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Are You Really Okay?
Letâs Make Trouble in the Dream World - Part 5
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Warnings: Just some internal emotional angst (from post-break up). Fluff. Thatâs really it.
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The chill of the night reached under your clothes, making you shiver. You had no idea it got this cold at night here, and so quickly. But, there was someone coming to save you, someone to get you out of the frigid air that you were forced into.
A knight in shining armor. Well, more like a racing suit. A scarlet racing suit.
You made sure to stay in the spot where you told Charles you would wait for him. Hopefully he knew where to find the place, but you werenât terribly far from the hotel, and you were on the Main Street, so he should find you soon.
You gripped the handle of your suitcase, holding on for dear life as your mind re-focused on your life collapsing around you. Sure, Max didn't want you in the hotel room, but what about the apartment you shared together? Where were you going to live? You has sold your condo in your hometown when you moved in with Max, thinking that he was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. But now, you were stranded.
The sound of an engine pulling up along the street in front of you woke you from your internal nightmare. A matte gray Ferrari, most likely a loaner from the team for the weekend, pulled up to the curb. Charles launched from the driverâs side and raced over to you, a distraught look in his face.
Before you could say a word, his arms were around you. One hand supported you between your shoulder blades and the other on the small of your back. He held you as you shivered, feeding on the warmth radiating from him. His muscles were tense, from worry and another emotion that seemed like anger.
When Charles pulled back a little, he studied your face. âAre you alright?â His emerald eyes locked on you. Then, he pulled you closer again. âYouâre shivering.â
âIâm ok. Iâm freezing, and a little emotionally lost, but Iâll be ok.â A numbness took over you. âI-I donât know how Iâm going to get my stuff from the apartment, or where Iâm going to live now.â You let out a shuddered sigh.
Charles took a few steps back, continuing to study you. âCome back to my hotel. There is plenty of space. From there, we will figure this out.â You nodded, not really having any other options. Not that this was a bad option at all. Being around Charles made everything a little less frightening.
You peered over to the car behind him. âNice ride.â Charles turned towards the car and smiled lightly.
âYeah, it was slightly borrowed. Itâs the car that is taking me to the track tomorrow. My engineer is driving me. But, I told him I needed to go out for a bit, and he didnât ask questions.â You nodded, admiring the work of art. You had been in your share of nice cars, but you enjoyed the sleek elegance of it.
âCâmon.â Charles took hold of your suitcase. âLetâs get you to the hotel and get you warm.â You nodded, excited to get anywhere else but that freezing street.
Charles was right about his hotel room; it definitely has enough space for you. Like the one you and Max were in, there was a sitting room equipped with a TV and large sofa. There was a small area with a round, four seater dining table, and a small kitchenette. To the right were double doors, leading into a large bedroom with a king sized bed. There was a large en-suite bathroom, fitted with a soaking tub and shower.
It was beautifully done, like most of the hotels used during the Formula One weekends. There was money, and it was used on the teams biggest assetsâThe drivers.
âPlease make yourself comfortable,â Charles invited softly. âThere are some snacks in the refrigerator, as well as drinks. Please help yourself.â For the first time, he seemed a little rigid, almost shy. He probably never thought you would be in his hotel room, at least not this fast.
You smiled to yourself. You were safe, and you were warm, all because of this man.
Your chest fluttered as you peered into the bedroom and noticed the one large bed. You werenât apposed to sharing that kind of space with Charles. No, but your mind was still humming with the events of the last few hours. It all seemed so surreal. It hadnât clicked that you were in Charles hotel room, that Max had kicked you out, and that your whole life was, well, uprooted.
Arms wrapped around you from behind, and your mind stopped. Charles held you against him, resting his head on your shoulder.
âI know your mind must be making you crazy. A lot has happened so fast. But, you are safe now.â His voice was just above a whisper. You closed your eyes and leaned against his firm chest, resting your arms over his on your waist.
âThank you,â you rasped, working on steadying your breathing. Something about being with Charles made you believe that everything was going to be ok. You werenât alone. Honestly, you felt less alone that you did with Max.
Charles slowly pulled away, then gently spun you to face him. âLetâs get you settled. Iâm sure it will be hard for you to sleep, but you need to try to rest. You have been through a lot tonightâuhâthis morning?â He peered at the large clock on the wall of the sitting room and frowned.
You tensed. âOh my god, you need to sleep! You have a race tomorrow!â You jumped back a bit, totally forgetting that there was a race happening in less than twelve hours.
âY/N, Iâm not worried about me. I will be fine. But, I want you to get some rest. Emotions can be just as tiring as anything physical.â He was right, you did feel tired. Between qualifying, a two hour concert, and the break up with Max, you were beat.
You nodded in agreement. âOk.â You turned your gaze to the bed and froze. You didnât want to assume he wanted you in the bed with him. So, you turned towards the sofa.
âWhere are you going?â Charles huffed. âYou donât think youâre sleeping on a sofa, do you?â He chuckled. âPlease, take the bed. If you are uncomfortable with me there with you, I will happily take the couchââ
âNo, you can be there. I just didnât want to assume.â You offered a smile. He nodded, then guided you to the large room.
Once you settled under the warm, fluffy covers, you rested your head on the pillow. Exhaustion overtook you, making your eyes heavy. You turned to Charles who had just finished settling beside you. He smiled sleepily, sending warm tingles through your skin.
âThank you,â you whispered. Charles scooted closer and reached out, pulling you against him. There was something so natural about being in his arms, about being in that moment with him. You let your body relax as Charles planted a kiss onto your forehead. Then, you let sleep consume you, not giving another thought to the future.
#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader series#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc x female reader#charles leclerc x you#max verstappen x reader
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actually why is the new fop cartoon animated like the ppg special from 2014
#actually i think the ppg one is animated a little more smoothly but its the same kind of. style iunno#also the new main character keeps reminding me of frisk undertale fanart from back in the day#like literally i remember a fanon design that looked EXACTLY like that#anyways. how did i get here i was going down a catman rabbit hole bc nothing is answering my questions about him#like. the public domain character.#i was mostly just thinking about kitten why doesnt anyone use her.#i never read Any of the cat-man comics fcking obviouslyyy maybe i should i dunno. for fun#if i can find them ik there was another neat super old superhero i wanted to read abt but i couldnt find any comics#i dont know if HES public domain pretty sure its been long enough and they had like. copyright issues or whatever w him#so it probably saved some trouble just moving on#. this was a fairly odd parents post im sorry i rambled in the tags about old comic book superheroes
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â ď¸ creaky-freak Follow
i get d/newlyturned can be useful but why are there vamps asking the stupidest questions like how to biteâŚ.. even humans know that u just open your mouth and close it on something⌠not that difficult.
â°ď¸ draculabitme Follow
Iâm so tired of this new generation of vampires. Back when i was turned, if you didnât know how to hunt, you starved. These fucking babybats with their bloodbags and willing victims are defanging the name of vampires.
đ§đť garlicker Follow
why are these vamps asking deaddit anyway, shouldnât they be learning these things from their sire???
đŚ batty-betty Follow
hey, biting correctly can be tricky to master! and some vampires donât have a relationship with their sire where they feel comfortable asking for advice. when i was turned, my sire was my former master and it took awhile to feel like i could talk to her freely. plus, most fledglings are abandoned by their sires these days. i think itâs great that these babybats have a place to figure these things out.
đ§đťââď¸ snacula Follow
op left out the full screamshot anyway
heâs having trouble sucking enough blood from the wound, which is something most fledglings struggle with tbh.
tip to all the babybats: if you feel youâre not getting enough blood you probably arenât sucking hard enough. you gotta really work at it. it takes time to build up the muscles to drain someone within minutes. and if you really want to puncture an artery go right ahead, just prepare for things to get messy haha (and donât expect your victim to live through it)
and here is a site made specifically for newly turned vampires, itâs got all you need to know as a fledgling
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reblogging for that last bit, i struggled with sucking when i was a fledgling and i had no sire to tell me why.
another tip: bite the chest when starting out. you can move on to the neck once youâve gotten a hang of that. and i wouldnât recommend the wrist or thigh as a convenient bite
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Late Night Rendezvous | P.SH
ăpairingă : bf!sunghoon x fem!reader ăword countă : 4.9k
ăsynopsisă : you knew your boyfriend was a very busy man; he was the 'friendly neighborhood spiderman' after all. though you did tend to get annoyed when his superhero life got in the way of his personal life, especially when you had plans for the two of you. sunghoon also wasn't a very big fan of leaving you alone, but he didn't really have a choice. this always leads to arguments; this time, though, sunghoon had enough.
ăgenreă : smut, a tinge of angst, fluff at the end, marvel au, spiderman!sunghoon
ăwarningsă : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, arguments, mentions of blood and fighting, mean dom!sunghoon x sub!reader, degradation, petnames (princess, baby, sweetheart, {some are hidden for surprise}), unprotected sex, choking, slight breath play, teasing, oral (f. receiving), making out, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, fingering, pussy slapping, manhandling, cum eating, slight cockwarming, cervix fucking, overstimulation, slight clit play, multiple orgasms, biting/marking, derogatory names (slut, bitch...), spitting, bondage, implications of multiple rounds, lmk if I missed anything!
ănotesă : this wasn't what I had originally planned for bec's (@yeonzzzn) bday but I wasn't able to finish the other one in time, but I feel like you'll enjoy this one just as much!! happy birthday wifey!! đ¤ I hope you have the best day ever and enjoy it to the fullest!! I love you sm and I hope you enjoy this!!
The bells around campus rang, signaling the end of your classes, so you quickly hopped out of your seat, hoping to run into your boyfriend before he ran off to his next class. Rushing down the halls, you managed to maneuver through all of the other students without running into very many, apologizing when you did.
As soon as you got closer to Sunghoonâs locker, you saw him grabbing a few things while talking to Seonghwa, your senior, who also happened to be your friend.
With a wide smile, you walked over slowly, trying your best to stay undetected, signaling for Seonghwa to stay quiet when he noticed you walking up. When you got within arms' reach, you went to grab his arm. However, in the blink of an eye, Sunghoon had you pinned to the lockers that sat off to the side, hand holding yours next to your head.
âYou arenât slick princess.â He chuckled as he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your cheek before releasing his hold and moving away.
âYouâre no fun, Hoon.â You pouted as you pushed off of the lockers, crossing your arms over your chest, causing both of the males to start laughing at your antics. Your eyes narrowed into slits, glaring at the both of them before turning to start walking off, âFine, Iâm leaving.â
âBaby, wait.â Sunghoon laughed, reaching out to grab your arm and pull you back towards him.
Rolling your eyes, you wrap your arms around his torso, soaking in his warmth. The two boys then started talking about their classes once again, and you just listened, not really caring to chime in.
Then Sunghoonâs body tensed under your hold, his head swiveling around to inspect the area around the three of you. Looking up, you saw the alarm on his face, and you knew something was wrong.
âGotta go?â you asked, and he looked down at you with an apologetic gleam in his eyes. " Go save the city, Spider-Man,â you whispered softly as he leaned down to peck your lips.
âIâll see you tonight.â He promised as he turned to rush out of the door of the university building.
You stood there for a moment, your lips curled inward as you fought with your inner dialogue. Sunghoon had said the same thing countless times, and more than half of those times, he never showed up at your apartment. Though there was a small hope that he would come, you knew deep down that he probably wouldnât be there.
Noticing your troubled look, Seonghwa walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder. " Heâs not gonna show up, is he?â
âProbably not.â You shook your head, lips pulling into a tight smile. Letting out a huff, you fixed your bag before turning and walking down the hall towards your next class, trying not to dwell on it too much.
~
It was nearing two in the morning, and there was still no sign of your boyfriend. You were perched on your couch with a half-eaten bowl of popcorn, watching the new movie that you were supposed to watch with Sunghoon. However, after waiting so long, you just said screw it and started the movie anyways.
Annoyed wouldnât even be the word that you would use to describe how you were feeling right now. No, more like pissed and hurt; those would be better words to use.
Normally, by this time, you would have gotten a message with some excuse from Sunghoon as to why he couldnât make it before telling you to get some rest and that he would see you the next day. This time, though, you had gotten absolutely nothing from the dark-haired male. In fact, your phone had been dry for the last four or five hours. The only notifications you received were from the stupid games that you had downloaded to pass the time.
Ping
The noise almost made you jump out of your skin, seeing as the room had been almost silent. Letting out a shaky breath, you tried to calm your erratic heart before reaching forward to grab the device that lay on the table in front of you.
Turning the screen on, you just saw an email from one of your project partners for chem sending their part. Groaning, you threw your phone off to the side, not caring that it fell between the cushions before standing to take the bowl back into the kitchen.
You tried not to let the whole thing annoy you further as you started washing the dishes, letting the sound of running water calm your nerves a bit. Then you heard a soft click, causing your body to go rigid. Turning the water off, you looked over your shoulder, looking into the living room. However, there was no sign of anyone there.
Drying your hands off, you walked over to your front door to make sure that it was locked, and it was. Eyebrows furrowing, you just shook your head, blaming it on being so late and that you were tired.
âIâm probably just hearing things,â You grumbled as you walked back into the kitchen, your bare feet making soft footsteps sounds on the old creaky floorboards.
Your heart nearly stopped as a hand wrapped around your mouth, muffling the scream that escaped from your lungs. Fear started to fill your veins, thinking that one of those villains that Sunghoon had warned you about had finally found you, but then his scent wafted around you, easing your mind.
âItâs just me, princess,â His voice was low and hoarse, a tell-tale sign that he had been yelling.
Shrugging out of his hold, you shoved him back, anger flaring once more as you turned to look at him with a glare. There he stood in a pair of sweatpants, and a hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, but what really caught your attention was his busted lip and bruise on his jaw. Even if you were utterly and completely pissed, you could help but worry if he was okay.
âWhat the fuck, Sunghoon?â You exclaimed, hands slapping against the bare skin of your thighs. âFirst, you just completely disappear off the face of the earth, then you come in here unannounced and scare the shit outta me?â
Sunghoon looked at you with an apologetic expression, ready to reach out and comfort you, but you just took a half step back. His eyebrows scrunched together, confused as to why you were so angry. He knew you didnât take being scared that lightly, but he had never seen you get this upset over a little scare.
âWhere have you been?â Your tone was harsh, arms crossing over your chest, unknowingly pushing your boobs up. Sunghoonâs eyes flickered down before looking up to meet yours once more.
âThe robbery escalated, so I got stuck there longer than I was supposed to.â He started to explain, watching as your eyebrow raised, a sign for him to continue, âThen, Mister Stark wanted to train with some new tech that he got.â
Your eye started to switch slightly as your glare hardened, âAnd that took until damn near three in the morning?â Sunghoon opened his mouth to respond, but you stopped him by pointing your finger in his direction, âNot to mention we had plans; did you just forget about those? Just like you forgot to even send me a fucking message?â
Sunghoonâs own irritation started to rise the longer you started to shout at him for something he didnât have full control over. He took a step towards you again, only to have you step back and keep space between the two of you.
âDammit, y/n, I didnât have a choice!â He exclaimed, the tone of his voice causing you to jump slightly, âDo you think I wanted to leave you alone when I was supposed to be here with you? Do you think I want to go and fight off some fucking lowlifes all of the damn time?â With every step he took towards you, you took one back until your back met the kitchen counter. âIs that what you really think?â
You scowled, fingers gripping the countertop, âdoesnât excuse the fact that this isnât the first time youâve done this.â You hissed, going to move away from him, not wanting to be anywhere in his vicinity right now, âIâm going to bed; you know your way out.â
Those were the words that set Sunghoon off, his hand wrapping around your bicep, pulling you back between his body and the kitchen counter. His face was merely inches away from yours, his warm breath fanning over your lips and chin. You met his glare with one of your own, not daring to back down.
âLose the fucking attitude and talk to me like a normal person.â He growled, the action causing his upper lip to twitch, showing the point of his canines.
You felt your body start to grow warm, and you cursed yourself for getting turned on despite the current situation. Your knuckles turned a ghostly shade of white the tighter you held onto the countertop, eyes still on your boyfriend.
âLose my attitude? Why donât you learn to be on time, and I might.â You seethed, going to move once more, hoping to just escape to your room before you fell under his touch.
Sunghoon wasnât stupid. He could see the switch in your demeanor, âOh, so you wanna be a brat now?â Then, just like before, he trapped your body with his against the countertop, his hand encasing your throat this time, squeezing lightly.
âHoonâŚâ You whimper in his hold as his knee finds its way between your legs, pressing right against your core.
âI was going to surprise you, and we could watch that movie before I fucked you nice and slow, but now?â His grip on your throat tightened, causing a small pitiful squeak to fall from your lips, eyes starting to water due to the lack of oxygen, âoh sweetheart, you're getting everything but slow, and you lost the chances of me being nice.â
Your mind started to run thinking about all of the different things that he could have done, but it was too late now. The pressure that was building up between your legs was starting to become overwhelming, but you couldnât close your thighs thanks to Sunghoonâs knee being in the way.
âIâm sorry-â You blinked back tears, wrapping your hand around his wrist and eyes glancing up at him.
Sunghoon gave you a mocking pout, head tilting slightly as he looked down at you, annoyance still burning brightly in his chocolate orbs.
âDonât you think itâs a little too late for that baby?â He cooed, letting up his grip on your neck for a moment, allowing you to breathe properly for the time being. Sunghoonâs eyes danced across your face, taking in your teary eyes and flushed cheeks. One of his favorite looks on you, really, so helpless and needy.
He pressed his knee further against your core, causing a choked moan to fall from your parted lips. Then his lips were on yours, stealing the air from your lungs. The kiss was rough and mean as he bit at your bottom lip, eliciting a whine from your mouth.
His hand then left your neck and found the backs of your thighs, hoisting you onto the countertop. Lips moved from yours down your jaw before finding purchase on your neck, hands wandering over your torso. A breathy moan fell from your lips when his fingers touched the inside of your thigh, nails scraping against the skin.
He then moves down your body, hands pulling at your clothes and tugging the fabric off of your body with ease. Leaving your top half completely bare to his burning gaze, lip pulled between his teeth.
âHoonââ
âShut up, I donât wanna hear another pathetic excuse from you.â He growled, slotting his body between your spread legs once more. Your teary eyes met his, seeing the lust and anger pooling in his dark eyes. There was no way you were going to be able to talk your way out of this one, not that you really wanted to anyway.
His lips then find yours again, his pace almost too fast for you to keep up with. A gasp then fell from your parted lips when his hand encased your boob, squeezing harshly. He continued to toy and pinch your mounds until your body was trembling, hand gripping his jacket with a vice-like grip.
Not saying a word, Sunghoon moved from your lips down to your neck before nipping at your collarbone. You whined at the pain, the skin tingling.
Sunghoon watched you with a dark gaze, his lips trailing down the valley of your breast before stopping at the hem of your sleep shorts. Wrapping his fingers around the band, he prompted you to lift your hips. He pulled the fabric off of your body along with your underwear, leaving your body completely bare to him.
You opened your mouth to say something to him, but with a sharp glare from the dark-haired male, you closed it. Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth, watching as he moved further down, his hands spreading your thighs even further until your dripping cunt was completely open to him.
âWell, would you look at that, dripping like a bitch in heat.â He scoffed, running his cool fingers through your folds, collecting your slick on his digits. The feeling makes you whine, hands gripping the edge of the countertop.
Then his warm breath washed over your pussy, causing your walls to clench around nothing. Your hands then move to grab his hair, but Sunghoon is quicker. Grabbing your hand and standing to his feet once more.
He then grabs your other hand, pinning it to the cabinet above your head. The white web-like substance bound your wrists together and to the cabinet, preventing you from moving them.
âHoon.â You whined, tugging against the webs, but it was no use. They werenât going to budge. Sunghoon just moved his hand away from yours before finding your hips and tugging you toward the edge, eliciting a yelp from your swollen lips.
âOnly good girls get to use their hands, but youâŚâ He crouched down in front of your drenched cunt, he then delivered a sharp slap straight to your clit. A sharp moan tore through your throat, tears stinging your eyes. âYouâve been nothing but a bitch.â
You opened your mouth to apologize but were cut off when he delivered another slap to your clit. Tears started to fall down your flushed cheeks, the pain mixed with pleasure making your mind reel.
Sunghoon slapped your puffy clit once more before diving right into your folds, his lips wrapping around your bundle of nerves. The sudden change in action had you sitting there completely breathless, back arching, causing your shoulders to strain from the angle they were held in. Choked moans and sobs fell from your kiss-swollen lips, begging him to slow down.
However, he doesnât listen; if anything, your pleas only spur him on. Sucking on your clit harshly before kitten-licking it, causing your entire body to shudder. Then his fingers were tracing your slit, teasing you further.
âHoonââ A squeak cut you off as he harshly sucked on your clit, almost as a warning.
Your whole body felt as if it were burning, all of your nerves being set aflame as Sunghoonâs mouth worked on your cunt, bringing you so much pleasure and pain all at once. It was making your brain fuzzy, incoherent babbles falling from your parted lips as your head fell back, back arching, pushing your cunt further into his face causing him to growl lowly. The vibration reverberates all throughout your body, eliciting a moan from deep within your lungs.
His free hand moved to grab your hip, pushing you back and keeping you there, which only causes you to whine. Your jaw fell slack as he pushed his middle and ring fingers into your soaping pussy, rubbing your velvet walls slowly. The drastic difference in the paces of his mouth and fingers left you gasping for air, nails digging into the palm of your hand.
âFuck, Hoonie, please!â You cried out, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, only needing just a little push to tip over the edge. Your legs started to tremble around his head, threatening to close at any moment, but he was quick to clock it. His fingers dug into the fat of your thigh, keeping it in place while he continued to devour you.
Sunghoon could tell you were close with the way your walls were squeezing him so desperately. His dark eyes then peer up at you, watching as you completely fall apart on his fingers. His name fell from your lips like a chant as he continued to work you through your high, lapping up all of your juices, not leaving a drop.
âH-Hoonââ Your words got caught in your throat as he found your sweet spot, eyes rolling to the back of your head when his pace didnât relent.
Sunghoon pulled his face away from your clit, watching as your body trembled because of his continuous assault on your sensitive cunt. Eyes soaking in every inch of skin that was exposed to him, the dull lights on your kitchen bouncing off of your sweat, making it look as if your body was glowing. Then he met your hooded gaze, your lips caught between your teeth as you watched him continue to fuck his fingers into your dripping cunt.
Without slowing his pace he stood to his feet, using his free hand to cup your face, thumb pulling your lips away from your teeth. Soft pants and whines fell from your now parted lips as you leaned into his touch, the sounds soon swallowed by Sunghoon as he kissed you.
The kiss was nothing short of wet and messy, as you were too far gone in the pleasure to even remotely think about kissing him back properly. A mixture of yours and his saliva coated both of your chins, a small string connecting the two of you as Sunghoon pulled away.
âCome on, bunny, give me another one.â He chuckled as you rolled your hips in time with his fingers, already feeling another orgasm on the tip of your tongue.
Watching as your jaw fell slack, Sunghoon suddenly got an idea, reaching out with his free hand. He took a hold of your face, squishing your cheeks. Your dazed gaze caught his dark one as he leaned closer to you, collecting a ball of saliva in his mouth before spitting it into yours.
âSwallow it.â He demanded, not releasing his hold until he felt you swallow under his fingertips. âSuch a nasty slut, who knew you were into dirty things, huh?â He berated you, not missing the way your walls were clenching around his fingers.
You mewled at his words, words completely lost to you, when his thumb made contact with your puffy clit, circling the bud in tight circles. Choked moans slipped past your parted lips when you felt the coil in your stomach snap for a second time, creaming all over Sunghoonâs fingers.
âF-Fuck!â You cried out as he worked you through your high, tears streaming down your cheeks before meeting Sunghoonâs fingers that still had a light hold on your face.
Sunghoon then pulled his fingers from your spasming cunt, watching as your walls continued to clench around nothing. Your chest heaved as you tried to regain your senses, but as you watched your boyfriend bring his finger to his mouth to clean them, your mind short-circuited once more.
Humming at the sweet taste of you once more he made sure that not a drop was left. He then reached above you for your hands, tearing the webs off and allowing your arms to drop into his. You let out a sigh as your tense muscles relaxed, leaning against Sunghoonâs firm chest.
Chuckling darkly, he ran his finger through your hair, stopping at the crown of your head and yanking your head back. A yelp of surprise escaped from your lips, and teary eyes gazed up at him as he smirked down at you.
âYou didnât think we were done, did you?â He growled, bringing his face closer to yours, loving the way that your eyes grow wide. A smirk tugs on the corner of his lips as he releases his hold on your hair, then within a blink of an eye, you are lifted off of the counter, legs wrapping around Sunghoon's waist.
Your whines flow right into his ears as he continues to whisper nasty things in your ear. Making his way into the living room he sits down with you in his lap.
You pull away from his neck, eyes wide with curiosity. Utterly confused with what he was doing, his fingertips danced along the skin of your thigh.
Noticing your expression, he smirked before bucking his hips up into yours, eliciting a sharp moan from your pretty lips. Your fingers ball the fabric of his hoodie into your palms.
âHere's the deal, bunny,â He whispered, lips dangerously close to yours. âYou're gonna make yourself useful and ride me, butââ He barely got the words out before you made a small noise of agreement, tugging at his clothes to get them off.
Sunghoon just watched in amusement as you pried his hoodie off of his body, leaving his torso completely bare. You ran your fingers down his chest and abdomen, nails scraping the skin, causing him to hiss, hips bucking up into you once more.
Just as you reached the waistband of his sweats, he grabbed your wrist, halting your movements. Looking up, you met his gleaming eyes, a shiver running down your spine.
âYou even think about teasing. I will make sure you won't cum at all tonight.â His tone was deep, his chest vibrating under your touch with each word. You knew that he meant what he had said, and as much as you wanted to act like a brat for a little longer, you wanted him to make you cum way more.
Curling your lips inward, you nod your head, fingers wrapping around the waistband of his sweat once more. Pulling them down, you released his aching cock, the tip red and angry. Precum smeared all over the head, the light gleaming off of it making your mouth water.
Wrapping your fingers around him, you started moving slowly, listening to his breathy groans, his hips bucking upward despite your weight on his lap. A loud hiss broke through his teeth as you pressed your thumb against his slit, smearing more precum all over the place. Glancing up, you were met with Sunghoon's burning gaze, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.
You relished in the way his eyes bore into you, an unspoken warning that you so desperately wanted to overstep. However, you knew better, so with one last pump of his cock you stood on your knees, lining up his dick with your dripping cunt before slowly starting to sink down.
Sunghoon watched with a hooded gaze as you continued to lower yourself onto him, but he was getting impatient. So he grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against him; the action pulled a high-pitched moan from your lips, eyes rolling back as your nails dug into his forearms.
He gave you just a second before he started moving your hips to rock against him. Leaning forward, he captures your lips with his, swallowing all of the whines you were making.
âNow be a good little pet and ride me, but if you stop.â He nipped at your bottom lip, drinking in the needy moans you were making, âYou won't be coming at all.â
You nodded desperately, your mind already going fuzzy with the way he was hitting all of the right spots. Satisfied with your answer, he leaned away from your body, hands falling away from your hips, allowing you to move freely.
âH-Hoonâ fuck!â You cried out, not caring how pathetic you sounded; there were little to no coherent thoughts in your mind right now. They all dissipated with each drag of his cock along your gummy walls.
Sunghoon didn't say a word, watching you with his lip caught between his teeth, the skin threatening to break at any moment.
Your hands found purchase on his chest, nails digging into the skin as your pace picked up. Thighs burning and trembling under the intense pleasure, but you'd be damned if you stopped.
The sounds of your moans and the wet squelching from your cunt filled the room, ringing embarrassingly loud in your ears. You were sure that the neighbors could hear you if they listened closely enough. The thought, however, only spurred you on, grinding down on Sunghoon with a renowned fever, desperate to make him cum.
âLook at youâŚâ He reached out, cupping your boob in his hand, squeezing harshly, causing your movements to falter slightly, mind reeling from his touch. âYou really are just a bitch in heat, so desperate to make me cum.â He chuckled but was quickly cut off by a groan as your walls squeezed around him. âFuck! You want my cum so badly, don't you, princess?â
You whined, nodding your head like a broken bobblehead, wanting nothing more than for him to spill his seed deep into your womb.
He smiled sinisterly before grabbing your hip with a vice-like grip, flipping your body around so your back was pressed against the couch cushions. Without missing a beat, he threw your right leg over his shoulder, plowing into you like there was no tomorrow.
The sudden change in pace and position left you gasping for air, fingers digging into the back of Sunghoonâs neck when he bent down to latch his lips to your neck once more.
âDon't worry, your pretty little head; I'll give you my cum.â He growled as he felt his high approaching, your walls hugging him so deliciously. âI'll breed you like the little pet you are, fill you nice and full.â Your vision flashes white as his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing harsh circles on it. âFill you so full that, who knows, maybe you'll get pregnantâ fuck!â He cursed as he felt your walls flutter around him, signaling your impending high, âyou'd like that, wouldn't you, carrying my babyâŚâ
His words were just adding fuel to the raging fire in your gut, the little coil so close to snapping, just needing one final push.
Then those few words fell from his lips, leaving you lying there seeing stars.
âYou'd look so pretty carrying my babies.â He huffed out, thrusts faltering as your high crashed over you, legs trembling under Sunghoon's hold.
This was a sight that he would never get tired of seeing; you completely ruined his dick.
âFuck look at you, my pretty little slut.â He reached down, encasing your throat once more before bringing his lips to yours, sealing them in a sloppy kiss as he pumped his seed deep into your womb, purposely pressing against your cervix to make sure it stuck.
He continued to roll his hips into you until he was drained and completely dry, face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as you came down from your high chest, heaving under him.
After a few moments of silence, he raised his head to look at you, his movements prompting you to open your eyes. Glancing up at him, you raised your hand to his bruised cheek, thumb gently brushing over it.
Sunghoon's eyes flutter shut, soaking in your warmth before speaking softly.
âIâm sorry for showing up so late and not messaging you.â He opened his eyes to peer down at you, watching as your eyes flickered all over his face.
âIt's okay, Hoon, and I'm sorry for snapping.â You apologized as well, your bottom lip jutting out into a small pout, causing the dark-haired male to laugh.
âI love you, princess,â He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, which you quickly recuperated, cupping his jaw in your still shaky hand.
After a few moments, the two of you pull apart to catch your breath, eyes still locked on each other. You brush your thumb over his bottom lip softly, scared that you might open the healing cut.
âI love you too, Hoonie.â You offered him a small smile, to which he returned before pressing a kiss on your thumb.
âDid you still wanna watch that movie?â He asked, fingers rubbing soothing circles on your hip, relishing in your warmth as he was still buried deep in your cunt.
You laugh softly before muttering a âmeh,â which causes him to chuckle and shake his head, but then he has another thoughtâone he was sure you wouldn't turn down.
âHow about a warm bath then?â He watched in amusement as your eyes lit up, and you agreed seconds later.
âA bath sounds amazing.â You lean up to peck his lips before releasing your hold so he can move the both of you to the bathroom to enjoy that bath and maybe get another round or two inâŚ
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a kaiju attack spoils date night with bf!hoshina. he is so pissed.
cw: canon-typical violence, swearing, mild angst/fluff, happy surprise ending
"is it just me, or does the vice-captain seem angrier than usual?"
"maybe he's just fired up. there's a lot of yoju for him to take care of," iharu observes, scanning the emptied streets from the rooftop of an evacuated office building.
"you idiots really don't pay attention at all, do you?" shinomiya mumbles under her breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. the rest of the officers with her stare at her blankly. "it's thursday, geniuses."
"is there something special about kaiju appearances and days of the week?"
"not that i've heard of," kafka states, scratching his head with a finger. "did new research come out?"
"maybe it's because of the full moon," haruichi says and the other men look up at its soft shining light, nodding in understanding.
"that makes a lot of sense."
"but why would that make the vice-captain angry?"
"maybe he's a werewolf," iharu whispers with sincere worry. "maybe kafka's not the only shapeshifter in our division."
"it's date night, you meatheads! the vice-captain's supposed to be off-base and relaxing," shinomiya explains impatiently like it was written on the floors in fluorescent paint. "he's probably angry that the attack came right when he usually picks up..."
"picks up who?" the officers stiffen and quickly fall into perfect lines. you smile at their professionalism and try not to laugh at how quickly they changed their gossiping demeanors. "you know, officers, you should be careful about what you say in regards to the vice-captain."
"our deepest apologies, platoon leader," kaguragi monotoned, ever the perfect soldier.
"at ease," you command them. "you have nothing to apologize for. i'm simply warning you of what might have happened had it not been me passing by."
"understood, platoon leader," izumo confirms. "if we may," he continues slowly and you can see the rest of the officers eyeing him warily. "were we...correct in our assumption as to the reason for the vice-captain's mood?"
"the werewolf assumption or the assumption that only shinomiya was correct about?" everyone but shinomiya reddens, looking down sheepishly at the toes of their suits. the axe-wielder straightens her shoulders with a proud glint in her eyes. "to answer your question, it would be the latter," you answer with a poorly-hidden smirk. "he'd barely knocked on my door when the alarm sounded."
"oh, i bet the vice-cap was seething."
"he definitely was," you confirm, recalling the colorful curses he uttered as you both begrudgingly shed your nicer clothes for your combat suits. i was supposed to take off your clothes under different circumstances, he'd lamented. don't go thinking our night is canceled because of this. i'll finish them off quickly for you.
your relationship with hoshina was no secret, considering that he talked about you whenever he was given the chance. every kdf member on base knew you preferred to keep your romantic life as private as possible to avoid questions of power dynamics from higher-ranking officials. hoshina, however, either didn't listen or didn't seem to care. he happily declared thursday nights to be date nights, threatening intense punishment for the officers below him if they caused trouble while he was gone. a static-filled message from the scouting teams sounds in your earpiece and you dismiss the officers, moving to join the vice-captain at the front line.
judging by the slowly increasing trail of dead monsters covering the asphalt, you find hoshina easily as he cuts a clean slice through a fast-moving yoju. you change the frequency on your earpiece so that you're directly connected to his.
"someone's been busy," you remark, pulling the batons from your back and electrifying them with the switch by your thumb. they hum in your hands, electric blue lightning crackling in sync with the released power of your suit. "save some for me, would you?"
"any other day, i would," he replies and you hear him smile despite his annoyance. "but it took me three months to get those reservations, so i wanna finish this up quickly." another yoju falls, your boyfriend a phantom blur in the darkness.
"are you calling me slow?" your hand plants itself on your hip as you continue to watch him cut down enemies, barely moving from your place between the dead kaiju. "i can't believe my boyfriend thinks i'm slow. here i thought you were my biggest supporter."
"that's not what i said," he huffs, the slightest waver in his exhale the only evidence of exertion. "i'm just faster." he pauses for half a second to catch his breath, and you snag your chance to overtake him.
"hmm, i think i'll take over for a second, then." launching yourself from the ground, your feet run perpendicular against the wall of a crumbling building as you close the distance. you can feel hoshina's attention on you while you dodge the yoju's swinging limbs and sink your batons into the skin covering its core, electricity surging through its body as it falls with a loud thud. "how's that, mister i'm just faster?"
"cute," he admits, offering you a hand as you hop down from the monster's head. you're shoulder to shoulder facing opposite directions and catch the challenge in his eyes as you look at him over your shoulder. "but i know you can go harder."
"go your fastest then, soshiro," you dare. his throat bobs as he swallows thickly, a subtle sign that you'd thrown him off. "i'll do my best to keep up."
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"so, this is not how i wanted date night to end up," he says through a mouth full of noodles, slurping them loudly from the bowl on your living room coffee table. "and i'm sorry we couldn't go to that fancy place."
"to be fair, the website didn't exactly update its hours immediately," you remind him. "how were we supposed to know the place got demolished in the attack?"
"true, but i made you get all dressed up for nothing," he grumbles, accidentally dropping a vegetable and splashing broth onto his face. "ow." you snort against your spoon, setting it down in your bowl and swiping over the corner of soshiro's mouth with a napkin. "this was my favorite shirt, too. worst date night ever."
"good thing there's this place called the cleaners, babe." he continues to frown despite your unending patience, letting you clean him up while he indulges in staring at you in your nice clothes. you could make anything look pretty, he thinks, staring unashamedly at you wrapped up in a blanket and covering your going-out clothes. "hey," you murmur, gently grabbing his chin and turning him to face you. "i don't mind."
"you don't mind what?"
"this kind of date night."
"but we could do this anytime," he mumbles, avoiding your eyes. you shake your head, pushing away your food and climbing into his lap, your legs on either side of his hips.
"no, we can't. we don't know how many times we get this in our line of work," you point out with an ache in your chest and he finally blinks up to look at you. "so i'm grateful for any time i get to spend with you, soshiro." his throat bobs again, but he manages to give you a small smile.
"you're too good for me, you know that?"
"if you say so," you shrug, leaning down until your lips barely brush his.
"but, you know," he murmurs and you pull back, staring into his starry eyes. "there's not a lot of nights," he inhales, reaching behind him to grab something from under the couch's throw pillow, "where i get to pull this move."
"what're you--ohmygod." he smirks at you as you blink down at the small box sitting in his hand, covered in crushed velvet and embroidered with gold. "that's-you didn't..."
"i did," he whispers, memorizing every inch of your shocked expression. "so," he pushes open the top half of the box with his thumb to reveal something that sparkles even in the dim lights of your apartment, "please--"
"yes!" you scream before he can finish his sentence, your excitement echoing off the walls as you both break out into wide grins. "holy shit, yes!"
"baby, i didn't even ask the whole question," he chuckles, giving in and slipping the ring on your finger. "what if that wasn't the question i was gonna ask?"
"i'd skewer your head with my batons," you smile sweetly and he hums, admiring the jeweled band in the light. "that was the question you were gonna ask, right?"
"of course, sweetheart," he assures you, finally leaning up to press his lips against yours. "you're the only one i'll ever let keep up with me."
"you gonna marry me, hoshina soshiro?"
"i'm gonna marry you so hard, the entire base will know." you fondly remember your conversation with the officers earlier in the night.
"darling, i think they already know."
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â help me hold onto you ⢠aaron hotchner
fem!reader, unprotected vaginal sex, a bit of angst.
      He knew he would be in trouble whenever he turned those keys. What he wasnât expecting was how big the trouble would be. He had no idea he would open the door to three bags full of clothes and other things he left at your place as the months passed, waiting for him.
      âDarling? WhatâWhat are these?â He asks even though he knows the answer, hoping you want to at least talk about it before making any harsh decisions. Youâve been in a relationship for almost a year now and it works. It always worked.
      Normally you wouldnât drink before an argument, still when he gets to the kitchen he sees you calmly sipping on a tall glass of wine, fingers tapping on the table, hair up, face clean but red, you were in your pajamas already, nothing like you probably looked hours before.
      âWhatâs the only thing I asked of you, Aaron?â You donât move, donât glance up at him, eyes focused solely on how the purplish red liquid moved in your glass, taking a big sip right after.
      Aaron sighs in frustration, he didnât want this to become a fight. He was so tired. âI know, Iâm sorryââ
      âAnswer the question, please.â
      âDonât make promises I canât keep.â He takes his tie off quickly, suddenly feeling suffocated by the fabric surrounding his neck. Thatâs why your relationship worked, you knew he was busy and his schedule was unpredictable, so very early on you accepted it as it was, saying you wouldnât be mad at him as long as he didnât break any promises. If youâre not sure, donât promise me you will be able to make it.
      First months he wouldnât promise you anything, too afraid to break it, to disappoint you.
      He watches as you take the wine in a mouthful and refills the glass, the bottle now empty and starts getting frustrated, youâre a loud drunk and youâre surely already getting tipsy.
      This was the first time he slipped up, it didnât need to be such a big deal, it didnât avail to having his things right at the door as if he was getting kicked out. All the other times he promised he could take time off, he did it. JustâTeens were getting kidnapped, the team needed him.
      âWe saved two girls today.â Low blow. But it was true, he wasnât back in time because of that, he got on the jet instead of staying back to do that. To save two thirteen year old girls. Not some futile reason. It had to count for something.
      âIâm proud of you for that, Aaron. Are you proud of me? For the promotion we were supposed to celebrate with my boss? Or are our accomplishments only worth it when itâs about saving someone?â You raise your voice only slightly, the alcohol from the sweet wine getting to you slowly and then all at once.
      You always tried your best to keep your voice down when arguing with him, simply because he never raised his, and it could be an endearing feature if it didnât look like he did it to look like the rational one, the right one.
      âThatâs not what i saidââ
      âI know what you said. You want to make the fact you let me down okay because you did a wonderful thing someplace else. Thatâs not how it works.â You open the second bottle of wine of the night, feeling his eyes on your back. âI want you to leave.â
      âYou know this is ridiculous, youâre acting like a child.â Sore spot. You were a few years younger and that had never been a problem. But he couldnât go back now, he could see the anger darkening your eyes, your knuckles turning white by the strength youâre using to grip on the edge of the table.
      âHow am I a child?â You begin slowly and keeping your voice down, you get up finally from the chair you had been sitting, facing him directly, his instincts make him try to touch your arms, but you dodge it quickly. âWe had an agreement. You broke it. Am I a child for not giving you permission to hurt me again?â
      He knows youâre about to snap, your chest coming up and down in rapid breaths, and he doesnât feel particularly in the right, he knows he screwed up and heâs sorry, but your reaction is out of proportion to him, an exaggeration made to make him feel more guilty than he already does. âI said youâre acting like a child. The one time things donât go your way and youâre packing me out?â Aaron almost feels the sharpness of a slap but heâs quick enough to grab your wrist. âSee? proving my point.â
      âHow many times do I have to accept you screwing up so I can be seen as mature?â You yank your arm out of his grip and go back to your drink, âSame times as Haley? How many times did she forgive you so you could go around and do it all again?â
      Lower blow.
      Hotch feels it right in his core and heâs angry at you for bringing up but more so angry at himself because you were right. Still, it is anger nonetheless that guides his next actions, quickly and firmly walking up to you, caging you against the table in sudden movements.
      Your breath hitches from the surprise, and your attempt to move is stopped by his roughed hands on your chin, firm but never close to hurting. âIâm not leaving.â You wince, not in fear of him, but of how easy he can make your mind go blank when heâs that close.
      His eyes go from your eyes to your lips, he notices your failed attempt to conceal the way you licked your lips, he glances at your chest, heavy breathing under your thin pajama shirt, nipples hardening against the fabric.
      Damn you for choosing wine.
      Hotch reads your mind almost, but his smirk doesnât last too long displayed on his lips, your hands pulling him by the neck, a low groan followed by a âFuck thisâ leaving your wine tasting lips just mere seconds before gluing to his.
      Eager to get your forgiveness, he is quick to follow your lead, both hands sneaking under your clothes, one down the waistband of your shorts, grabbing hard on the flesh of your ass, the other drawing soft circles on your nipple.
      You melt into the kiss, his lips, his hands, his scent, him. And you have no time to feel bad about it, pulled up to sit on the table, legs around his waist, you can feel how hard he is against your wetness.
      A pained whimper leaves his lips when you use the new position to grind onto him, needing something, anything against your clit at this point.
      Aaron sinks his teeth into your bottom lip to get your full attention, earning a loud moan in response, his hands travel your thighs and you pull his shirt out his pants so you can feel his skin under your fingertips, not bothering to unbutton them and working with what you got under it.
      His lips travel your neck and your collarbone, âI love you, so, so muchâ. His declaration comes in between kisses and the sucking of your skin, âPlease donât make me leave after this.â It comes in a whisper now, but he doesnât stop, pushing your shorts down and sliding it down till it drops to the floor with your help.
      âJust shut up and take your pants off.â
      âYou know I can only do one of those.â It makes you laugh and you sink your nails to the bit of fat on his side, the tiniest bit of annoyance at how easy he had you in the palm of his hand and how he didnât even seem to know it truly.
      On the edge of the table sliding his hard cock into your folds was an easy feat, pants, shoes and his boxers long gone, his socks stayed on almost making him lose balance as he feels just how wet you are. He drops his head, forehead on your shoulder
      âFuckâOh my god, you are so wet, youâre always so wet for me.â It isnât arrogant, itâs appreciative almost, you move his head so you can look at him, hot, sweaty already, cheeks so red as his eyes were glassy, the mix of lust and love and regret clear in his dark caramel irises.
      You kiss him once more, sweet, forgiving and he takes this as his sign to continue, pushing you down the table, Hotch holds your thighs for support, plunging his cock into your wet cunt with ease, bottoming out at the first thrust. You enjoyed the stretching pain and you never had the patience to wait.
      Lower lips between your teeth, you slide one of your hands to your clit, two fingers working your arousal, quickly replaced by Aaronâs calloused fingers. You arch your back and moan loudly, âFuck, yes, and move.â
      It feels like an order and for Hotch it is one, he is delighted to oblige, maintaining the same finger moves on your clit and beginning to fuck your pussy, strong, firm and precise at first.
      âHoney, fuckâPleaseâŚâ His begging is meant to warn you that if you keep clenching around him he wonât be able to control himself, you almost donât listen, fingers working on your own nipples enjoying the high he is always able to get you in.
      âAaronâIâm⌠Fuck, donât stop, youâre so good.â
      The praising, the guidance, the reassurance, it makes the moans leaving his lips seem like whining, he enjoys it too much.
      âYeah? Like this?â The way your hands try to grab him is enough answer to him, along with how tight your pussy is throbbing against him, youâre almost there, he can feel it.
      His movements on your clit get sloppier, the sight and sound of your wetness against his digits making him go insane. Your back arches once more and your whole body begin to squirm, the tight coil in your lower belly finally ripping, âYes, fuckââ Youâre breathless, weak, but you still have it in you to edge him in, âAaron, baby, cum for me, please.â
      He would be crazy to do anything but, so quickly you ask him and his hands are hoisting both your legs over his shoulders, getting a new, deeper position, it doesnât take long for you to feel him filling you up, âI canât live without you, youâre so, so good for meâ His lasts broken words before letting himself go.
      You donât move and neither does he, his dick softening inside you, his hands caging you in the table and his head dropped to his chest, both just trying to recover.
      âAaron?â
      âYes, sweetheart?â
      âYou can stay.â He looks at you with nothing but love and happiness and gratitude, âBut if you screw up again do not try fucking me into forgiving you, Iâll chop your dick off.â
      âYou like it too much to do that.â His grin is sincere, feeling finally free to joke around you, he gets out of you and you whine at the loss. âSee?â
      âBite me.â
      âGladly.â
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tags : 18+!!! mdni! escorts , sex work , reader ! sex worker , vaginal sex , finger fucking , finger sucking , porn with feelings , brothels , oral sex , save a horse ride a whattt
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billy was a virgin, surprisingly, he didnât have time for a girlfriend, and the quick fucks from the escorts never enticed him much. many offered, when he would stop quick at towns for a simple beer or to take care of thingsâ he would typically get stopped by the escorts dressed in their gorgeous silks, tight corsets, and sleeves that fall off their shoulders so easily it has your fingers itching with desire to fix it. it would make even the most sane man turn mad, and somehow billy never allowed himself to fall for it.Â
not until now, an escort stops him before he walks in a bar, âhow old are you, dear?âÂ
â19, âbout to turn 20,â his voice is smooth and sweet, southern drawl sweeping out with ease.Â
the girl hums out, tipping out of the way to allow his eyes to another girl standing far behind her, you, âyouâre too young for me, dear, you should talk to her. she can show you a good time.â
typically billy would say no, offer a few coins for their efforts and simply walk into the bar like nobody had offered. but something was different when his eyes fell on you, you werenât like the other escorts, quick to talk to the men and get some money for the events that take within the confines of the motel walls. you were rather looking off in the distance, your position more reserved rather than comfortable. it had him wanting to know more.Â
to be fair, billy was bored these days, all he did was travel and go from town to town, never leaving a mark on those behind. other than his wanted posters, which by the way, had an awful drawing on it. how the hell was he ever supposed to get a girlfriend with drawings like that made about him? each step is slow, calculated, as he moves over to you. he notices that mid way, your attention seems forced away from him.Â
are you afraid of him? he tips his head in your peripheral, easily looming over you, âdarling.âÂ
your eyes snap to him almost immediately, widening as if you didnât think it would truly be him, yet you mumble out a, âhoney.âÂ
âlady over there told me to talk to you,â his head tips up, blue eyes piercing into you, even through the deepest of the night.Â
âi donât want trouble,â you finally turn to him, the smell of musk and gunsmoke filling your nose as he bites through the toothpick in his mouth, âi hear youâre wanted.âÂ
âwanted, but not trouble,â he corrects, smirk tugging at his right lip, âyou donât gotta tell anyone.âÂ
âwasnât planninâ on it,â your voice is so sweet, it nearly has him doubling over. youâre teasing him, clearly, but billy has never backed down to a challenge once in his life, he can bet on that.Â
his eyebrow twitches upright slightly, âhow much for thirty minutes, beautiful?âÂ
âyou can satisfy me in thirty minutes?â you tease, smile widening at your own joke.Â
his head cocks to the side, and he canât help the way he licks his lips, cockiness coursing through his veins, âi probably could in ten.âÂ
you canât help the way your flesh feels like rubber over molten, cheeks flaring to a new maroon that you hadnât expected. your eyes dare to match his, the lust unsheathed in the teal of his eyes, âthirty will be just a few coins.âÂ
his hand moves to your jaw, tipping your head up further to look at him with ease, now you have no choice of looking away, âyou donât think i can in ten?âÂ
âi doubt it,â your skin is hot underneath his touch, despite your bold demeanor.Â
âweâll see.âÂ
âđâËâšâĄ
the motel carried the same smell as it always did, the mix of mustiness, smoke from cigars, and whiskey. billyâs gut churned as you led him to the room that you always rented, surely, he was cocky at firstâ then he began to worry if he would even be good enough. he was a virgin, after all, and heâs sure youâd been with mostly experienced men. he doesnât say anything once the door opens, seemingly every worry dissipates as you look back at him with a different look, your lashes flutter over your eyes with ease, the look is more seductive, siren like.Â
if you were a siren, consider him the sailors in those tales, lost in the tides and addicted to the song that oozed out your vocals.
he allows you to guide him to the bed, sitting him down on the thin, firm mattress with your hands lingering on his shoulders, âwhat would you like me to do?âÂ
âiâd like for you,â he trails off, eyes tracing down your body, âto get on your knees.â
your hands leave his shoulders as you ever so slowly kneel down, every movement is well thought out, calculated, your body flowing in the most seductive ways. despite your lowered body, your eyes still remained up at him, the sudden doe look in your eyes making his legs spread ever so slightly. his hand is gentle when it touches your cheek again, pinky lining underneath your jawline as his thumb threatens against your lips.Â
itâs dangerous, the way you look at him, like your gun is being drawn to him with your finger teasing the trigger.Â
âand?â you add, his thumb teasing your now open lips. he tried not to flinch when your mouth encased his thumb, the warmth wetness of your mouth enveloping the skin. he finds himself unable to speak, unable to wonder whatever he wantsâ he wants to be stuck in this moment forever, it was greater than any other treasure he had come across. you were so good at your job, it made him want to know the lengths of your skills.Â
âsuck me off,â he finally speaks, gentle to remove his thumb from your mouth.Â
it was a statement that you were used to, the firm tone, the expectation to get to it immediatelyâ yet you are somehow surprised when it comes from him, itâs less firm, not like a demand but rather an offer, and there wasnât a feeling of being rushed. for a man who seemingly had no time for women, he surely had a way to talk to them, to be gentler with them, unlike the other men. it was always cowboys who had the better ways of treating women, respectful with every word, or touch. his eyes are heavy on you, the curtains of your eyelashes blinking up to him, your lips tinted a sweet rouge due to a patted on lipstick, and he finds himself pushing his thumb across your lips, smudging the burgundy ever so slightly.Â
your hands smooth over the fabric of his pants, fingertips teasing the leather of his belt which accompanied his gun holster as you palmed him through his slacks. the touch of the leather was rich, sturdy and every loop was clean cut, rather than loose and falling apart like many belts you had undone before. you hear him groan as your hand gently pushes against his clothed cock, his back stiffening ever so slightly as a chill runs up it.Â
he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly as you undo his belt, your fingertips threateningly close to his gun holster as you pull the leather from the metal to loosen it. a chuckle vibrates from his chest, voice lower than usual, âcareful, princess.âÂ
he lifts his hips as you tug down his pants, boxers following soon after to slip down to his ankles with ease. a hiss escapes him as soon as his hard dick is released to the cold air, with the opposing blow of your warm air on his tip. he was already so hard, as if he had been aching for a day like this. his hand moves to wrap around his base, hips scooting closer ever so slightly.Â
âopen,â his voice is husky, yet velvety, like the thorn of a rose to the petals.Â
youâre quick to allow your jaw to fall slack, tongue smoothing out past the burgundy that coats your lips, as if you expected his next command. he taps his tip against your tongue, biting back the groan that thunders inside his every limb at the feeling of the warm, wet muscle. he allows you to take the lead, your tongue following the underside of his dick, memorizing each vein. when you reach his tip, you press a few sloppy kisses to it that has his breathing roughen, allowing you to open your mouth once more and take his length inside.Â
he sucks in a deep breath, a hoarse groan escaping past his lips when he exhales, allowing his teeth clench on the thin wooden toothpick that still remained in his mouth. his head tips back when you hollow your cheeks only mere seconds into sucking him off, his hat slipping off his head and falling onto the plush of the bedsheets.Â
his breath becomes ragged with the more you bob your head, allowing the tip to reach the back of your mouth, to the throat. his free hand moves to pass through your hairline, gripping at the beginning of your hair, even through your updo, loosening the tightening of the strands. the muscle in his arms flex underneath his short-sleeved button up, veins popping out every time you reach the base.Â
âgood girl,â he breathes out, the whimper that vibrates around his cock making his release come quicker than expected, hand bunching up your hair as he has to move you back, off his dick to stop his orgasm. he heaves, noticing the way strips of saliva connect your mouth to his dick. he moves his hand from your hair down to your lips, watching the way your mouth instinctively opens then closes around his fingers, sucking them in with pure ease.Â
he allows you to wet them with your saliva until he pulls them out and mumbles a soft, âcome.âÂ
he helps you up onto his lap, the metal of his gun is a cooling sensation on his heated skin as he moves back, reaching under to toss his gun elsewhere. he had his guard down now, despite the large bounties on his head, he was too focused on you, and giving you the pleasure that you deserved. as you straddle him, his fingers dared to touch the bottom of your dress, threatening to raise, âmay i?âÂ
your eyes are tantalizing when they meet his, like the threatens of the deepest lust lie within them, and billy is willing to dive in, âyou may.âÂ
his hair is messy now, like he never took off that damn hat, and when he didâ he didnât bother to fix the hair underneath.
every movement is careful, meant to be more meaningful than a quick fuck, he raises your skirt until his eyes catch on to a white lace garter thatâs propped around your upper thigh. so sweet, the purposeful placement of it all, itâs like a prize for whoever gets to raise your skirt. as you sit on his lap, your arms rest on his shoulders, a hand threatening the skin on the back of his neck as his hands move back around your waist, through the silk of the corset to the strings that hold it together on the back. his eyes are stuck onto you as his fingers begin to tug at the tie of the strings, they were in a harsh knot, but billy always knew his way around things.Â
kissing clients was typically a line many of the women wouldnât dare to cross, sometimes not even you, but the way his eyes kept tipping down to your lips had you threateningly close to the now faded line. as the laces of your corset loosen, your head tips down to where your lips barely brush him, you can smell the mint already before even getting a chance. your lips move to close around the toothpick that he kept in his mouth, moving to spit it out and he was quick to chase your lips. as soon as you had spit out the toothpick, his lips finally pressed against yours, allowing your freshly manicured hands to curl through his brunette hair.Â
the fresh smell of your rose and jasmine was quick to his nose as he inhaled you up close, tongue teasing against your lower lip ever so carefully. there was a certain thirst that billy found himself feeling as he moves to spread your mouth open with his own, allowing your tongues to both clash, the mix of spit and remnants of mint and a cigarette becoming prominent to the taste. he wanted to drink every word from your lips, to suck in your siren song like his life depended on it.Â
when your hips bucked up against him, needy to feel a form of friction, it had encouraged him to finally free you from the confines of your corset. your lips part when he breaks the kiss, his lips trailing kisses down to your jaw, throughout until he meets your neck, the softness of his kisses making it feel as though doves were flying through the confines of your body. when his lips begin to move to suck on the delicate skin, you hiss, âdear, dear, you canât leave marks.âÂ
âyour rules or brothel rules?â he murmurs against your skin, moving to toss away your corset onto the floor.Â
âbrothel rules,â you hush out, and you feel his lips curl onto your neck.Â
âthen âm gonna leave as many marks as i want,â he falls back into your skin, lips taking in the skin between his teeth as he moved to mark you as his own. the desire to have a prostitute as your own was a dangerous game, but billy had been a part of many dangerous games before, and now he was pulling all his money in with the unluckiest of cardsâ yet he still finds himself with the pride of feeling he will win. his lips pause at one of the pulse points on your neck, noticing how your heat beat quickens, and flutters, was this typical?Â
he wasnât sure, but he finds himself praying itâs a good thing. he chuckles as your hands are desperate to unbutton his shirt, pushing each wooden button through the loops with ease, you had done this a million times before, this is the only time your heart is thumping in your chest when you do, though. he moves his hand down to take a hold of one of your wrists, âeasy, girl, easy.âÂ
âyou said ten minutes,â you remind him, smile dripping on your lips.Â
âmm, i want longer than that,â he helps you unbutton the last few before taking off his shirt, noticing how your eyes trail down his figure.Â
âjust sayinâ that because you canât make me cum,â you break into a soft laugh against him, and he canât help the way a small smile curves his lips as he takes off the dress that you were wearing. your body is alike to the statues you could only dream of seeing in those beautiful stories about gods and women who ruled. women who were worshipped, even as billy knew you for mere minutes, he found himself wanting to kneel at your altar, to worship the ground you walk on. to make you cum would mean more than he imagined at first, he wanted to be that man, to pleasure you in ways others havenât.Â
his fingers slip underneath the hem of your panties, immediately exposed to the wetness underneath as it coats his fingers, âcanât make you cum yet youâre so wet for me, hm?âÂ
you bite your lip, allowing your hips to sway against his fingers as pleasure envelopes your every thought almost immediately. though billy wasnât quite sure about what exactly to do, he had heard the other cowboys speak of this, and he hoped it delivered as much pleasure as they said when he dips a finger inside of you. youâre loose around him, wet, yet sucking him in so easily. heâs quick to add another, finding his rhythm almost immediately and getting cocky with it. he dares to let his thumb tease the edges of your clit, as if he didnât know it was there and he was merely looking for somewhere to place it.Â
he notices the way your nails dig in to his scalp, biting your tongue so hard that crimson may bleed from it with ease.Â
billy had kissed many women, been on the brink of sex, and yet none have reacted the ways in which you do. they were quick to show how they react, every emotion not blanketed behind a curtain of embarrassment but now, despite it being your job to over exaggerate the pleasure, you found yourself shy to make noise. he moves to allow another finger to push inside of you, the pink velvet of your insides encasing his fingers with ease. he hears you gasp when his fingers threaten to curl, and he allows himself another smile. his thumb moves to your clit again, and thatâs when your grip becomes lethal, biting your lip no longer becoming a guard for your moans.Â
âplease,â you mumble out, whimpering.Â
âplease what, princess?â youâre putty in his hands, and heâs kneading you with ease.Â
âi.. i need you,â you moan out, to be saying this to a wanted man, one who has killed, and committed theft, as well as escaped from prisonâ it was something you swore to never do. yet you were having sex with him and his touch felt so gentle it was as if it never happened, how could a man so dangerous be so kind? you feel a vein pulse from his neck as he finally pulls his fingers out, his eyes following yours as he moves his hand up to his mouth, allowing his fingers to move in between his lips and the taste of you to savor his tastebuds.
your pupils dilate at the sight of him tasting you, skin warming before you can even realize that youâre moving to take his fingers out, replacing them with your tongue as your mouth presses against his again. his hand falls on your waist, other hand guiding his dick to your cunt as he deepens the kiss to feel you moan against his mouth. your tongues fight for dominance, each movement a hunger of itâs own but yours falls submissive as soon as his dick slides into you with ease. your velvet is tighter around him than he expected, and he feels the vibrations of your whines against his tongue, mumbling a small, âyouâre so bigââ against his lips.Â
once you reach his base, you pull away from his lips, a mere string of saliva connecting you both like a lifeline.Â
now you have the lead to take, your lips connecting with his neck to leave marks on him, you wonder how the other cowboys will react as your hips start swaying on his dick, riding him with ease. will they laugh at him for all the prominent hickeys? thereâs no way he could hide it, youâve heard billy had girlfriends all around in many different towns and parts of the state, what if he went back to them and they saw all the marks? it would trace back to you, youâre sure of it, but something about that fills you with a sense of pride rather than fear. youâve always adored the outlaws, even though you were raised to be a good christian woman, a good girl. the outlaws were always the sweet talkers, as you were told from the other girls at the brothel. you were told stories about how well they treated the women, their touch being better than most the regulars, their words so dirty youâd only dream of being told it until you had finally heard it.Â
now you found yourself in love with the idea of trouble, as you wrap yourself in the silks of his touch and the pleasure he gave you. his head tilts back to allow you more access to the free canvas of his neck, his hand raises, then immediately smacks onto the flesh of your ass. the slap tore a cry from your throat, into the skin that coats his neck, and a plain redness forms around the mark of his hand, branding you.Â
somehow, this was more intimate than your previous affairs, even despite the roughness of the sex. it felt like a wild play of ballet, an opera you would only dream of seeing, the gracefulness of each movement and the sweetness that drips like honey off each sound, even the sounds of skin slapping as you ride him. you taste the bitterness of his cologne as you reach the sides of his neck, sucking the pale skin with a need to create marks that last. heâs fascinated by your every movement, if this truly was a ballet, he would find himself in the crowd, watching the dancer move with such purity even during such a lewd act.Â
you felt yourself curl as your orgasm builds again, and it seems he is too in the way his hips begin to rock. every movement feels like being coated in molasses, trying to swim through it, the orgasms scorching through your inner thighs to your core until it wracks your body, hitting you harder than it had any other time. you donât know what it was about him, but you were quick to flutter around him, and that had him pulling out, stroking himself for mere seconds until white stripes fall in messy streaks across your skin.Â
he pulls you closer when your lips move so your head tilts onto his shoulder, both of your guysâ chests heaving as if you had just been working out, as if you were running towards danger and felt the warmth of itâs embrace reel you in. it was billyâs arms, his eyes closing for a mere second before they open again, âthought i couldnât make you cum.âÂ
you hate the way you smile so easily at anything he says, the way you melt into his touch, the way even though you were merely a one night stand it felt like you wanted this to be an eternity, you wanted him to be a regular.Â
âmm, i faked it,â you say with a smile, so clearly a lie.Â
you move so he slips out of you, your cunt clamping around nothing as it missed the feeling of him inside of you. soon, you reassure yourself as you stand, convinced he will be returning. poor, poor girl, you were just another victim of the sweet talkers with pretty faces. it worsens as your legs become jelly, and heâs quick to stand, hands fastening to your waist and holding it to keep you balanced. his chuckle turns to a laugh, a deep, hearty laugh, âyou sure, doll?âÂ
you roll your eyes, pressing a kiss to his cheek, somehow your lipstick remained and it kept the mark staining his cheek as you left your kiss there. then you moved, taking your clothes and putting them on, âgoodnight, billy.âÂ
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{overview} you make some friends- and some not friends
{warnings} a/b/o dynamics, Simon being a grump, cursing, short chapter, mostly some âworld-buildingâ, Fem reader, Simon heavy chapter
Chapter 8 <- Chapter 9 -> Chapter 10
Simon woke you up the next morning, with a rough series of pats on your back. You groaned curling around yourself, the smell of leather slowly filling up your senses.
âThis day isn't going to fuck itself,â Simon grumbled. Your eyes opened groggily, sending him a glare.
âWhat does that even mean?â you croaked, forcing yourself to sit up. Simon bit back a smile at the sight of your bedhead. He was able to snap a picture as you stared off into space. He sent it to Johnny, who quickly made it his lock screen.
âUp, pup,â he commanded, getting up himself. He moved with much more ease, only wincing as he took a few steps forward. âGot a busy day,â he added. By the time his words settled in your ears, he had already made his way into his bedroom.
âBusy day?â you questioned to yourself as you brushed your teeth. âWhere are we going?â you asked. Simon was able to shower, shave, and get dressed by the time you finished brushing your teeth and picking out an outfit.
âSomething the omega committee planned. Breakfast in the park or some shite like that. Captain wants you to go.â he explained.
âI don't want to.â you began to whine.
âAh, ah, ah don't start pulling that shite with me, it's not gonna work. Put your stompers on, and let's go.â he growled. You straightened up, a little worried at his tone. Why did he sound so angry? Regardless, you quickly did as you were told, grabbing your shoes out of the closet and following wordlessly behind him.
You wanted to ask him more about this âbreakfast in the parkâ thing but you refrained. Nervousness began to eat at you, as it would for most people when you were being thrown into a group of people you have never met. The omegas there have probably already formed cliques. Not that you weren't used to being the new person. You didn't quite feel as though you could tell the alpha next to you about it.
At least it was a pretty sunny day out.
The walk wasn't very far, and it wasn't exactly a park. It was near where Simon took you for a walk. There was a bit of a crowd already, sitting down on their own blankets. Simon pulled out a blanket that was tucked under his arm. âLook at me,â he instructed. âNo reason for you to be nervous, yeah? They're lucky to have you, I think, I mean I don't really know you that well.â he huffed, causing you to giggle. âSee the group behind me?â he asked. You peeked around him.
âPink blanket?â you hummed. He hummed back.
âYou steer clear of âem. They get into trouble.â he told, and you nodded your head in understanding. âI'll be right over there havinâ a cig, you go be a good girl and save me a scone, yeah?â he patted you with the blanket. You took it from him, watching as he headed past you, without a glance over his shoulder. You rolled your eyes but felt much better about the situation. You guess Simon was much more tough love than you were used to. You stood for a moment surveying the area. People were cliqued up all right. You decided just to head in the opposite direction of the pink blanket gang.
You grabbed a plate off of one of the tables and decided on a cinnamon roll and a scone for Simon. You also grabbed a hot chocolate. You pulled off to the side eyeing the array of people. A particular group caught your eye. Two women and a man. They seemed approachable like they wouldn't shoot you down if you went up to them. Only one way to find out. You followed the natural path set up by blankets.
They stopped talking as you stood before them. âHi.â You smiled, trying not to sound too shy. You introduced yourself in one breath waiting for them to make the next move.
âHi, I'm Anais.â the one in the middle introduced herself first. She was sweet-looking, her glasses taking up most of her face and magnifying her eyes in an endearing way.
âIâm Jane.â the one to your right looked. She looked just as uncomfortable as you, her obsidian eyes darting around.
âJonah.â the last one greeted. âYou're welcome to join us.â he offered, which you quickly took them up on.
âThe worst part is over.â Anais smiled, adjusting herself so she was sitting on her knees. âWhen did you get here?â
âFour days ago,â you replied.
âI got here six days ago,â Jane spoke up. Her voice was soft and brittle. You were tempted to give her a hug.
âAh, so you know what it's like.â you smiled. âHow long have you two been here?â you asked, spooning a piece of cinnamon roll into your mouth.
âSeven months,â Jonah answered.
âA little under three months for me,â Anais said.
âNice. Do you like it here?â you questioned. You were hoping to get the dirt on people.
âNot really. You're lucky you're with big guy over there.â Anais said through bites of her toast. âDo you really have your own flat?â she questioned. Looks like you were going to be the one giving out dirt.
âYeah it's pretty close to that. Where do you live?â
âIn the barracks,â Anais said. âIt's a room filled with bunk beds.â
âThat sounds terrible.â you winced. âDo you get any privacy?â
âNot really. Unless it's during my heat.â she shrugged. âThat's usually what happens when you're just bonded to an alpha, not a whole pack,â she explained. âI hope to get my pack one day. You're lucky you didn't have to work for yours.â she sighed. Your brows twitched.
âAnais,â Jonah whispered harshly. She just shrugged. How did she know anything about you and your pack? There was obviously something you weren't aware of.
âIt's alright.â you soothed, giving Jonah a smile. âSheâs technically right.â you sighed.
âI didn't mean it in a bad way.â Anais continued. âJust that you're lucky,â she added. You have been hearing that a lot lately.
âI know.â you agreed. You figured it was better to play along. Plus you seem to be lucky. âDid you get assigned here or?â you asked, turning over to Jane.
âAssigned.â
âMe too.â you replied.
âI know,â she whispered, causing you to furrow your brows again.
âDoes everybody know?â you finally asked.
âYou have been a hot topic,â Jonah admitted. You looked over your shoulder and suddenly became aware of the glances and peeks your way. Has everyone been staring at you this whole time? âDon't stress about it,â Jonah added.
âYeah, you're literally a celebrity,â Anais added.
âI don't know if I want to be a celebrity.â you said finally.
âIâll trade with you. I'm not really into guys, but Iâd do it for fame.â Jonah chuckled, causing you all to laugh.
âI'll let you know after I finish my first week.â you snickered. An hour went by fairly fast. The group next to you joined into the conversation and soon you were a nice group of seven. Priya- she was the one you bonded to quickly. You started talking because she also was with a task force, her choice, on the sixth floor of your building.
She smelled like apples and lavender. Your mom smelled like lavender.
âHowâd you do?â Simon asked. He stood up from the bench, eyeing you up and down. You certainly smelled happy. Your scent turned warm when you were happy. Your normal scent was freshly cut peaches paired with a chilled vanilla ice cream. Yet when you were happy it became a peach crumble straight out of the oven. He chewed the inside of his cheek, moving so he was upwind.
Before you had time to respond something caught his attention. âCome on, pup.â he urged. His hand rested on the back of your neck guiding you away from the scene. You had the sense of mind to not question him, which he was grateful for.
âLieutenant Ghost.â A voice called from behind the two of you. He growled, stopping, but keeping a firm grip on you as he began to turn.
âLieutenant Hale.â Simon mustered.
âSo this must be the little lady I've been hearinâ so much about.â He was Southern, a charming drawl in his voice.
âShe would be the one.â Simon affirmed. His hand reached down, grabbing your hip pulling you towards his side.
âHavenât smelt something so sweet in a long time. You remind me of home.â Lieutenant Hale smiled at you. You remained straight-face, your omega beginning to feed off of the signals Simon was sending out. âHow have you been, L.T.? Heard you took a nasty tumble.â Hale clicked his tongue.
âFine.â Simon replied bluntly.
âWell, I would hope so. Medicine like that could heal any man.â Hale smirked, his eyes still locked on you.
âGot that right,â Simon said back. The men were keeping pleasantries- probably for your sake. Simon gave your hip a squeeze. âSee you around, Hale.â The hand on the back of your neck returned, turning you away from the scene.
âI look forward to it. Both of you,â he added, tipping his head towards you. You remained silent. When you got far enough away you looked back over your shoulder. Two of the girls from the pink blanket rushed over to him, nuzzling their way under his arms.
His eyes were still on you.
âYou did good, pup.â Simon complimented once you got away from the crowd.
âThank you.â
It was two hours past your normal bedtime. The first two nights here you were so exhausted you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. The third night you fell asleep on the couch with everyone.
It felt like the first night here.
You can still remember the last night you slept alone. It was the night before your mom left. The night she left you remember her sneaking her way into your bedroom, holding you as tight as she could. You could still feel her breath on your cheek as she breathed you in. You didn't question it at the time.
You wish you had.
That day your grandparents came down to help out and you slept in the guestroom with them- terrified of being left again. Then you got step-siblings, then roommates at the omega holding house.
You scrunched your eyes tightly.
Your room was too dark. Too quiet. Too cold. It had yet to be drenched in your scent, the room still smelling like paint and carpet cleaner. You wondered if Johnny or Kyle would mind you crashing their room. You're sure they wouldn't, but you didn't want to set yourself up for rejection. You could always crash on the couch with Simon. You didn't want him to think you were too needy.
You suddenly heard movement outside your door. You stilled, pulling the covers further up your body. Your door opened very hesitantly. John carefully poked his head in. You closed your eyes as much as you could to make it look realistic. He trained his eyes on your form for a moment before he quietly shut the door. The realization suddenly dawned on you.
He was checking on you.
You weren't exactly sure why he was checking on you. To see if you were still awake? To see if you were comfortable? Or maybe to make sure you hadnât escaped.
Either way, it meant one thing:
You weren't alone.
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How to train your spy
Request by @happychopshoppenguin
Summary: You meet a hot stranger in a bar. The next morning, there's a familiar face at your SHIELD training.
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R
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Of course it was a bad idea. Irresponsible, unbecoming of an adult who had just gotten her dream job.
But your new life started tomorrow and you knew that from then on, it was all about duty and service.
In that case, who could blame you for going out to dance one last time?
âAnother round of shotsâ you requested at the bar, looking over your shoulder.
âCan I buy you a drink?â a man said next to you and you politely declined. However, he moved closer, eyeing you up and down. âCome on, sweetheart. We can have a good timeâ
âHi, baby. Whatâs taking so long?â a raspy voice said behind you. You were about to correct the person, who had probably mistaken you for someone else.
Green eyes met yours, and you were breathless at the beauty in front of you. The woman rested her chin on your shoulder.
âIs this man giving you trouble?â she said in a playful tone, but her glare was murderuous. It was enough to make him give up, turning around to leave.
âThanksâ you said, relaxing against the womanâs chest. She smelled incredible and you were a little drunk. It was hard to keep your distance. âCan I buy you a drink? To thank you, of courseâ
âOne more couldnât hurt. But seems like you have enough to drinkâ she commented when the bartender gave you a tray with six tequila shots.
âOh, these are for my friends. I canât get wasted today. Iâm starting a new job tomorrowâ
âCongratulationsâŚâ her words hung in the air and you picked up on the intent, jumping up to introduce yourself.
âY/N Y/L/N. And you areâŚ?â
âJust Natâ the woman shook your hand and you blushed at the contact.
âWell, just Nat. What brings you here on this fine Sunday night?â
âWaiting for a friend. He should be here inâŚ45 minutesâ
âCan I keep you company for those 45 minutes?â you offered, sitting next to her on a bar stool.
âSure. Why donât you tell me what was your plan if I hadnât shown up to save you from that creep?â
âOh, you saved me, huh?â you chuckled and Nat nodded, bringing the glass of scotch to her lips. You were enthranced by her beautiful, elegant jawline and neck.
âIs that what you were planning on doing? Stare at him?â she mocked and you rolled your eyes.
âIâll have you know I am good at fightingâ
âLike karate orâŚâ
âLike many things. And I can throw a punch. A good one. I can show youâ
âMaybe some other time. How about we play some darts?â she leaned forward, arching an eyebrow. All you could do was nod dumbly.
Nat took the tray of shots with her and you agreed that the loser would drink for each turn.
âCrapâ you said after the third shot. âYouâre really good at thisâ
âI should have mentioned that before we set the rules, huh?â
âLetâs just play something differentâ you said, sitting in a quiet corner of the bar. âTruth or dareâ
âAlright. Iâll start. Dareâ
âTell me your name. Not just Natâ
The redhead grabbed a shot and downed it. You laughed.
âNow youâ
âAlright⌠truthâ but before Nat could ask anything, you took a shot, and began speaking, slightly slurring your words. âI think youâre the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seenâ
The woman blushed and you chuckled, realising thatâs not how the game worked after it was too late.
âMy turn. I dare you toâŚâ
âIâm supposed to dare you, isnât how this worksâŚ?â you wondered out loud, drinking yet another shot.
âI dare you to kiss meâ Nat said, louder. Her gaze traveled from your mouth to your lips, and you didnât have to be told twice.
The kiss was messy, and desperate, teeth clashing as you pulled the woman by the collar of her jacket. The force of your movements made her stand up, and pretty soon you felt the edge of a pool table against your legs.
Were you about to have sex with a total stranger in the corner of a bar?
Nat bit your lip, making you moan against her tongue.
Well, yes, apparently you were about to get fucked by a beautiful woman in a barâŚ
But thenâŚ
âSeriously?â a voice said behind you. It was a man, carrying a⌠bow and arrow?
âYou told me to hang backâ Nat answered. You turned to glare at the man for interrupting you, but a couple of men in black suits followed close behind. âMessy work, Barton. They followed you all the way hereâ
âHelp me out or get a roomâ
The latter would work for you, except the men began to throw punches, some of then carrying knives. In spite of the alcohol, you were able to knock down one.
Apparently that wasnât so impressive, considering Nat and Mister Bow and Arrow had taken care of the other six on their own.
âGood workâ you gave a thumbs up, practically passing out on the chair. The alcohol had finally kicked in enough to make you dizzy.
âWe have to goâ the man pressed and Nat sighed.
âI didnât get your phone numberâ you complained, less and less focused on the woman in front of you. You felt arms around you, leaving you close to the table where your friends were sitting.
âIâll see you aroundâ Nat promised, kissing your cheek. You smiled, but the last thing you saw was your friendâs face as you dropped to the floor.
â
Stupid. Stupid.
Idiotic.
After coffe, you ran 10 miles and swam for 30 minutes. How unfortunate that intense physical activity was the only way to cure your hangovers.
Luckily, SHIELD had the best facilities and you were able to shower before your introduction to the program.
After acing every test -physical, psychological, medical and polygraph- you were set to start your training to become a SHIELD agent.
You entered the first floor gym, noticing there were more men than women -which was to be expected, but made you anxious nonetheless. It was hard to stand out in a male dominated field, especially if your instructor was a man as well.
But as everyone stood around the gym and the doors opened one last time, you turned around.
Nat.
Nat was here, wearing a black jacket with the SHIELD logo and training pants.
Your eyes met for a brief second and she smiled, clearly amused.
âWelcome to SHIELDâ she said in an icy tone. âYour training begins today. There are no days off and if you have a problem with that, you might as well leave now. Agents on the field donât rest, or let their guard down because if they do, they get killed. Training starts every day at seven, do not be late. Youâll also have to study languages, technology, weapons and cryptographyâ
Everyone in the room stayed silent, their eyes on the redhead.
âNow, Iâll be honest, my idea of fun isnât training new recruits. Iâm not very patient and I wonât tolerate people who donât take this seriously. Today, we will begin with combat training. Y/L/N, come over hereâ
Wait, what?
Well, fuck. Scratching the back of your neck, you sighed and walked to the front of the line. With her back to the group, Nat smiled, signaling for you to stand next to her in the sparring mat. You were far enough from the rest of the people to at least speak.
âYou had to pick the girl with a massive hangoverâ
âYours is the only name I knowâ she lied and you rolled your eyes.
âI was hoping weâd meet again, but not for you to kick my assâ
Assuming a fighting stance, you figured she wanted you to attack first. You were barely able to throw a punch when she had you pinned to the ground.
Every time you got up, she found a way to knock you down. And not just that, sheâd place her face close to yours, or end on top of you. Not only was she impossible to beat, but also completely intoxicating. The memories from last night were foggy, except for the way her lips felt on yours.
âWhy are you all staring? Find a partner and practiceâ the woman said to the recruits.
âCan I at least get your name now?â you asked, panting on the floor.
âNatashaâ she gave you her hand to help you up. âNatasha Romanoffâ
â
Natasha - no, Agent Romanoff-, was giving you a masterclass on psychological warfare.
She teased you endlessly, with little touches that lingered and made your skin feel hot. Or with words spoken when you were close enough to be the only one to hear them.
Like that time on the shooting room, when Natasha approached you, making you relax your shoulders by squeezing them, lowering your elbow to improve your stance.
âGood girlâ she whispered against your neck, making you miss the shot completely.
To make matters worse, you had an entire class dedicated to breaking free from different restraints.
Of course, Natasha was the one that handcuffed your hands behind your back, her eyes lingering on the way your chest stuck out.
âNot a bad viewâ she commented. âThough I do think youâll enjoy the ropes a bit moreâ
And yes, you absolutely did. Especially when she squeezed them tighter around your wrists and you groaned.
It wasnât just physical contact. Natasha could say one small thing in that sultry tone and youâd be on your knees.
âYour foreign language skills seem fine. Russian could be better, thoughâ the redhead commented after your latest review.
âItâs hard to find someone to practice withâ you mumbled, your eyes following Natashaâs body as she stood up, walking towards you.
âItâs all in the tongue. You can do wonders when you know how to use itâ
âI betâ you mumbled, feeling hot as she leaned past you, opening the door so you could leave her office.
âBe sure to work on that. Wouldnât want that pretty mouth to disappoint meâ
Thoughts of what you could do with your mouth to please her were the only thing on your mind for the rest of the day.
Between the endless teasing and the grueling preparation, the first month went by. You were better at combat, managing to go toe to toe with Natasha. In everything else, you were top of the class.
There was one girl called Lindsay who was particularly fond of you. Natasha realised you were too nice to ignore her, and too naive to notice she was flirting with you.
âIâm meeting some friends at a bar later today. Would love it if you could join usâ she said, smiling as you both walked down the hallway to the gym.
âOh, I was thinking of staying home, I have to catch up with Greyâs Anatomyâ
âCome on, you should find time to relax. It must be so hard to have Romanoff all over youâ
âY-yeahâ
Yes, all over you but in a totally different way than Lindsay meant.
As if on cue, Natasha opened one of the doors, emerging from a conference room. Lindsay blushed, wondering if the woman had heard. However, Natasha didnât even look at her.
âY/N. A word?â
âYes, Agentâ you nodded, walking past her to the empty conference room. âIs everything ok?â
âThereâs a mission tonight. Nothing major. Thought you might be readyâ
âSeriously?â you said, excited at the idea of infiltrating a terrorist organziation, kicking ass, saving people. âThatâs⌠Iâm ready, of courseâ
âGood. Iâll see you tonightâ
You couldnât even imagine sheâd asked you because she was jealous of your friend.
â
You couldnât complain. For one, if you did, Natasha would kick your ass. Second, it was a great opportunity, especially for a new recruit.
The fact that the mission was sitting around in a car waiting for something to happen was irrelevant.
âSo, once we see that dude Rinderknech, we go inside? Hack into his computer? Bug the place?â you said, grabbing the camera and pointing the big lens towards a window of the building.
âWe watch and report backâ Natasha answered. You turned to her, and she shrugged her shoulders. âIntelligence is 90% of the work. And that means a lot of hours on your ass looking out for bad guysâ
âRightâ you said, trying to ignore the cold air inside. You couldnât turn the car or the heat on.
âHereâ Natasha said, pulling a blanket out of the backseat. Before you could thank her, she handed you a plastic cup of coffee and a scone.
âHey, these are my favoritesâ you noted, biting into the pastry. Remembering your manners a second too late, you muffled a thank you to Natasha. âHow did you know?â
âItâs the first thing you pick up at the cafeteria every morningâ she rolled her eyes.
âThank you, Tashaâ you said again, unaware that the term of endearment had made the woman blush.
Her hands flew to the car radio, desperately trying to fill the silence.
âLeave it thereâ you asked when one of your favorite songs came on, placing your hand on her thigh. Natasha had to choke back a whimper.
What the hell? Sheâd been the one making you all hot and bothered for months now. And here you were, eating a scone and patting her leg, making a mess out of the best spy in the world.
âKeane was my first concertâ she heard you say. Her blank stare made you insist, waiting for a reaction. âKeane? English band?â
âI donât listen to a lot of music. And Iâve never been to a concert eitherâ she muttered, pretending to look out the window for your person of interest.
âA concert virgin. If you ever interested, Iâll be happy to be your firstâ you joked.
âThanks. That might be funâ
âNot as good as playing darts and getting drunk, thoughâ you said and Natasha bit back a smile.
It was the first time either one of you mentioned that night. Mainly because bringing it up only made you think about how good Natasha felt.
Green eyes met yours and the intensity made you shiver.
The sound of a text on your phone interrupted the moment
âThat your girlfriend?â Natasha said, feigning indifference.
âWho, Lindsay? Sheâs just a friendâ
âRight. Donât be naive. Thatâs how you get yourself killed out in the fieldâ the redhead grumbled.
âSorry, I havenât noticed much other than how ridiculously good you look on your SHIELD uniformâ
âStop thatâ Natasha said, blushing.
Blushing because of you? Accomplishment of a lifetime.
âIâm only giving as good as I get, Agentâ
Natasha chuckled, moving forward in her seat to get a better look out⌠and probably hide that she was blushing again.
âThere they areâ she nodded towards the corner. You recognised Rinderknech by the tattoo on his neck. He was speaking to a group of men when their attention turned to your car.
âNat?â you said when two of their bodyguards began to approach you. âWhat do we do?â
Turning back, Natasha noticed a black SUV, blocking the back street. It was impossible to escape without making a scene.
Her mind went blank, the only concern she had was that you could get hurt, all because she made you join her on a mission that wasnât that necessary.
The men kept walking and Natasha remained frozen. Then, it came to you.
âKiss meâ you turned, urgency in your tone.
âWhat?â
âPDA and all that. Will make them uncomfortable. Just do itâ you said, pulling her by the shirt until her lips met yours.
This time, her lips tasted of coffee and sugar. After a few seconds, Natashaâs mind drifted from the mission, and all she could think about was you. As your mouth parted to give her access, Natashaâs hand went up your leg all the way to the button of your jeans.
âExcuse me?â a man tapped on the glass.
Damn it. You rolled down the window, swollen lips and the first two buttons of your shirt undone. When did she do that?
âOh, never mindâ the man looked amused, but seemed convinced enough that you werenât a threat.
âWe should goâ Natasha said, knowing it wasnât safe to stick around after a close call.
You spent the rest of the ride in silence, but it was pretty obvious what was going through your head as you shifted uncomfortably on your seat of the car.
âWe shouldâŚâ
âDo you want toâŚ?â
As Natasha parked the car, you spoke at the same time, looking at each other and smiling.
Before you could start over, Barton approached the car, surprised when he spotted you inside.
âHey, you must be Y/Nâ Barton said, looking at the coffee cup and the bag with half a scone. He smiled again, turning to Natasha. âJesus, Nat. Just ask the girl outâ
âShut itâ
âCrappy coffee in a car during a stakeout is not a proper dateâ the man insisted and walked away before Natasha could slap the lights out of him.
âAnd here I was, thinking I was on the mission for my talentsâ you laughed, exiting the car.
âY/N, wait!â Natasha called. âI did. Wanted to ask you out. Iâm just⌠not good at thisâ
âThatâs ok. I amâ you said, pulling her close to you. âLetâs just not do darts, tequila or fight against organized crime. I think weâve had enough of thatâ
âWhat about all the kissing?â
âOh, that is definitely happeningâ you smiled, leaning forward. âI canât wait for you to hear all the Russian Iâve been learning, detkaâ
With a kiss on her neck, you walked to the SHIELD building, pleased with Natâs shocked stare.
All these months, sheâd been teaching you how to be a spy; and more importantly, how to be a tease.
She was about to found out how good of a teacher she was.
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TO LIVE, AND TO SERVE
part one
(tfo. sentinel x gn.miner.reader )
spoilers! just in case. nothing plot heavy spoilers but yk just in case.
one, two, three
CHAINS clinked against the ground. Ones, you realize that were yours as you try to lift up your pedes, only for it to stop short a few centimeters high and drag back down again with a hackle. Alright, so you're shackled. Easy, just flip over and see where I am.
You tried. Tried. To flip over, but all you could manage was a wiggle and that's just about it. Your servos were chained to your back. And your neck was sore bent at a position for so long. The ground was grimy and dark and your cheek â Primus it was sore âwas pressed against the floor.
Where am I?
A migraine pulsed behind your optics, coupled with a familiar faint ache thrumming from your abdomen, freshly sore.
Oh, right.
A kick to the shin and one to the helm. A blur of colors. Then, a throttle. Darkwing, you grimaced. You should've known better than to play hero and help. A creak sounded, hinges of a metal door opening and your neck strained from frantic ways of trying to look over your shoulder.
âProved futile.
"Oh, you don't have to run." A voice echoed, a cave-like resonance that trilled and bounced off the walls of the cell. "I've already made sure that you couldn't."
The shadow stretched across the floor. It became larger, molding in size. Into shape. You try to speak, but all that came out were incoherent slurs of sentences. Each one increased with panic. Intake, slack, faceplate numb. And that, to your unfortunate demise, amused the Prime.
"No worries, though, Airachnid's venom aren't usually that fatal. Well, usually. But this time I advised, and I'm glad she listened, to use her lesser death-inducing ones. Ones that take an instant. Its a bit of a mess when anomalies die."
His pedes stopped beside your helm. "And you know that... don't, you?" Another babble from you made him laugh. "Hah. You look ridiculous. Here, allow me."
A harsh tug on your back flipped you over and you grunted, finally able to relish some light from the ceiling. Sentinel prime loomed above you, a grin on his face.
Oh, Primus.
You never thought this was how you'd meet your beloved Prime. Besides, any other way would result your spark snuffed and churned into energon. The ache in your abdomen pierced into a searing pain. You winced.
"You know what that is? Its a kind of paralysis that only affects your body, not your helm." He tapped your forehead.
Tink.
Tink.
"Your mind still works. You can think, you can feel. I can see your optics are still bright." He tips his helm, curiously amused. " Still got that little fire in you, huh. And you're scared. You're scared, yes?"
Silence. You only stared back, chassis pumped with andrenaline. What else you were suppose to say, blegh blegh blegh?
" Silly me. Blink twice if you're scared."
You blinked once.
"Oh?"
Then another slow blink.
"That's what I thought. Now," he knelt beside your helm. The tight smile on his face was nothing genial. " What did I tell you about miners going around creating troubles for me to fix. "
Sir! It wasn't what it was! You rustled, moving you mouth. Nothing came out. Whether Sentinel was aware of the incident or not, it seemed he chose to ignore the possibility that you might be right.
" Not only you defied a supervisor, you also kicked him and destroyed â let me see," He tapped your cheek, tink tink tink, optics to the ceiling, thinking. "Oh yes, almost blew up crates worth of decades use. Injured five of my gaurds. Many more, probably. And, why is that? To make a point nobody will understand. To make a point that's virtually worthless?"
You shook your head.
We couldn't go on any longer. Sir, please.
We are free.
We need to be free.
"Your little speech was adorable. That mineer you saved, oh how melodramatic. Unfortunately like you, he's not going to have the opportunity of choosing his punishment."
Your optics widened and you froze. That look on your face seemed to please him and he lunged forward. You choked as he grabbed your face, pulling your head up to his level.
"It's a shame." He crooned. " You miners are so delicate. Its a miracle you managed this much through the mines already." The other servo grabbed your throat. He sighed, and tightened both grips.
The accumulating andrenaline allowed you to kick below in panic. The venom was dissapating. You feel a little pulse in your pedes, as well as the sensors blooming back on your digits.
"Now, I'll give you two options" He leaned closer. "And I'll only say this once. You can serve Cybertron and it's people â or,"
The servo clutching your throat released and glided down, down and lower...
" Or, you can serve me. Your Prime. Your leader â What will that be?"
Your optics flickered, staring back into his blue ones.
You faintly reminisced bumping into a miner on the street while heading down to the main square of iacon. You've just had your pay, a few hundred shanix clutched in your servos and the collision smeared them across the ground. Frantic, you tried to pick them up, ignoring the several laughters from the bots above â and the miner did too. They were just like you, except...
"Here," They said.
You look up.
They were pretty. Well kempt. A gentle smile on their face. Their platings were shiny, glossy. Without a scratch.
You were confused.
They were just like you. No cogs. No nothing.
"Oh, you're at a different sector, then?" You remember asking.
The miner blinked and frown, chagrined as he handed the last slip of shanix and looked away. You couldn't asked more. A mech with gleaming gold platings dragged them away.
The last look he gave was a somber look before looking ahead. Never back.
You remember being confused. A little irritated at such a display the senator took them away.
But, now. Now, it all made sense.
Is that what it was?
A toy for them to play with?
"I'll...serve....you...." You croaked out.
But even so, at least you're able to live.
"Good mech."
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Your small town has been invaded by a biker club. They want a peaceful takeover but they can twist your arm if needed.
Holy shnikes, I spent so much time working on this! I almost had to make it a two part story! I've barely been able to work on anything else because I needed to get this story written up instead. I honestly think I've never written anything like this before.
Word Count: ~3.6k
Warnings: Choking, Dub/non consent, Implied violence, Knife play (mild). Please let me know if I missed any!
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Sheriff Lee Bodecker and Mayor John Walker caved to the bikers pretty quickly. Part of you could understand why; only a handful of officers in the entire county compared to a full biker gang? They'd never stand a chance. Better to be allowed to live without having to worry about ending up in the hospital. The Mayor didn't care so long as he got to keep his job, which now meant making the bikers happy.
Which meant paying the bikers with money from the city budget. Your library's budget in particular.
When you'd tried to argue about it, Mayor Walker hit back with "well we can't take any more from the school! Besides, no one needs the library anymore. They've all got their home computers and Internet. You'll be fine with the new budget."
In the end you'd had to let go all but one very part-time employee, relying on two or three volunteers instead. You were already working long hours but now they felt endless. With the budget cut, you had to reduce the purchases of new books in favor of maintaining the Internet connection several of older patrons relied on. Almost half of your day was spent working on applying for grants for additional funding for after-school programs and free-lunch programs for during the summer breaks.
Looking over everything, you were certain you'd have to dip into your own meager savings if you were going to meet the needs of your community. Mayor Walker really didn't seem to understand what the people of his city actually needed, but he didn't seem to care so long as he was in charge.
During an after-school reading time with the Kindergartners you're surprised by the entrance of one of the bikers. You think he's the second-in-command, but you're not sure. He's definitely not the blond in charge; "Cap" you think they call their leader. Still, you have kids to take care of, and this newcomer is a grown man. He can take care of himself.
When the story is done it's time for a nap for the kids. This is very likely the longest they've ever been away from home, away from family, and the sleep helps keep them from getting overstimulated. It was another thing Mayor Walker just didn't understand. All of these kids had parents that worked full time and couldn't afford a babysitter. There were no daycare options, either. Decades ago the kids could be left with a grandparent or a cousin, but they're all working as well or moved out of town. That left the library as a haven for the kids who didn't have access to the limited after-school activities as an option.
If there's anything good about working in such a tiny library it's that you can keep an eye on the kids and the biker while going about your other duties. Thankfully you'd gotten some WD-40 for the book carts so they wouldn't squeak and wake anyone up while you re-shelve books.
You also get a better look at the biker. He's sitting in one of the chairs reading The Hobbit. You hate to admit it but he does look handsome. Longish dark hair, steely blue eyes. For some reason he's still wearing his gloves. If only his arrival hadn't heralded such troubles for you. Well, at least he wasn't causing trouble.
Shelving the books gets you a bit of stretching and some impromptu squat exercises. You spend so much of your time at a desk that this is the closest thing you get to a workout. Given how your body continually snaps, crackles and pops, you could probably use more.
Your exercise is cut short by Ruth's entry and you have to fight the urge to let out a groan. Ruth is one of the older ladies in town who refused to get a computer for her home. Unfortunately that means each time she visits, you have to walk her through even the most basic elements of using a computer so she can send an email to her granddaughter. The entire time she complains to you about how much she hates computers and how much she wishes her daughter would've raised her own daughter correctly and been happy to just accept a phone call, and on, and on, and on.
"Hello Ruth," you quietly say, customer service smile on. "Let me go ahead and log you in to one of our computers?"
"I'm not an invalid!" she loudly complains. You try to quiet her, pointing to the sleeping children but she isn't having it. "All you youngsters thinking an old lady can't do anything for herself! How dare you imply I can't log on to a computer? I'll do it my own self."
You take a breath to steady yourself before looking over at the little ones. They seem largely undisturbed but, knowing Ruth, they'll be awake sooner rather than later. Sighing you go ahead and get their after nap snacks ready. Just another hour or so until their parents start coming by to pick them up. It doesn't take long before Ruth is yelling at the computer, complaining to you that "it's clearly broken" and "why can't we just write letters" along with her forever complaint of "wouldn't have to do this if she'd just pick up the damn phone!"
The kids start waking up and you quickly have to balance keeping them from being upset by the angry lady while also knowing any attempts to placate the angry lady will be met with more anger. Thankfully the snacks are a good distraction for most.
"Would you like some help on a different computer, Ruth?" you ask through gritted teeth, knowing the answer.
"Oh stop treating me like one of those brats," she snaps back. "What kind of library is this where computers are more important than books? Shouldn't even have these monstrosities here!"
"Excuse me, Ruth, is it? I'm Bucky." You'd been so distracted going between Ruth and the kids you didn't notice the biker had put down his book and walked over.
"Oh don't get me started on you and yours!" Ruth retorts. "Town was so much better before you hooligans came along! Now I can't even call the police to help me out when then those teenagers are loitering in my yard!"
"Well Ruth, let me give you my number so the next time you can call me instead of the police," he offers. You're surprised at how calm he's sounding despite being yelled at.
Ruth huffs, "you no-good-beatniks! How dare you insult me! You should get out of our town and leave us good folk alone!"
The biker, Bucky, smiles, "seems to me 'good folk' don't go harassing people who are just trying to do their job." You have to bite back a laugh at that comment. It's no good riling her up even more.
Ruth storms out, letting you focus on the kids who are looking unsure if they should be upset or not. You give the biker a quick "thank you" before giving the little ones all of your attention. He nods and goes back to his reading.
Soon enough the parents start coming in and picking up their kids. Several of them stick around long enough to check out a book or movie and you have to balance taking care of the remaining children with getting the families out on their way. It's always such an ado that makes you really wish you could hire some extra help. A few parents complain about the snacks you gave their kids and you remind them, yet again, that they are free to donate snacks they consider appropriate. All the while you keep your customer service smile up, despite how much you're internally screaming and crying.
Things finally calm down and you're able to sit and take a breather. You desperately want to quit but this community needs a library, even if the Mayor doesn't think so. And goodness knows they'd never be able to hire anyone else to work these conditions. You look over to where the biker is sitting, still reading. If his gang hadn't shown up, you'd be in a much better position. Maybe even able to take a vacation.
Checking the time you decide to keep your professionalism and head over to the man. "Sir, excuse me?" He looks up at you, bright blue eyes momentarily startled. "Sir, we're going to be closing in about a half hour."
"Oh, yeah, sure thing," he nods as he closes the book. "Also, please call me Bucky."
"Sure thing, Bucky," you nod, too tired to argue.
"Gotta say, you do a lot of work for a librarian."
"What do you mean by that?" You don't hold back the bite in your tone and cross your arms.
He chuckles, "I didn't mean to offend. Just, I thought librarians were just supposed to check out the books, y'know? Maybe answer questions? Didn't expect you to also be a daycare, IT person and all that."
"And that's just the work that you saw," you snap at him.
"Don't you have anyone helping you out?"
"I did, before your gang came along!" You're unable to hold back any longer. "Because of you the Mayor cut my budget! I had to fire pretty much all my staff! I can't get the half the books the people of this community want! I have to beg the state government for funds to make sure kids have food when they don't school meals! Do you know how much cleaning I have to do because there's no room in the budget for professionals?! Do you have any idea how many of the things around here I have to pay for out of my own pocket?! You bikers demanded protection money and it came out of my budget!"
Bucky's gloved hand grabs neck, stopping you from talking. You try to fight but his arm is stronger than expected. Surprisingly he doesn't look angry so much as amused. "You know, I never thought I could go for the librarian type but this fire of yours does something to me." Your nostrils flare and he chuckles. "I've been yelled at twice today, Doll. A man can only take so much."
"I'm sorry," you grumble as best you can.
His hand loosens, "what was that, Doll?"
"I'm sorry," you repeat. "While you are the reason my budget was cut, you're not the one who made the decision. I'm sorry I took my anger and frustration out on you."
"That's more like it," he snickers. He pulls you uncomfortably close to himself. "And I'm more than happy to reward that better behavior." You look at him, confusion written all over your face, as the leather of his glove caresses your cheek. "Like I said, I never thought a librarian would rouse my interest, but you're something else." You roll your eyes and try to pull away, but he isn't having it. His grip tightens around your throat again, even as his smile widens, baring his teeth. "I can be very good to you, Doll, so long as you're good for me."
His implication is clear and you really don't have any options.
"I need to close the library," you grumble.
Bucky removes his hand from around your throat, "good idea. Don't want to get caught now, do we?"
Your body is shaking as you go about the routine for closing the library. Your brain is working overtime to try to figure out some kind of way out of this. Running isn't an option. Even if you made it to your car, where could you go? Calling for help definitely wouldn't do anything. You seriously doubt he would hesitate to make an example of you if you ran.
With the last of the doors locked and the blinds closed you return the biker and almost whimper, "my office?"
"Oh Doll," he cups your chin. "You don't need to be scared of me. I'll be good to you."
"Do...do you...do you have a condom?"
He chuckles, "don't worry, we're not going that far tonight. But I love that you're ready for it."
Without warning he grabs you and pulls you in for a suffocating, forceful kiss. His tongue quickly pushing its way past your lips. Mentally reminding yourself to do what he wants, you open your mouth to give him access and he moans. One of his hands moves down to your breast and you have to will yourself to not flinch away from the touch.
"Take off the cardigan. And the top," he orders.
You back up just a bit so you can oblige. "The bra as well?"
"Nah, that'll be for me to remove." His voice sounds rougher than before and his eyes are definitely darker. He seems amused by the fact that you maintain eye contact while removing your clothes. "You're so pretty when you're defiant," he teases. "But I'm sure I'll have you pleading for more in no time."
Willing your eyes not to roll you instead snipe back, "don't make promises you can't keep. Wouldn't be the first disappointment I've had."
He has the nerve to laugh at that. "I'll make a believer out of you, Doll."
Walking to your office, he sits in your chair, gesturing for you to get on his lap. "Make me think you want this," he commands.
Taking a deep breath, eyes never leaving his, you move to straddle him. He's surprised when you grab the back of his head and turn his face up before shoving your tongue down his throat. He moans in appreciation and his arms wrap around you as he returns your fervor. You bite his lower lip and start grinding against his crotch.
He removes his right glove before undoing your bra faster than you expected. You pull apart from him just long enough to remove the bra and he takes the opportunity to latch himself to your breast. His ungloved hand moves to fondle your other breast while his surprisingly strong left arm holds you up. His ministrations have you gasping as your body instinctively continues to grind against him. His slow, languid movements are in direct contrast to the speed your hips have set and the difference is affecting you.
Suddenly you're on your back on the desk. Bucky had managed to move his left hand to prevent your head from banging on the desk. Your eyes widened from more than just surprise at the realization of how fast and strong he was.
"Sorry, Doll, you were getting me too worked up already," he smirks at you. He moves his hands so they're on each side of your head, hovering over you. "It really is the quiet ones, huh?" You can't help roll your eyes and he chuckles. "Let's see how loud you can get."
He quickly unbuttons your pants and pulls them off of you before getting out a knife. Your breath hitches and he chuckles as he takes the blade to your panties, cutting them off of you. He puts the panties to his nose, "you smell so good. How long's it been, Doll? Months? Can't imagine you get a lotta action in this town."
"It's been a while," you confess, heat burning your cheeks at how turned on you are. You can't bring yourself to look at him.
He stuffs your panties into his pocket and taps your thighs with the knife so you spread them open. "You look so pretty like this," he snickers, clearly amused by your discomfort.
He slams the knife into the desk by your head, making you yelp in surprise. Using his left arm to hover over you, he whispers into your ear, "such a pretty scream," as his fingers start playing with your pussy. He groans at how wet you are, "fuck, Doll, I should'a known you'd be into the rough play."
You squeal as he mercilessly jams two of his fingers into you, all the way to the knuckle. As you involuntarily arch your back he alternates licking, sucking and nibbling your nipples. He adds a third finger and mercilessly drives his hand in and out of your soaked pussy. He pushes himself up and uses his now free arm to start choking you. You try to push his arm away, but it's impossibly strong. You're shocked to feel your orgasm building as your gasping for air.
He must sense it too because he grins and starts ordering you to "give me what I want, Doll. Cum around my fingers. I can feel how close you are." He gives your nipple a sharp bite that pushes you over the edge and cum with a hoarse scream, his fingers never slowing down, his grip never letting up.
It's only after you've stopped cumming that he eases up. "That was fucking gorgeous," he taunts before pulling his fingers out of you and licking them. He closes his eyes and moans at your flavor, making you burn with embarrassment. You start to get up but his left hand keeps you pressed to the desk. "I'm not done, Doll."
"I'm sorry," you murmur. "I shouldn't have assumed."
"God you're a good, smart girl. Keep those legs spread for me." You do as he says while trying to look anywhere but him. He pulls the knife out of your desk and flips it so that the hilt is pointed towards you. "Look at me, Doll. I want you to watch." You struggle to look and he rubs the hilt of the knife against your oversensitive clit, making you jump. "I said, look. At. Me. Doll." You're quick to follow his orders this time.
He puts the knife away before undoing his belt and pants. As much as you could feel when you were grinding against him, as much as you could see the his bulge, you weren't expecting his cock to be so big. Your eyes widen and he chuckles, "like I said, we're not going that far tonight. Now be good and don't move unless I tell you."
Grabbing your legs he pulls you so your ass is a little off the desk and runs his cock over your pussy, gathering up your slick and rubbing over your clit, making you whimper. He starts groaning in pleasure, "god you're so wet from just one orgasm. Can't wait to see how soaked you get after a full night with me." He positions your thighs so that you're squeezing his cock between them and he gives a few thrusts, spreading your own juices all your thighs.
"Gonna mark you up with my cum," he growls as he picks up his pace, squeezing your thighs even tighter. His hands are hurting you but his cock keeps rubbing against your clit and it's feeling so damn good you don't register his words. You moan and whine as you barrel towards your next orgasm. "That's it, Doll. You make the prettiest faces. Can't wait to see you covered in my cum. Gonna look so damn pretty with my seed all over you."
He squeezes your thighs impossibly tight and you cum so hard from the pain and pleasure combination you don't notice him ejaculating all over your stomach and chest.
When he finally catches his breath he reaches into his jacket and pulls out his phone to take a photo. You try to protest but he gives you a warning look. You drop your face, trying to not cry from how dirty you feel. He puts the phone away and lifts your chin, "don't worry, Doll. That photo is just for me." He kisses the top of your head and you try not to wince. "And because you were so good to me, made me feel so good, I'll be good to you. Now get your clothes back on and I'll escort you home."
"Can I clean up?"
"Not until you get home," he growls. "You don't get rid of my marks until I give you permission."
"Yes, Bucky," you sniffle.
"Aw, don't be like that, Doll," he gently chides. "I take care of what's mine."
The next morning you wake up from a nightmare riddled sleep, feeling more tired than ever. After your morning routine you step outside to head to the library but stop short when you see Bucky on his motorcycle, waiting for you. Wordlessly he hands you a helmet and you don't even try to question or talk him out of whatever he has planned, you just put the helmet on and get on the bike behind him, holding him incredibly tight so you don't fall off.
He stops in front of City Hall and helps you off the bike before walking you in. He doesn't stop until he's led you to the Mayor's office. Your shocked to see Cap, the leader of the biker gang, sitting next to Mayor Walker, whose nose has recently been broken. You gasp and try to turn away but Bucky grabs you and keeps you facing the Mayor.
Cap pats Walker's shoulder, "now what did I tell you?"
Walker shudders a little before looking at you and shakily saying, "I'm so sorry for cutting your budget so much. I will amend that today, making sure to take the money out of my own salary."
Your shaking, unable to respond. Bucky whispers into your ear, "what do you say, Doll?"
"Th-thank you, Mayor Walker," you stutter. "I...I really appreciate that you've ch-changed your mind."
"That's my girl," Bucky whispers before guiding you out of the office.
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note: first jess one-shot!!! (and i'm actually proud of it???) also i say their baby is one but i don't know babies to well so if she's too advanced for a one year old, just cut me some slack
warnings: teen pregnancy, food/eating
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⥠summary: Being a teen mom is hard but without any help it's even harder, after saving up enough she can finally move to Stars Hollow to be closer to her baby's father
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The bus ride down was long, and it only got worse as 1-year-old Caroline woke up from her nap and decided to let everyone know of the inconvenience. Finally after the long months of working and saving up she had enough to move to Stars Hollow, unlike Jess who had a parent to send them and an uncle to stay with, she saved up and made it happen. She wanted Caroline to be around her father, and she wanted to be close to Jess.
And Y/nâs always loved the idea of a small town, a place where you felt safe, a place she would feel safe raising her child in, a place that wasnât $2,500 a month for a closet. Here she could give her daughter a lot more, here she would have a support system in Jess and Luke. Unlike what her parents would give her.
By this point in the bus route it was only the mother and daughter and a couple strays, she saw the messy haired boy sitting on a park bench close to the bus stop, of course he had his nose in a book. She started packing up Carolineâs stuff, tucking her blanket and toys in the basket of the stroller.
When she got to the bus doors, Jess quickly made his way to help her lift the stroller down the steps, when the stroller was once again on the ground Jess squats down getting face to face with his little girl, âHey, Care!â âDaddy!â He lifted her up by her armpits. When the little girl was out of her seat and in her dadâs arms, her mom stacked their bags on the seat.
âHi! Youâre so big! Really she is. Sheâs growing up so fast.â âWell she can walk way more stable now. No more scaring, mommy that youâll fall if I look away for a second.â She says the last sentence in baby voice while she tickles the girlâs belly to make her giggle and their foreheads to rest on each otherâs. Â
âSo you gonna show us around?!â ââAroundâ?â They continued their walk around the gazebo area, walking towards Lukeâs.Â
âThis is it, that's the record shop, thatâs the bookstore, that's Lukeâs, and thatâs all you need to know.â âWell whereâs the bank, I might need to rob it later.â âYouâll find a job. And if you donât then work at Lukeâs, he could do with the time off then maybe heâd get off everyoneâs backs.â âHeâs probably stressed with you always causing trouble.â âMe? Trouble? Nooo, Iâm a peach.â
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Jess had the baby today since Y/n was off to find a job, her first stop was the most promising. Luke let her know that a friend of his needed extra staff at their Inn for an event that was coming up, someone who could be an assistant of sorts. So after wearing her most capable looking top, and best fitting jeans. She kissed Carolineâs check and yelled goodbye to Luke and Jess as she began her walk.
When she walked inside she saw a man at the front desk on the phone. Waiting to ask for directions, she hung around the manâs desk, busying herself with some pamphlet. She couldn't help but listen to the manâs angry English in his french accent.
Suddenly he hung up the phone and got back to writing whatever he was writing, without looking up and with an annoyed tone said, âYes?â âI was looking for Lorelei, Iâm here for-â âThe assistant job, yes.. Follow me.â He walked quickly to wherever it was they were going, mumbling along the way, âOf course, an assistant. Just what we need around here. Not like I donât already do most of the work around here.â
He opened the door for them, it ended up being the kitchen they were now in. A tall woman holding a to-go coffee cup that said âLukeâsâ on it and a shorter woman in an apron fighting with a scruffy man about vegetables, which look to be parsnips.Â
âThe mini-you is here.â âOne little comment, Micheal. Iâm not saying youâre incapable. I just want more help with organising events so I focus on planning!â âWhatever.â Turning on his heels, Micheal walked out the doors making his way back to his desk.Â
âSo youâve met Micheal! Sorry, we usually donât let him around the new people but we're a little short-staffed. Letâs head to the dining room.â
They sat down at a table in the dining room, Lorelei asked all the important questions, and Y/n was perfect, now she was just asking the things sheâll tell Sookie later when the woman asks about the new hire.
Taking a sip of her sixth coffee this morning Lorelei asked, âSo, are you new to town? I havenât seen you around before.â The girl was stirring milk into her second coffee as she responded, âYeah, I am. I just moved here with my um- my daughter, closer to her dad soâŚâÂ
Since it was of course the time most adults got horrified, thought she was a bad kid, and though she didnât get that vibe from Lorelei, it was at least bound to shock her. âYouâre daughter? How old are you? Wait- I know, itâs on your resume. I mean- Iâm, deja vu yâknow? Abba did say âthe history books on the shelf are always repeating themselvesâ.âÂ
She must have seen the confused look on the young girl and explained, âI had my daughter when I was sixteen.. And came here to get a job, so just getting major deja vu. Well then, since I know what youâre going through, I wonât put you through the short mental torture of waiting for a call I was gonna do and just tell you you got the job.â âOh, thank you! I really need this, I canât thank you enough.â âJust change her name to Lorelei and weâll call it even.â âdeal.â Those two would get along great, much to Lukeâs misfortune.
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Y/n sat at the counter with Caroline in front of her sitting on the counter while she played with her motherâs hair. Jess was filling up cups of coffee and serving customers while he listened to Y/nâs words.
âSo until you go back to school, youâll have Caroline during the day here and when Iâm done work Iâll take her.â âNo, youâll never have a break. After work you go to your house, relax then grab her after dinner.âÂ
Jess may have this âI only care about myselfâ attitude but that never included Caroline and Y/n, heâd kill for either of them at any given moment. He always put them first. If thought Y/n needed a break, she was getting a break whether she wanted it or not.Â
Just as the girl was going to thank him she was interrupted by another girl around their age coming to sit down at the counter, two over from her.Â
âI have the book you lent me.â She said, unknowingly interrupting the conversation since Jess was facing the coffee machine to make a new batch when she sat down. âOh, thanks.â He muttered, notably not turning to face her.
On the inside Jess felt guilty. Why did he feel guilty? He didnât do anything, he and Y/n werenât together, nevermind the fact that all he did was lend Rory a book. As friends. Because theyâre friends. But nonetheless it almost felt like cheating. Jess and Y/n may not be together officially but that didnât mean that they both didnât love each other. And not just because they were the parents to a beautiful little girl. Jess had always wanted more, heâd let the girl know that more than a handful of times, and she let him know it wasnât unrequited, yet something always came between them.
Youâd think having a baby together would bring them closer, and in some ways it did; they trusted each other more. But they also fought more and being the dumb teenagers they were, they didnât have the emotional ability to move past that and build the relationship they both wanted. And then when they felt they were ready to, Jess was sent to live with his uncle. Just another fork in the road. But now they were living in the same town and had a good system, and people to support them. It was the perfect time, everything was going right, they could feel all the feelings that never really left resurfacing.
âOkay, I have to get to work. Youâve got her?â âYeah.â âBye, baby, I love you. Iâll see you in a little bit, but you get to spend all day with daddy.â âBye-bye, mommy!âÂ
She said bye to Jess after she walked around the counter and handed him Caroline, muttering a small âgo see, daddyâ that Rory most definitely heard.
When the door finally chimed shut Rory shot up to follow Jess to the table he was now setting Caroline up at. She watched his gentle movements as he readjusts her shirt and places crayons and paper in front of her, which she got right into scriballing away.Â
âSheâs yours?â âYeah.â â.. So that girl is your girlfri-" "Iâve got work to do.âÂ
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The warm atmosphere of the dinner is a stark contrast to the cold winter air. Noticing Jess and Caroline are nowhere to be seen she assumes they were upstairs and makes her way up the stairs. Half-way up the flight of stairs she could hear her little girlâs loud giggles. She quietly opens the door to see Jess holding Caroline above his head, as if she was flying.
When she first got pregnant everyone told her Jess wouldnât be a good dad, that she canât rely on him for anything. God were they wrong. She doesnât think itâs possible for her baby to have a better person as a dad. She sadly doesnât get to watch the scene for much longer as sheâs spotted by little Caroline.
âMommy! I see daddy âmorrow?â âYes, you get to be with daddy all day tomorrow too.â âYay!â
As the conversation between them goes on, Jess lets his little girl plant her feet back on the ground and starts collecting some things sheâll need during the night before she comes back here tomorrow, he then starts getting Carolineâs shoes on her feet. While Y/n sits on the couch next to their little girl.
âSo who was that girl this morning?â âWho?âÂ
Jess always did this, it was a tell tale sign that he didnât want to talk about it, but thatâs never stopped Y/n before. âYou know who.â Of course having to be difficult, Jess gives her a fake confused look, as if heâs never met another girl in his life.Â
âThe one returning your book.â âOh, that girl.â âYeah, that girl.â âSheâs nobody.â âSo you just lend books to ânobodyâs now?â âCare, whereâs Mr.Wiggle?â The girl lets out a gasp and reaches out for Jess to help her off the couch, when he does she runs into the closet where she previously hid while playing hide and seek a couple hours earlier.Â
âWhat? Donât want Care to hear about her new step-mom?â âDonât call her that.â âWhat? Care? Only you can call her that?â âNo, donât call Rory Careâs âstep-momâ.â âRory! I get her name!âÂ
Jess was a quiet guy, but not this quiet, especially not with Y/n. He didnât want to talk about Rory, maybe because it was weird talking about another girl with your baby momma. And yes it was weird for Y/n too, but for a completely different reason, she assumes. She liked Jess, and has since before she even knew about Caroline.
âCâmon, Jess, itâs me. I want you to be happy.â Sure Rory made him happy, but only because she was the only friend he had here, it wasnât the way Y/n made him happy. Before he could deny for words again Caroline came back running into the room with her stuffie in her hands. Having already said her goodbyes, she opened the door and walked out.
âCaroline, wait hun! I think you should go for it Jess.â
She walked out the door, closing it behind her, leaving Jess to stare at where she disappeared. He decided to take her advice, just maybe not the way she meant it
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Y/n helped Caroline pack more snow onto their snowman. Caroline wanted to do it after she heard Luke complaining about town events again, he stopped complaining when he saw how excited the girl was. They had Mr.Wiggles off the side learning against the tree, using him as a reference.Â
âMommy, no. Mr.Wiggles has more hair.âÂ
Caroline was getting very comfortable ordering her mother around, but in this instance Y/n let it slide, poking more sticks on the top of the snowmanâs head to mimic Mr.Wiggleâs spiky hair.Â
âThatâs good!â
Lorelei and Rory were just one snowman down, both told Caroline they thought she would win and encouraged her before she even started. Since they were so close, they could hear the scene that had just played out.Â
âTough age, wait till you get to the terrible twos. âNoâ is all youâll hear.â Lorelei said, kindly as her and her own daughter walked past them. Y/n let out a laugh at the comment before she asks, âYou guys done already?â âNo, but after Michelangelo over there busted out the power buffer, and when Caroline busts out her cuteness, what chance do we have?â âI see your point.â âSo off to Lukeâs we go.â âWeâll see you there in a bit.â
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Y/n was standing talking to one of the decorators when she saw Lorelei and Sookie step out of the kitchen, quickly finishing her directions she wrote down a note on her clipboard then made her way to meet them at the entrance of the dining room.
When Sookie sees her, she asks, âWhatâre we looking at today?â Sookie was really fun to work with, like Lorelei she was very chill as a boss, but Sookie was also so kind and always took it upon herself to make sure Y/n has eaten and that her and Caroline are taken care of. She could tell the woman was going to make an amazing mother.
âThis is last on the list.â She replied, after she took a quick glance at her clipboard, then continued, âWeâve got trumpets, the madrigal singers-â âSorry to interrupt, but Iâm not playing squire of Bracebridge.âÂ
Sookie and Lorelei must have finally told Jackson to play the squire, they told her earlier in the week that they were playing to ask at the last moments so he had to. It was a flawless plan, especially when Jackson canât say no to Sookie.
She saw that Lorelei and Sookie were just ignoring him, so she played along and continued down her list, âAll the servers are lined up. This is just for the recorder players and harpists.â She stopped at the recorder players and let Lorelei talk to them, âHi. Lay some on us, guys.âÂ
The two recorder players played the soft tube they were going to come accustomed to in the next few days. The three of them shared positive looks and when their playing came to an end, Sookie said, âHey, you cats really know how to blow those things.â Lorelei continued Sookieâs comment by saying, âYouâve got the gig. Y/n here will call you later with the details. Thanks.âÂ
Recorder players started packing their things, Jackson started again on the fact that he wouldnât play the squire, and the three women continued to ignore him.
âWhen do the quests arrive?â âThursday at four on their own jet.â âAfter buying out the whole inn.â
âMust be nice to have money.â Y/n added, checking off and writing down more notes on her clipboard.
âYou know what struck me today?â â-Was it the fact that I am not the squire?-""Weâre crazy for doing this.â âWeâre beyond crazy.â It did feel crazy, Lorelei told her theyâd never done a function this big before and thatâs the reason they hired more help. Like her, but also that they were planning to do a lot more big things like this, more weddings, and such.Â
âWeâre âAnne Heche speaking her secret language to god and looking for the spaceship in Fresnoâ kinda crazy.â âOquinis no-goodo noto.â Sookie said, causing Y/n add, âIl ecnatra dos guidan.â
Their nonsense was once again interrupted by Jackson, âAnd spring this on me at the last minute too. I mean, thatâs just manipulative.â Suddenly a cook pops his head out of the kitchen, saying calmly, âSookie- fire!â
Sookie rolled her eyes softly, this happened far too often, before saying, âI gotta get back in the kitchen. You guys handle the harps?â Both women nodded and replied in unison, âYou got it.âÂ
âAlright. Iâll do it. Iâll play squire Bracebridge if thatâs what you want.â Everyone knew he would cave eventually. Sookie patted his arm and said a quick, âThanks, sweetie.â before walking back into the kitchen to hopefully deal with the fire. âAs long as itâs not just because I fit the costume.â Jackson looked back at Lorelei and Y/n, Lorelei had a grin on her face while Y/n wore a tight-lipped smile. âItâs because I fit the costume, isnât it?â He followed after Sookie.
Lorelei put her arm around Y/n and led them to the harpist, âGo ahead.â The harpist played the same tune as the two recorder players. But just as the woman started, Lorelei got a call. She patted Y/nâs arm, âI have to take this, you handle the harpist.â
The girl tried to stay calm, nodding her head and going back to listening to the music. Lorelei trusted her, yes it wasnât a big job by any means, but still it was a step into a bigger role down the line.
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The next day, Sookie and Y/n had all the waiters/performers in the dining room going over what their job was. And teaching them the old English words to use for things.
Sookie was just telling Rune that he couldnât just talk like an old man whe Lorelei came in with a disappointed look on her face, and let them know the dinner was off.
The three women, as well as Rory and Caroline were now sitting at a table at Lukeâs, Caroline was happily eating her pancakes, plain just as she liked and completely unaware of the collective disappointment of the group.
Lorelei has really welcomed Y/n into her life. She may not be Jessâs biggest fan, but she would always help another teen mom out. Especially since she sees so much of herself in Y/n. Sheâs grown to really love the girl in the short time theyâve known each other. And aftering hearing Y/n didnât have her family in her life she was more than happy to help and maybe become that family for her one day. Just like Mia did for her.
âIâve got 30 pounds of aged beef, trays and trays of trout, mountains of prune tarts. I diced pumpkins until my hands turned orange. Iâve got pumpkin hands!â Sookie showed the table her hands, it apparently caught Carolineâs attention since she grabbed Sookieâs right hand and held it in her left while she continued eating. Sookie lets her hand rest in the little girlâs while she freaks out more and asks Lorelei, âHow can you stay so calm?â âThereâs nothing we can do about it.âÂ
Rory was just as upset, mostly because she knew how hard her mother worked on the planning, âI canât believe they got snowed in.â Y/n hasnât told Jess, but sheâs become pretty close to Rory, the girl sometimes comes to the Inn and helps around and Roryâs become kinda her only friend, that was until Rory invited her to the record store with Lane. After that day she had two friends.Â
After knowing Rory more, she realised how much she and Jess have in common, and even though Rory has a boyfriend she can tell thereâs an attraction to Jess sheâs trying so hard to hide.Â
Y/n zoned out for a moment, looking outside, she was upset that the first event she helped organise wouldnât even happen. She was broken from her stare out the window from Caroline jumping in place while sitting on her momâs lap, the cause of which was Luke coming to the table.Â
âYou girls want anything besides coffee?â He asked, adding on with a pat on the girlâs head, âOr pancakes?â âHey, what about Luke?â âWhat about him?â âHe eats, and Jess eats. Doesnât Jess eat?â Sookie directs the question at Y/n, before the girl could say anything Luke cuts her off, âWhatâs she doing?â âI think sheâs inviting you for dinner.â
Getting distracted while trying to convince Luke to come to dinner, the four decide to still put on the dinner for the town. Like an out of control slumber-party.
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The dinner was going great, the secret amazing part of inviting the town was that Y/n and Caroline could actually meet everyone. Miss. Patty and Babette loved Y/n and Caroline (mostly Caroline), Caroline loved Kirk, and everyone loved that Caroline could do whatever she wanted and Talor wouldnât say anything. And Y/n got to meet Paris after all the stories sheâs heard.
Caroline and Y/n were in line for the horse drawn carriage rides, when Caroline saw her favourite person, Lane. âLaney! I ride with you!â Lane, before agreeing, made eye contact with Y/n to make sure it was okay. Y/n gave them the go ahead and helped Caroline get settled. After their carriage left she made her way to the next one. Telling the driver itâs just her.
It was nice to get a break from everything. It was quiet and peaceful. Well that was until Jess ran up and hopped on the carriage next to her. Without a word he put the blanket that was over the girlâs legs on his too.Â
âI thought you and Care were going together.â âSheâs one ahead, with Lane.â âAhhh. Well itâs two to a sleigh no more, no less. So you were breaking the rules, you're welcome for saving you.â âYou could have hurt yourself.â âAw, you care about me.â âYou are my baby's father.âÂ
She wished she just agreed with him. She didnât just care for him because he was Carolineâs dad, and she doesnât think she says it enough. But then again, maybe it would mess things up if she admitted that. But that decision was made for her.
âIâm touched.â âJess. I donât mean it like that. I care about you, Caroline or not.âÂ
Trying to change the topic to something she thought was more lighthearted, she says, âSo, how are things with Rory?â âThere are no things with Rory.â âCâmon, Jess, we can talk about this stuff-â âWhy are you so insistent that I date Rory?âÂ
She wasnât expecting that outburst. Not from Jess. He rarely ever yelled at her, and when he did it was always misplaced anger, never actually angry at her. This time it was her, it was what she said.
âI just want you to be happy-â âCâmon, Y/n. Be serious.â âI am. I want-â âIf you want me to be happy so bad, why wonât you give me a chance?!âÂ
He turned his face to her, looking right into her eyes, she could see the hurt in his. Did she put it there?
âWhatâre you-â âSince we found out about Caroline, Iâve tried and tried to help you realise that I love you. And not how you mean âI love youâ. I donât love and care for you because we have a family and I have to. I love you, because I want to. I want to be with you. And I know it will be hard, but Iâll do the work.âÂ
If she had more social awareness at the pent she would have hated that the coachman heard all of that. But after what Jess said, the look in his eyes; that was so full of love. She felt like it was just them two in the world. No, that it was just their little family in the whole world. He and Caroline were all she would ever need.
âI love you too, Jess. I have for so long, long before Caroline, but I thought you wouldnât want to be tied down to me, especially after I had Caroline, that any sign I thought you gave me was all in my head.â âItâs not.âÂ
He brought her in closer to him, an arm around her shoulders and when her arms wrapped around his waist he left a kiss on the crown of her head. The small kiss brought her eyes up to him, which led to their first real kiss in one year and nine months.Â
His lips were softer than she remembered, but they still fit into hers as if they never left.
She broke away from their reuniting kiss to place her head in the crook of his neck, wanting nothing more than to be close to him.
âMy mom didnât want me to come home.â She took her head out of his neck to look at him fully. They were always that person for each other, the one you can tell your problem to and they knew when to help and when listening was enough. Right now, she knew listening was enough.
âIâm sorry, Jess.â âItâs fine. Just sucks.â âI know. Well, Care and I will always want you to come home.â After her words, he brought her closer than before. She was always just what he needed.Â
Wanting to change the subject, Jess nodded his head to the snowman Y/n and Caroline built. âItâs good.â âWhat?â âYour snowman, well Carolineâs snowman I'm sure sheâd want me to say.â âYou know which oneâs ours?â âDefinitely shows her personality⌠It kinda looks like Mr.Wiggles.â âThatâs what we were going for. But everyone thinks the one on the end is going to win.â âReally? Itâs so overdone.â âI agree.â âYou and Careâs should win.â âAgree again.â
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The dinner was filled with Jess and Luke confused at what exactly was in the food, Jess and Y/n trying their best to keep Caroline sat which about half an hour in they gave up and just let her walk around the lobby, as well as saying hello and talking to everyone at the table. Having an interesting conversation with Mrs.Kim about grace, âhelpingâ Kirk by sitting on his rolling food cart, and even talking with Paris for a while.Â
Overall it was a great night. Even better when Jess, Y/n, and Caroline got to their shared room, putting Caroline asleep together for the first time in a while. And falling to sleep in the same bed together, holding each other, listening to each otherâs breaths, as well as Carolineâs. Everything was just how they both always secretly wanted. And now get to have openly and freely.Â
-Â
In the morning Y/n got up early since she was technically working, and she still was when Luke, Jess, and Caroline left to open the diner for the day. It was around noon when Y/n finally left, walking to Lukeâs to spend the day with her two favourite people. Which was when she saw Michelangeloâs snowman fallen to a large pile of snow on the ground.
She didnât even have to think for a second to know that Jess did it. Sometimes he did the weirdest things to show his love.
The bell rang as she pushed open the door, she sat down next to Caroline, saying âgood morningâ and getting one back before she made her way to the counter.
âI saw what you did.â âWhatâd I do?â âCaroline will be happy she won.â âAnything if my girlâs win.â
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PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 (NSFW) - PART 4 - PART 5 (NSFW)
You started having the dream again. The disembodied eyes of your father floating in a black void. Just the eyes. Nothing else.
And for hours- and it really felt like hours- they would just stare at you. The eyes never moved, or blinked, or did anything other than hang in the air. But there was a terrible sense of dread when you looked into them. You couldnât force yourself to look away.
And so that was why you had been losing sleep. You didnât tell your mother that though. When she asked what troubled you, you made up some excuse to quell her worry. You could never tell her the truth; the truth that there was some piece of you left which never recovered. But guilt nearly destroyed your mother, and you couldnât bear to let it fester in her any longer.
On Sunday you spread all of the ingredients the orc man gave you across your table. He didnât even tell you the measurements. Your mother glanced down at you as she made her way to the root cellar. She stopped in her tracks, âBy the Gods, are you making golden eggs?â You cocked your head at her questioningly. âWhere did you find turmeric all the way out here?â She grabbed a pinch of it, âAnd so much of it too!â
âUh-â Your mother had a sparkle in her eyes that you hadnât seen for a few years. She chuckled to herself, âYears ago. Many many years ago. There was a very nice orc family who lived just down the path. The wife taught me this recipe.â
Orc family? This was the first you have heard of an orc family. âYou never told me you had orc friends Ma!â You jeered at her. She smiled warmly. âYou hadnât been born yet, of course you wouldnât have remembered. Your elder sister loved playing with the little orc girl.â She reached for a jar from the cupboard and began concocting the mixture. When she was done the eggs swirled around in the vibrant yellow brine.
There was still turmeric left over, and your mother was so excited to show you how it could even be an excellent clothing dye. She took one of your more drab frocks got to work.
~
You werenât used to feeling pretty. Sure, you knew you werenât ugly by any stretch of the imagination. But to feel pretty? Beautiful even? It had been years.
But today, on regular Monday, you felt radiant. Your mother actually gasped when you stepped out of your room. You looked like a dream in the yellow shade your mother had dyed the fabric. She insisted on arranging your hair specially to go with the dress. âItâs just another Monday, Ma. Any more primping and Iâll be over-dressed.â The older woman sighed, kissing you on the forehead, âFine go along now⌠before I start braiding daisies in your hair.â You giggled and practically skipped out the front door. Tucked in your basket was the jar of golden eggs.
The town square was nearly vacant, save for a few other shopkeepers opening up for the day. And then you saw the trio of orc men sharpening their arrows and adjusting the tension of their great longbows. You reckoned they were just about to leave for a hunt. Curse the Gods for your lingering gaze, but you made direct eye contact with one of them. You made direct eye contact with him. The orc you had bloodied and bruised the previous week.
Something (probably a lack of self-preservation) compelled you to start walking towards the bunch. If your mother could make peace with orcs, why couldnât you? âBut this isnât a peaceful family with children, theyâre trained killers, y/nâŚâ You thought to yourself. The little muscle inside your chest was puttering away as you got closer. The two other hunting mates had started to notice your approach now. Your orc acquaintance had sort of a surprised yet dumb look on his face as you stopped before him.
âYou didnât write me a recipe, but you can thank my mother for knowing how to prepare these.â You extended the jar to him. His friends were snickering to themselves, and the orc just sat there staring at the contents of the jar. One of his buddies guffawed and whacked a big hand onto his back, âThis simpleton canât read to save his life⌠wonât be getting any recipes from him!â
You also held out the two silver pieces he had given you, and dropped them into his open palm. âAnd I canât take these. Not after I injured you. Can we consider ourselves even now?â
âKhargaad, you didnât tell us this was who the scuffle was with.â The other orc friend chuckled, âAnd look at that, not a scratch on her. Guess she won.â
Khargaad. Was that his name? Or was it a word in their mother tongue? He shot a venomous look to his friends, and with that they backed away leaving the two of you alone. âThese look⌠like theyâre supposed to,â He said in a tone of mild surprise. âYour mother⌠She knows other orcs?â
Was he trying to make conversation with you? âUm- Yes! Yes, it was a long while ago. They lived down the road from my family. It was before I was born, but they got along well from what I hear,â you replied. There was a deeply awkward pause before he glanced quickly at your dress. âOh!â You gasped, âmy mother taught me about this as well. The yellow stuff you gave me is an excellent clothing dye.â
âYes, I know.â His tone was a little gruff. You felt foolish for telling him what he probably already knew. âYour name is Khargaad?â You blurted out. A hint of color rose to his cheeks, âYup. Khargaad. And- um- what may I call you?â
ây/n,â you replied with a nervous smile. Silence hung over the both of you for a second. âWell, Iâll be on my way.â He said, turning on his heel to join his hunting mates. âStay safe out there!â You responded. Your inner-self cringed, that reply was probably too familiar. He glanced back at you one more time before jogging to catch his friends.
~
The next day Milo found you sweeping outside the shop. âWhy were you talking to those orcs?â He spat at you. You didnât look up at him, âJust customers.â This technically wasnât untrue.
âYou donât have orc customersâ
âSays who. You?â You snorted at him, pushing the dust from the cobblestones onto his shiny leather boots. He yanked the broom from your grasp, âWhy are you wearing that?â He hissed. You glared at him, wrenching the broom back from his grasp. âItâs none of your fucking business-â
âLet me buy you new dresses, y/n. You look like an orc.â You straightened a bit. âWhat do you mean?â Milo rolled his eyes. âItâs turmeric. They often dye their clothes with turmeric. It looks ridiculous if you ask meâŚâ He trailed off. You were tired of this conversation, leaving him standing in the street. He didnât bother to follow you inside.
The rest of the day was uneventful. You spent the last hour hammering some boards over the window still shattered from your target practice.
You didnât notice Karghaad watching you across the square.
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Thank you to everyoneâs sweet comments, and to those who wanted a part 2 đ
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Moving In Together OTP Prompts (+ preparing to move in)
They go house/apartment hunting.
They buy furniture for their new place.
^ and build some of it together.
They sleep in their new bed for the first time.
^ except they have trouble actually falling asleep because they're so excited about living together and getting to wake up next to their favorite person every day.
They decorate their respective hobby rooms.
^ or they decide to have a shared hobby room, and it's a perfect blend of both their tastes.
They go grocery shopping.
^ except they get into silly disagreements about which brands to get.
They help each other unpack all their stuff and find some things they didn't know the other had.
"Come over" becomes "Come home" (and they couldn't be happier).
They hang cute pictures of themselves all over the place (saving their favorite for the bedside table).
Before they move all their stuff in, they sit and talk on the floor, just taking it in that the place is gonna be theirs.
They take lots of pictures of themselves in the house/apartment before and after it's furnished.
They repaint the place together (and probably get some paint on their clothes).
They play games like Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who has to do which chores.
A goes out to the balcony to check out the view. B comes up behind them and wraps them in their arms.
They take a walk around their new neighborhood.
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little romance documentary
contains: swearing, fluff, use of y/n and a whole lot of dumb things.
tom!peter parker x stark!reader
a/n: the long-awaited rory comeback! and iâm in my spiderman phase so..the ethan landry stuff will have to wait.
summary: (based off the video diary scene in homecoming) a compilation of all things youâve done with peter :3
âWhat are you doing?â You poke at the camera, causing it to shake a little bit. âPlease donât tell me youâre going to show that to the rest of the world.â
Peter shakes his head, âWhat? No, itâs a little behind-the-scenes thing. Video diary, documentary..â He tries to find the right word.
This is probably why you thought your father hiring someone your age was a bad idea.
âRight, who are you gonna show it to?â And all you can do is stare into the camera while he keeps on recording whateverâs happening in the fancy car.
âOh, itâs just for me. For memories!â Peter moves the camera away from your view and makes it look like heâs in the spotlight instead.
Youâre quite overwhelmed, so you give him a smile in return. âYou can do a little introduction.. if you want.â He says with a grin as he makes the camera face you.
âOkay,â You clear your throat, fixing the way you looked. âIâm Y/N Stark, we are going to Germany, currently being driven by my trusty servant, Happy Hogan!â
Happy quickly interrupts the process, âAnd Iâm not too happy with how you have the nerve to call me your trusty servant.â You roll your eyes at his words. âWhatever.â
âAnd Iâm here with uh..Spiderboy!â You continue after a short while, Peter laughs, turning the camera back to himself before correcting the name, âItâs Spiderman, actually..â
The car speeds along the road, and everything felt okay. You were staring into the sun, enjoying and relaxing, Peter was recording you as you were doing so. Admiring how he was able to work with a really cool person..and his daughter.
Reporters and even influencers were calling you a privileged pretty girl, but he didnât believe those people at all.
You look back at Peter, whoâs quick to move the camera in Happyâs direction. You knew what he was doing and all you hoped for was that he didnât capture a bad angle.
âOkay, okay, let's do this properly,â you say, taking the camera from Peter. âI'm Y/N Stark, the brains and beauty behind this operation. And this,â you turn the camera to Peter, âis Spiderman, our main character and friendly neighborhood hero in Queens.â
Peter gives a mock salute to the camera. âIâm here to save the day or, at the very least, make some pretty cool memories.â
Happy shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips as he focuses on the road ahead. âJust don't get yourselves into too much trouble, kids.â
âTrouble? Us? Neverrrr~â you say with a smirk.
This was also the start of a great friendship.
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The camera flicks on and Peterâs face fills the screen as he grins mischievously. âAlright, weâre going to pull the ultimate prank on Happy. Wish us luck.â He whispers into the lens.
You appear next to him, just as excited, holding a box. âWeâve been planning this for a while. This is going to be EPIC.â You whisper.
The two of you sneak through the hallway of the lavish suite, making sure you arenât attracting any attention. Happy was inside his room, absorbed by a movie, completely unaware of whatâs happening as usual.
âReady?â you ask Peter, who nods to the camera.
You press a button on a small remote, activating the surprise. Suddenly, the speakers hidden around the room begin to play the song âWHO LET THE DOGS OUT?â
Happyâs movie is long gone when itâs replaced by a compilation of embarrassing moments such as Happy looking into the fridge at three in the morning, him slipping on the floor, Happy trying (and utterly failing) to dance and getting scared by jumpscares.
He looks up, startled at first. âWhat the hell..?â
And that was your cue.
You and Peter burst into the room, laughing hysterically. âGOTCHA!â You shout, holding up the camera to capture his reaction. Happy was trying to suppress such levels of anger behind his crossed arms. âReally, kid? Youâre involving the bossâs daughter OR SHOULD I SAY THE DEVILâS OFFSPRING in your shenanigans?â
You both grin sheepishly. âHappy, relax..it was all her idea. I was just the accomplice, I was cool.â Happy shakes his head in disgust. âYouâre lucky I have a sense of humor.â He says, holding up a finger as he walks to the bathroom. âTHIS MEANS WAR!â Happy yells out.
âBring it on, grandpa.â You tease. âYouâll never top this.â You and Peter high-five. âThink we need to wrap this up before he gets any other ideas..â Peter scratches his head as you turn the camera back to yourself.
Peter put on a cowboy-ish accent, âUntil next time, folks. We are now signing off.â He tips his invisible hat, still grinning.
-
Youâre on a plush couch next to the famous Tony Stark, sitting across from Peter who has the camera in his hand.
âHey, nonexistent audience, welcome back to our comedy club! Weâre here with Mr. Stark since this is a special episode.â Peter leans over at the camera, making him look like heâs upside down.
He pans the camera to you and Tony. Your father looked slightly bewildered and you were enjoying the spotlight.
âThank you so much for joining us, Mr. Stark.â Peter settles down in front of the two of you. âFirst off, Y/Nâhow does it feel to be the daughter of Iron Man? Is it all..uh, glitz and glamour?â
You laugh, glancing at your dad. âIt has its pros and cons. I still wanna sue that reporter for calling me a bitch.â Peter laughs at your words and focuses the camera on you as you go on and on about trying out the latest tech before it even reaches the world.
Tony raises an eyebrow at Peter and then looks back at you while you ramble about being a Stark.
âThatâs a bit odd,â He places a hand on his chin, probably showing off his goatee. âMy daughter likes to do solo projects, so itâs odd seeing you two of all people working together for this..video diary but if youâre out of trouble and it keeps Y/N happy, who am I to complain, right?â
You smirk, âAt least Dadâs on board.â
Peter smiles, moving on to the next question. âY/N, whatâs one thing people would be surprised to know about Mr. Stark as a dad?â
You think for a moment, then grin. âHeâs actually a big softie. He pretends to be all tough and serious, but heâs the first to offer a hug when you need one. And he makes the best pancakes.â
Tony chuckles, shaking his head. âYouâre ruining my tough guy image, kid.â
Peter chuckles but doesnât remove the cameraâs focus from you. âAnd Mr. Stark, whatâs one piece of advice youâd give to Y/N as she navigates her way through life?â
Tonyâs expression turns sincere, his tone softening. âAlways be true to yourself, buttercup. Itâs easy to get caught up in what people expect of you, but at the end of the day, itâs your own integrity and heart that matter the most. And remember, youâre stronger than you think.â
You smile, touched by your dadâs words. âThanks, Dad.â
Peter glances at his notepad, then back at the two of you. âAlright, final question. Y/N, whatâs next for you? Any exciting projects or plans?â
Tony raises an eyebrow, he definitely caught on Peterâs not-so-secret intentions by now. âWell, Iâve got a few ideas in the works,â you say, smiling at the camera. âBut youâll have to stay tuned to find out. Canât give away all my secrets now, can I?â
Tony leans back. âYou know, Peter, you seem very interested in Buttercupâs plans. Any particular reason for that?â
Peter stammers slightly, his cheeks turning a bit red. âOh, I just think she has some really cool ideas, Mr. Stark.â
You laugh, leaning towards the camera. âAnd you can bet weâll be documenting every step of the way in our video diary.â
Peter grins, wrapping up. âWell, thatâs it for todayâs episode. Big thanks to Tony Stark for joining us. Until next time, keep watching for more adventures.â
As the recording ends, Tony shakes his head, smiling at the two of you. âYou know, this might actually be a good thing. Just donât let it go to your heads.â
You leave the room and the first thing Tony does is head over to Peter. âIâm not the kind of father to tell boys to stay away from their skanky little daughters but..donât lay your..spider hands, spider legs, eight legs, whatever spiders have on my daughter.â
-
Peter sits on the edge of his bed in his hotel room, bouncing slightly with excitement despite the cuts and bruises covering his face. The adrenaline from the fight still runs through his veins. He can't help but giggle as he replays the battle in his mind.
There's a knock on the door, and before he can respond, you step inside. âPeter? You in here?â
âY/N! You wonât believe what just happened, I met Captain America and I took his shield and I was like..â Peter puts on a deep voice as he runs his mouth even faster, âHey, whatâs up, everybody? Iâm Spiderman from Queens andââ
âOkay, okay, youâre talking too fast.â You stop him but you canât help but laugh at how enthusiastic he is about everything. âYou probably looked impressive out there, Spider-boy, but are you okay? I mean-â
Peterâs grin widens and he interrupts, âIâm more than okay! IT WAS INSANE! I was out there with Iron Man, Black Widow, Captain America, Hawkeye and a bunch of new guys and I..â He stops when he sees how genuinely worried you are. âBut yeah, Iâm fine..really. Just a scratch.â
You canât help but smile. âAlright, letâs see those âfew bruisesâ then,â you say, sitting down on the bed and patting the spot next to you.
This was the moment where you realized you were falling in love with him.
Peter sits beside you, still bubbling with excitement. âOkay, so there was this one moment where I webbed Capâs shield andââ
âWait, you webbed Captain Americaâs shield?âyour eyes were wide. âYeah!â His face lit up. âAnd then heâs like, âYou got heart, kid,â and Iâm thinking, âDid Captain America just compliment me?ââ
You laugh, shaking your head. âThatâs incredible, Peter. But seriously, are you sure youâre okay?â
Peter nods, his expression softening a bit. âSore, but good. It was just... so surreal. Iâve never been in anything like that before.â
You reach out and gently touch one of the bruises on his cheek. âIâm glad youâre okay. You did great today, Peter. Just donât forget to take care of yourself too.â
âI will, I PROMISE.â He gives you a little pinky promise, both of you linking your small fingers together. His excitement gave way to a more relaxed, contented smile.
As Peter finished talking about everything that happened at the airport in detail, you lean in and press a gentle kiss on his roughed-up cheek. âGoodnight, Pete.â
Peterâs eyes widened in surprise, nearly all of his blood rushing to his face. âAww, thanks.â A blush creeped up his face.
As you stand to leave, Peter's gaze shifts to the table where the camera is.
His cheeks flush even deeper as he realizes the camera caught your goodnight kiss. He quickly reaches over to turn it off, Peter can't help but smile as he replays the moment over in his mind until he drifts off into sleep.
This was also the moment he realized he was falling in love with you too.
-
The two of you sat side by side on Peterâs bed, watching the footage from his laptop.
Suddenly, the scene transitions to the part where you kissed Peter goodnight. Peter shifts next to you, scratching the back of his head. âUm, so..that was uh, unexpected!â
You nod as well, âTotally unexpected.â
Peter clears his throat, his eyes darting around the room, looking anywhere but straight into your soul. âI mean, not that it wasn't nice! It was... really nice. But, um, I just didn't expect it.â
You chew on your lip, trying to find the right words. âRight, yeah. I mean, it's not like I planned it or anything. It just... happened.â
There's a long pause when the awkwardness decides to stay forever. Finally, Peter breaks the silence. "I... I have to tell you something. Ever since we started this video diary, I kinda..uh, liked you. Not like a âyouâre coolâ like but yeah! I..like-like you. More than just a general..likeness.â
You were caught off guard. âOh, wow, thatâs um, even more unexpected.â
Peter winces, his cheek turning as red as his suit. âYeah, I know, itâs kind of out of the blue..sorry. I didnât wanna make things weird because I work for your dad of all people.â
âNo, itâs not weird..uh.â You shake your head, trying to find the right words to say. âI donât feel the same way but uh-â
Peterâs eyes widen, âOh, thatâs alright, I mean, I wasnât forcing you to like me back butââ
âNO! NO! NO!â You sit up and look down at Peter, âI do feel the same way, I uh..like-like you too but it feels like I care a lot more than you do..like I like you a lot more than you like me. Shit like that..â
âReally?â He breathes out, âYou do?â
You nod, fixing Peterâs messed-up hair. âYeah, I do.â
Before either of you can say anything else, Peter gets up, places the laptop on the other side and leans in hesitantly, his lips mere inches from yours. He looks at you, and all you can do in the intensity of the moment is nod. Peter closes the gap and captures your lips in a soft kiss.
He grabs you by the waist and has you straddling him as you try to deepen the kiss. Peter, considering your father, probably thought you had some experience but you didnât. You, on the other hand, were thankful for the playboy genes kicking in so this wouldnât turn out horrible.
It's awkward, clumsy, and completely perfect in its imperfection, just like how any other first kiss two people have should be.
You both pull away, breathless and wide-eyed.
Suddenly, a loud knock on the door breaks the moment, causing you both to jump apart in surprise. Aunt May's voice calls out from the other side, oblivious to the lovey-dovey moment within.
âPeter, dinner's ready!â
You share a sheepish smile, Peter realizes heâs not alone in his embarrassment. âGuess we'll continue this later,â you say, your cheeks still flushed.
âShe makes terrible meatloaf, I just wanted to tell you.â He says as you get off his lap.
You look at the laptop next to Peter and laugh at the sight of Peter blushing and gushing like a fool after you kissed him that night. âI think we turned your video diary into a little romance documentary instead.â
âAt least Iâll have something to show people when they ask how we met.â Peter shrugs and closes the laptop.
âYou still canât show that to anyone else, man..â You groan as you stand up, grabbing Peterâs hand to help him up.
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â "HEY, HEY CLASSMATE!" . . .
⤡ youâre their seatmate!
angels notes: can be read as platonic or romantic
featuring the DORMLEADERS
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
âriddle as a seat mate is kinda a pain in the ass
âEspecially during his first year; boy would scold you for breathing too loud!
âUpon second year though heâs a lot more mellowed out
âYour one of the only people who WOULD take a seat next to him, and in exchange he helps you with things you donât understand.
âHe also wonât speak a word if you copy off his homework⌠just donât make it too obvious!!
âHeâd also save you if your late to class by making up an excuse or such, but shh donât tell him you know how down-bad he is for you.
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
âgoodluck getting him to even show up to class
âif he does heâs literally only coming for you. heâll ask you to take notes for him and stuff but wont complain if you donât
âin the end he does only show up to class because your next to him, so be sure too show up yourself!!
âif he catches someone else in the seat next to you he is LEAVING, or kicking them out, no way is he sitting through the class without you by his side
âheâs not that awful of a seatmate: heâs familiar with the material so if he's in a particularly good mood heâll help!
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
âboy probably made a deal with some student to ensure heâs always sitting next to you. doesnât matter what class heâs there
âtotally believes in unassigned signed seating so will talk off someone if they take HIS spot next to you
âdefinitely helps you with your homework. in fact he encourages you to come to him for help (he wants you to know you can use him as a shoulder to lean on)
âalso will make up an excuse on why your late, except its hella valid
âprobably shares a textbook with you ngl, and definitely shares his notes
âdefinitely will share his school supplies. need an eraser? he has 3! a pencil? heres a newly sharpened one!
âprobably will try extra hard to show off, he wants to impress you
â(heâs also extremely vigilant on whether his handwriting is neat or not when your next to him!!)
KALIM AL ASIM
âheâs such a fun seat mate. though heâs very distracting LMAOO
âdefinitely gets you both in trouble for talking during a lecture (he doesnât care though, its you!)
âcompletely forgets about taking notes because he just wants to chat with you
âprobably has been moved in class
âwill buy you a thousand pencils so you never have to sharpen one LMAO
âdrags you into group projects with him and stuff, heâs pure at heart, really!!
âactually pretty insightful, heâll exchange answers with you, and go into convo about how you came up with such an opinion or answer
ââhey this is [name]âs seat!â he says to this poor clueless student. heâs your desk warden aha!
VIL SCHOENHEIT
âVil is actually a good seatmate! he shows up on time, always hands in his work. has academic plot armor (has he ever failed??) and heâs willing to help! though heâll still make you do it yourself
âhe brings you snacks during class! only healthy ones of course, but he feeds you and heâs super sweet about it too! Literally that one friend that always shares their food for lunch
âdefinitely someone to look up too, and heâll teach you concepts or help you catch up if you fall behind. He's your personal free tutor, he uses these sessions as excuses to see you, not gonna lie!
âhe may occasionally scold you based on how you present yourself, especially if you are lazy with it, but its all out of care! He'll fix it himself anyway. He personally loves running his fingers through your hair.
ânot seatmate behaviors :P he cares
IDIA SHROUD
âhes more of a text mate tbh
âbro will send u messages on twstcord and get you caught đđ
âhe doesnt even show up in person hes just there to listen atp
âeven then he ADORES listening to you talk, and although he really doesn't need help with homework since you know he's there?? he'll still ask you to bring homework to him because he's petty and he wants to see you.
âand if he invites you to a "study session" its really just him stammering over his words and playing video games
âoh god, he also imagines physically sitting next to you in class, and reenacting scenes from a shoujo! actually, nevermind... too many people...
MALLEUS DRACONIA
âMalleus finds you interesting. you have enough courage to sit next to him? how interesting
âliterally the only one in class who doesn't sit like 5 kilometers away from him. He immediately grows a liking to you because of that.
âheâll talk to you in class unknowingly getting you both caught LMAO, except your the only one getting in trouble unfortunately.
âheâll have in dept conversations to you about certain topics, and almost always has an answer to give you in class
âheâs an encyclopedia, and he LOVES helping you! ask and hes already explaining.
âprobably gets distracted by staring at you in class. Not sneaking glances, full on dazedly staring at you (in a totally not menacing way). he just likes looking at you! don't mind him!
âa sweetheart really, also super possessive over your seat. he ensures he's always on time to class so he can see you and sit next to you, and heâll get all pouty if he cant.
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