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New City, New Life
5k celebration âChoose your own adventureâ story
Minotaur x fem!readerâfingering, exhibitionism, rough sex, marking, light spanking, light throat squeezing
Pt1 Pt2
You were stuck blindly walking around your new office building. Not realizing when you made the decision to look for your Minotaur Boss that you have no idea where his office is. Plus, it didnât help that you could barely stand on your own two feet or that your head was still a big foggy and clouded over with undeniable lust.
The promise of your hot Wolf Hybrid neighbor ringing in your ears. Heâd take you next time. And boy, you couldnât wait for the day. Maybe heâd bring his friends again. The idea of trying out all those different cocks that had cum all over your body only minutes ago has you only growing dizzier. Fuck, who are these people youâve been meeting? No one usually acts like this, do they?
As you walk into an open office area, you grow more and more confused. So many doors. So many places your bossâ office could be. You whirl around to ask for help, but end up tripping over your own feet in the process. A small helpless yelp leaves you as you go tumbling.
But just as quickly as you were about to accept your face and make a total ass of yourself in front of your new coworkers, a pair of strapping arms curl around your plush waist, stopping you from falling. Those same arms pull you in, snapping your hips against theirs. A weak moan falls past your lips and you pathetically melt into the stranger.
You couldnât help it as their delicious scent washes over you. Oh, you could just burrow into it. Itâs then you realize your eyes had closed from the impending fall. They flutter open and immediately look up to greet your savior. You wanted to thank him, but fuck, his sheer beauty just blew you away. You had never seen a more gorgeous Bunny Hybrid in your life and you were briefly distracted in your quest for your boss.
âHey beautiful, no need to throw yourself at me. Couldâve just taken me right here,â the Bunny Hybrid Secretary said smoothly, his lips pulled into a panty-dropping smirk.
âHuh?â
âIâm the Minotaur Bossâ secretary and he prefers it if I do all my work here. He likes to watch,â the Bunny Hybrid purrs. He tugs you around, pinning your back against his desk.
A small squeak leaves you and your mind immediately falls into the dirtiest depths. His words conjuring so many naughty images in your head that youâre positive he didnât mean to allude to. Yet your vision blurs with lust anyway. There must be something in the air of this city, you swear youâre not always like this.
Then the rest of his words begin to register and you try to blink the fog from your mind.
âT-the boss, thatâs it! Do you know where his office is? I need himâ need to see him immediately,â you say desperately, hands flying to the secretaryâs hips. His smirk widens at your touch and he leans more into you.
âOh, so you like it hard and rough, huh? You must be really needy if youâre willing to see him. You only go in there if youâve been really bad⊠or really good. But I can take care of you, baby. Thatâs what Iâm here for.â
âPlease, I really need his help,â you beg shamelessly. His eyes flash with interest and for a moment you think heâs about to ignore your request all together and keep you pressed against him.
But then his bottom lips juts out into a pout and he releases you. Even going so far as to dramatically turn his back to you and cross his arms. Acting as if all his interest is suddenly gone. Though a quick glance down reveals otherwise.
âFine, you donât want me? Then have him! Heâs right over there and heâs inside. Good luck,â he huffs and points just across from where the desk sits.
You glance back once more at the Bunny Hybrid Secretary. The urge to go back and show him just how badly you do want him tugs at your chest. But no, this is your job. This is your place of work and today is supposed to be your first day. Definitely not the time. You didnât think it was anyway.
What you really needed was to find the headhunter who got you hired and finally get to work. In his previous emails he had always mentioned needing to see how well you performed for him. Whatever that meant. But getting in touch with your new boss had to be the best way to find him.
Just as youâre about to knock on his office door you hear a gruff âget in here!â The sound has you jumping in your bones. But your body starts to tingle at the demanding tone of his voice. You brace yourself while opening the door and you know you made the right choice as you walk in. You silently curse under your breath. Why the hell is everyone so damn hot in this city?
Your Minotaur Boss sits behind his desk, his features drawn down into a stern expression. His imposing form appearing almost big as the desk and it has your panties flooding with arousal. His tight suit hugs his raging muscles so deliciously. But what really catches your eye is the silver ring hanging from his snort. A perfect combination of man and beast and it has you weak in the knees.
âHello, sir, Iâmââ
âI know who you are. Youâre the new hire,â Minotaur boss says, slowly standing up in a way that has you ready to get down on your knees.
He walks around his desk, beginning to lightly pace as if surveying his prey. His hot amber eyes searing into yours.
âOnly your first day and already causing such a disruption in my office.â
âIâm sorry, itâs just been such a hectic morning,â you try and excuse, not recognizing the shakiness or huskiness of your own voice. But Minotaur Boss sure does. He turns to face you, growing impossibly taller as he closes in.
The furious heat, the need, rises up within you once again and a whimper slips past your lips. The tension within the office is stifling and you swear youâre about ten seconds from either jumping his bones or dashing out the door. Given youâre sure you canât do either, you opt for glancing down at your feet. But Minotaur Boss hooks a hoofed finger under your chin and forces you to meet his gaze.
âAnd you donât think weâve all had the same morning you did? Yet we come here and appear professional and put together.â
While you donât think everyone in the office has had quite the same morning as you, you get his point. Kind of. You try and pay attention to what heâs saying but all you can focus on is the fact that his face is so close that his small huffs of breath fan your face. His lips so very close to your own. You start to revise the idea of jumping his bones.
âYes, sir,â you reply slowly, your speech a bit slurred as you feel drunk off his vicinity. His sheer dominating presence washing over you and begging you to submit.
Minotaur Boss smirks as if he knows exactly what heâs doing to you. Itâs like heâs almost doing it on purpose. But no, that canât be. He couldnât want you as much as you find yourself desperately wanting him. You two just met. That would be too soon for anyone else.
âNow I think you need to learn your lesson about what happens to naughty little whores like you when they act up here,â Minotaur Boss snaps, his rough voice tickling your senses and turning you on more than imaginable.
Your eyes widen at him but before you can even respond heâs flipping you around and pressing you into the glass wall of his office. You gasp as youâre immediately met with a view of the entire office. You can see them as much as they can see you right now.
Minotaur Boss yanks down your clothes, exposing your wet pussy to the cold air. You shiver against the glass. White hot shame bubbles up in your belly as you look out into the office. Some of the workers watch on, others give passing glances, and even Bunny Hybrid Secretary mouths âI told you so.â But none of them look surprised. Like this is a normal occurrence for them. For some reason that only has your thighs growing more slick with arousal.
You jump as your bossâ thick hoofed fingers glide through your pussy, spreading you wide and catching every little bit of slick thatâs gathered. He chuckles darkly and removes fingers, only to moan a second later. The clear sounds of slurping reach your ears and you know heâs tasting you on his fingers. You wanna see that so badly yet youâre frozen against the glass, not wanting to move without his permission.
He hums happily at your obedience and his fingers quickly return to your soaked cunt, rubbing your clit in tight circles. You feel his frame hover over yours and you immediately melt into his embrace. His free hand holds your hip, giving you silent permission to use his strength and get absolutely weak for him. As you sink against him his fingers sink right into your tight heat. A long mewl leaves you at the stretch from his fingers alone. He doesnât hesitate to start pumping his fingers inside you, curling them at just the right moment to get your hips jerking and meeting his thrusts. A soft rumble moves through your bosses chest.
âI can tell your pussyâs been used well here, so willing to let me in. This cityâs been treating you good, hunny.â
You moan weakly, eyes squeezing shut. The way he so bluntly calls you out has you clenching around his fingers. He growls under his breath and picks up his pace, hand snapping into your sopping cunt with brute force. Fingers curling and scissoring you open wide for him. You cry out, body writhing against him. How this man knows your every weak point is beyond you. He hits every sweet spot along your gummy walls he can find and your orgasm builds quickly.
Looking out into the office again you see more people stopping their work to watch you. You canât help but hide away into the warm chest of your Minotaur Boss. A carful of people was one thing but an entire office felt a bit more daunting. But the way your boss didnât even seem to care turned you on more than you realized. You quickly find yourself on the edge. Feeling your pussy spasm against his fingers, your boss quickly slips his fingers out.
Before you can let out a single complaint, your boss is stuffing his slick covered fingers deep in your open mouth, silencing you. You let out a noise of surprise but listen to him and focus on cleaning his fingers of you instead of talking. His hand on your hip leaves and you hear the soft clanging of a belt unbuckle. Sparks shoot down your spine and straight to your throbbing core.
When Minotaur Boss pushes his thick cock head through your wet folds youâre already pushing back. A playful shriek leaves you as his tip nudges at your entrance. Your bossâ hands both move to rest on your hips and he teases you, pushing his tip in little by little. You instinctively clench around him, trying to suck him in. He clicks his tongue at you
âWhat a naughty pussy you got here, hun. Think Iâm gonna have to teach it some fucking manners,â he says and slams his entire length inside of you in one solid stroke.
Your back arches unnaturally, jaw dropping in a silent scream. But you donât even get a second to process the sensations coursing through you as his hips snap back, starting at a brutal pace. Your hands shoot out to brace yourself against the glass but your boss instantly snatches your hands and holds them behind your back. He smushes you against the glass, your body wetly smacking against it with each brush.
âOooohâ nnghâ god! Oh god! Fuck,â you wail, eyes rolling back into your head as he sends your body buzzing.
Minotaur Boss laughs wickedly and you moan again, loving how he uses you. Ready to open your mouth and release more obscenities, your boss shuts that down with a firm smack on your ass and you merely help in response. He smacks your ass again.
âLouder! I wanna fucking hear you, hunny! Gotta welcome everyone in the building with your sweet sweet moans,â he growls, picking up pace, his cock slamming inside you.
Every deep snap of his hips nudges against your cervix and has your eyes crossing. You weakly try and move back against his thrusts but he keeps you pinned against the glass wall of his office. Forcing you to show off every inch of what heâs doing to you to the whole room. And you donât dare wait a moment before listening to his demands. Your moans echoing off the walls and grating against your ears till youâre sure the whole building can hear you. Every smack of his hand on your ass has you growing even louder.
âH-how can this be so bad but so good? The boss fucking a subordinate. The entire office watching and touching themselves. How does no one get in trouble?â You shout in ecstasy, your eyes flickering to your coworkers whoâve started touching themselves. Some even moving to fuck each other too. Your boss nuzzles into your neck, lapping up your sweat.
âOne of the benefits of living in a free use city, baby,â your boss says with another taunting laugh that has your toes curling. But you have no clue what heâs talking about. Itâs hard to focus with his cock hammering itself inside your sopping cunt.
âA what?â
âFree use city. Means I can take you whenever and wherever I want. And you can do the same to me or anyone,â Minotaur Boss growls his weak explanation. But itâs hard for him too with your pussy clenching and fluttering around his girth.
Even with the brief explanation your mind spins. Not understanding what the hell is going on. You moved into a free use city? How was that not on any of the brochures the headhunter had given you. He just sent you into this place completely blind.
âBut I didnâtâŠâ
Minotaur Boss catches your expression. One of his hands curl around your throat and tilts you back. Your spine arches with it and you moan weakly as your boss slides into your cunt at a new angle, his cock brushing along your sweet spot with each jerk of his hips.
âYou saying you didnât know?â
All you can you is faintly shake your head, your eyes lost in a haze of confusion and lust. Your cunt once again spasms around his girth and he knows youâre getting close again. His own expression shifts, eyes twinkling with mischief as his hand squeezes around your throat.
âWell what a treat for you, eh? Now prove to me how much you belong here and cum all nice and pretty on my cock.â
As if your body was waiting for his command, your belly tightens and the cord snaps as you start coming on his cock. Your juices spraying all over the glass wall as your body thrashes in his hold. Minotaur Boss, as always, maintains a solid grip on you. Fucking up into you through your orgasm until he follows soon after and cums deep inside you, shooting buckets of his hot semen in your belly.
Minotaur Boss works with an efficiency fit for a boss as he slips out of you and gets to work cleaning you up. All you can do is pant heavily against the glass, your mind still whirling from the revelation. Everything that had happened to you since yesterday suddenly making a lot more sense.
But none of the information you had about this place mentioned it being a free use city. Should you have done your own research? You guess so. But the truth about this place shouldnât have been hidden either. This was all because of your headhunter⊠and you were finally gonna get answers. You struggle to push off the glass and turn to your boss, once again fully clothed.
âWhereâ where can I find the headhunter who hired me? I need⊠to seeâ to talk to him immediately,â you stammer over your words, still trying to pick yourself back up again.
Minotaur boss settles back in his desk chair, leaning back and looking more than satisfied. But amusement quickly joins in as it dances in his eyes. Clearly finding your situation hilarious. He points down the room and you follow the line of it to a door marked âConference room D.â
âIn the conference room but, uh, he might be a little busy at the momentâŠâ
With your destination in sight strength pours back into you. Your legs stop shaking and you stand up a little bit taller. Maybe itâs all the anger flowing through you but you let it propel you forward. Readying to give your headhunter a piece of your mind. And maybe a piece of something else tooâŠ
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Can you do either Steve or Eddie x reader. Reader was being clingy and then Steve or Eddie tells them to leave them alone so they can finish work but then feel bad and apologize by eating out the reader
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Eddie had been locked in on a new idea for his campaign, sitting on Y/N's bed. She sat next to him, slowly losing her patience. When Eddie asked to come over she was delighted to hang out with her boyfriend, but he's been occupied ever since he arrived.
"Eddie, it's been two hours. Can you please take a break?" she whined. But as expected, he didn't answer. He scribbled on the piece of paper, his attention nowhere on her.
She sighed as he didn't reply. She stood up and snapped her fingers in his face, "Hello?"
"Can you quit it?" Eddie snapped, slapping away her fingers. He never once looked up from the notebook.
"Can you pay attention to me?" she asked, moving her hands to her hips.
"I always pay attention to you, I'm busy right now. Just give me a second," he sighed annoyed. She rolled her eyes but sat next to him on the bed. She cuddled herself near him, placing her head on his shoulder. She sat there for a few minutes, trying her best to wait. But then a few minutes turned into almost thirty minutes.
"Eddie?" she asked again, nothing in response.
She groaned and grabbed the notebook, yanking it out of his hands.
"HEY!" he yelled, she stood up and held it behind her back.
"Can I have your attention for at least an hour?" she whined. She felt ignored and it upset her.
"How about you leave me alone and I'll finish my campaign. Then I'll give as much attention as your clingy ass wants, okay?" He snapped. She could see the annoyance in his eyes, and how pissed he was in his voice.
She didn't bother to reply this time, hurt by his words. She just scoffed and harshly threw the notebook at his chest. She watched it smack his chest with a thump and land in his lap.
"Baby, I'm sorry," he sighed. Already aware his attitude and harsh words were uncalled for. He groaned to himself when she rolled her eyes and stomped over to her desk. She pulled out a random book and pretended to read the words.
"I know I'm an ass. I'm sorry for being mean, okay?" his voice was much softer than it was. But she didn't reply. "Silent treatment, great," he muttered to himself. He slid off the bed and walked over to her desk. He placed his hands on her shoulders as he leaned down to kiss her head.
"You're right. I came here to spend time with you, I'm sorry I ignored you and called you clingy," he apologized. He was met with silence, then the sound of the page harshly being turned.
"You have every right to be upset with me," he whispered. He pushed her hair to the side, leaning down to place teasing kisses on her neck. He finally got some sort of reaction when her breath hitched. "Can I make it up to you, pretty girl?" he softly sucked her neck, closing his eyes as she let out a quiet moan.
She didn't say anything, but she turned her head to give him more access. He took that as a yes. He smiled against her skin and prepped kisses all around her neck. She closed her eyes as his tongue danced along her neck, shivering as his teeth softly nipped her skin.
She whined when he pulled away, her puppy eyes looking at him over her shoulder.
"Don't worry, baby girl. I'm not going anywhere," he promised. She watched as he dropped to his knees and disappeared under her desk.
"Eddie? What are yo-oh," she cut herself off with a moan when Eddie's fingers brushed across her covered cunt. She moaned as his large hands worked up her thighs, his cold rings made goosebumps cover her skin.
"Lift up, baby,"
She obeyed and lifted her hips, allowing him to tug down her pants and underwear. She closed her eyes as he spread open her legs, shuffling himself between them as he leaned in. She jumped as he softly kissed her clit, his fingers running up and down between her folds.
"Damn, gorgeous. You are soaked," he purred. His fingers continued to tease her folds, soaking his fingers. She whined, moving her hands into his hair. She gave him a rough tug, yanking him closer to her cunt.
He got the hint and quit teasing. He slipped two fingers inside of her, making her moan out as she clenched around him. He rubbed his nose against her clit, loving the way she slumped in the chair. With his free hand, he moved up her body, and he wiggled his wrist to catch her attention. She opened her heavy eyes when she heard his bracelets clink together.
"Tie me up, baby," he spoke against her, she twitched when his breath hit her clit. She grabbed his wrist and pulled off the black band. She blindly collected his messy curls and tied them into a pony. With his hair tied back, Eddie dove in.
She gripped the desk when his fingers began to slide in and out of her, his mouth latching on to her clit. He was messy and careless, his tongue moving side to side, up and down, and making circles. She melted into the chair as he ate her out, his skilled tongue turning her into a blubbering mess.
"Fuck, Eddie," she moaned. She couldn't help but rock her hips. Sinking his fingers deeper inside of her and moving against his tongue.
Eddie continued to lick and suck her clit, moving his fingers faster. She cried out and clenched her thighs, trapping Eddie's head between them. Not that he cared.
She gasped as he began to hum against her clit, the vibrations making her shake as she clawed her desk. He removed his mouth, using his thumb to rub lazy circles on her clit. He removed his fingers, sucking them clean. He moaned at the taste of her.
He softly kissed her thighs, her mind hazy from his touch on her clit. She jumped when she felt his tongue trace the outside of her hole, and then the tip of his tongue slipped inside. Her jaw fell open as she silently cried out, his tongue flicking inside of her as his thumb pressed down on her clit. She felt her stomach burn as her orgasm began to build.
"Fuck, fuck...gonna...I need-" her words came out breathless and broken. She dug her hands in his hair as she felt herself snap. Eddie groaned as she pulled his hair, not caring how much his head burned.
She cried out as she came undone, letting herself go on Eddie's tongue. He happily cleaned up her mess, feeling her drip down his chin.
She shuddered as he softly kissed her cunt. Then he pulled her underwear back up her legs and covered her back up. He moved out from under the desk, wiping his chin as he stood back up on his feet. He looked down at his girlfriend, smirking as she tried to catch her breath.
"Forgiven?" he asked, turning her chair to face him. He leaned down and pecked her lips, she softly kissed him back.
"Yes," she said against his lips.
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Touch Yourself
Pairings - Drew Starkey x Female!Reader
Summary - based of a scene in love lies and bleeding.
Warnings - finger fucking, vibrators 18+
You stood in the bathroom, brushing your teeth as you stared back at yourself in the all too big mirror. Bending your neck left and right until a small crack traveled up, loosening the knot that kept forming.
You had been stuck at your desk all day, writing your second book. Ideas had started to fade and motivation was nowhere in sight, deciding it was time for sleep you made your way to the bathroom.
Drew was due home any minute, working late on the set of his upcoming movie. You had planned to be awake when he got home but the tiredness had become overwhelming and your eyes blurred from the laptop screen.
Just as you bend over the sink to wash your mouth out the front door slams closed and you jump at the intrusion of noise, Drewâs walking through the threshold of the bedroom seconds later. Throwing his bag onto the chair, his eyebrows are creased together in annoyance. âBabe?â You call out, his eyes meet yours through the mirror and his facial features soften. Pulling his shirt over his head he begins walking towards you.
He crowds your space, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your neck. âYou okay?â You question, enjoying the closeness of your boyfriend. You both didnât get much time together anymore as he was always filming or you were busy in meetings for your book. âJust missed youâ he mumbles into your neck, his lips kiss at your sensitive spot sending shivers up your spine. âI missed you tooâ.
You go to turn around but he holds you in place, running his hands down the length of your arms and moving them up above your head, pressing your palms against the mirror in front of you. âWha-â you cut yourself off as his hands slip under your shirt, tickling your stomach and skimming under your breasts. His eyes flick to yours for a moment silently asking for approval, you press your ass into his crotch and he palms your tits. âI've been hard all day for youâ he groans, you're now realizing the hardness pressed into your ass is his cock and not his belt.
You stay silent as his hands wander your body, he kisses your shoulder blades and drops to his knees behind you. Lifting your oversized shirt to your waist, taking a soft bite to your ass cheek and then kissing the teeth marks. âI want to touch you baby.. I want to stretch you out, see how far I can take youâ he groans, slipping his hands between your legs and pushing them apart to give himself room. âYou want that baby? Want me to play with you?â
âYeahâ you breathe, watching him through the mirror. He pulls down your panties and presses his palm into your lower back. Your hands slide from the mirror to grip the faucet, your pussy on display for him now. He presses a kiss to your wet lips and runs a finger through your folders. You watch as he sucks on his finger and brings it to your cunt, he starts off slow, pushing one finger into your hole. His eyes donât leave yours as he pushes a second and then a third. âFuckâ you moan out, his fingers are slow and tantalising. Stroking your walls softly and nudging your soft spot with each thrust, your clit aches to be touched but he doesnât go near it, knowing itâll tip you over the edge too soon.
Heâs enjoying you squirming, suddenly heâs inserting a fourth finger and you're crying out in half pain and half pleasure. âThatâs it baby.. stretch you out so you can take my cockâ he whispers, kissing your ass cheek again until his face is buried in your cunt. Tongue swirling and sucking until you're seeing white and cumming on his face.
He pulls away and orders you to spin, pushing you against the vanity. Heâs still on his knees for you, staring up at you with lustful eyes. âTouch yourselfâ
The apples of your cheeks redden and you clench your fists together at your sides. âCome on baby, show me what you do when Iâm not around to make you cumâ he begs, grabbing your wrist and bringing it to your pussy. You nod and spread your legs again for him, reaching between your legs. You can feel the dampness on your thighs. You press your fingers to your clit, circling softly. âIs that what you do?â He questions, looking between your hand and you. You bite your lower lip and shrug. âFuck baby come on.. thatâs not what you do, show me how you fuck yourselfâ.
You pull your fingers from your pussy and bring them to your mouth, sucking on two fingers before dropping them back between your legs, his eyelids heavy and chest pounding. His eyes follow closely as you swirl the tips of your fingers across your clit and slowly push them deep inside of you, I gasp falls from your lips at the intrusion. âI usually use a vibrator.. for my clitâ you choke out, riding your fingers as he grips your hips. He nods and pulls himself to stand. âKeep goingâ.
He exits the bedroom and rounds the bed to your side, opening the draw he grabs the small handheld vibrator and enters the room again. He kicks at your feet silently asking you to spread yourself further for him. Dropping to his knees all over again. He flicks the switch of the bullet and brings it to your pussy, teasing you by running it across your hand and just above your clit, he wants until your squirming above him and presses the vibratortor to your clit, watching as your eyes widen at the fluttering sensation.
âOh shitâ you cry, your fingers pushing deeper inside of you. âThatâs it baby, fuck you look so good making yourself cumâ he groans, pressing the head of the vibrator against you harder, sending you into a shaking mess. Your orgasm hits you instantly and you wobble on your legs, his arms wrapping around your waist as you cum around your own fingers.
âSuch a good girl.. now let me fuck you babyâ
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i n v i s i b l e s t r i n g
chapter 1
rafe cameron x pogue!reader
summary:Â really bad at these!
wc:Â 2.5k
warning:Â none! i haven't written in a while, this is a rewrite of a story that i started in 2020, so please bare with me as i get back in the groove of writing.
a/n: guess who's back, back again. determined to finish this series. rafe and sofia in s4 really inspired me to get back into this fic, hope you all like it âĄÌ pls reblog/comment/etc.. would love to hear your thoughts âĄÌ
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Sometimes you really fit into Figure 8. Sometimes you all did. Like when John B was off with Sarah and he was wearing the clothes that she had bought him to go out golfing or go to brunch at the yacht club. Or when Kie was dragged to a kook event by her parents at the country club. Pope wore his suit when he had different scholarship and college interviews- and he really gave the kook boys a run for their money with how good he looked in his steamed suit. JJ was the least likely to really look like he would ever fit in on Figure 8, and that was because he never wanted to. He reserved his âmoney suitâ, as he called it, for when he had to work as a busboy, and occasionally picked up other gigs. You, however, were fitting in more often than you would have liked.Â
You tucked your white cashmere sweater into your long, green pleated skirt. Letting out a small huff as you sprayed your perfectly curled hair one more time. Throwing your purse over your shoulder, you trudged down your hallway, your sneakers cost more than $400. You could still remember how your jaw dropped when you saw the pricetag, and apparently the kooks ate these shoes up. They needed them in every color, every new style that came out. It was madness, if you were being honest. It was like they were just giving away money.Â
Thatâs what it seemed like, at least. You had been working at a retail store in the main strip of Figure 8 for over a year now. It was the only way you could afford the clothes you were wearing. You got a steep discount off the price, and you knew how to shop sales better than anyone.Â
Your kook masquerade was always squished the moment you walked out to your car. The old beat up Honda that was always parked out front was nothing like what a kook would drive. It was too old. A 2005? The kooks didnât know what anything from that year was- maybe only their participation trophies from little league that had the year engraved, that was about it.Â
Unlocking the car, you tossed your bag onto the passenger seat, closing the door and buckling up your seatbelt.Â
âPlease start, Hilda..â You mumbled, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as your hand turned the key in the ignition. She did, as usual- but you would never forget the time that she broke down. You cried for the ten minutes it took John B and JJ to rescue you. They were like your own little mechanics. Pope had called you in the car for the ten minutes while you sobbed and tried to calm you down- it didnât work. Nothing worked until you saw your car fixed. You still owed them for saving your ass that day, regardless of how many times they assured you it was really nothing.
Crossing over the bridge from The Cut to Figure 8, you sighed: traffic. You knew by now the traffic was always bad as you headed into the main strip of town. It was the most popular place. Coffee shops, restaurants, stores.. Who wouldnât be there if they had the money and time? Yeah, the coffee was overpriced and no one knew how to drive in their expensive cars, but it was still nice. Nicer than The Cut where people revved their engines when you scurried across the street.
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It took you a half hour to finally pull into the parking lot behind your store. Saturdays were always the worst traffic wise, but boy, was it a good sales day. Checking the time, you bit your lip as you contemplated running to the cafe a few shops down to get a coffee. Technically you had time- you were always early. You had a fear of being late if you were being honest. You knew it looked bad, and it wasnât hard for you to just leave a little early for wherever you were going. It took you two minutes to walk to the cafe, and you would give yourself ten minutes to be in the cafe, another two minutes to walk back, and you had twenty minutes until you had to clock in. What if the cafe was busy? What if it took you fifteen minutes in there?Â
You slammed the car door and walked towards the Cove Cafe. The bell dinged as you walked in, a smile pressed to your lips as you pushed your sunglasses to your head. It wasnât busy. What a relief. You smiled at the barista as you walked up to the counter. You and Gabriella had become good friends from your constant stops to the overpriced coffee shop.Â
âThe usual?â She asked with a grin, scribbling onto the cup as you nodded your head. You still had ten minutes to get back to the shop before you had to clock in. You smiled and waved back to Gabriella as you left the shop, sipping on the drink that had become a staple to your routine.
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This Saturday was not a good day for sales. The weather mustâve been too nice, or everyone had gone to the mainland. The traffic you had fought through died down, and the small shop was deserted. Main Street in general was deserted. You and your co-worker, Abigail were basically staring at each other for four hours. It was painful at this point. You both had resorted to hiding off to the side hall to watch Netflix shows, peering your heads out when you heard the door open.Â
Most of the time it was one or two people wandering in- usually tourons who just looked around and pulled you away from the show. It was your turn to walk out there when the door dinged, watching as two people walked in. Your eyes squinted as you looked to the security camera before heading out from behind the curtain.Â
You tried to hide your surprise- and disgust- as your eyes glanced over to see Topper Thorton and Rafe Cameron in the small store. What did they want? Were they making rounds because Sarah was complaining about something John B had said? You knew it wasnât a good idea John B was hanging around her. Were they threatening your group?Â
Was it too late to shove Abigail out here? Was it too late to lock the doors and pretend you never opened? Were you allowed to not greet them? Spit in their faces?Â
âDo you have this in a large?â Rafeâs question knocked you from your thoughts, blinking a few times before you furrowed your brows.Â
âLet me go check for you.â You smiled at the two boys before heading behind the curtain where Abigail was. âHow did I get so unlucky to have to deal with Topper and Rafe? How come you got a Hollywood directors cousin and I get two assholes who arenât going to spend any money?â A groan escaped your lips before you brought yourself down the stairs to the stockroom.Â
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âSo youâre going to take the three shirts, the sweater and the two pants and then weâre going to order you the polo in the salmon color, and the sneakers, right?â You ran by him one more time.Â
âYeah, and ship it to the store if you can.â Rafe nodded, tapping his American Express Platinum card against the wooden counter. You nodded, typing away on the ipad register. It was a relief to finally be getting them out of the store, though they were a lot less of a pain then you had originally thought they would be. In fact, they were really respectful a complete 180 from what you were used to experiencing. They had hung back up everything they had tried on, and made sure to get a full glance of everything they could want in a different size or color before making you run to the stockroom once they were aware it was in a basement.
The only awkward part of the whole interaction was when you had absentmindedly walked back to the fitting rooms and saw Rafe shirtless as he spoke to Topper about the shirt he had on.Â
âPants fit well.â You awkwardly smiled, diverting your eyes from Rafeâs toned chest. You didnât hate having them in the store, and he was about to drop a lot of money which was only going to be more money in your pocket.
âYouâre all set. Everything should be here by Wednesday the latest. Iâll give you a call when they get here.â You smiled, watching him tap the heavy card against the card reader. His blue eyes glanced up to meet your own eyes.Â
âCould you text me, actually? The number on file is my cell.â Your eyes glanced to Topper as he smirked, eyes glancing your way. To be honest, you were surprised. It wasnât like you werenât allowed to text customers for outreach or order updates- but it was the look Rafe was giving you, it was the smirk Topper had plastered to his face, it was the way Rafe was leaning on the counter.Â
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âAnd then as if spending an hour with them wasnât bad enough, he asked me to text him when his order got to the store!â You were pacing in the living room of the chateau. You had driven straight there after work, it was a bit of a usual for all of you. After work on Saturdays, everyone would meet at the chateau and unwind, usually a beer or two, and pizza.Â
âWhy are you dressed like youâre from the 60âs?â JJ asked, as if he hadnât been looking at you for the past fifteen minutes you had been ranting.Â
âThat isnât the point, idiot.â Kiara chimed in, shaking her head at JJâs comment. âLove the sweater by the way.â She smiled.Â
âDude, it retails for like three hundred, I almost threw up when a woman asked me where it was in the store the last time I wore it and then she bought it in the three colors we have.â You smiled back, finally plopping onto the couch next to JJ. His eyes were wide as he looked to your sweater, before petting it.Â
âFuck, itâs soft.âÂ
âItâs cashmere and get your grubby hands off of it. You probably have oil or beer on your hands, and itâs dry clean only.â Your hand smacked at his.
âSo whenâs your first date with Rafe.â JJ teased, a groan leaving your lips as your head fell back.
âWhere the hell did a date even come into this? If he gets my number thatâs just another way to threaten us.âÂ
âI wish John B and Sarah were here to hear all this.. Sarah would lose it.â Kie laughed. âBut, we would probably get to the bottom of it. She would just text him and see what was up. Either weâre overthinking it, or weâre perfectly on track for whatever his twisted mind is thinking.âÂ
âSo are you going to wear cashmere on your date with him? Do you think heâll pay?â JJ continued, a grin planted to his face. He wasnât going to let it die down, which you should have expected. Jeez, where was Pope, John B and Sarah when you needed them?Â
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Your fingers hovered over your phone after you had texted Rafe, the chat bubble signaling he was responding - and fast. There was no need to be nervous about whatever he was saying, it was your job, after all. Texting him as he requested for the order he placed - you hadnât done anything wrong or out of the ordinary.Â
You jumped a bit feeling your phone vibrate in your hand, eyes scanning the text saying he would probably show up right before you closed because he was busy. Your lips pulled into a tight line, preparing yourself to have to stay past close. You hearted the message without even thinking, all sense of professionalism threw itself out the window. âFuck,â you muttered under your breath, too late now to undo what had been done.Â
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The store was in nearly perfect condition, you had told Abigail to head home, that you would wait out Rafeâs arrival on your own, assuring her he would surely only be about 5-10 minutes. You finger spaced the racks twice, re-folded your tables and even dusted off the mannequins as you waited for his arrival. It was now thirty minutes past close, the doors had been locked, your fingers tapped along the desk as a sigh escaped your lips, eyes rolling. Pulling your phone out of pocket, your fingers fired off a message to Rafe.Â
hey! iâve gotta close up, weâre open from 9-7 tomorrow, just tell the associate youâre picking up :)Â
Grabbing your things from the back, your keys twirled around your fingers, jumping as a figure was looking into the glass doors of the store. A gasp escaped your lips as your eyes looked to Rafeâs, a smile pressed to his lips as he caught the panic course through your body. A small debate ran through your brain, should you even let him have his things? He should and could wait until the following day. Teach him a lesson on being punctual.Â
His hand knocked on the door, smile still pressed tight to his lips. It was almost cocky, like he knew that you would let him in. Before even making a conscious decision, your feet were carrying you to the door and unlocking it.Â
âMaybe we should add a watch to your order, seems like you could use it.â Your tone was a bit harsher than you intended, but at this point, he was wasting your time. Holding the door open, you quickly locked it after he entered.Â
âIâm only thirty minutes late.âÂ
âYou knew when we closed, youâre abusing my kindness.âÂ
âIs that what you call the attitude?â Your eyes were glaring at this point, feet carrying you quickly to the back where Rafeâs items were packaged neatly, a bow around the handle of the bag and all. Grabbing it, you gasped yet again as he had been closer to the curtain to the back than anticipated. A chuckle escaping his lips. âYou look like a deer in headlights.âÂ
âCan you just take your things and go? Iâve spent enough time in this store.â A huff escaped your lips as you shoved the bag to Rafe, already walking towards the front door to escort him out. âAnd donât worry, Iâll send you watches during my next shift so you can work on being on time.âÂ
âSo you want to see me again?â Rafeâs eyebrows raised, smirk pressing to his lips. He clearly was in no rush to leave, or leave without frustrating you any bit he could.Â
âRight now I would love nothing more than to watch you leave, Rafe.â Unlocking the door, and opening it you motion for him to leave, your patience growing thin as he took his time walking from the store. âThanks for shopping with us today.â You mutter before closing the door behind him and locking it.Â
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Scrolling through your phone, a text pulled your brows together.Â
so, howâd i look walking away?
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a/n: still debating whether or not i want to finish pt2 but here's a lil smth to cheer all of us that know up. tagging @ivysprophecy because she read it yesterday (??? i have no concept of time) and @murdockcastleslut because she def needs the pick me up
you shut the door of tannyhill behind you, setting your keys on the table by the door. ârafe?â you call as you walk deeper into the house.
there was no answer, prompting you to roll your eyes as you headed towards rafeâs office. you knew he was home â you had checked his location before handâ but if he wasnât answering it probably meant he was holed up in his office. Â
ârafe?â you say again as you push the door to the office open. he was standing in front of the bar, pouring himself a drink. he doesn't react to the sound of the door opening, too busy putting the top on the bottle.Â
ârafe.â you say once more, coming up behind him and placing your hand on his shoulder. this seems to awaken him, rafe turning and looking down at you with a small smile.Â
âhey babe, i didnât hear you come in.â he says as he pulls you into his side. you hum, bringing your arm up around his waist.
âi called your name like three times. didnât you hear me?â you ask as you look up at him. rafe sighs, setting his drink back down on the tray.
âno, i didnât. iâm sorry.â he murmurs as he buries his face in your hair. the smell of your shampoo always did help calm him down.Â
âyou okay? you seem a little out of it right now.â you say softly.Â
âyeah, yeah iâm fine. just had a deal that didnât go the way i wanted it to today. and someone backed out of this other deal. itâs just been a pretty stressful day for me.â he says as he traces patterns on his waist. you knew that he did that to help calm and ground himself, so you didnât comment on it.
âmm, iâm sorry rafe.â you whisper as you burrow deeper into his warmth. suddenly an idea hits you, and you pull away with a smile. âi think i know whatâll make you feel better, though.â
rafe halts, pulling back to examine your face. âand what might that be?âÂ
you let out a giggling, patting his arm as you try to separate from him. âyouâll see, but you have to let me go first.â
rafe hesitates, giving you a firm squeeze before letting go of you. he backs up to give you a little bit of space as he crosses his arms over his chest. âalright, whatâs this thing thatâs supposed to magically make me feel better?âÂ
you smile, biting your lip to hold back your smile. you grab onto the hem of your shirt and pull it up to reveal your chest. thank goodness you had chosen to go braless today.
judging by rafeâs reaction, he was also thankful. his whole body went rigid, as if he was trying to hold himself back. as you pull your shirt back down to cover your breasts, you swear you can hear rafe curse under his breath.
âfeel better?â you ask, shooting rafe a cheeky smile as you stand with your hands on your hips.Â
rafe doesnât immediately respond, just stares at you for a few seconds. youâre about to open your mouth again when rafe suddenly lifts you up, tossing you over his shoulder. you yelp, flailing your legs as he carries you out of the office. âwhat are you doing?â
rafe smacks your ass, causing you to laugh a little louder. âgoing to go relieve some stress. and stop kicking before i make it worse.â
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As You Wish
Bang Chan x Fem!Reader
A/N: A request from @whatudowhennooneseesyou I wasnât happy with the first attempt so here is a different version.
SMUT. MDNI! 18+ NOT EDITED.
Warnings: oral (fem), Vanilla sex, established relationship, talks of pregnancy and starting a family. I think thatâs it.
Nightmares werenât rare but they usually arenât as brutal as this one, usually you could wake up shake it off and go back to sleep. This nightmare paralyzed you, causing you to whine and whimper along with random babbling. Chris walked out of the bathroom trying to be as quiet as possible, he had just got done with a show and arrived to see you already asleep so he made sure to get washed up before sliding into bed next to you. Before he could pull you into his arms a small sob fell from your mouth, he tried to shake you but nothing happened; thatâs when he realized that you werenât awake. âNo Chris donât leave me here alone. You promised, you promised. Please stay.â You cried lightly a tear slowly slid down the side of your faced.
He moved some hair that had fallen onto your face pressing a to the crown of your head trying to let you know he was there but not wanting to alarm you. Chan sat up slightly to look down at you, before whispering softly. âBaby shhâŠyouâre safe, I wonât let you go.â His eyes starting to tear up at the thought of you having such a horrible dream about him then started to repeat the words âI love you.â as he stroked your cheek trying to wake you up with some light stimulation to keep you grounded while waiting for you to wake. The sound of his voice felt distant but as he repeated the words that you begged to hear during this realistic nightmare, his voice became more clear till you slowly opened your eyes before looking behind you to see the face of the man you were so deeply in love with. âChannieâŠâ you whispered out before laying on your back and turning your face towards him. âIâm right here baby, Iâm not going anywhere.â He grabbed your left kissing the finger that had a beautiful diamond ring on it. âSee this? This is the promise I made to you, the promise being you and I will be together no matter what happens I am yours and only yours.â Now your eyes started to tear up because he was here with you that he did love you.
Once you calmed down Chan pressed a soft kiss to your lips, he tried so hard to be a gentleman and comfort you but when he tried to pull you to him, his hand took hold of your bare ass making him realize for the first time that you hadnât been wearing any panties; how did he not notice before. Well you were wearing a shirt so he never saw your bottom half and maybe because he was focused on calming down, but now his hands started slightly shake as he rubbed hand up and down your body hand slightly slipping underneath your shirt only to comfort you. You blushed as you watched his reaction to you not wearing any underwear the only clothing that you were big shirt and whispered out your reason. âI-I was trying to stay up so I could help you relax when you got back to the room.â You turned your gaze away from him. âBut I kinda fell asleep.â Chris gave you a smile but then a small smirk, he is wrapped around your finger wanting to do anything to make you happy, damn you were so sexy he knew it was weird to think after his partner had woken up from a devastating nightmare. âI saw. Do you want to talk about what you were dreaming about.â He said sweetly trying hard to stop his hand from wandering, so he kept it on your hip as his other arm held his body up so he could look at you; he was trying hard to not lift up the blanket that covered the both of you and burying his face in your pussy. You bit your lip and shook your head. âNo. I just want you.â You pouted before grabbing him by his necklace and led him to your lips. âWhat do you want from me baby?â Chan asked as hovered over you and brushed his lips against yours. âYou know I will give you it if you use your words like a good girl.â He said smirking his hand traveling up your torso and to your throat giving it a gentle squeeze. âChannie I want your lips.â You said already out of breath. Chan knew exactly what you meant, his hand traveling between your legs giving your pussy light slaps. You let a whimper as your hips went to chase his hand. âY-yes. Please.â When you looked at him he could see how glossy your eyes where, he knew right now was not the time to tease you and not the time to be demanding.
âAs you wish.â Chan smiled and took off the sleep shirt you were wearing only to trail his eyes down your now nude body until he saw his prize, your pussy was already soaked he couldnât help but run his index finger through your folds to gather some of your wetness and stuck the digit in his mouth humming at the taste. âDamn sweetheart, you taste amazing.â The feeling made you shiver while his words and other actions caused you to let out whimper. âChan please I need you.â You begged. He let out a deep chuckle. âLook at you, already looking fucked out and I have just barely touched you. I know you want my dick baby but I have to prep you so you donât get hurt.â You went to protest but your words turned to a gasp when he inserted a finger into you, then another until he could fit 3 fingers into you comfortably. He took his other hand to run the tip of his finger against your swollen clit, while his other fingers found the spongy spot inside of you that made your toes curl. You knew that you wouldnât last long, he smirked feeling you clench around his fingers. âThatâs it baby, you are doing so good.â He leaned back down this time Chan began to eat you out like a man starved, you could feel a mix of his saliva and your arousal start to soak the bed sheets. You couldnât help yourself you opened your mouth to moan but nothing came out, you felt a little light headed and looked down at Chan his face was messy and saw how his chin and chest glistened. âDid I?â He smirked licking your essence from his lips before leaning wiping his mouth with the top sheet. âSquirt? Yes and it was so sexy.â He teased poking your swollen and abused clit with his pinkie finger to see how sensitive you were, he was pleased to hear the whimper escape your lips. âSuch a good girl. So good for me. Do you think you can give me one more baby? Be my good girl and take my cock?â He said kissing over your neck, chest and lips humming when you tasted yourself before you pulled back to look at him with pleading eyes. âPlease. I need your cock.â You whimpered bucking your hips to find some friction. âMy needy princess canât get enough of my cock. Who does this pussy belong to y/n?â He growled out as he pressed the tip to your weeping hole âYou Channie it belongs to you, Iâm all yours only want you.â You answered giving him the bedroom eyes he couldnât resist. âThatâs my girl.â He praised before little by little he pushed inside of you until he was buried to the hilt. âYou are so tight baby.â He moaned out. Once you had adjusted you told him to go faster and harder, soon the only sounds that could be heard in the room was skin on skin contact, moaning, grunts and occasionally hearing Chan praise you.
You knew you wouldnât last very long, you were already sensitive and the pleasure was so intense you gripped on to his arms your back arching wanting to feel him deeper. He immediately understood what you wanted, he gripped your legs and putting them over his shoulder. âChan Iâm so close.â You whimpered out. âAlmost there baby. Iâm going to cum in this tight little pussy. Do want my cum? Want me to give you babies? Make you a mom?â He groaned out. You couldnât even form words other than âPlease Chan.â Not to soon after his thrusts became more sloppy and less precise, one last thrust is what pushed you both to the edge. He continued to thrust slowly helping the both of you to ridge out your highs, once you both calmed he slowly pulled out causing a whimper to fall from your swollen lips already missing the feeling of having him inside you. Chan leaned down to give you a small kiss before sitting up to watch his cum start to leak from your pussy, he hummed taking his fingers to push his cum back in the action causing you to let out a surprised squeak. âWe better not waste any if we want to become parents.â He smirked before heading to the bathroom to grab a warm cloth to clean you up. âWe will definitely need to take a shower though. Look at the mess.â You said sitting up and pointing to the both of you and the ruin bed sheets. Chan laughed scratching the back of his neck but shrugged. âSo worth it.â
After taking a shower leaned against the bathroom doorway watching as Chan started changing the sheets, you smiled god you were so in love with this man. âHey Chan. Did you mean it?â You asked softly. He looked at you as he cocked his head walking towards you. âWhich part?â âAbout being parents. We donât have to right away, I know you are still young and super busy and you want to still do a lot of things and I donât want you to give anything just to try and make me hap-â your babbling was cut short by him giving you a sweet kiss. âI meant it. You are the only one I want to be with, the only person I want to start a family with.â He said softly running his fingers through your damp hair then pressing his hand to your stomach. âWell we better keep going to make sure we have one.â You smiled giving his ass a soft and playful slap before walking away from him. âYou are going to be the death of meâ
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Prompt number 7 with Logan đ«ą
ââ a/n: ooo, this is a good pick! I also apologize for the week delay; work was kicking my ass. but thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy; this is a long one - kaya <3 (prompt list)
We're Just Friends? - Logan Howlett: the one when you realized it meant more to him that you assumed
ââ pairing: Logan Howlett x professor!fem!reader
ââ prompt #7: "Why did you leave me like that back there?" "Because." "Because, what?" "Because your dumbass can't figure out how much it hurts me when you say that we're "just friends."
ââ content warning: hurt/comfort, miscommunication, friends to lover's trope, suggestive in the end
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Itâs Charles' birthday party tonight that Jean and Storm decided to throw for him at the mansion. All the adults were to attend the black-tie shindig along with invited colleagues and so on.Â
You were excited to have something to dress up for and eat some fancy food unlike the brute man pouting as he leans against your bathroom door.Â
âI put on the suit that should be enough,â Logan sasses to you, âI ainât putting on the damn bowtie.â
You roll your eyes as you put the cap back on your lipstick with an aggressive sigh, âDonât be such a diva, Logan. Wear the bowtie.â
You get goosebumps seeing the dirtiest look heâs ever given to you through the mirror. Youâre also fighting for your life to not break out into a fit of laughs. âThe fuck did you call me?â he snaps.Â
You couldnât hold the laugh any longer and it slips from your lips as the dirty look turns into a pout on his face. Ignoring his question, you walk towards him and grab the bowtie from his hand. Logan has to fight to keep a straight face as your pretty self, inches closer with another step. If he could, heâd pull you in by the waist and take your lipstick off with a kiss.Â
âItâs for one night. One night only,â you say with pleading eyes, âAnd women love a bowtie on a man so who knows who you might pull into your bed tonight,â you joke with a smile and wiggling eyebrows.Â
Loganâs jaw clenches at your words. The only woman he wants to pull tonight is you but he doesnât think youâd like that, so he shakes the thought away even though it hurts to do so.
You on the other hand wanted to slap yourself in the face for saying that because you just hurt your own feelings. You really donât want to see Logan and a woman - who isnât you - clinging to his arm at the end of tonight. Maybe you said that as foreshadowing to help prepare you for the moment that will eventually happen. But you ignore the pang in your heart.Â
Logan scoffs aggressively as he takes the bowtie back from you and begins tying it himself while looking at the mirror, âYeah, because thatâs the goal I had for myself leading up to tonight,â he says sarcastically while you give him a look of smugness as you watch him finish the tie.Â
âYou look good though,â you say with a small smile as you adjust the tie a little bit.Â
Logan looks back down to you with a tight-lipped smile. âYou look good too, darlin,â he says back in a gentle tone.
And good is an understatement when it comes to you because you look so goddamn breathtaking. He couldnât keep his eyes off you before today and now he thinks his greatest battle is to not admire you in your dress tonight.Â
A black form-fitting dress is criminal to wear in front of him because this is his first time seeing the shape of your body and it makes him want to see more for his eyes only. Your heels give you extra height, but you still canât reach up to him and he finds it endearing.Â
Why do you have to be so beautifulâŠ
You see him in a daze as he looks at you and you almost think itâs longing. But that's just a wish you have. âLogan? Are you still there?â you say with a wave to bring him back down to earth.Â
Logan smiles as he nods, âWhere else would I be, huh?â he asks.Â
âââŠââŠââ âââŠââŠââ âââŠââŠââ âââŠââŠââ
The party started hours ago and itâs still growing strong.Â
Everyone is laughing, mingling, and dancing the night away. You say it's almost peaceful seeing everyone letting loose from the stress that has been filling up their lives. Everyone, including yourself, needed this. Everyone except Logan.
Such a party pooperâŠÂ
You walk up to him as he takes a swig of his drink. He looks up at you with a questioning look, expecting you to say whatever it is thatâs on your mind.Â
âI donât think Iâve seen you get up once other than for a drink,â you say knowingly.
Logan sighs, âAt least, I got up instead waving down one of the servers.â
You groan at his words before walking around the table and pulling him up by his arm. âAt least be polite and make your rounds to everyone,â you complain, âThen you can sit back down.â
Logan almost laughs at your miserable attempt to get him out of the comfort of his seat. But to save you from the embarrassment of falling on your ass, he sighs and gets up. âOnly if you stay with me. Weâre both suffering together,â he says almost pridefully as he moves your hand to wrap around his arm.Â
Your face turns into a heater feeling his muscles along the expanse of his arms. You could only imagine how safe youâd feel having both arms wrapped around your body securely. At least you can bask in the moment a little longer before it gets taken away.
You stay on Loganâs arm as you both say your hellos and how are youâs. You canât deny that it feels good to have him this close to you. And he canât deny how comforting it is to be under your touch. He hasn't felt this relaxed in years. The more time he spends having you hold onto him like this only hurts him a lot more. Because the moment gets taken away every single time, he hears you say âweâre just friendsâ in nearly every conversation.Â
âOh no! We just came here as friends!â
âYouâre too funny! Weâre just friends.â
And he swore he heard somebody comment about how heâs like a fucking brother to you??
Now that one really started to boil his blood.Â
Yes, you are friends. Best friends if anything but it will never hurt less to hear you say those three words. Those words are like that one annoying tune that is stuck on replay all night. Every person or group of people you both have gone up to have made comments or asked questions if you guys came to the party together. And just like the first time you were asked up till the last time, you were way too quick to shoot them down with âwe're just friendsâ.Â
After all the last couple of years since heâs been around you hopelessly thinking youâd catch onto his longing stares, lingering touches, and being by your side during missions, he thought eventually youâll get the hint. Tonight is showing him that you wonât ever reciprocate his feelings back. Heâs been shot, stabbed and you can name the rest, but this emotional pain is burning at him from the inside and out. Heâs starting not to be able to take your stinging words any longer.Â
Finally, all the rounds were made when you both made your way to Jean and Storm sitting at one of the tables. âI didnât think you were actually able to get him out of that chair, Y/n,â Jean laughs.
âYou made him into a social butterfly,â Storm snickers as Logan pulls out one of the chairs for you. Â
You giggle at their comments while Logan scoffed out a âwhateverâ and looked away from you three as he took a seat. He can feel his hurt turning to anger right now and heâs trying really hard not to show it. He gently removes your arm from his as he waves a server down for a drink. Sensing something is off youâre about to ask him if heâs okay, but Storm beats you from talking.Â
âYou guys looked good out there though. Like a cute married couple,â she smiles as Jean nodded in agreement.
If only they and Logan knew how much you donât oppose the idea of being married to him, but you could only laugh it off. Thatâs what youâve been doing nearly all night as you and Logan made the rounds. You donât think youâve ever sounded like a broken record player having to repeat that you guys are purely platonic. You were just hoping that Logan wouldnât start causing a scene when you heard him nearly growl every time you started talking. He seemed so tense too, more than usual but you thought it was because you were dragging him around to talk to people he wasnât interested in.Â
Which is why you would turn down the comments about you and Logan dating because you didnât think that heâd enjoy that type of conversation about you but boy, were you so wrong.Â
âPlease, donât make me repeat it again,â you playfully groan out with a laugh, âI donât know how much I can take having to explain that I wonât ever see Logan that way-â
SLAM!!
You and the girls jump from the startling sound of Logan slamming his drink on the table then watch him storming off his chair and into the mansion. Stunned by his actions you look down at the glass and see that it had cracked from the force then look back at him walking away. You go after Logan without thinking, âIâll go check on him,â you say as you speed off your chair in worried haste.Â
Where did that come from? And why is he walking away so fast? Heâs already made it inside the house in less than thirty seconds. Your feet hurt enough already from the heels, but you caught up to him as he was about to make his way upstairs.
âLogan!â you call as you pick up your pace a little more, but he ignores you, âUgh! Logan!â
âWhat?â he snapped at you with a venomous tone.
You nearly cower at his nasty attitude towards you. Heâs never talked to you like that before and you begin to feel uneasy about being the target of his rage. "Whatâs wrong? Why did you leave like that?â you ask as you follow him up the stairs. You're only two steps behind him.
âBecause.â he continues walking with bigger strides.
âBecause??â you repeat. Youâre starting to get irritated with his attitude, âBecause, what? Logan would you please slow dow-â
âBecause I canât fucking stand that your dumbass can't figure out how much it hurts me when you say that we're "just friends!!â he yells as he turns around to give you his full rage.
You stood there frozen and stunned by his words and also at the fact that he yelled at you louder this time too. You feel yourself start to shrink from his voice. You couldnât think to get a word in before he interrupted you once more.
âHow much longer should I have to deal with the fact that you only see me as your friend and nothing more, Y/n! Youâre walkinâ around telling people down there that Iâm only your friend and you were just telling Storm and Jean that you wonât ever see me more than that!â he shouts at you with a face full of hurt and anger, âWhy havenât you realized that I love you. That Iâve been in love with you. Y/n!â
Your heart stopped for a second hearing him say that. There are too many whirlwinds of emotions going on right now. Itâs hard for you to fully grasp the fact that he just confessed to you. Logan Howlett confessed to you. Looking at him you realize that maybe heâs also realizing that he confessed too with how his eyes widened.Â
You both stand there on the staircase in ear piercing silence as Logan pants from his rage. He rips his eyes off of you as he runs a hand down his face in stress. He looks so hurt right now. Your eyes are beginning to tear up from being the reason why heâs so hurt. But he needs to know that you feel the same way.Â
After a minute of silence and trying to find your words, you softly but hesitantly speak up. âLoganâŠ,â you shakingly call his name as you step forward. Youâre about to reach for his hand but he steps back away from you.
âNo,â he interrupted you while shaking his head. He doesnât want to hear your rejection right now. Heâs so angry at himself for letting his feelings for you drag on for this long. And he confessed to you in a way he never imagined he would. âJust forget I said anything. Iâm done.â
Done�
With that he storms off again much faster than before up to his room. Leaving you behind to swallow his words more. He loves you. How could that be? You swore he felt the complete opposite after all this time. He said he was done too. Done with you?Â
While his words were finally settling in, you didnât realize the tears had fallen down your cheeks. He loves you and then tells you heâs done. After all this time you thought he couldnât see you that way, especially when he first arrived, he had a thing for Jean. But now, after his days of visiting you in the greenhouse, waiting for you in the hallway to get coffee in the mornings, and so much more⊠Youâve blind to his advancements. Even the way he talks to you is different from how he usually is and you didnât realize that till he started yelling at you five minutes ago.Â
You let out a shaky sigh to stop the sobs from slipping.Â
God, you feel so stupid.Â
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Itâs been a couple weeks since the party and the last time you saw, let alone talked to Logan.Â
Youâve never felt so lonely in the greenhouse by yourself and not having him there listening to you rant about whatever plant or lecture you need to get off your chest. You miss feeling his presence around you - the smell of his cigar, his teasing, his oddly comforting words that he held only for you⊠You miss him so much, but he wants nothing to do with you anymore.
The morning after the party you waited for him in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, but he never came. You tried knocking on his door a couple times after that when you wouldnât see him but no answer. You knew he was in there counting from the energy you feel from the plant you jokingly gave him as a present, but you didnât want to push him more. You also never failed to notice the way he would avoid you around the mansion. While the home was huge, you still saw him from a far and heâd walk away after your first glance in his direction.Â
So, you gave him what he wanted. Space.Â
And here you are sitting on one of the lounge chairs in the greenhouse at two in the morning. You couldnât sleep or you havenât been able to sleep without hearing Loganâs loud voice repeating his words in your head. The only thing thatâs soothing you is the soft sound of the fountain that youâre sitting in front of. You stare at the lily pads floating in the water as you keep blinking back to that night Logan confessed. Would you call it a confession if he did it angrily? If he only wouldâve stayed for thirty seconds longer, he would know that you love him too.Â
Logan was sitting in the kitchen nursing on a bottle of soda since the damn house doesnât have any beer or form of alcohol. God, he could use several of them right now to get what happened out of his head. He let his hurt turn into anger when he yelled out his love for you. Heâs never felt so embarrassed doing that especially after seeing the look of shock and hurt on your face too.Â
He just couldnât stop the wave of emotions leaving his mouth in the form of words. He needed to get it off his chest after the number of times he was friend-zoned by you in one night. After he ditched you on the stairs to go into his room, heâll admit that he felt a little lighter knowing that he finally told you how he feels but the weight came back when he started avoiding you.Â
With how hard you were trying to get him to talk to you it just made him feel worse. Yes, heâs choosing to avoid you, but it doesnât hurt him any less. Heâd do anything to talk to you again, but he thinks nothing will be the same anymore, hence the reason for avoiding you. Again, heâs also embarrassed for throwing a tantrum on the stairs as he angrily declared his love for you.Â
He still canât believe he did thatâŠ
Logan frustratingly sighs as he chugs the rest of his drink as he gets up from his sitting. Maybe a walk will help. He needs to shake his feelings off and deal with the fact that he canât come back from his confession.Â
He zips his jacket up from the chill of the night as he steps out into the backyard and begins his walk.Â
Nothing is heard other than silence as he furthers into the yard. He begins to get lost in thought as you come back into his mind. The way you looked scared from his rising voice to the sudden look of surprise when he said he loved you. Fuck, he still loves you despite the fact he hasnât seen much of you the last two weeks. He misses you a lot.
âDamnit,â he mutters under his breath as he irritatedly kicks a pinecone out of his way.
 Logan continues to walk with no destination until he suddenly stops in his tracks to see the lights on in the greenhouse. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion because he knows how late it is and he knows youâre in there by yourself. But why are you in there and how long have you been in there? He ponders for a bit as he stares at the warm lights illuminating the glass walls.Â
He stands there for a minute or two longer then makes his way to the double doors of the greenhouse. Usually when he or anyone walks up, youâd feel their presence and have the plants open the doors, but nothing happens. He looks around at the plants that surround the door to see if any of them move. But nothing, theyâre still. He doesnât sense any danger, but something is definitely off.Â
He opens the doors without thinking and walks inside to find you.Â
Itâs eerily quiet inside as he walks around. He sniffs the air to smell for you and walks over to one of the fountains to where it leads to you. Your head is peeking out from the other side of the lounge chair, but you still haven't moved. He carefully walks around to find you curled up against the armrest sleeping. You look cozy and at peace if he wouldnât have noticed the dry tear marks along your cheeks.Â
His face turns into a look of regret instantly. Avoiding you was just him hurting both of your feelings with no end goal behind it. He was beginning to feel stupid and childish about this whole ordeal. How he feels about you shouldnât be the end of the bond that you guys already had with each other.Â
Besides tear marks, Logan also noticed the bags under your eyes as he kneeled down to be face to face with you. He sighs softly and brings the back of his hand to gently wipe the tear marks off your face. Your cheeks feel cold to the touch. You should be asleep in the comfort of your bed right now where it's warmer. So, Logan sucks up his feelings to wake you up.
The hand that was on your cheek moves down to your arm and starts to soothingly rub your arm up and down. âY/n,â he whispers, âWake up.â
You barely stir and it makes him want to laugh because you're such a heavy sleeper. So, he moves you a bit more and your eyebrows begin to furrow in irritation. For once you were sleeping somewhat well and youâre being woken up. You hear Loganâs voice, but you think it's just a dream until you hear him clearer the more you wake up.Â
âLogan?â you murmured as your eyes began to open.
âYeah, darlinâ, itâs me,â he whispers back to you, âLet's get you back to bed.â
You lock eyes with his soft gaze, and youâve never felt more relieved to see and feel him this close to him. You sit up instantly, âHiâŠâ you say to him.
He smiles softly a stary strand of hair away from your face, âHey⊠You shouldnât be sleeping here alone, you know.â
You nodded as you rub the sleepiness away from your eyes as you look away from him. âI havenât been able to sleep,â you said. Logan hums in response and silence settles for a moment between you two. You bite your bottom lip nervously as you start to think of what to say but you cower from the thought thinking that he wonât listen to you like before. You move your eyes to look at him, but you realize that he was still looking at you.
Logan couldnât take his eyes off of you since he found you asleep. It feels like he hasnât seen you for months to almost a lifetime. If you only knew how much you have molded yourself into his mind since day one. He sees how nervous you are right now from the way youâre looking back at him. Heâs about to apologize for his outburst but you beat him to it.Â
âI love you, Logan.â
Wait what?
A look of shock was thrown onto his face, but you interrupted him again. âI-If you would have stayed longer, I wouldâve had the chance to say it back to you,â you stammer softly, âAnd Iâm so sorry for hurting your feelings during the party. I swear, I-I thought that I was saving you from the conversations that I had dragged you to. Iâm so sorry.â
You feel the tears fall again with how fast your eyes are building them up. You missed him too much and he needs to know this time that you've always felt the same way. Youâre about to continue apologizing but Logan cups one of your cheeks with his warm hand. You feel his thumb wipe a tear and it makes you hold his hand with yours while you nuzzle your cheek further into his touch.Â
"I missed you, Logan...," you shakingly sigh out.
"I missed you too, darlin'"
Relieved tears fell while Logan came closer to rest his forehead against yours. You feel so comforted to have him this close again. You run your hand up his chest to lure him closer.Â
âIâm sorry too,â he sighs under your touch, âI was mad at myself and took it out on you. I didnât mean to scare you either. IâŠI love you so much.â
You feel his lips brush so lightly against yours, it makes you pull away slightly to look back at him again. You don't think words can describe how much you need him impossibly close to you right now, it's making you needy for him. Your eyes move down to his lips then back up to his hazel ones.
âKiss me, Lo-â
You didnât have to finish the damn sentence because his lips met yours in an instant. Like hell he was going to walk away again now. A warm feeling blossoms in your chest as he pulls you closer to him with both of his arms around you to make you wrap your legs around his waist. Logan nearly groans, feeling you pressed against his body. The smell of the soft eucalyptus scent of your conditioner was making him dizzy but only made him crave for you more.Â
You feel him pull you toward him more before getting up from his kneeled position near fluently with you in his arms. You gasped out a laugh at his brute strength and he smirked smugly.
âShow offâŠ,â you say blissfully.
Logan chuckles as goes back in for another kiss, âYouâll learn to love it, sweetheart.â
You smile as you shyly bite your lips hearing him call you that. You couldnât help yourself and went in for another kiss. Your bodies heatedly pressed together as you cupped both sides of his cheeks making him part his lips just enough for you to slip your tongue inside his mouth. Logan didnât stop himself from sinking into your embrace despite holding you in his arms.Â
You both lose your thoughts, getting lost into the comfort of the kiss. It felt so natural to have each other this close and it makes you wonder why it took so long for you both to get to this moment. And neither of you were planning on stopping it. You want more of him and he wants more of you. The ache you feel in your core is calling for more of his touch.Â
You force yourself to pull away and you feel him chase after your lips. âFuck, baby. Whyâda stop?â you can hear how desperate he is for you right now and it and it makes you smile.
âTake me to bed LoâŠ,â you whisper against his lips, âI need to feel more of you.â
You didnât have to tell him twice because he instantly tossed you over his shoulder making you squeal out a laugh.
âLetâs go then, pretty girl.â
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Hiii<33
Plsplspls im begging for a angsty Chan comfort fic <333
Ur writing is just incredible and kdxjbdkd
I KNOW YOU - CHAN
pairing - bf!bangchan â„ïž fem!reader
genre: angst & comfort (my speciality hee hee hee)
word count: 1.1k
warnings: slight descriptions of panic attacks, self deprivating talk, body image talk, and negativity
summary: the relationship had gone public, and you thought it was going well. well⊠it was until the people you hold dearest to your heart started talking shit about you.
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Your eyes are irritated and bloodshot, but you canât stop staring at the text messages on your phone.
They hurt to look at, but you canât pull away.
There layed a collection of text messages that one of your âfriendsâ had sent to you. The message are vile, disgusting things your other friends had said about you behind your back when you and Chan went public not to long ago.
There was a lot of discussion regarding going public, but he finally got the feedback he needed from his company for the both of you to go public, and you wanted it more than anything.
There was nothing more you wanted than to be able to show to the world how youâve bagged the most amazing and handsome man to exist, but you knew there would be harsh feedback.
You just didnât expect it to come from some of the people you hold the closest to your heart.
To say they were cruel would be an understatement. The messages said horrible things about your body, personality, and a man like him would ever love someone like you.
It stung, and you wished it didnât. A part of you wanted to belive they were just being jealous, mad that they couldnât be with somebody like him.
But a part of you also knew that he was an amazing boyfriend, producer, leader, and so so much more, and that made you believe a mediocre woman like you could never be for him. How could you.
It had been a few days since your friend had sent these to you, and you hadnât been able to face chan pretty much the entire time except for a few short and dry texts here and there.
You knew if you spilt anything to him, he would be livid. Not at you of course, but to anyone who had told you that you were anything but perfect, and you didnât want to give him another burden; he already had the media on his ass for the same reasons.
Just as you were getting even deeper in your thoughts, a message pops up on your phone, ironically being a message from him.
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new message from : channieđ€
channieđ€ : Iâm coming over.
channieđ€ : Iâm worried about you.
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Shit, Shit, Shit !!
You looked a mess.
To be honest, your room looked an absolute disaster, and you hadnât showered in a day. The thought of him seeing you like this was downright embarrassing, but you know nothing you say would get him to turn around. When he feels as if somethingâs wrong with you, thereâs nothing that could make him not do whatever he could to make it better.
So youâre not shocked when the tears start to pour down your face as you hear the sound of keys jingling and Chan stepping in, immediately walking towards your bedroom where he knew youâd be.
âOh. Come here, my love.â And heâs walking over to you and grabbing hold of your body, rocking you back and further in his tight grasp as you cry harder.
His embrace only coaxes the tears farther, his presence reminding you of how youâre not deserving of his comfort. Not deserving of his love.
âHey, baby. You gotta breathe with me, okay?â He whispers when he notices your breathing becoming uneven. Itâs a tell-tale sign youâre about to slip off the edge.
âItâs easy okay? Iâve got you. One breath in..â he starts, waiting for you to follow his instructions.
Ever so slightly, you take a deep, shaky breath in, earning a soft smile of satisfaction from Chan.
âOk, now out.. there you go, baby. Youâre doing so good.â He says, watching you follow his steps. âJust a couple more, okay?â
Slowly but surely, your breath evens out. The burning, painful feeling in your lungs is soon replaced by a soft and light feeling, getting rid of the tension you once felt.
Thatâs when it hits you.
Chan is here. Your boyfriend who had been so busy for the last few days came to see you because he knew something was wrong. He came for you.
âWe donât have to talk right now, but if you want to, please let me know whatâs been happening, baby. I canât help you if I donât know whatâs going on.â
You sigh heavily, the want to be comforted overshadowing the need to keep him hidden from your personal burdens. You want his help, so youâre not shocked when you find the words rumbling from outside fr of your mouth.
âI-I Iâm sorry. I thought that m-most people would be supportive of us. B-But um.. some of m-my closest friends said something things about it and I-I canât help but feel like you d-deserve someone better?â You say, and you can see the way his gaze softens with hurt.
âI just.. donât feel good enough for you. I-I mean youâre perfect. Youâre an amazing producer, friend, leader, and an even better person. What am I? I- I donât deserve you.â You finish, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you turn away, not wanting to look in his eyes any longer. But he doesnât let you, turning your head towards his and making you look him in his eyes.
âListen here baby. I have no idea what they said to you, but none of itâs true. Youâre perfect for me. Youâre the reason I am the way I am. The thing about me being an amazing producer? Itâs because I have you to inspire me. An amazing friend? Because you always guide me to be the way I am. Leader? Because I have you to lead me. And person? Because I have you with me and you make me complete. I know you, my love. And knowing you is the best choice I ever made.â
The way his eyes shine with both unshed tears and love has the words he said to you soaking in. You thought it would be hard to believe him, thinking that nothing could save you from the deep pit you had found yourself in.
But he saved you, pulled you right out and vowed to never let go again. You can believe it, and you will.
So you give him a slow, daunting kiss. It shows and reciprocates the love that words canât.
It shows that no matter how hateful others can be, he knows you. And youâre here to believe it.
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â ËïœĄâ Scared â ËïœĄâ
prompt: "I'm in love with you, and that scares me."âTuna-Tober âč Day 8
pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
wordcount: 692
warnings: slight language, mentions of past injuries, angst with a happy ending
Ë áĄŁđ© âč đŻđąđ·đȘđšđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ Ë áĄŁđ© âč đ”đ¶đŻđą-đ”đ°đŁđŠđł đ±đłđ°đźđ±đ”đŽ Ë áĄŁđ© âč
I canât stop thinking about him.
Him and his bright green eyes. His freckle-dusted cheeks. The leather jacket he always wears. Itâs probably so warm. Heâs so kind to those he saves. He may not show it often, keeping his emotions behind a well guarded wall, but I see it every time.Â
Dean Winchester is a beaten and bruised man with the heart of a hero. I understand why he canât let anyone in. I understand the past burdens placed on his shoulders and the horrors heâs had to witness. But why does he have to be so mean?
âItâs like every time I turn my back youâre there needing saving.â Dean lifts the glass of whiskey in his hands to his plush lips and takes a sip. âJust for one night, thatâs all I asked. But you canât stay out of danger.â
âDean, itâs not like I wanted to be attacked.â I huff, crossing my arms, leaning my back against the Roadhouse bar next to him.Â
âWell, it sure seems like it sometimes,â he says, taking another swig.Â
I scoff, rolling my eyes. âWhat are you trying to say, Dean?â
âIâm saying Iâm tired of always saving your ass when I should be busy ganking the monsters.â
I huff again, pushing myself away from the bar. âAm I that useless to you?â
He sighs, looking down at the glass now resting on the bar and closes his eyes. âIâm just saying youâre getting reckless, Y/N. Iâm not always gonna be there to save you when things go sideways.â
âBut you donât want me around.â I face Dean, anger and frustration slowly rising in me. âIâm just another burden to you right?â
Dean lifts his head, looking to the ceiling, before facing me, slight frustration coating his expression. âStop putting words in my mouth, Y/N. Thatâs not what I meant and you know it.â
âBut that is what you meant,â I say, voice raising slightly in anger. âI get it, Dean, really. Youâre tired of saving me. Youâre tired of babysitting the child you see me as. If Iâm such a burden, maybe I should just leave then.â
I start walking towards the doors of the Roadhouse, but a hand at my wrist stops me in my tracks. Dean spins me back to face him, eyebrows scrunched together and frustration shining in his eyes. âDamn it, Y/N! Just let me talk!â
Thank whoever is listening that itâs empty right now. âNo, Dean, I think youâve said all youâve been wanting to say.â
He lets go of my wrist and runs a hand through his hair, messing it up further than it was. âI⊠Iâm in love with you!â I freeze, his words running through my head as I process them. âAnd that scares me, okay? I-I donât want to be the reason you die or see you die. I canât handle that.â
The frustration slowly leaves my body as it relaxes seeing the man Iâve been crushing on in such a vulnerable state.
âDean,â I whisper, closing the space between us. I rest a hand on his shoulder, making him look at me. âI love you, too.â
He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him as I wrap mine over his shoulders. He buries his head in my shoulder and just holds me like that. I squeeze him just as hard in return, enjoying the comfort he brings. After a while, he pulls back slightly and cups my face in one of his rough hands. I stare wide eyed into his emerald ones shining in gratitude and love. Tired of waiting any longer, I pull him down and press my lips to his softly. Dean sighs into the kiss, lips moving against my own as he deepens it slightly.
Someone behind me clears their throat, causing us to separate in surprise. We both turn our heads towards the door to see Sam standing there. âDid I miss something?â
I laugh as Dean chuckles into my shoulder, placing a kiss there. Dean pulls away smiling as he looks me in the eyes again.Â
âJust walk away, Sammy.â
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I dont CARE that it's November 9th and "Halloweens over" ITS MY BIRTHDAY MONTH ILL POST IF I WANT TOO
Anyway.
Thinking about apocolpse au.
Wade getting bitten by a zombie, Logan freaking out, Wade dying, and him coming back (Again)
"Didn't you just die?? I literally fucking burried you!!"
And wades like:
"Of course. Man, God REALLY hates you dosn't he?"
And he's bassically the same person except just saying, "Rahhah har ran re" (translation: I think the devil doesn't want me either)
"What?? Oh for fucks sake... tell me you're kidding.."
"Rah?" đ€
"Great so now you stink more and you can't talk. Fucking lovely."
"Mmmmh..." đ„ș (would you still love me if I was a zombie?)
"*sighs, blushes and grumbles how insane this is and how much of a bad idea this is* Fine! Come on...."
"Raah!!" đ
And sometimes his limbs fall off because I think it would be funny if you just saw him stop, turn around, pick up his arm and shove it back into place like a dislocated shoulder. (Marvel Magic)
But its very obvious that Wade is still consious and so logan leads him around, puts a leash on him, ties him up when he goes to sleep the first few nights so wade dosn't eat him, sometimes luring him with a piece of his thigh or telling him he'll feed him soon to make him behave.
The only thing about this resource wise is that it seems Wade is a bottomless pit, not ever able to get enough. It's like all the nutrients just pass right through him, so he can't get fed meals daily, but Logan will share at least one bite of his food. It makes Wade so happy and way more "wade like" than zombie.
Logan has learned that the hungrier Wade gets the worse it would be, snapping at logan a few times.
"Grr-"
"Aye! That's enough outta ya"
"GggRah!"
"Hey!! I said no! Bad! Bad wade!"
"Mmmh??"
"Bad!!"
"Mmh....rahah.."
"I forgive you. But stop trying to bite me. I feed you, don't I? I hold your hand and tell you that I love you?"
Wade is actually extremely friendly for a zombie (duh) and still yaps at logan except its nonsense. Logan tries hard to understand him and talk back.
He holds his hand sometimes, even lays next to him only to scold him if he gets too bitey. This is hard because wade already had a biting issue and seeing as he practically ate anything or anybody now it was more difficult.
"...aahh-"
"Wade- No."
"Ggr.. raahh"
"Wade! No! Bad."
"Mmmh..."
"Ill feed you tomarrow. Don't bite me mkay? You wanna hurt me?"
He shakes his head like a dog shaking off from a bath, or that ate a bee.
"Then don't bite me."
"Mmh? Mrah?"
"No. No kisses right now. Im still not even sure if thats safe.."
"Mmmh...đ„ș ahrrah?"
"No, not even a tiny one."
"Mm...đ"
Until Logan grunts and pecks his hand. "There. Happy?"
"đââïžmh"
"Good."
Honestly Logan felt bad, pitited him. No matter what food he ate it wasnt enough substance to sustain him and sometimes Logan would wake up to find him eating a different zombie that made the mistake of trying to eat Logan.
You ever wake up in the morning, lose your zombie boyfriend, call for him only to walk outside and see him knawing on some poor chaps arm like a happy puppy who found a chicken leg? Logan has. Many times. And he wishes his phone would charge so he could take a picture of it but unfortunately theres no electricity in the post apocalypse world.
This being said Logan is like- THE perfect guy for apocalypse au because he can smell everything and hear anyone before they even get to you, he has better wilderness survival skills then anyone I know and he'll never NOT have a weapon on him because of his claws. The only downside is that he's tired easily, needs a lot of food, and would lowkey be withdrawing from his tabccao and alchool, therefore very moody.
"Stupid fucking apocalypse having to happen when im fucking alive!! Why can't I just NOT live through ONE major historical event! Is that too fucking much to ask? One damn decade where everything is fine and dandy and- WADE! Get your ass away from that!! It's radioactive!! For fucks sake!"
"Rahahrah?"
"NO!! You can not become Spiderman! That's not how that works!"
"Aawr..đ"
The whole thing is they're on a quest to find Laura and Gabby, because when everything went to shit, they were on a cabin trip and now Logans brain is itching because he dosn't know where his babies are and its driving him insane. Once he finds them, they're gonna shack up somewhere with food and animals to hunt, and hes gonna make a little shed outside for Wade to sleep because he'll kill him if he bites one of the girls.
He dosnt care that much about himself really and he hates himself deep down for not being able to trust wade anymore but even wade dosnt trust wade, sometimes wandering off on purpose, staying about 30 feet away from him at all times, growling and giving Logan that glazed over look of unconsiousness. The only good thing about this, though, is after he removes himself from the idea of hurting Logan (because if logaj were to become infected - HA! Your all fucked. Utterly fucked. The whole humanoid species would go extinct because he'd kill anything that moved) he feels more trusting of him and it's not uncommon for them to hug after either. Afterall Wade- Some how???- is still wade and is very affectionate and sensitive when its not returned.
This whole thing also makes him think worse about himself, kicking reflective objects or staring at himself in a shop window in utter shock and disgust with a face of 'thats me..?' While logans raiding the place for supplies.
Did you know zombies can cry? Well, Wade could. Not a lot, only able to get a bit of liquid from dehydration, but sometimes Logan will catch him just... sitting there.. crying. Upset with himself for being bit. Upset with himself for trying to bite logan all the time. Upset at how ugly he is. Upset that he's starving all the time. Upset that he can't even talk to anyone, and Logan just has to guess what he's saying 90% of the time. Bro is literally
When they DO find Laura and Gabby, the girls are doing great. Laura was going to blow wades head off until Gabby ran in the shot, hugging him instantly, only to be ripped away.
"Of course my dad is the weirdo married to a zombie." Laura grunts, but is secrelty happy that wade is still 'alive'
Gabby, being as young as she is, thinks it's so SICK that her dad is a zombie now, giggling when he talks to her and holding his hand. She's not allowed near him for long, and not at all by herself, but Gabby bassically becomes Wades number one supporter, defending him when he messes up and snaps at laura.
"He's just hungry!! He's not bad! It's not bad to be hungry!" She'll say. "You wouldn't kill me if I was hungry.." she tells her bigger, more survival oriented sister whos suggested putting wade out of his misery, for his own sake. "I tried that... he found me again 3 days later." Logan tells her with a pang in his chest. It had taken everything in him to kill him the first time, and sobbed himself to sleep the next 2 days. By the third when he noticed Wade following him from a distance he couldn't believe it.
Not even the apocalypse could keep them away from each other..
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hey, realtalk? these past few months have been genuinely butt And ass for reasons i wont get into, but reading your stuff has helped more than im able to put to words. thank you- and take care, okay?
Nah, I get it. Sometimes you just need something just for you, a break from reality and stress.
Where I Belong Pt 6
IDW Bluestreak x Reader
âą One hand anxiously hovering against your legs where youâre perched on his shoulder, he tries to walk slowly so you canât possibly fall. Not that itâs helping with his worries, his spark stuttering in his chest when you lean out to look around, wishing you were safely in his hands. But youâd asked and he hadnât been able to tell you no. Door wings stiffly out, he steps into the rec room and you lean into his neck at the sudden noise and press of Autobots milling about. Rocking to a stop, he presses his servos against you. âThis okay? We can go back.â
âą His servos are warm against your upper thighs, head tilting but you know he probably canât see you where you are. âYeah. Iâm good,â you manage, slightly unnerved by the loud chatter. Knowing there were others, you just hadnât imagined how many. How in the world had they managed to stay hidden so far? Laying a palm on his chin, you catch a distant glimpse of another human walking along the top of a table, bending to lay their palms on the arm of another Autobot with flickering blue panels on the sides of his helm. It feels almost like trespassing when he reaches with his other hand to brush the back of a servo against the humanâs cheek in an openly affectionate touch. You almost pitch backwards off of Bluestreakâs shoulder when he starts walking again. Away from those two even though you turn slightly to try to watch out of curiosity. Because that hadnât looked like an interaction between a captor and a captive at all.
âą Heading toward his usual table, he lifts a hand in greeting to Hound, Cliffjumper, and Bumblebee. Reaching up to coax you from his shoulder, he rumbles softly as you slide into his hands willingly so he can lower you into the table. âYou brought your human out?â Bumblebee asks, leaning his arms on the table to peer at you and Bluestreak has the almost irrational urge to reach for you again and pull you to him. He forces a cheerful smile instead. âI wasnât sure if mine was ready for so many Autobots,â Bee adds with a sheepish grin as he stretches out a servo in greeting. âHi.â
âą âHi,â you mutter, uncomfortably aware of their curious stares as you reach out to awkwardly pat the tip of his servo and just catch Bluestreakâs door wings twitch up at the contact from the corner of your eye. And instead of going to fetch one of the weird glowing cubes the others have, he sits abruptly. Hadnât the whole point of this trip been for him to refuel? Or had he just said that to get you to agree to be shown off to his buddies like a new puppy? Somehow you doubt that, especially when he lays his hand on the table so his knuckles are almost brushing your leg. Is he worried about leaving you with his friends? Heâs still smiling, but his expression doesnât look quite right. Giving up, you use a palm to push at his servos until he opens them and then sit in his hand, leaning into his warmth and he relaxes, door wings dropping some. So he was worried.
âą Servos curling slightly around you as you sprawl in his open hand, his anxious tension fades away. Because you chose him over Bee and the others. Wanted to be near him. âHowâd I get the broken one?â Cliffjumper grumbles, running a hand over his face. âMine just cries.â Thatâs right. Not all of the humans living in the Ark are happy to be around Autobots. Heâd heard whispers about Cliffâs and Prowlâs not coping well, but he understands. If their roles were reversed and he was your captive against his will? Would he be as adaptable as you are? Able to smile for you? That would be terrifying, wouldnât it? To have no say and no freedom suddenly? His servos flex and you lay a hand on him, head tipping to offer him a smile he doesnât deserve at all, but that still soothes away his unease for the moment.
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Only Yoursâ Fratboy!Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader
summaryâ based on this request.
warningsâ jealous!reader, possessive!reader, sub!nicholas, ass slapping and grabbing, praise kink, marking, choking, hair pulling, overstimulation, oral, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, fluff
You had agreed to go to the party, but only because your boyfriend asked you to. Frat parties werenât usually your scene, but the way Nicholasâ eyes had lit up when he asked you had made it impossible to say no. And besides, having his hand on you while you danced together, his fingers resting on your hip and sometimes wandering to squeeze your ass, made it all worth it.
At one point, you left him to go to the bathroom and grab a drink. You got caught up chatting with a friend, which took a bit longer than you expected. When you turned back toward where you left Nicholas, your heart sank a little. A group of three girls had surrounded him, clearly flirting and trying to get his attention. One was pulling on his hand, another had her hand on his shoulder, and the third was leaning in way too close, laughing a little too loudly.
You watched as he tried to politely shrug them off, his expression nervous. He looked around, clearly uncomfortable but not wanting to be rude. You could see him saying something that must have hinted at you because all three girls suddenly glanced over in your direction. They seemed disappointed but finally backed off, one even winking at him before walking away.
When you made your way over to him, he turned and saw you, his eyes widening. âIâoh my god, I am so sorry, I didnât know what to do! I tried to tell them, really, but they just kept going and I- I didnât want to be rudeââ
âNicholas,â you interrupted softly, reaching up to touch his arm. âI know. I know youâre innocent and I know it wasnât your fault.â You could feel your heart pounding a little, not just from the jealousy that had been building but from how sweet he looked, his face all worried. His cheeks flushed as he took in your words.
The party eventually died down, and you both left to head back to your dorm room, Nicholas still looking at you guiltily every few minutes as you walked. âI swear, I tried to tell them right away. I didnât even know what to do when they got so close like that.â
âNicholas,â you cut him off with a sigh, squeezing his hand. âItâs fine. Youâre sweet for worrying, but really, you didnât do anything wrong.â He could still sense something simmering under the surface.
He gave you a relieved smile but still looked a bit nervous. âI just, I donât want you to think I was interested in them. I only have eyes for you.â
As you both got settled in your room, Nicholas seemed to sense there was still something lingering between you two. He watched you carefully, brow furrowed a little as if he was trying to read your mind. âHey, uh, are you jealous?â he asked quietly, giving you a knowing look. He knew you far too well for you to brush it off.
You sighed, unable to hold back the truth. âMaybe just a little.â
He blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting that. âYou? Jealous?â
âYeah,â you admitted, trying not to laugh at the way he seemed genuinely stunned. âBut honestly, itâs fine, because Iâm the one who gets to be with you tonight. Not them.â
His cheeks flushed, and he looked down shyly, a small smile playing on his lips. âI mean, thatâs true.â
You leaned in close, your voice low and confident. âAnd now Iâm going to show you who you really belong to, because itâs me, not any of those bitches, or anyone else.â
His breath hitched, and you could feel him tense a little, his eyes searching yours. Before he could say anything, you climbed into his lap, letting your hands trail up his shoulders. You captured his mouth in a slow, deep kiss, then moved down to his neck, leaving soft kisses and feeling his pulse quicken under your lips. You found the spot where he was most sensitive, and as you started to leave little marks along his skin, you could feel him shiver, his hands coming up to hold onto you, his breaths coming quicker.
He let out a quiet moan as you left a trail of kisses and a few dark red marks down his neck. âWhen they see you tomorrow,â you whispered with a smirk, âtheyâre going to know exactly who you belong to.â
As you held Nicholas close, you leaned in with a teasing smile. âNow, be a good boy and take our clothes off,â you whispered, watching his eyes go wide with anticipation. He started with you, his hands steady as he carefully helped you out of each piece, his gaze lingering with admiration. âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmured, eyes soft as they traveled over you.
He reached for the hem of his own shirt, but you gently stopped him, meeting his gaze. âLet me,â you said firmly. âNo one else is ever going to get to do this, just me. You belong to me.â
His breath caught, and he nodded, allowing you to take control, each piece of clothing removed with a deliberate slowness that made the anticipation build between you. When he was fully naked, you let him sink back, feeling his trust and warmth radiate as you knelt down in front of him.
You took ahold of his hard cock, stroking while you took him deep. His breaths grew shaky, and his hands instinctively gripped the sheets as you took your time, letting every reaction, every soft whimper he made, guide you.
âTell me,â you murmured between movements, voice low. âWhoâs making you feel good?â
âYou are,â he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, his whole body shuddering under your touch.
âFuck, and whoâs the only one who can make you feel this good?â you asked, sliding your mouth slowly off him.
âAh- only- only you Y/N,â he gasped. You felt his balls tighten and his fists gripped the sheets harder signaling he was close to his end.
âNow be a good boy and cum for me.â
As he finally released, his eyes met yours with intensity. You leaned up, pressing a rough, lingering kiss to his lips, and felt him relax under your touch, his hands finding your tits as you both held each other close.
âCan I eat your pussy?â he asked, a pleading look in his eyes.
âWhy do you think you deserve to taste me?â you teased.
âUmâ because I, uh, because I belong to you, you own me and I have to make you feel good, I want you to,â he said, stuttering.
âWow, youâre learning. Well then get on your knees and do it.â
You switched positions, Nicholas going on his knees and you took his position in bed. You were soaked for him as he pried your legs open, marveling at the sight before him. He attached his mouth to your clit, sucking like he had a point to prove. He did. He was showing you he belonged to you. No other woman would feel what he was giving you.
âThatâs my good boy, donât stop baby,â you moaned, your hips bucking and your hand gripping his hair roughly.
He winced at the pain as you dragged him by his hair on where you wanted his tongue but the pain was his pleasure. He sucked your clit with such ferocity, you couldnât hold back even if you wanted to.
âYou make me feel so good, Iâm gonna cum on your tongue baby,â you whimpered.
You gripped his hair roughly, pressing his face against your pussy as it quivered and your release ripped through you. Panting, he sucked every drop of you, gripping under your thighs as your toes curled and his name was on your lips like a prayer.
You pulled him up by his neck as soon as your high subsided, your eyes locking with his. He gasped as you shoved him hard onto the bed, the intensity in your gaze made his pulse race. Though he was used to your dominant side, something in your movements tonight left him wide-eyed and blushing.
You climbed on top of him with a look that silenced any thoughts he might have had. âLet this be a constant reminder,â you murmured, running a finger down the dark red marks on his neck then resting your hand around it possessively, âof who the fuck belong to.â His face flushed, and he nodded, breathless, clearly under your spell.
As you sank onto him, his hands gripped your waist instinctively, holding on like heâd fall apart otherwise. His gaze flickered between your eyes, filled with admiration and a hint of that familiar shyness.
You ignored the burning stretch you felt, bouncing roughly on his cock as his moans grew louder and louder.
âB-baby, please s-slow down, god, Iâm gonnaââ
âShut up and take it,â you murmured, your hand squeezing his throat harder and making his head spin.
Your ass slammed onto his cock, the feeling making him gasp and plead, he wasnât going to last long.
âPlease baby, Iâm gonna cum,â he sobbed.
âYou donât cum unless I tell you to, take whatever I give you.â He nodded his head frantically, not wanting to disobey you. Your hips moved in a circular motion driving him crazy as he focused all his energy on holding back the cum threatening to explode from his cock.
You licked the side of his face making his eyes roll back and he knew if you didnât tell him to cum soon, no matter how much he tried, he wouldnât be able to hold it.
âOh fuck, you always stretch me so well,â you moaned, your hips grinding on his cock.
He couldnât even form a sentence if he wanted to, all he could do was moan and sniffle, tears pricking the corner of his eyes as the pleasure become too much.
âHold me Nick,â you moaned.
He did as he was told and your body shook as you came all over his cock. The feeling of your juices drenching him made him sob and plead.
âPlease Y/N, please, please, please baby, just let me cum, just this once,â he begged.
You leaned down, your voice soft but firm. âSince youâre begging so nicely, cum inside me,â you whispered, placing a soft bite along his jawline. He drew in a shaky breath, as if heâd been waiting to hear that.
âT-thank you, thank you so much, youâre so incredible.
He moaned deeply, the sound going straight to your throbbing pussy and he squeezed your ass, bucking his hips up as he practically exploded inside you. He whimpered and sobbed, his cum seeming to be never ending. You didnât think he had ever cum that much in one sitting.
You held him close to you as he shivered underneath your touch, his cock still twitching and throbbing inside you.
âWow, you came so much, my sweet boy, you did so good for me.â
You kissed all over his sweaty face, wiping the small tears that rolled down his cheeks as he stared at you in complete awe.
Easing off his cock, you both gasped and he watched as his cum oozed out of your pussy. You lay beside him, bringing his head onto your chest and he held you close, his breathing slowly going back to normal.
âI definitely know who owns me now,â he chuckled breathlessly, âand mâsorry again, Iâll do more next time.â
You only responded with a smile, kissing his forehead then his lips, a silent acceptance.
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pairing: husband!jaehyun x fem!reader
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tags/warnings: fluff, angst (only cause of jaehyun's enlistment :/), smut!, oral (f receiving), eating out, tongue fucking, fingering, sucking, biting, clit play, orgasm, kissing/making out, bald jaehyun, rough jaehyun, they call each other husband & wife
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a.n: this was a request by a lovely reader! was really eager to get it out, but since i only upload during the weekends i had to leave ya'll waiting ă
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. anyhow i hope ya'll have a great weekend (my week was shitty & to top it all off i broke my phone's screen haha). i so miss jaehyun like it's abt to be a week but it feels like years! ahh, i'm saying a lot again, i love you & stay safe ya'll! jiji out đ€
only two days left!
you couldnât believe it, your husband, jaehyun would enlist very soon. time went by all too quick, one moment it was made public and the next heâs already getting his haircut. you eagerly awaited his arrival, getting a message a while ago from him that heâd be back home in 15 minutes.
you werenât gonna lie, you were kind of stoked to see him with his buzzcut. however you were also sad, 18 months without seeing your husband everyday felt like torture. you grew attached to jaehyun, the longest youâve gone without seeing him was when he was abroad on schedules.
âiâm home!â his voice shouts from the door.
you get up, walking over to the doorway. when you reached the doorway, your eyes widened. your hand goes to your mouth, covering it. you were at a loss of words and not in a bad way.
jaehyun rubs his buzzed head, smiling shyly. âhow is it? does it suit me?â he asks.
you enthusiastically nod your head, ânever grow your hair again.â
jaehyun chuckles at your answer. he turns to the mirror that was next to him, checking himself out. his hands stroking his head, feeling his hair prick him. jaehyun, oblivious to the heat that was creeping you, through you.
you muttered his name breathlessly, capturing his attention. it was then that jaehyun wasnât so oblivious anymore. he knew that look in your eyes, he knew it all too well. both of you inching a bit more towards the other until lips came crashing with one another.
you moaned when his lips came onto yours, tongue intruding right in. his hands traveling down your back, leaving a burning blaze in their wake until they stopped at the curve of your ass. his grip was possessive, almost as if someone were going to take you away.
you were against the wall being devoured by the predator in front of you. you were lost, feeling euphoric until an obnoxious thought invaded your mind. heâs leaving in two days, you thought. the thought leaving your eyes watery, until the water fellâ tears. jaehyun parts from the kiss when he tastes something salty, he comes face-to-face with your teared face. his heart breaks from a moment, bringing your body to him as he warmly embraces you. he whispers sweet words to you, reassuring words. his lips kissed the top of your head, making their way to your eye where he pecked it.
âi love you,â he whispers, bumping his forehead on yours.Â
you smiled, muttering the words back to him as you met your lips with his again. falling into him once more, legs wrapped around his waist as he guides you further in the home. he places you on the dining room table, departing his lips from yours with a string of saliva.
jaehyun tugs at your pajama bottoms, taking them off along with your panties. jaehyun groans, seeing your cunt, all wet and hot for him already. he wastes no time, dropping onto his knees as he places your legs on his shoulders. his hands gripped onto your thighs as he licked his lips before licking your sweet pussy up.
one lick, one was all he gave you before taking his lips to kiss and nip your inner thighs and around your pussy lips. jaehyun loved to tease, seeing you squirm and beg for him.
âj-jae,â you moaned, bringing your hand to his head. his hair too prickled you, but you didnât mind.
jaehyun had a change of plans, feeling nicer tonight, giving in to your cute moan. he brings his tongue to your aching cunt, licking it up, savoring its taste before pocking at your entrance. he was getting ready to fuck you with his tongue, but when your legs wrapped around him you felt his hairs prickle you, causing small fit of giggles from you.
jaehyun stops, pausing to look at you. he doesnât say anything, going back shortly after to what he was doing. the tip of his tongue teased your entrance. the fit of laughter stopping, replaced by moans. you squirmed, trapping his head.
âstop moving so much, if you move again i wonât let you cum,â jaehyun says in a sultry tone, eyes looking into you so seriously.
it was like you said, jaehyun loved to tease you, loved to find you desperately pleading for him to give you what you most desired.
you tried your best to stop moving, biting your bottom lip as his tongue works its way inside your gummy walls. you felt as his tongue stretched your walls, wiggling its way inside you before thrusting into you so deep.
you almost squirmed, almost fell into the temptation but you knew jaehyun would keep his word and not let you cum.
you chant his name when his tongue grazed over your g-spot before continuing to do so a second and third time. his tongueâs pace increased as his thumb began working its way with your clit, and not to mention the cherry at the top: his hair. oddly enough his hair pricking at you was a pleasurable sensation, one that you grew to love already.
jaehyun moans something against your cunt, the vibrations sending you over the edge as you clench around his tongue. you moved, it was brief but not brief enough to escape jaehyun. his tongue parts from playing inside you, jaehyun too parts from your sensitive cunt, getting up to face you on top of the table.
âi thought i told you not to move,â his voice dips low, it was oddly attractive. you repeatedly apologized, tears in your eyes from the all the tongue fucking. Jaehyun couldnât think of anything more eye pleasing than how you looked right now, the way he loved to see you.
he grazes a finger in between your pussy lips, swirling it around your entrance to tease you. âlook at me, arenât i a good husband for letting my beautiful wife have another chance?â he questions as he brings his mouth to your ear, biting it.Â
you arched your back as his finger intruded inside before another one went in. his digits reaching you so deep, finding your g-spot. jaehyun works his mouth through your body, kissing your tits over your tank top until it reaches your clit. he pecked the sensitive bud before sucking on it, biting it gently as his fingers worked ruthlessly in you.
you didnât move, not even a centimeter instead you moaned, and moaned loudly. you moaned praises to jaehyun which only ignited him more. you could hear the lewd squelching noises you were omitting with every thrusting of jaehyunâs fingers. he groans against your clit when he feels your gummy walls clench around his fingers.
âcome on wife, you can cum now,â he says as he departs from your clit, âdo it now before i change my mind.â
and so with a tug on your clit and a couple thrust, you finally came. you unleashed all over his hand, managing to capture some of his face as well. a small laugh escapes jaehyun as he gets up, eyes locking with yours.
âdidnât hold back, huh,â jaehyun teases, smirking at you as he licks up your sweet juices.
you tried catching your breath, getting up to sit. you could feel the orgasm you just had in between your legs, but that was the least of your concern. your eyes traveled down jaehyunâs body, stopped in one particular spot.
âand now itâs your turn my dear husband,â you say, slurring the word husband as you palmed his hardened member through his jeans.
the look in jaehyunâs eyes changed, he easily gets you into his arms. jaehyun carries you into the bedroom, dropping you on the bed.
âdonât even think about sleeping tonight, wife.â
© jhdyuiee
2024. 11. 09
final a.n: it was short but i hope ya'll still enjoyed! heads up, i'll be posting a poll in a few hours about next weeks release so please vote if you can (hint: my next jaehyun fic). that's all i got to say for now, i'll be back veryyyy soon, hehe! jiji out's đ€
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The Perfect First Date
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Female Reader
Summary: Rooster watches you go on failed date after failed date, often being the one to rescue you with a ride home at the end of the night. When you tell him you've never experienced proper romance, he's shocked, and makes it his mission to take you on the perfect first date, he just wasn't planning on falling for you in the process.
Warnings: fluff, some strong language, that's about it i think
Length: 4k
You shivered as you stood outside the restaurant, silently praying that you wouldn't bump into the disastrous date you'd just left as you waited for Rooster to pick you up. He was always your first call in situations like this and it seemed like he really didn't mind. Often, if he knew you were going on a date, he'd wait up for you to make sure you were okay. He'd told you that once after a few drinks at the Hard Deck.
You and Rooster had been friends for a while, ever since you both got called back to Top Gun. You'd never been close while you were both actually at Top Gun, but with the stress of the mission you'd all been called back for, a close friendship between the entire group blossomed. Of course, you'd had a major crush on him back when you'd studied there, but you'd never tell him that. You and Phoenix laugh about it sometimes, he'd never even glanced your way at Top Gun, and now the two of you were great friends, go figure.
You shivered again as the breeze got stronger, before finally seeing Rooster in his signature blue bronco. You grinned and got in the car, fastening your seatbelt quickly.
Rooster chuckled, "Somebody's in a rush to get home." he said as he pulled away from the restaurant.
"You bet your ass I am." you replied, finally feeling comfortable enough to relax, "I swear, that might be the worst date I've been on yet."
He rolled his eyes playfully, "And where did you meet this guy again?"
You paused, "Tinder." you muttered.
He slowed the car as the lights in front of him turned red and shifted to face you, "Most of these 'dating app' guys are only after one thing, you know that right, sweetheart?"
Your stomach always did a flip when he used nicknames like that. Even though you were definitely over your childish crush, you also weren't blind. Rooster was hot and there was no denying it.
You ran a hand through your hair and leaned your head against the window as he began driving again, "I know. For once I just wanna be, I don't know, romanced."
Rooster frowned and glanced at you, "Romanced? What do you mean?"
You shrugged and gazed out of the window, "I guess I want to know what it feels like to be taken on a proper date, something really cheesy, you know? Like where the guy buys me flowers and everything-"
"You've never had a guy buy you flowers?" he cut in, shocked.
You turned to look at him and shook your head, "No. Never."
You could see the gears turning in his head as he continued, "So, hold on, you've never had anything even remotely romantic happen to you? Ever?"
You tried to think, but ended up shaking your head when you realised that you didn't have any striking romantic memories at all. All your life, work was your main focus. Of course, you'd had a couple relationships, but you'd never been surprised with a planned date or a romantic weekend away, and they mostly ended up dumping you in the end anyways, often saying you were 'married to your job'.
Rooster huffed as he pulled up to your apartment, parking and turning the engine off before facing you, "That's just... That's insane, everyone deserves romance."
You chuckled slightly, "I guess it just doesn't happen for some people, Rooster." you shrugged slightly and opened the passenger door, climbing out of the car, "Thanks for saving me again, see you tomorrow night for drinks?"
He nodded and watched as you walked into your building, wanting to make sure you were safely inside before driving away. You were on his mind the whole drive home. Well, not you specifically, it was mostly the fact that you were really missing out. He wouldn't tell most people this, but he loved romance and being romantic in general. Hell, for him that was the best part of a relationship.
Okay, maybe not the best part.
When he got to his place, his mind was set. He was going to teach you that romance can happen to anyone, it just takes a decent man to do it. Then, maybe you'd stop going on these shitty dates and meet someone who actually deserved you.
The next night, he made his way to the Hard Deck like usual. You were already there with the rest of the squad, but he had to stop on the way. He glanced down at his passenger seat where a bouquet of roses lay, again huffing to himself that no man had ever gotten you flowers. What type of shitheads had you been dating? He pulled up and parked, quickly grabbing the flowers and making his way inside, looking effortlessly cool with his aviators hanging low on his nose.
He saw you immediately, sat by the pool table and chatting with Phoenix. He took a deep breath, wondering why he felt so nervous all of a sudden. It's not like he was asking you on an actual date, he was just doing this to help you out.
He walked towards you and you turned as you saw him, eyes glancing down to the roses held tightly in his hand, you grinned, "Don't tell me you're on Tinder now too, who are you meeting tonight?"
He stopped in front of you and Phoenix and held out the roses, "You."
You took them from him gently, you face frowning in confusion, "Me? Wha-"
"I've been thinking a lot about what you said last night." he began, as Phoenix looked between the two of you confused, "It isn't right, so.. I'm going to romance you." he smirked.
Phoenix raised her eyebrows, "You're gonna what?"
"Rooster, what are you talking about?" You asked.
He straightened up, his smirk breaking into a grin, "I'm going to take you on the perfect first date, show you how it's done." he said, "I'm going to raise your standards, sweetheart."
There was the stomach flip again.
"So," he continued, "tomorrow night, 7 o'clock, be ready." he winked, before turning away and joining Bob and Hangman at the pool table.
You slowly smelled the roses he'd given you, trying to hide your smile. Phoenix snorted, "I don't know what's going on, but looks like you're pleased."
You cleared your throat and quickly placed the roses onto the table near you, shaking your head, "It's not like that, we're friends. He's just being dramatic."
Phoenix nodded and rolled her eyes, "Typical Rooster."
Later that night, Phoenix approached him at the bar, "Please explain what your plan is here."
He took a sip of beer, "What are you talking about?"
She gestured to you, sat chatting on the other side of the room, "This 'perfect first date' shit," she chuckled, "seriously Rooster, what are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that she needs someone to treat her right for once so she can stop dating assholes-"
"What then? Date you instead?" she smirked and crossed her arms.
Rooster frowned, "That's not-" he grunted, glancing at you across the room, a fleeting thought entering his mind of what it would be like to date you.
Phoenix smiled, patting his shoulder, "Don't go catching feelings." she smirked as she grabbed her drink and walked away.
Rooster chugged the rest of his beer. You were friends and you had been for a while, if he was going to catch feelings, he would have already. That's what he told himself as he ordered another beer.
-
When it hit 7 the next night, you really didn't know what to expect, or where all of this had come from. You knew Rooster was a gentleman at heart, so maybe your words had struck a nerve in him. Either way, you decided you had nothing to lose, this was just one friend helping out another.
The buzzer in your apartment rang, and knowing it was Rooster you let him up, opening the door once he knocked.
"You know," you said, grabbing your purse from the counter behind you, "I could have just come down to meet you."
"No way." he replied, holding out his arm for you to take, "The guy always comes to the door."
You chuckled and rolled your eyes, taking his arm as you both walked downstairs to his bronco. You reached for the handle of the passenger door but Rooster beat you to it, opening it up for you to get in, "Are you serious?" you giggled, as you climbed in the passenger's seat, "This is old-school stuff, no one does this anymore."
"Correction," Rooster began, leaning over you to buckle your seatbelt. He paused by your face, "None of the assholes you date do this anymore." He noticed your cheeks redden slightly and suddenly found it difficult to look away. He smiled slightly before straightening up, "The right guy will."
He shut your door and made his way around to the drivers seat, then buckled his own seatbelt and turned on the engine.
You bit your lip, "You know, it's really nice of you to do this Rooster but-"
"Rooster?" he frowned playfully, "This is meant to be a first date, sweetheart, it's only right you call me by my actual name."
You chuckled slightly, before sighing in defeat, "Fine. Bradley."
Rooster could've sworn he felt his heart skip a beat as you said his name. He was pretty sure it was the first time he'd actually heard you say it, maybe aside from when he'd first met you in the early days of Top Gun. He was so focused back then, wanting to be the best of the best, that he'd never spoken much to you. He liked the way it sounded, he'd always thought you had a sweet voice and a part of him wanted to hear you say it again. He shook his head a little, reminding himself of the situation.
"Good." he said curtly, clearing his throat, "You wanna put some music on?" He grinned and glanced at the stereo, "Press play."
You raised your eyebrows at him, before giving in and pressing play, causing one of your favourite songs to come blasting through the speakers. You quickly turned to him in awe as he explained, "I remembered that one night I played this for you at the Hard Deck on the piano, I know you love it, so I got the CD."
You smiled brightly at him and again, he struggled to look away, especially once you started singing along. He sang with you, glancing over at you whenever he could, until the song ended.
"Perfect timing," he said, "We're almost there."
You glanced out the window as the beach came into view. Rooster saw you were confused, but it only spurred him on, excited to see if you would like what he planned. A part of him really wanted to impress you. He parked up as you turned to him, "The beach? Rooster what-" He cleared his throat to cut you off and you sighed, "Bradley, what are we doing here?"
Yep, there was no way you were ever calling him Rooster again.
He grinned, "You'll see," then he quickly got out of the car and rushed to open the passenger door for you, holding out his hand, "M'lady," he teased.
You couldn't help but laugh, taking his hand and stepping out of the car. He opened the back door and pulled out a picnic basket, before taking your hand in his again, "Ready?" he asked and you nodded, walking alongside him towards the beach.
You both walked in silence, but it wasn't awkward, in fact it felt comfortable. Rooster glanced down at your hands, he liked how big his were compared to yours, but somehow they fit perfectly together.
Eventually he stopped, reluctantly letting your hand go and placing the basket onto the sand, "What do you think, sweetheart? This a good spot?"
You chuckled and nodded as he took out a blanket and laid it carefully on the ground. You both sat down and he placed the picnic basket in between you, "I hope you're hungry, I got all your favourite things."
He opened the basket and you peaked inside, seeing all of your favourite snacks as well as a bottle of wine, "How did you even know all my favourite foods?" you asked.
He grinned, "I asked around." he reached into the basked and pulled out two wine glasses, "Would the beautiful lady like some wine?"
Your cheeks felt warm as you nodded and watched him pour you a small glass. You took it from him as he poured his own and once he was done, he turned back to you, "So, tell me about yourself."
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What are you talking about, you already know me."
"Nope," he tutted, "This is a first date, right? I don't know anything about you yet, but I want to, that's the whole point."
You chuckled, "Wow, most of the time the guy just goes on and on about himself."
"That's because they're shitty guys," he grinned, "So, tell me about yourself, even if I've already heard it, pretend I haven't."
"Okay, uh," you paused and tried to think, "well, I'm a pilot in the Navy."
"A pilot, huh?" Rooster nodded slowly, trying to pretend this was news to him, "And what's that like?"
You smiled, "It's.. a lot. I love it though, I wouldn't give it up for anything." Rooster's smile mirrored yours, because he felt the same way about it, you continued, "Some of the guys I work with can be a real handful though."
His head tilted to the side and he smirked, "Oh really?"
You nodded, "Especially this one guy, got a real silly callsign too, something like.. Duck? Chicken?"
You giggled and he snorted, "Silly huh? Nah, I bet he's cool, gotta be handsome too."
You pretend to think it over, tapping your chin in thought, all the while your smile never left your face, "I guess he's okay." you shrug eventually, taking a sip of wine.
"Just okay?" Rooster raised his eyebrows as you giggled. He'd always know he loved your laugh, but somehow he loved it even more when you were laughing at something he'd said. It was the third time so far he had to remind himself of the situation.
"Fine, he's very handsome." you grinned, "Maybe not as handsome as Hangman but..."
Rooster chuckled, shoving you playfully, "Shut up." he laughed, secretly hoping that wasn't what you actually thought.
You sighed dramatically, "At least Hangman actually acknowledged me while we were at Top Gun."
Rooster smiled slightly, "Guess I just knew how much of a distraction you'd be back then."
You snorted, "Or you were going through a moody teenager phase."
"That's probably true, yeah." he nodded slowly, chuckling to himself.
You smiled, "It's fine, that was years ago anyway. I'm glad we're friends now."
He smirked, "Friend-zoning me on the first date? That's just cruel, sweetheart." You giggled again, and Rooster felt his smile get bigger. He realised he'd never had a date where the conversation flowed so easily, even though this wasn't technically a 'date', he wondered if things would be different if it was.
Your rested your head on his shoulder as the sun began to set, "Wow." you said in awe, "The sunset's beautiful."
Still thinking everything over in his head, Rooster nodded, glancing down at you. He could see the sunset reflected in your eyes and you looked so relaxed, content, "Yeah it is." he muttered, even though the sunset was the last thing on is mind.
A little while later, you'd packed up all the food and walked back to his car. He put the picnic basket on the back seat and opened the door for you again. You'd playfully rolled your eyes at him but said nothing, getting in the car quietly, feeling slightly disappointed the night was almost over.
Rooster noticed himself driving slower than usual on the ride back, trying to soak up all the time with you he had. He tried not to think too much of it, telling himself it was nothing as he arrived at your apartment. He walked you to your door, again insisting it was the 'gentlemanly' thing to do.
"I'm curious," you said, as you both stood in front of your apartment door, "All this tonight, is this actually the kind of thing you do on a first date with a girl?"
Rooster nodded, "A first date is important, sweetheart, I like to make a good impression."
You chuckled, "What about at the end of the night? How does the great 'Bradley Bradshaw' end the perfect first date?"
He smirked, "Well, for starters, I don't kiss on the first date, I wait until at least the second, it's just the way I was raised." he said, taking a step towards you, "but, there is something I do to, uh, leave a lasting impression."
You raised your eyebrows, "Go on."
Bradley smirked, agreeing to show you, "Okay so," he took a small step forward, so the space between you was nearly non-existent, "I gently tuck a piece of hair behind her ear," he said, doing so as he said it, "I look deep into her eyes and then I lean in to whisper," his voice was low as his lips came to your ear, "I had a really good time tonight, I'm hoping you'll let me see you again soon."
He moved back so was looking directly at you, your faces only inches apart, noses almost touching. His eyes felt stuck on yours and he felt this.. tug. Like he could easily just lean in and-
"You are so cheesy!" you giggled, pulling away from him and unlocking your door.
He cleared his throat, snapping out of whatever moment he was having, "It may be cheesy, but trust me, it works."
You rolled your eyes and stood in your door way, "I did have a good night tonight though, so thanks... Bradley. I definitely feel romanced now."
He shook his head slightly, forcing a smile, "No problem, sweetheart. Goodnight."
You smiled and said goodbye, shutting the door behind you as you walked into your apartment. Rooster really had delivered on his promise of the 'perfect first date', even he knew that as he stood looking at your door. He was about to knock, but decided against it, making his way back to his car instead. He didn't even know what he was planning to say, it was that stupid tugging feeling again that had almost overtaken him.
He barely slept that night, his mind was stuck on you and how much fun he'd had. Sure, he been on other dates but this one was so easy. He thought he'd have to force himself to be romantic with you, but in reality, it had felt like second nature to him as soon as he realised that all he wanted was to see you smile. That and the cute little surprised look you'd gotten on your face when you'd seen that he'd brought all your favourite food. Even when you were both singing in the car, he felt himself wishing it was an actual date.
He tossed and turned, thinking back to your time at Top Gun, back to when you two weren't friends. All this time you'd thought he never noticed you, but that was the problem. He had noticed you back then, you were hard to miss, he just couldn't let himself get distracted like that, plus he was still working through all the issues he had, so it was easier for him to not look your way. And now you were just friends. Friends.
It was around 3am when he woke up to a startling thought.
He had wanted to kiss you. He'd been so close until you pulled away and now all he could think about was what it would be like.
Damn.
He was so fucked.
-
Rooster tried to avoid you at work, but that only made him feel worse because he wanted to see you more than anything. You eventually found him at the end of the day anyways, walking up to him with a smile. How had he never noticed how pretty your smile was before. God, he was really spiralling.
"Hey!" you grinned, "I haven't seen you all day!"
"Yeah." he cleared his throat, "Sorry, been busy."
You nodded slowly, but the air felt tense and awkward. "I really enjoyed the other night, you've really opened my eyes, Bradley, or I guess I should get back to calling you Rooster now, right?"
Rooster shrugged, trying to seem as casual as he could, "Yeah.. right."
You smile, "Okay, then Rooster, guess what? I've got another date, and not from Tinder this time."
He stiffened, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, "Oh really?"
You nod, seemingly pleased with yourself, "Yep, it was a real meet-cute too. He helped me reach a top shelf at the supermarket and ended up asking for my number."
Rooster frowned, he didn't want another guy reaching high shelves for you, he could do that just fine. He didn't want you on another date with a guy at all. He really wanted to kick himself, he never would have felt this way if he hadn't taken you out. Then again, the more he thought about it, he'd always had a soft spot for you. Why else would he go out of his way to pick you up on a date night, instead of going out on a date himself. If he wanted to go out with someone, he definitely could, he'd been given enough numbers at the Hard Deck to know that.
He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from you, "Well, I hope it goes well."
You laughed, "I don't know. You've set the bar way too high now, as soon as he disappoints me, I'm leaving."
Rooster internally hoped he would disappoint you as you said goodbye and walked off down the hall, heading home for the day. A thought came to mind that if you were together, he'd be joining you on your drive home. Maybe you'd both stay up together and watch a movie, order some takeout, then after..
He blinked a few times and shook his head, trying to clear his mind quickly. Once he was home, he had another sleepless night, the thought of you with someone else nagging at him.
-
The night of your big date, Rooster found himself sat with his friends in the Hard Deck, checking his phone every few minutes in case you needed him to pick you up. The longer it took for a text to come, the more riled up he got, wondering if it was going well, if he was going to have to see you both together anytime soon-
"Stop moping." Phoenix chuckled, interrupting his thoughts. He put his phone back in his pocket as she stood in front of him, sipping her beer.
Rooster scoffed, "I'm not moping, I'm fine."
"No, you're not." she smirked, sitting herself down next to him.
"I don't know what's wrong with me, Nat, I should be happy for her but.." he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, "It doesn't matter anyway, we're just friends."
She snorted, "So you finally realise you have feelings for her but it's too late because she's taken your advice and gone out with a decent guy, you both have really great timing."
Rooster frowned, "What?"
Phoenix put her beer down and faced him, "She had the biggest crush on you in Top Gun, don't tell me you didn't know."
Rooster's eyes widened, "She- No way."
"I can't believe you didn't know!" Phoenix chuckled, "It's just funny, she was convinced you'd never see her like that, I mean, you barely said two words to her our whole time there, and now.."
Rooster groaned, "She had a crush on me all that time and I missed my chance." his face fell into his hands as he mumbled, "I'm such an idiot."
Phoenix rolled her eyes, "Yeah, you are." he lifted his head and looked up at her, "You guys have been walking the line between friends and more than friends for a while now, I don't know how you don't see it, but she has feelings for you Rooster, just like you do for her."
"She's on another date right now with another guy-"
Rooster felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
Hey are you free? Could use some saving right about now.
It was from you. Phoenix read the message over Rooster's shoulder, "Go get your girl."
-
You sat on a bench a few minutes down from the restaurant you'd left. Rooster was on his way, and really this was always the best part of a date for you anyways, joking around with him in the car on the way home. Yet you couldn't help but feel slightly dejected, since you'd really gotten your hopes up for tonight and the guy ended up being exactly like the rest.
You looked up as his bronco stopped in front of you. You were about to stand when the engine switched off and Rooster got out, sitting himself down on the bench beside you.
"You okay?" he asked.
You shrugged and nodded, "I'm fine, guess I just thought he would be different but he wouldn't even look up from his phone." you sighed, "Then he expected me to want to go back to his place, after barely saying two words to me all night! That was when I messaged you."
He nodded, "Good." he cleared his throat, "You had a crush on me back in Top Gun, huh?"
Your eyes went wide, "What? Who told you that?"
He smiled a little, "You know why I wasn't friendly with you back then?" you frowned in confusion as he continued, turning to face you on the bench, "Because when I first saw you, I wanted to ask you out, but I also wanted to be the best, so that had to come first for a while."
"I don't understand," you said, turning to face him too.
He chuckled, his eyes stuck on yours as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear, "I told you, I knew you'd be a distraction."
Your eyes met as you asked, "Wait- You liked me?" Rooster nodded, he was playing with a piece of your hair, twirling it around his finger, "Why are you telling me this now?"
"Because I've realised the crush I had on you never went away, and I've gotten to be the best, so now I wanna tackle the asking you out part." he replied, his hand coming to rest on your cheek.
You raised your eyebrows, smiling a little and leaning into his touch, "The perfect second date?" He nodded as you said, "Okay, Rooster."
He leaned in a little, "I think from now on you should call me Bradley."
You slowly nodded, smiling and muttering, "Okay, Bradley." He smiled back at you, before he leaned in and kissed you gently. His hands travelled from your cheeks down to your waist and his thumb began rubbing circles on your hips. Rooster was in heaven, your kiss every bit as good as he thought it would be.
When you broke away from each other, breathless and red-faced, he tenderly kissed your head. You smiled, "I thought you didn't kiss until the second date."
"If our second date has to be on a random bench for me to finally kiss you, then I'll take it."
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đ Gamerbf!heeseung x fem!reader (fluff ver, kinda) + Jake!mentioned
đ Warning(s): fluff smut. cuteness overload. gamer Heeseung ignoring gf. gf getting slightly annoyed. fluffy. mention of slight panty wetting. slight fingering. grinding on hips. edging, kinda. 18+ read at you own risk ;)
đ 1k word count (not proof read)
đ After waiting hours for your bf Heeseung to get off the game, you decide to take matters into your own hands.
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You grow bored scrolling through your phone while your boyfriend, Heeseung, is focused on his game, like usual everytime you came over. He keeps saying, âJust five more minutes y/n,â or âHold on, baby, Iâm almost done,â and each time you roll your eyes at the lies. Whenever he was losing, he run a hand through his purple strands, signaling youâll be waiting for another game. You wished he didnât suck as bad so heâd leave his poor hair alone. His wavy texture was all ruffled through messy by this point.
As frustrated as you are though , you canât help but feel a little drawn in. Thereâs something about him today. The sight of him, all riled up and sulking, is oddly alluring, making you fall for him all over again. Youâd rather have him next to you and playing games than outside doing things you didnât want to imagine. You take in his appearanceâleaning back in his chair, wearing thin grey sweatpants that leaves wonders for your imagination, paired with black socks and his favorite black hoodie he oftentimes wears. Heâs habitually toying with the hoodie string in his mouth, completely immersed in the screen. Heâs looks in blameless in his focused state, itâs almost adorable watching his bambi eyes glued to the screen.
Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you set your phone down and walk over to him. If he wasnât going to give you attention, you were going to give him yours. His eyes remain glued to the screen as you wrap your arms around his neck, leaving a soft kiss on his temple, then another gentle one on his cheek. You catch his pinks lips turn into a slight grin before going back to a thin line as he tries to focus back to his game. Different method. When you cup his chin, he finally pulls his gaze from the game to look at you.
âMaybe you need a break?â you murmur, placing a kiss on his lips. He responds, leaning in to deepen the kiss once heâs had a taste. His mouth moves with yours, wanting to explore more of your warm mouth.
âHmmâ he hums in between the kiss before one of his hands comes up to the back of your neck, keeping you from pulling away. He deepens the kiss, tongue melding into yours. He brings you around to face him after setting his controller on the counter. Another round could wait. The game pauses and his friend audibly complains on the mic but gets ignored. Pulling you onto his lap, his mic falls to the ground as your mouths stay connected. His hands slide below your waist, then lower to cup your ass. The smooching sounds grow auditable as he guides your hips to grind against him, the fabric of your silk black shorts leaving no room to separate the feel of his thickness underneath you.
Breaking the kiss, he gently tugs on your bottom lip as he pulls away, his gaze locks with yours, the intensity of it making heat pool within you. Youâve always been shy when he did things like this, and he knew it, smirking at the sight of your flushed cheeks. You quickly threw your arms around his shoulders, trying to hide from his intense look, but he only laughsâa deep, warm chuckle rumbling in his chest as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. âYouâre so cute.â He coos, rubbing your back and you laugh through your embarrassment. Youâre glad heâs not poking fun at you for still getting nervous even after a year of being together.
âI should let you get back to your game, huh?â You pull away to look at him but he only shakes his head, pulling you back into his warm embrace âNo, letâs just sit like this for a bit. Jake can wait.â He says, one hand finding itselfway under my shirt and the other buried in your scalp, the massaging action causing you to let out a small moan. He laughs again, loving how easy it is to make you melt from his touch.
âYouâre embarrassing me,â you hide in his hoodie, earning another chuckle from him and continues exploring his warm hands under your shirt. âItâs embarrassing because it feels good?â He squeezes your sides, before a hand roam further down to the waist band of your underwear. Feeling his hand tug on the band, the ticking feeling you feel in your stomach and his hard length leave your senses overwhelmed and mushy. âItâs just-â your voice hitches as begins rubbing his thump pad over the soaked fabric of your panties and you muffled a moan in his hoodie. âI havenât even touched you yet baby and youâre already so wet. Now why is that?â
His thumb continues to moves over your soaking core and you find your hips involuntarily rocking on their own and adding to the pressure. Suddenly, his phone vibrates on the desktop and Jakeâs contact light up on the screen. âShit baby, can we pick this up after I pass this level? We were so close.â His eyes lit up as he remembered what he was doing before you interrupted, quickly grabbing his mic cord.
âSo was I!â You cry out, feeling pleasure slipping away thanks to Jake. Curse him, you thought to yourself as you remained seated on your boyfriendâs lap. He leans you forward, grabbing his controller and quickly unpauses the game. You fix the mic set, putting it over head comfortably and he thanks you, his attention turning back to the game. Ugh, heâs lucky heâs so cute, otherwise you wouldnât be furious that he left you damp over him and would ignored him the whole day.
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authors note: inspired by roman being roman on tonight's smackdown. it was a bit tricky to come up with a scenario to justify these people talking to roman like he's just anybody, so i had to keep some things vague.
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The last thing Solana expected to walk into post grocery store trip was a shit show, but thatâs exactly what sheâs got.
The sound of arguing voices is impossible to ignore, all of them emanating from her husbandâs office. Directing security to bring in the rest of the groceries and to leave them on the counter, she doesnât hesitate to walk into Romanâs office, bypassing the knocking.
Sure enough, sheâs met with her husband, his cousins and Sami Uso arguing down with each other. And not a single one of them seems to be listening to each other. Theyâre all just yelling and talking over each other, Roman, in a surprising twist, not being as loud as the other three.
But, he looks just as pissed.Â
If not more.
Despite having no idea what the source of the argument is, it feels immaterial as she intrudes into the almost circle theyâve formed.
âHey,â she says it too low the first time around, forcing her to raise her volume for the second round. âHey!â As Jimmy and Sami move towards each other, as if theyâre about to progress to something physical, Solana is prompted her to move even closer, her hands raised, separating them. âStop it right now!â She switches to Spanish, a natural thing that seems to occur when she's upset.
The minute, however, that Roman becomes aware of her presence, heâs gently pulling her toward him, away from the other three. She ignores that, instead asking in English, âwhat is going on?â
Itâs probably a silly question, as sheâs almost certain that itâs business related, and Roman has always been tight-lipped regarding a lot of things concerning his work. But, itâs hard for her to ignore this when the tension is literally palpable.Â
In another twist that she wasnât expecting, Jey smacks his teeth, completely ignoring her question and directing his statement toward Roman. âMan, you trippin, Uce! You not trying to hearââ
âKeep fucking talking to me like that, Jey.â Roman sneers, Solana having to place her hand on his chest. More comfort to her than him, sheâs sure. âI beat your ass once, Iâll do it fucking again."
âListen, Roman, manââ
Jimmy scoffs,, moving closer to Sami, shoving him back. âAye, wasnât nobody even talking to you!â
Solana hasnât the slightest clue when the roles reversed where Jey seems more buddy buddy with Sami than her husband and Jimmy. Regardless, thatâs not important right now.
âYou guys arenât accomplishing anything,â she cuts in, shaking her head. Where is Paul? This is definitely one of those moments where he needs to be the voice of reason. âJust stopââ
âIâm not listening to this shit,â Roman snaps, Solana looking back at him as he moves away, turning his back. âWeâre doing it my way, and thatâs fucking final.â
âWhatâs the point of having us around if you just always do shit your way and donât even listen to us?â Jey calls after him.Â
At that, Roman turns around, speaking from a place of visceral emotions. âThen fucking leave. I donât need you. I donât need any of you!â
Her eyes shut as she takes a deep breath. He doesnât mean that. She knows him well enough to know that he doesnât mean that. Heâs just talking out of emotions. Not logic.
âRomanââ She calls after him, but he turns on his heel once again, slamming the door behind him.
Hand to her face, she refocuses on the men, directing, âjustâŠ.just stay here. Let me talk to him.â
âDonât waste your time,â Jey counters, looking just as done as the rest of the men. âRoman refuses to listen to anybody but his damn self, so let him deal with it by himself.â
Nothing about what her husband does should include him handling anything alone. âIâll talk to him,â she repeats. âYou guys stay here. D--donât leave. Please.â
Sheâs not sure if theyâll listen to her, but she canât focus on that right now. Sheâs instead walking out the office, trying to find her husband who she eventually locates in their backyard. Closing the door behind her, she watches how he paces back and forth, hands on his hips, facial expression hiding not an ounce of his anger.Â
Sheâs careful in how she approaches him, waiting a minute to give him some space. But, she can only wait for so long. âRomanâŠ.â
âSince when the fuck do I answer to them?â Itâs a rhetorical question. She knows this, but itâs hard for her to not respond.
âI donât think thatâs what they meant, babyâŠ..â
âIâm the Tribal Chief!â He gestures to himself, again, anger toward the situation. Not her. âI make the plays. I call the shots.â
âYes, Roman, but thatâthat doesnât mean you canât at least hear them out.âÂ
That interjection is what makes him stop pacing, makes him stop and look at her, really look at her. She sees the way his shoulders drop and watches how he diverts his gaze, apologizing, âIâm sorry. You shouldnâtâŠ..you shouldnât be involved in this.â
Probably not, but itâs too late to not be. âIâI donât like seeing you guys argue. YouâreâŠ.youâre better than that, Ro.â Because he is. Because this petulant, petty-like behavior isnât like Roman. Heâs a hothead, but heâs not childish. âI donât know what this is specifically about, and itâs none of my business, but I do think you shouldâshould talk this out. That everyone should apologize to each otherâŠ.including you.âÂ
At that, his eyes go wide. âApologize?â He points to himself. âI should apologize to him?â He scoffs, shaking his head. âSolanaââ
âRoman,â she says it again, voice softening, lips pressed together for a second. âPlease?â
Itâs a tricky, manipulative thing. Sheâs learned that he canât say no to her, and she uses that to sway him over.Â
And once again, itâs worked.Â
âFine,â he relents, and she leans up to kiss his cheek.
âThank you.â He only nods, still looking slightly irritated but walking back into the house.Â
Solana finds herself overtly relieved to be able to play at least a small role in the path to reconciliation. It fills her with pride that she carries with her as she goes into the kitchen to start putting the groceries away as well as get started on dinner.
With the twins and Sami over, sheâs certain that theyâll be staying ovâ
âIâm sorry that I ever let you waste my time with this!â
Solana closes her eyes. Her husband has to be the most stubborn person to ever walk this earth.Â
She closes the cabinet she was loading the canned goods in and moves towards the office, only for a flustered, irritated Roman to come stomping in said kitchen, rounding the island to stand in front of her.Â
âI tried, Sol. I fucking tried, but this is fucking stupidââ
âRoman.â She reaches up to cup his cheeks, holding his face so heâs forced to meet her gentle gaze. âI love you, but you are the single most hard-headed person Iâve ever met.â He cuts his eyes, but itâs an innocent thing. No maliciousness. Or disagreement. Verbally, at least. âI needâI want you to actually try.â
âI didââ
âRoman.â A small smile falls on her face, knowing. She knows him well enough to know they have very different definitions of trying. âIf youâre not going to do it for yourself, or maybe not even meâŠ.â Solana drops one hand from his face to grab his hand, easily guiding and placing it on the swell of her belly. âDo it for them.â
Solana sees it so clearly. The immediate shift in his mood, his disposition, even his stance. Feels the way he subtly rubs her bump, an almost soothing thing for him. Like heâs being reminded of the lives they created, the two tiny humans who they will raise together, bring up the right way.Â
The exact opposite of what they received.
But part of it starts now, leading with the messages they want to send and lessons they want to instill.Â
Roman gets that. Itâs evident in the way he nods subtly. Eyes closing as he leans over and kisses her forehead. âThank you.â
Her smile is small but warm as she gestures to the direction of his office. âGo make things right.â
He just gives her one nod before walking off, and something tells her, he'll come back this time with the relief of having found a solution.
Solana finds herself rubbing her stomach, speaking to her daughters who continue to grow and develop day by day. âYour daddyâs a good man.â She sighs, adding on an almost quietly. âWeâre just going to have to help him from time to time.â
Sheâs answered with a swift kick, prompting a hearty laugh and deepened smile.
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