.
(Y/n) called out his name as she came, head pushed off the seat to find his lips, swallowing the deep groans rumbling through Dean. He fucked her through her high, prolonging her orgasm as he chased his own, only letting go of her seconds before he came. With a deep exhale Dean came on her lower stomach, painting her skin white â a moment she had been dreaming of for nights on end, a moment that felt more intimate than any others.Â
âI love you, so fucking much, Dean Winchester.â With a laugh clawing through Dean, he kissed her one last time before he reached for a tissue, carefully cleaning up. He murmured the loving three words right back at her, eyes finding their way to the red painted ocean and the burning sky.Â
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