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âCause I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous boy | Part 1
Synopsis: How do they react when someone flirts with their significant other?
Tags: Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Protective, Flirting, Dark Undertones, Romantic Tension
Warnings: Mild possessiveness, subtle manipulation, slight intimidation, jealousy, dark themes, possible emotional manipulation
(Part 2)
Sunday
Sunday's golden eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed the unwanted attention being directed at you. He observed for a moment, his dignified demeanor never faltering. However, the subtle tightening of his jaw betrayed a deeper emotion simmering beneath the surface.
With graceful steps, he approached, his halo casting a faint glow behind his head as he effortlessly inserted himself into the conversation. His hand rested lightly on your shoulder, fingers cold yet reassuring. "I see youâve caught the attention of someone who doesn't understand boundaries," he said, voice dripping with a twisted kindness. The flirtatious individual faltered under his gaze, the intensity of his golden eyesâsharp and knowingâdismantling any sense of power they might have held.
"Allow me to guide you somewhere... more peaceful." Sunday murmured to you, leading you away. His grip, though gentle, carried an unmistakable possessiveness. His twisted desire to shield you from discomfort played out in his actionsâcontrol, protection, and escape from the harshness of such interactions.
Yet behind the composed facade, there was a flicker of possessive jealousyâhe would never admit it openly, but the notion of anyone causing you discomfort stirred a dark satisfaction in ensuring they never approached you again.
Dr. Veritas Ratio
Dr. Ratioâs gaze flickered toward the scene, noting the discomfort painted across your features as the unwanted attention continued. His lips curled into a smirk, an amused scoff escaping him as he closed the distance between you and the offender. The sheer confidence in his posture made his presence impossible to ignore.
"You seem... intellectually challenged," Ratio remarked bluntly to the flirt, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and condescension. "You see, my partner isnât interested in primitive gestures of attraction. They prefer stimulating conversation, something you appear incapable of providing."
He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close with an air of smug satisfaction. "Allow me to demonstrate what true compatibility looks like." His words, though cutting toward the flirt, were meant to reassure you. Ratio didn't bother hiding the possessive undercurrent in his tone.
In his mind, you were already his equal, intellectually and emotionally, and there was no room for such trivial distractions. His jealousy manifested not in anger, but in a pointed display of superiority, ensuring no one would dare challenge his place beside you.
Aventurine
Aventurine watches the flirtation unfold from across the room, his smile still present but with a hint of something darker behind it. His magenta and cyan eyes flicker with amusement, though his gaze lingers on your discomfort for a moment too long. Slowly, he saunters over, his every step deliberate, like a high-stakes poker player revealing a winning hand.
âMy, my,â he begins, slipping an arm around your waist as he pulls you close. The flirt freezes under his penetrating stare. âIt seems youâve miscalculated,â he says, his tone smooth as velvet, yet there's a razor-sharp edge beneath the surface. âYou see, this one belongs to me.â
Aventurine lets the words hang, watching the flirter with a grin that doesnât reach his eyes. His fingers play absentmindedly with one of his golden rings, the subtle gesture adding to the tension. âAnd I donât share my investments.â
The flirter takes a step back, realizing theyâve lost this particular gamble, and mutters an apology before disappearing. Aventurine chuckles softly, turning to you with a playful smirk.
âHonestly, darling,â he says, adjusting the collar of his overcoat, âthe nerve of some people, thinking they can play a hand theyâve already lost.â His eyes gleam mischievously as he leans in closer, whispering, âDonât worry, Iâve got you covered. No one dares touch whatâs mine.â
Thereâs a flicker of possessiveness in his tone, subtle but unmistakable, as though you were a precious prize he wouldnât let anyone else even attempt to claim. Though his demeanor is playful, you sense the jealousy simmering beneath his charm, a silent reminder that in Aventurineâs world, risks are calculated, and he never gambles on what heâs already won.
(If this gets 10 likes/hearts, I'll post a suggestive fic of Sunday and Part 2 of this đ€)
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Levi's horrible flirting skills part 11. Final
Masterlist link to all the previous parts.
"Thatâs how I wanted to catch you.âÂ
"Tch." Levi walked down the cobblestone streets, his jacket slung over his shoulder, the night air warm and filled with the fading echoes of festivities. The stars glittered above, their brilliance almost drowned out by the city's dimming lights. He avoided eye contact, rolling his eyes at the pointed comment, feeling the call-out was entirely unnecessary.Â
âShame, shame on you,â Erwinâs deep voice reverberated in the empty street. The commander and Hange stood by a nearby gate, both awaiting a cart to take them home. Erwin's icy blue gaze was fixed on Leviâs head, as if trying to will him into submission through sheer scrutiny.Â
But Levi, ever unbothered, leaned back against the wrought-iron gates of the manor where the party had been held, content to wait in silence.Â
Hange, unable to contain themselves, giggled beside Erwin. âWhatâs with the long face, Levi?â they teased, reaching out to poke at Leviâs sides in an attempt to draw a reaction.Â
Levi shot them a withering glance, raising a single eyebrow but maintaining his stoic facade. âAnd you? I didnât see you all night. What hole did you crawl into, four eyes?âÂ
Hangeâs smile faltered, their usual cheer dimming as they leaned back against the gate. âNone of your business,â they muttered, crossing their arms defensively.Â
âThatâs what I thought,â Levi murmured, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. âThereâs honour among thieves, right?âÂ
The cart finally rolled up, the sound of its wheels breaking the silence. Erwin let out a long-suffering sigh, clicking his tongue in disapproval. âYou two are incorrigible,â he muttered, sounding like a weary parent at the end of their rope. âI swear, Iâm not taking you two anywhere ever again.âÂ
Hange broke into laughter again, but Levi nudged them, their voice laced with mock seriousness. âAnd who else are you going to bring? Weâre the only ones left,â they quipped, before Hangeâs chuckles burst into full-blown laughter at the absurdity of their own joke.Â
Levi had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, his hand covering his eyes as he struggled to maintain his composure in front of his superior.Â
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Levi finished saddling his horse, meticulously preparing his equipment for the upcoming expedition. He moved with precision, checking the horseâs hooves to ensure everything was in perfect condition; the animal was his trusted companion into battle, and no detail could be overlooked. He was nearly done when Hange rushed over, their steps hurried and chaotic, papers and blueprints haphazardly clutched under one arm. They were clearly late, scrambling to finish preparations.Â
âErwin got mad for real this time,â Hange blurted out, still catching their breath from running around with the last-minute tasks that had piled up on them.Â
Levi glanced up, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. âI told you not to press your luck that night,â he said, tightening the straps on his saddle without missing a beat.Â
Hange huffed, shuffling through their papers. âOh, please. Like youâre one to talk,âÂ
The two fell into step beside their horses, the steady clatter of hooves on the cobblestones mingling with the sounds of soldiers readying for the march. They moved purposefully through the city, navigating the controlled chaos as soldiers took their positions. The massive gates loomed ahead, towering and imposing, the final barrier between the cityâs safety and the uncertainty beyond.Â
Levi walked alongside his horse; his gaze fixed ahead. As they approached the gates, he was just about to mount when a familiar tug on his jacket stopped him. Usually, citizens knew better than to get that close. Perhaps kids could get a bit excited, but everyone generally respected the formation. He turned, finding Y/N slipping through the crowd to reach him.Â
Pushing through the crowd with a sense of urgency, Y/N finally reached Levi. âHey,â she said, a bit breathless, as she stepped into his personal space.Â
Levi, momentarily stunned, managed to echo her greeting with a dazed, âHey.â His hand still gripped the reins of his horse, which shifted slightly, sensing the tension.Â
âIâŠâ she began, searching for the right words. âI thought I should come by and wish you luck.âÂ
The moment hung awkwardly between them, both unsure of how to proceed. They were like two people trying to navigate a conversation where the rules were unclear, both wary of overstepping boundaries.Â
Leviâs attention shifted as he glanced at the formation of his squad, the urgency of their departure pressing on him. âThanks,â he said, his voice softening slightly, though his focus remained on the task at hand. âI donât have much time.âÂ
âHow is this done? Do I... like, kiss her here or...?âÂ
âNo, the last thing I need is my cadets seeing me kiss her. Iâll never hear the end of it. Too much PDA for me, no thanks.âÂ
Y/N, sensing the awkwardness, fumbled with the package she had brought. âIâI didnât know what to get you, but I thought this might be nice.â She pushed the makeshift bundle into his hands, her fingers brushing his.Â
Levi looked down at the bundle, then back at her. His usually guarded expression softened ever so slightly. He accepted the package, his grip lingering for a brief moment of silent gratitude. The weight of the gift felt both tangible and symbolic.Â
Around them, the few remaining citizens cast curious glances, especially other women who watched with interest. Levi, uncomfortable with the display of affection, tried to smooth over the awkwardness.Â
âThanks,â he said, his voice sincere and low. He tucked the bundle into his saddlebag with meticulous care, as if securing it was as important as his weapons. âIâll see you when I get back.âÂ
Y/N nodded, her gaze following him as he prepared to mount his horse. She could feel the eyes on her, the whispers and murmurs, and exchanged a few sharp glances with the group of girls nearby. Then, with a determined tug on his cloak, she forced him to turn around.Â
Gripping his forearm, she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. âIâll be here, so donât keep me waiting.âÂ
Levi stiffened at the unexpected gesture, unsure how to react. After a momentâs pause, he gave a curt nod. âIâll come back.âÂ
He turned his attention back to the slowly opening gates, nudging his horse forward with a firm resolve. As the cityâs lights faded behind him, the cool night air enveloped him.Â
Later, around the campfire, Levi sat on an improvised seat, the tired soldiers gathered around as the night grew darker. With the titan movements lessening without the daylight, Levi pulled out the container from his saddlebag. The package rested between his parted legs and stained white trousers from all the heavy work as the formation tried to reach forward on titanâs territory. The sight of the sandwiches, reminiscent of those from their second date, brought a rare smile to his face.Â
âI sold my dignity to land a girlfriend and crawled back to her like an idiot with no self-respect... for this,â he mused, reaching for a sandwich and savouring the taste. â... worth it.âÂ
Just as he was about to take another bite, a hand snaked out, trying to grab a piece from the untouched portions. With his sharp reflexes, Levi snatched the hand away before lifting the container out of reach.Â
âOw!â Hange pouted, nursing their now-sore hand. âCome on, youâre not going to eat all that. Give me a piece.âÂ
With his mouth full, Levi mumbled, âGet your own wifey.âÂ
Levi had always been dedicated to his cause, to their cause as Scouts. He had always given his best in every expedition, no exceptions. But as he sliced through the nape of a Titan and landed effortlessly on a tree branch, he couldnât deny that the memory of her starry eyes looking into his, promising to wait, was replaying in his mind.Â
âThereâs no way Iâm not returning.âÂ
Though he tried to be understandingâshe has a job... and three fat little furballs to look afterâthere was an underlying hope that when he returned, she would be there. Despite their frustratingly interrupted encounter, her coming to see him off had stirred a sense of vulnerability in him that he didnât fully understand. He didnât particularly enjoy it, but he didnât hate it either.Â
âThat was so fucking awkward.âÂ
â...hope she does it more often.âÂ
It was rewarding, for once, that she was the one taking active steps. âDid I really nail it? Are we... together, together?â While a small part of him was celebratingâYes, itâs happeningâthat euphoric feeling was overshadowed by the thought, âNow Iâve got to make it last.âÂ
Levi sighed deeply as his name was called from another part of the formation. Scratching his undercut, he scoffed to himself, amused by the thought, âIf that stupid moron Nile, whose brain is as thin as his mustache, managed to get a wife and three kids, keeping a girl canât be that hard. Just donât be an asshole, I suppose.âÂ
The expedition had been grueling, and by the time they returned, the soldiers were battered, exhausted, and heavy with the losses they had endured. The city gates opened to receive them, but there was no fanfareâonly the quiet murmur of the public disapproval.  Â
Levi dismounted his horse with a weary grace, his movements stiff from days in the saddle. He noticed the makeshift infirmary set up just beyond the gates, a stark reminder of the cost of their mission. Wounded soldiers lay on cots, some groaning in pain while others remained eerily silent. The scene was all too familiar, yet no less sobering.Â
Levi paused, his heart skipping a beat when he caught sight of her. She had volunteered before but somehow it felt different this time. There was something about seeing her in this roleâso capable.Â
He cleared his throat and approached, but the words he had planned to say vanished as soon as she looked up and met his gaze. Her eyes widened, relief and worry mingling in their depths.Â
âLevi,â she breathed, standing up. âYouâre back.âÂ
He nodded, struggling to find his voice. âIâm back.â His body tensed as her arms enveloped him. His hands instinctively moved to her forearms, almost ready to push her off.Â
âDonâtââÂ
He warned himself internally, but he avoided making eye contact with the other medical staff who were watching them. âIâll have to get used to this, or Iâll keep looking like a possum that froze in place to avoid death.âÂ
As she parted, her eyes traced over his figure, searching for any sign of injury.Â
Levi shrugged off her scrutiny with a sharp âIâm fine. Just tired.âÂ
She did a quick check on her coworkers that with a single glance reassure her that they could take care of the situation on their own.Â
Levi shifted his weight, unsure of what to say but feeling the need to bridge the awkwardness. âThose sandwiches came in handy,â he admitted, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Â
 âIâm glad they were useful,â she said, âI can make more next time.âÂ
âNext time,âÂ
âI volunteered to help at the surgery tent since I figured I might stay behind,â she commented casually, without rush or fear.Â
âStay behind?âÂ
A little giggle escaped her lips before she pressed them together, blushing slightly. âI mean, if you want me to stay.âÂ
âAh, yes. Sure,â he replied almost immediately.Â
âFor that, youâre rather quick, arenât you? Asshole.âÂ
It came so naturally from her. âFour-Eyes was right; if we have kids and they turn out charismatic, they definitely didnât get it from me.âÂ
âDid you bring anything?â His eyes scanned the area. âIâll take it to the office for safekeeping. There are a lot of unfamiliar people walking around the camp.âÂ
âOh, sure! Itâs in the main tent, a burgundy bag.âÂ
Levi froze, hoping his usual stoic expression would hide the confusion he felt. â...Right.âÂ
âWhat the hell is burgundy?âÂ
âItâs a purplish dark red bag,â she clarified, and Levi nodded, accepting the hint but also realizing she probably noticed he had no idea what she was talking about.Â
Before he could say more, one of the medics called her over, and Y/N was needed again. She gave him a quick, apologetic look, her duty calling her back. âI have toââÂ
âI know,â Levi cut in, nodding. âDo your thing.âÂ
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âI should have tidied up.âÂ
The thought would probably sound ridiculous to anyone who could hear him muttering and grumbling to himself; his chambers were spotless. They were always spotless. But as he walked around, making slight adjustments that only he would notice, there was an anxious energy buzzing under his calm demeanor. He had already showered and changed into a fresh uniform, his hair still slightly damp, and the scent of soap lingered faintly in the air.Â
If his place was dirty, what hope was there for Hangeâs?Â
âShould I have done more? Lit a candle or something?âÂ
It was a ridiculous thought, one he quickly dismissed with a shake of his head. âNo, thatâs stupid,âÂ
But as he organized his quarters and took care of the soldiers who had survived, Levi spotted Jean and Eren arguing near a stack of crates. Their voices were low, but the tension between them was evident. Before either of them could react, Levi was upon them, grabbing them both by the collars of their jackets and yanking them close, forcing both teens to bend as he kept their heads under his arms.Â
âYou two idiots,â Levi hissed, his voice a dangerous whisper. âI donât care what petty nonsense youâre bickering about. You or the rest of the team. Iâm going to say this once, so clean out your filthy ears.âÂ
Jean and Eren, both startled and slightly terrified, nodded in unison.Â
âAfter dinner, my chambers are off-limits, understood?âÂ
âY-yes, sir,â Eren replied, terrified. But Jean whispered, âWhy? What happens tonight?âÂ
Leviâs death glare was enough to shut the other teen up quickly and kill any further questions. âWhatever happens after that time, I donât care if one of you contracts the Black Plague, the Colossal Titan breaks through the wall again, or you lose a limb. If you interrupt me, Iâll kick your asses so badly youâll forget sitting was an option. Now pass the message to the rest.âÂ
Levi released them with a sharp push, causing them to stumble back. âOi, best behaviour during dinner,â he ordered, and both nodded enthusiastically.Â
âWhat happens at dinner?â Levi could hear Jean whispering to Eren as he walked away.Â
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âMay I take a shower?â She asked as her heels echoed against the officeâs wood planks.Â
 âA part of me was hoping youâd keep the uniform on,â Levi teased, his voice dropping to a low murmur. As he closed the door behind him and the scrutiny of otherâs finished, Levi didnât anything holding him back.Â
She stopped, a grin spreading across her face as she turned to face him. âIs that a kink of yours?â she asked, her tone smooth and teasing.Â
Levi felt a rare warmth spread through his chest. âIt wasnât,â he admitted, taking a step closer to her, âuntil I saw you in it.âÂ
Her chuckle was soft, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âIâll keep that in mind,â she said, brushing her fingers lightly over his arm as she walked past him towards the bathroom.Â
âOh, I almost forgot,â she said, turning towards her bag. âI actually have a surprise for you.âÂ
Leviâs eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity as she rummaged through the bag.Â
âA gift? For me? ⊠Pink lingerie. She knows me so well,âÂ
A moment later, she pulled out a small, beautifully wrapped package. She held it out to him, her eyes watching his reaction carefully.Â
He took the package, his fingers brushing against the smooth wrapping. âWhatâs this?â he asked, already feeling the slight weight of it in his hand.Â
âOpen it,â she urged, her voice tinged with excitement.Â
Levi carefully unwrapped the package, revealing a metal box with an intricately designed label. He recognized the brandâit was a high-quality tea, the kind he seldom allowed himself to indulge in. The metallic glint of the box caught the light, and for a moment, he simply stared at it.Â
âWell... she does know me well but in other departmentsâÂ
âMy friends brought it back as a âweâre sorryâ gift,â she explained. âI thought you might like itâthey asked me what they should get you.âÂ
He opened the box, the faint, earthy scent of the tea leaves rising up to meet him. âThis shit is expensive,â Levi said, looking back at her, dubious.Â
âWell, let's just say youâre not the only one who finds the uniforms pretty,â she joked. âThe employee at the shop also thinks it looks great on my friend.âÂ
Seizing his opportunity as she turned to head to the bathroom, Levi's hands found their way to her hips, guiding her back toward him with a firm grip. The sudden movement pressed him against the edge of his desk, but he didnât care. His lips captured hers in a swift, fervent kiss, driven by the impulse of the moment. If he couldnât find the words to tell her how heâd been counting the days and the miles just to have her close again, heâd show her instead.Â
Levi's hands roamed freely, exploring the curve of her waist and tracing the outline of her back with a possessiveness that surprised even him. His lips were insistent against hers, and she could feel the soft brush of his hair against her face. She chuckled and turned her head to the side, but as the kiss broke, he began to trail kisses down her jaw, his hands continuing their exploration over the curves of her body.Â
âAhâLev, wait,â she said, her hands gripping his shoulders to slow the onslaught. âThe shower.âÂ
âYeah, we can do it there later too,â he joked, completely ignoring the real reason behind her words.Â
His curious right hand traveled downward, slipping beneath the skirt of her uniform and testing the limits of the tights she wore underneath. His fingersâindex and middleâslid along the side of her leg, finding their way under the fabric, which stretched slightly as his hand gripped her thigh.Â
She moaned into their shared, sloppy kisses, his other hand moving to the back of her head, pulling her closer as they tilted to deepen the contact. Her half-lidded eyes fixed on his reddened lips, their breaths mingling in the scant space between them.Â
Leviâs hands reached forward, eager to capture her lips again, but she leaned back. âMy uniform is dirty,â she insisted, her voice a breathy protest. âIâve been working all day.âÂ
His hands roamed over her, gripping every inch he could reach. âI donât mind getting filthy if itâs for a good reason,â he replied, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with her. âBesides, whatâs the point of having a nurse girlfriend if I canât enjoy taking the damn uniform off you, huh?âÂ
Levi leaned forward, sucking along the edge of her jawline. âAh-â a soft gasp escaped her as she instinctively tilted her head, granting him more space to explore. Her eyes fluttered shut, losing herself in the sensation of his rough, calloused hands moving over her clothes.Â
He turned her around swiftly, pressing her body firmly against the edge of the desk, trapping her between the solid wood and his weight. The office had dimmed, the setting sun casting long shadows as it disappeared over the horizon. No one was left on the training grounds; they were utterly alone. The absence of prying eyes gave her a sense of freedom as he pushed her further onto the desk, his hands deftly working the tiny white buttons of her uniform. He stopped midway, the gap just wide enough for him to slip his hand beneath the fabric, savouring the warmth of her waist as he squeezed possessively.Â
His grip shifted to her ass, pulling her closer and lifting her slightly onto the desk. âHMP!â a soft yelp was quickly swallowed by his kiss. The cool surface of the desk beneath her was a stark contrast. Persistent lips sucked her collarbones, bite marks slowly turning into shades of purple as he descended.Â
He trailed kisses down her body, the sensation of his teeth grazing her skin sending shivers down her spine.Â
As he pushed her bra up, her nipples peaked, hardening under the cool air of the room. Levi's hands roamed, one gripping her ass. Then he leaned in, taking one bud into his mouth, suckling it gently. Her breath hitched; hands moved to undo the upper part of her dress but Levi stopped it.Â
Levi stopped her, his voice rough as he muttered against her skin, "I want to fuck you in it."Â
She smirked, her hair sticking to her forehead as she glanced down at him. His dark hair was a striking contrast against her uniform. Moving her leg up, still clad in her heels, the sole of it landed on his chest and pushed him backwards.Â
He blinked, momentarily confused, but his hands quickly moved to grasp her ankle, his thumb tracing the edge of her shoe with a teasing touch. Her cheeky smile as she playfully said, "At least take the tights off. I'm boiling in them."Â
The view from below was more than pleasing. Levi's eyes darkened with desire as he held her extended leg, his fingers sliding over the smooth velvet fabric. His attention shifted upward, fingers hooking onto the edge of her heel before carefully setting it aside. His eyes traced the shine of the thighs upwards as he finally locked eyes with the subtle switch of colour of her underwear under the tights. It became more and more exposed as her skirt bunched up around the desk and Levi, with a firm grip on her ankle, pushed her leg apart and rested it over his shoulder. Â
 His lips quirked into a small smile, his hands savouring every inch of her as they travelled up her leg. "Are you hot? Are you melting?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.Â
His lips quirked into a small smile, his hands savouring every inch of her as they travelled up her leg. "Are you hot? Are you melting?" he asked drunk on it.Â
"I am," she breathed, her tone luxurious, each word dripping with satisfaction as his attention remained fully on her. His hands reached the edge of her tights, his fingers hooking into the fabric, and slowly, inch by inch, he rolled them down. It felt as though he was unwrapping a present heâd been waiting forever to receive, even though he already knew what was inside.Â
The other heel followed, and he repeated the process as her legs hovered over his shoulders. "Tell me more," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire, as he reached for the waistband of her underwear.Â
"Iâve been thinking of you," she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet filled with need. "Of the other day,âÂ
Her eyes locked onto his, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear. "I've been imagining your hands on me, your mouth... everywhere."Â
âIs that so? Did you think of me after you left me with a hard on?â Levi said but there was an underneath lurking anger on it. Â
He began to playfully bite the inside of her thighs, âAh-â her head fell backwards, moaning softly. Her redden lips parted, her eyes fluttering closed as he began to peel her underwear down, "Mmm, I did,â she confessed, her hips rocking against the hard wood desk, "I imagined it was your fingers inside meâ Mhm! ah-, fucking me."Â
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" He continued to nibble on her sensitive skin.Â
âYeah,â it came out higher pitched than she anticipated, âBitting my lower lip so my friends wouldnât hear me as I felt all soft and ready, wet enough for you to slip right in,âÂ
Levi's grip tightened on her thighs as he growled, "Fuck, Y/N." His hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. "I want to taste you," he murmured, his breath hot against her inner thigh.Â
He leaned in, his tongue flicking against her clit, making her gasp and buck her hips. His hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as he began to tease her with his tongue, licking and sucking in a maddening rhythm.Â
"Levi," she moaned, her hands fisting his hair. "More."Â Â
Her hand moved to grip his hair, fingers tangling in his dark locks as she tugged for support. It felt like floating, yet she needed something to ground her. The way her head hung back, and her body rocked against his face made her fear she might fall.Â
His cock throbbing in his trousers. He obliged, his tongue delving deeper, tasting every inch of her. He could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. He wanted to make her come, to feel her clench around his tongue.Â
Y/Nâs grip on his hair tightened, her knuckles turning white as she pulled him closer. "Levi... please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm close..."Â
Her body tensed, her hips rocking against his face as he continued to tease her with his tongue. He could feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating his face. âHmh,â he groaned against her.Â
He looked up at her, his eyes locking onto hers as he slid two fingers inside her, curling them upward to hit that spot that would send her over the edge. Her moans echoed in the empty office, her legs tightening around his head, pulling him closer. "Ah, ah!" The moans and the twitching of her body became more rapid, escaping her lips more frequently until she tensed. Both of her knuckles turned whiteâone gripping his hair, the other pressing against the edge of the desk. Her mouth hung open, silently drinking in the noise as she came against his face.Â
Levi didn't let up, continuing to lap at her clit as she rode out her orgasm. He felt her body shudder, her legs quivering around his head. He loved the taste of her. He could do this all night. He had been waiting for so long, that he simply couldnât get enough. Â
He slowly pulled his fingers out of her, his tongue giving one last lick and wiping the dropping from his chin with the back of his hand. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.Â
She bit her bottom lip in excitement as he said that. He stood up and she quickly moved to grip his shirt to capture his lips in a bruising kiss. There was something in her reaction to his words that tingled in his mind.Â
âShe likes this... she like it like this,âÂ
His hands moved with urgency, his cock was straining against his trousers, painfully. His fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles. He watched her squirm, her hips bucking against his hand. He smirked, his eyes never leaving hers.Â
"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're so ready for me, aren't you?"Â
Though his initial plan had been to take it slower, to make it more romantic since it was their first time, he gave in to his instincts, trusting they knew better than his conscious mind what she truly wanted. He unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink breaking the silence. Bending over his desk, he reached into the drawer, blindly searching for a condom. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice firm. "I want to fuck you from behind."Â
âAnd you?â she whispered against his lips, âDid you think of me?âÂ
"Every fucking night, Y/N," he admitted, his voice a low growl. "I've jerked off to the thought of you more times than I can count."Â
He spun her around, pushing her against the desk. "Now, bend over the desk," he commanded, his voice firm. "I want to see your ass in the air, begging for my cock."Â
âAh-â As she obeyed, her body flush against the hard surface, he tore off the condom, rolling it onto his throbbing cock. As she bent over, he took a moment to admire her ass, the curve of it inviting him in. His fingers trailed down her spine, stopping just above her ass. He wanted to savour this moment, to make sure she knew just how much he desired her.Â
As one hand hold her hips in position and gave her a little push forward to make her fully spread on the desk, his other hand gripping the base of his cock. The anticipation was killing him. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her.Â
Peeking over her shoulder, she let out a soft, humming moan of both need and pleased surprise at his size. When her gaze met his, her expression was intoxicated with lust. âFuck me, Levi... fuck me already.â Â
He was so close to losing control, to just slamming into her and taking what he wanted. But he held back, wanting to make this last. Â
He pushed in, slowly at first, savouring the tightness of her pussy. He groaned, his eyes rolling back as he slowly pushed himself inside her, taking his time to savour the feeling of her tightness around him. Her forehead rested on the rough surface, her breath fogging the area as she felt him bottom out. The pleasure was overwhelming, too intense even to moan. His cock stretched her in all the right places, hitting every spot just right. Â
"You feel so fucking good, Y/N," he grunted, his voice a low growl. "You're everything I dreamed of." He could feel her trembling, her walls gripping him. He began to thrust, slowly at first, each movement deeper and harder. "Fuck, you're so tight,"Â Â
âMh-AH,â his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, âFuck me harder, Captain,âÂ
His thrusts picked up speed, his hips slamming into her with a force that made the desk creak beneath them. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room.Â
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. His hand moved up to tangle in her hair, tugging it to force her to arch her back and meet his gaze as he bent over her. "Youâve got me being all nice to you, but then you love it when I fuck you hard, treating you like my little slut."Â
Her eyes flickered to his, a subtle chuckle slipping through her lips between heavy pants and soft whimpers each time he bottomed out. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her wetness coating his cock. "AhâNhm, thatâs it, Cap. Give me the princess treatment, but fuck me like you hate me."Â
"Fuckâ" Levi grunted, his jaw clenched, frowning deeply as her body tightened around him. It felt absurdly good. "Youâre gonna be the death of me."Â
âSo close so close,â she repeated. Pulling out almost completely, he slammed back into her, his hips slapping against her ass. "Fuck, yes," she moaned, her head falling forward as she gripped the edge of the desk, her nails digging into the wood. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. He wanted to make it last, to draw out her pleasure, but he was already so close to the edge.Â
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and began to rub it in quick, circular motions. "Come for me, Y/N," he demanded, his voice a harsh growl. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."Â
"Mhp! AhâLeviâ" Her half-lidded eyes fluttered, struggling to process the overwhelming pleasure as his hot breath fanned against her shoulder.Â
He panted heavily; his voice distant in her haze. "Ahâfuck, yes," he groaned, the words barely reaching her ears as she was lost in the shuddering waves her body sent through her. His cock felt absurdly big, her walls twitching and squeezing around him, making it almost impossible for him to give that final thrust before his hips jerked against her.Â
With a low groan, his head fell forward, forehead resting on her back as he rode out his orgasm.Â
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The subtle glow that seeped through the window and the sheen of sweat on his skin pulled him reluctantly into awareness. It was stiflingly hot, even though it was still early, with the summer sun already piercing through the stone walls and heating up everything in its path. The rising temperatures, even at dawn, offered little relief as every inch of the mattress seemed to radiate warmth. Levi stretched his legs, searching in vain for a cool spot to alleviate the discomfort.Â
But as his legs tangled with hers, he cracked his eyes open. He wasnât used to sharing his bed or simply sleeping on it; if he had been, he might have already decided that thicker curtains were a necessary investment. Yet, the sight of her bare back, the nape of her neck, and her hair splayed across his pillow made it impossible to resist drawing closer. He pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck, the tiny bed feeling absurdly small for them bothâbut he found no issue with it, as theyâd likely end up cuddled together anyway.Â
âHmm,â she groaned, her protest muffled as his nibbles on her shoulder blades nudged her toward wakefulness. âMorningâŠâÂ
âMorning,â he replied, his voice rough and dry. He shifted slightly, fitting himself snugly against her back, wrapping both arms around her and leaning in for a quiet kiss. âHow did you sleep?âÂ
She closed her eyes again, still too early for them to stay open. With a light scoff of amusement, she murmured, âVery nicely⊠but going to bed with my hair wet wasnât the best idea. Itâs going to look a mess now... and I think I need another shower.âÂ
His fingers combed through her hair, still damp in some places. The smile that tugged at his lips was palpable as he left a final kiss on her head, inhaling the lingering scent of her shampoo.Â
âIt looks fine,â he reassured.Â
âNo, it doesnât,â she countered, stubborn in her opinion.Â
âWell, why donât you try to fix it while I go make us something for breakfast?â he suggested.Â
Eyes still closed, she smiled at the prospect. ââŠOr I could just sleep a little longer while you do that,â she teased, earning a quiet chuckle from him.Â
Without further debate, Levi slipped out of bed, watching as she quickly drifted back to sleep, her soft, almost inaudible snores filling the room.Â
âMaybe sheâs not a morning person,â he mused. âMaybe itâs best if I just let her sleep.âÂ
Levi made his way to the superiors' kitchen. The halls were rather empty at this hour, especially after an expedition when there was no training or responsibilities the following day. The bare minimum after risking their lives. Levi, in particular, hadnât even bothered to put his uniform on; somehow, walking down the corridors in civilian clothes always felt a bit odd. The familiar weight and playful tug on his shoulder told him it was Hange before they even spoke.Â
âWell, look whoâs up and about,â Hange grinned, leaning in closer with that mischievous glint in their eyes. âSo, how did it go? I want detailsâgive me all the dirty, wet ones too.âÂ
Levi rolled his eyes but couldnât fully hide the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âNone of your business, Four-Eyes,â he muttered, brushing them off lightly. âFulfill your voyeur fantasies with someone else.âÂ
âOh, come on,â Hange laughed, poking him in the side. âWhenâs the due date? March? A spring baby! Oh, Iâm going to be such a cool aunt!âÂ
They slung an arm around his shoulders again, eyebrows waggling with playful complicity. Leviâs face darkened into a frown, one eyebrow raising in silent confusion.Â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â Levi kept walking, not even bothering to shrug off Hangeâs arm. âThere arenât any kids. I wrapped.âÂ
For once, Hange was speechless, staring at him with wide eyes. ââŠBut we did all this for thatâso you could have those kids youâve been wanting so badly!âÂ
Leviâs expression stayed flat, deadpan as ever. âWeâve got the same salary.âÂ
âAnd?!â Hange threw their arms up in the air, exasperated.Â
Levi, completely unbothered, took his time with each word, like he was explaining something painfully obvious. âCould you afford a kid?âÂ
Silence settled over the hallway. Hangeâs arms dropped slightly as the weight of Leviâs words sank in. â...Youâve got a point, shorty.âÂ
âBesides,â Levi continued, still calm as ever, âIâd like to enjoy being in a relationship before changing diapers.âÂ
Hange rested their arm back on his shoulders, falling in step with him again. âThatâs if she doesnât leave you first. Youâll be back to being single before you know it.âÂ
Levi groaned, sounding genuinely weary. âUgh, Iâm never going back to the dating game. This was my first and last shot at flirting. If she leaves, Iâm dying alone.âÂ
Hange snorted, amused by his serious tone. âWow, you sound so romantic. But seriously, do you realise from now on youâll have to go to events, plan anniversary celebrations, make sure she doesnât think youâre cheating when you two are apart? Itâs a lot of work.âÂ
Levi sighed, the weight of the upcoming responsibilities already pressing on him. âOh, I know. When youâve got a girlfriend, youâve got to be loyal⊠and attentive,â he said, thinking back over everything that had happened in the past year. âAnd in my case⊠thankful.âÂ
The end. Â
Sorry for the delay, but Iâve had some health issues to deal with. Thankfully, Iâm doing much better now, though the antihistamines Iâm taking make me really sleepy. Unfortunately, thatâs caused me to fall behind on my work, which I had to prioritizeâhaha, as much as I wish I could make a living writing Levi smut, thatâs not quite the case yet. Thank you so much to everyone who sent well wishes and for supporting this story from day one! From the bottom of my heart, Iâm so grateful for all the love you've shown this storyâitâs truly been the reason Iâve kept smiling. My only hopes are that you enjoyed the ending (or at least didnât hate it) and that I can write another story thatâs as cherished as this one has been. Lots of love, Lucy <3Â
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How We Live In Tokyo
Genre: Smut, TFATF: Tokyo Drift AU!
Word Count: 5.8k
Pairings: street racer Matz!Hwa x street racer fem! reader
Summary: You were notoriously once known as the drift princess, but now you're Hwa's girl. In attempt to reclaim your title, you race, pissing off Seonghwa in the process. You are also Hwa's number one cheerleader.
Warnings: Hwa comes off as a meanie during certain parts, VERY minimal description of reader, Hongjoong openly flirts with reader (his bffs girl...), Hwa confesses, possessive Hwa, weed use, high sex, manhandling, ruined orgasm, oral m+f receiving, eating it through the panties..., lots of spit, spanking, mentions of Hongjoong fucking you by Hwa, Hwa is low-key into it, choking, just rough asf, reader cries during sex, deepthroating, creampie (unprotected sex asf), use of sir like once, basically Seonghwa fucks you stupid, very minimal subspace by reader, aftercare
A/N: She's here, for my first smut after a while it's not too shabby. I'm an over thinker so I kept reviewing and editing just making sure I was happy with the final product. Also I based the reader's car off Suki's pink car in 2003 movie, just cause I thought it'd be perfect for her. I hope you guys enjoy this Hwa as much as I did!
âReady! Set! GO!â You swing the red cloth in your hand down, the cars beside you rev noisily. Smoke from the tire burnout goes up in the air engulfing you in a heavy cloud, and just like that the first racers of tonight were off. This was one of your favorite parts of the night life in Tokyo, the races. You never intended to become a car girl, but after a couple flings here and there got you into nighttime racing, the rush and thrill it brought you was simply euphoric. The crowd cheers loudly, flip phones out recording and taking pictures, you jump in the air waving your hands cheering over the loud music and screams.Â
While everyone was focused on the race at hand your eyes scanned the scenery for the only man that mattered to you, however he was nowhere in sight. You walked over to your pink Supra S2000 and leaned against the door. Your manicured hand ran over the sleek paint, you smiled at how smooth the finish felt beneath your fingertips. This car was your baby, everything was thought out and hand picked. Rolling around in a ride like your own had never made you feel anything less than superior. You were also Hwaâs girl and that in itself said enough.Â
As if manifested by thought, the loud exhaust causes heads to turn, the familiar midnight blue body and chrome accents on the 350Z were unmistakable. Your eyes lingered on the white lettered decal spelling âMATZâ on the upper windshield, you smirked slightly as he pulled up next to you. People cheered when Hwa stepped out, clad in a long fur coat and a muscle tee underneath, he looked delectable. Despite the layers, the large letters in black ink decorating his neck were perfectly on display.Â
He greets his racing partner Hongjoong and the notorious KQ Fellaz who had also built an impeccable reputation amongst the Tokyo racing scene. He smiles at you as soon as he spots you. The glimmer of his grills catch the fluorescent lights of the crowded parking garage. âHey.â He grumbles lowly in your ear, pulling you into him and pressing a searing kiss on your glossy lips. He looked down at you, long strands of raven black hair falling over his eyes. âYou look good babe.â He compliments, long fingers coming up to tap on the hoops that were slightly hidden behind the layers of your hair. You smiled up at him, your legs suddenly feeling like jelly under his stare.Â
The arm wrapped around your shoulder drops as he turns around to look at the S2000 you were resting your weight on. He walks around it, a singular hand running over the paint. He lifts the hood up, whistling when he sees the engine, âV8 is looking good babe.â He closes the hood after admiring, âThanks, canât wait to take her out on a spin tonight.â At your words Hwaâs face drops, his small grin being replaced by a disapproving expression. âNot tonight baby.â You huff in annoyance, see before you and Hwa had gotten together, you were one of the best female racers in this particular part of Tokyo. Every Friday night youâd come out to the streets and race against other girls and even guys. More often than not youâd end up winning. Slowly, you built up a reputation for yourself, even earning the nickname âdrift princessâ in the process. But that was before Hwa came in and dethroned all the top racers and drifters, ending your streak as well. Eventually, you fell for him, and while he looked stoic and rude on the outside he was a sweetie behind closed doors. His charm was all you needed to become enthralled in him, needless to say you became his princess; you were Hwaâs girl as everyone knew. You ate that title up every single time, however, the singular con about being his one and only was that in fear of you getting hurt, Seonghwa didnât let you race anymore, not against the good ones at least. Heâd always let you go against the newbies, those who were still getting the hang of the Tokyo streets and drifts.Â
âSeonghwa.â You begin in a begging tone, but he put his ring clad hand up, silencing you. You rolled your eyes, brooding against the Barbie pink car that was begging for a race. You watched as he went back to where Hongjoong stood conversing in a group.
A frown replaces the big smile you had just minutes ago.
You look around, hoping to find someone thatâd wanna take you up on a race, even if Seonghwa had said no. Majority of the seasoned drivers were men, and due to their fragile egos, they wouldnât dare race against you in fear that you might actually beat them and theyâd never be able to live it down.Â
You huff in annoyance, and pull your car door open, slipping into the pink leather seats. Your mini skirt is short enough that you feel the cool leather against the plumpness of your ass. You shake your own tan fur coat off, flipping your long hair over your shoulder to give your moistened skin some air. Rummaging through your glove compartment filled with body spray and lipgloss, you pull out a roll of bubble gum, shoving a fat piece in your mouth.
As you reapply gloss and fix your hair in the mirror a female voice catches your attention, âhey,â you looked up at your friend who was polishing the car door just a few minutes ago. She nods in the direction of Matz.
Your eyes turn into slivers when you see 2 girls chatting with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Hongjoong has his arm around the slimmer girl, he gives her a cheshire cat like smile and you could almost see her swoon, but thatâs not who you were worried about. Seonghwa, is leaning against his car, arms crossed, talking to the girl in front of him. Her dainty hand comes up to touch the fur sleeve of his coat, she says something with a big smile that causes Hwa to cackle loudly. She wears a low cut halter top and a mini skirt slightly longer than yours, but the expanse of her legs made it look like a belt around her waist.Â
You rolled your eyes and stepped out of the car. You walk over to them, a big smile adorning your face, âhey baby.â You say in a sultry voice, your hand comes up Hwaâs arm and you proceed, âWhoâs our new friend?â You turn to look at her, popping the pink bubble gum in your mouth.Â
You can audibly hear Hwa sigh, he leans into your ear so only you can hear, âplay nice.â He whispers, his cold hand resting against the warm skin of your waist. You continue to look at her, and she smirks, âwho are you?â You chuckle loudly at her words, catching the attention of the people that were around. Seonghwa lets out an airy laugh looking back at Hongjoong as if to say âare you seeing this right nowâ to which his best friend just raises his eyebrows and chuckles, fully invested in the face off. âIâm his girlfriend. Who are you?â People are starting to gather around, you step closer to her and feel Hwaâs hand squeeze your side as a warning but you ignore him. Thereâs a look of realization in her eyes and her face relaxes, âahh,â she starts, âyou must be the so-called drift princess.â Her faux friendly expression drops into a stoic one, âWhere Iâm from there are no nicknames. Youâre either good or absolute shit.â She spits.Â
Your heart hammers in your chest but you ignore it, âIs that a threat? Cause I bet you I can give you a run for your money.â At this point youâre so close to her you can see the glitter lining the underside of her eye. âIf I lose, Iâll leave but if I winâŠâ She pauses momentarily, looking behind you at Seonghwa, who stands arms crossed against his car, a serious look adorning his pretty features. He hated where this was going. âIf I win Iâll have him.â You chuckle and so does Hwa, making the girl in front of you cock an eyebrow up in confusion at his reaction. âI hope you pick something else.â You say shifting your weight from one leg to the other. Her eyes wander to your right, âoof didnât think the puppy had a designated owner but thatâs fine. Iâll take your car.â People around you gasp and âoohâ at her request. When you tongue your cheek, she feigns a pout knowing sheâd hit the spot. âDeal, see you in 10.â She whips around and walks off somewhere.Â
Before you can take a step, Seonghwa grabs your arm tightly, spinning you around to face him. âYou must be out of your fucking mind. You bet off the car youâve worked so fucking hard on?â He scoffs, his tongue pressed against his cheek in annoyance, âyouâre fucking unbelievable.â He groans, your arms cross at your chest, resting underneath your tits, causing Seonghwa to glance down for a split second. âOh but if it was you itâd make it okay?â You leave him with his words in his mouth, walking away before he even got the chance to get a syllable out.
Hongjoong laughs loudly at your attitude and Seonghwaâs distress, he slaps his friends back in amusement. âSheâs giving you a run for your money huh Hwa?â He says. The annoyed man shoots his blonde friend a glare, resting his hands on his hips he throws his head back and huffs out a breath.Â
You stand on standby waiting to get the okay from your girls as they check your car before the race. Your teeth toy with your bottom lip, nervousness settling in your tummy.
You hop in your ride and turn it on, the loud engine causing people to whistle. You mightâve been old to the game but the pre race jitters were very much real. Your opponent on the other hand seemed relaxed. Your hands are clammy on the wheel but with deep breaths you manage to bring the bile rising up your throat down. Hwa stands front row and you can see him through your windshield, he stares at you before whispering something to Yunho who was part of the KQ Fellaz. The tall and slender man draws his eyes to you as Seonghwa is in his ear, and he nods agreeing with whatever your boyfriend was saying. Hwa finishes and stands still in his spot, his jaw ticks, clearly upset at what was about to happen in just mere seconds.Â
A girl in low rise jeans and a skimpy top comes between both cars, your foot presses on the gas, your car sputtering loudly. âReady! Set! GO!â The pretty girl lifts her hand up and just like that your foot slams onto the pedal. You feel it before you see it as you zoom down the spacious garage. With your opponent already a couple feet ahead of you, your heart hammers in your chest, body running on pure adrenaline.
A tight turn is up ahead and you maneuver the wheel and use the e-brake to perfectly drift around until youâre heading straight again. She on the other hand turns slightly too wide slowing her down by a couple of seconds allowing you to zoom past her. The girl is hot on your ass but you keep her at bay not allowing her to get the upper hand. Her pretty face contorts in frustration as she struggles to make any moves.Â
This is when you start to relax and itâs like you had never stopped racing. Your mind becomes so aware of your surroundings and what you were feeling. From the way your new wheels felt smooth on the cement, to the low vibrations shaking through you; this was euphoria.Â
Your eyebrows knit together in pure concentration as you accelerate. You hit another tight turn, performing the drift that many struggled with effortlessly. Right before the parking garage ramp that spirals upward into the main street, you keep going straight. With a heavy foot you press on the gas, giving it all you got, you can see the exit of the garage and the final drift that everyone always anticipated.Â
As you neared it you turned the wheel and pulled on the e-brake, successfully drifting up the ramp till you made it out, the hoard of people eagerly waiting. At the sight of the pink lights adorning the underside of your car, Seonghwa relaxes. You had fucking done it. Your wheels skid loudly as you slow down to park your car.
People high five you and jump on the hood celebrating what had basically been your comeback after so long. You hopped out the car, pulling your slutty skirt down and jumping on Hwa. His hands wrap around your waist, stuffing his face into your neck, taking in your sweet perfume. âGood job baby.â He whispers in that deep voice of his. âYouâre so fucking hot you know that?â He says pulling you into a sloppy kiss. The girl who had raced you parks her car and hops out storming over to you. âThat wasnât fair.â She argues, âyou are either good or absolute shit.â You shrug, reciting her words back to her. She grits her teeth and storms off, disappearing into the mass of people. You feign a pout and roll your eyes. As people start to head back down into the garage, Seonghwa pulls you into him. âBad girl.â His words shoot straight to your pussy, a heat wave rolling over your body.
Another Friday rolls around, it'd been precisely one week since you won your first race back. It was already 11 PM but the streets of Tokyo were calling your name. Tonightâs outfit consisted of a low rise pleated miniskirt and a long sleeve crop top. You looked in the mirror, enjoying how your belly button jewelry dangled and glimmered under the warm lights of your room. Tonight would be special since Matz had gotten challenged by two random guys who wanted to claim territory. If there was one thing you loved to do on a night that Hwa would be racing was look pretty and sit like a good girl in the passenger seat of his car while he raced. Iâll be there soon baby, you sent Hwa a message through your pink flip phone hoping that he wouldnât be too distracted to read it.Â
Singular strands of your hair stick to your glossy lips as you cruise down the somewhat empty roads, the wind blows through your hair and you sing along quietly to the Nelly Furtado CD Hwa had gifted you. It wasnât long before you were pulling up into the infamous garage. If there were alot of people last Friday, they had tripled today, of course just for Matz. You pulled into the spot next to Hwa, your loud exhaust catching his attention. He went from talking with Hongjoong to looking at you. He smiled at your car, still not over how perfectly the pink decked out car suited you.Â
You killed the engine and hopped out, already feeling the eyes running over the expanse of your body, Hongjoong and Hwa included. If there was one thing about Hongjoong was that he did not care. Yes, Seonghwa was his best buddy, but he made sure to let Seonghwa know just how delectable you were with no shame. Still, in other ways he was respectful of his best friendâs relationship but he loved to take peeks anytime he could.Â
You walk over to your boyfriend who instead of the iconic big fur coat wore baggy cargos and a muscle tee, his arms on full display. âHey baby.â You say pressing a kiss on his cheek, you smile at the slight residue of your lips on his cheek. He grabs your chin and kisses you, you try to pull back but the suffocating grip on your face keeps you in place. His tongue toys with yours, and he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before letting go with a final bite. When you pull away he grins at your flushed face and how he had basically eaten all the lip gloss off.Â
âHey Hongjoong.â You pant loudly, greeting the other man who had seen the entire exchange in front of him, he nods his head up at you, âdrift princess has made a comeback huh?â He teases, you nod sheepishly. âMaybe next time youâll take me up on a race?â You ask with big eyes and he smiles, âis that a challenge?â He asks, cocking his brow up, âof course.â He lets out an airy laugh, âthatâs if Hwa lets you.â He teases, before walking towards his car. You turn to look back at Hwa whoâs grip has tightened around you.
âHongjoong is up first. Are you gonna be a good girl and cheer for him baby?â Seonghwa says leaning down so you could hear him. You nod and clap excitedly when you see Hongjoongâs car by the start line. As soon as Hongjoong takes off you and Seonghwa run towards the finish line, you both wait, watching through the small flip phone screens as people document the race. You cheer loudly when you notice Hongjoongâs car is ahead. In no time he is skidding up the ramp, drifting into the big pit. He had won! Hwa claps and whistles loudly at his partner's success, now it was up to him to win the second one to maintain the best of the best title.Â
You follow your boyfriend down to the garage and hop into the 350Z, you inhale the fresh car scent mixed with his cologne. âReady baby?â You ask him, he grips your hand and kisses it, âalways.âÂ
Hongjoong peers in through the passenger side window, you buckle in as he talks to his best friend, paying no mind to what they were discussing. When he finishes he taps the edge of the window and sends you his infamous cheeky smile and a wink.Â
You sit quietly, sucking in a breath and getting ready for the ride. Hwa exits the garage, and thatâs when it becomes too real. One thing about Seonghwa was that he always preferred racing in the streets rather than the garage that almost every race took place in. You place a hand over your chest, feeling your blood pumping muscle thrumming beneath your fingers. At the sound of you sucking in another sharp breath Seonghwa turns his gaze to you. âScared?â He asks, a teasing smirk playing at his lips. You purse your lips swallowing thickly, nodding. âItâs usually more dangerous Hwa, I hate when you do this.â You say, voice barely above a whisper.Â
âDangerousâŠâ He scoffs, âThatâs what I said last week when you raced and you still went against my word. So, sit, look pretty and hold on tight or get the fuck out.â He had gotten you there, regardless, there was no way to ever argue with Park Seonghwa. So, you shut your mouth up and look down at your fiddling hands.
The starter is another girl, she swings her bra up in the air and when it drops Seonghwa takes off. The g-force alone pulls you back into the seat, your hands grip the door handle and your seat, ironically your fear only grew. He hollers loudly already having a great advantage to his opponent, your body turns with the car as he drifts. You stared at his pretty features, his perfect skin and long nose bridge accompanied by his pink and plump lips. Heâs too busy looking for the guy through his mirrors to really pay attention to anything else, the air blows violently into the car, your hair a mess now. The longer you sit in the car, the more you start to relax, the cool breeze in your face relieving your anxiety.Â
Seonghwa startles you when he grumbles loudly, he hits the steering wheel out of frustration, his opponent had passed him. You werenât too familiar with the path Hwa was taking, perhaps racing here once or twice before and if you remembered correctly he was more than halfway done.Â
âHold on!â He yells, he presses the red button beneath his thumb, immediately you are pulled back from the sudden acceleration. His 350Z zoomed by the guy in the other car and already you could see where the finish line was. Hwa keeps the man at bay as he rides his ass. As if it were clockwork the crowd of people disperse to make room for the infamous Park Seonghwa. He crosses the threshold into the pit of people, the car coming to a noisy stop. He cheers and you cheer along with him âI fucking love you.â He yells, you feel everything go in slow motion at that moment, the faces of the people cheering him on outside become a blur, it almost felt like you had ascended. âW-what?â you say in confusion, âI fucking love you. I am in love with you.â He says, smiling widely at you.Â
Like a tradition, people hit the roof and hood of the car congratulating him on another victory. He pulls you into a heated kiss and when you pull away you lean into his ear. âI love you too Hwa.â He hops out of the car and you follow suit, instantly, he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up. Hongjoong comes up and gives him a hug, âwe are still the best of the fucking best.â Hwaâs best friend yells.
The rest of the night you had spent velcroed to Seonghwaâs side, celebrating the win and watching other races go on. By 2am you were ready to call it a night. That's when Hwa pulls you aside, âwanna spend the night?â He asks tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. You nod eagerly, âwe can get high and do whatever we want.â He whispers only for you to hear. His hands softly caress yours. âIâll see you there baby.â
The drive to Matzâs garage is about 10 minutes, you pull in and park in the spot Seonghwa had reserved for just you.
The garage was Seonghwaâs and Hongjoongâs working space, it was scattered with car parts as well as half built vehicles. You stepped out of your pink mobile and headed up the metal stairs, your boots stomping loudly, sending vibrations up the railing. Hwa stands at the door and lets you in.
You stepped into the warm apartment, fully expecting Hongjoong to be there but instead it's quiet. âWhereâs Joong?â You wonder, not wanting to impose on his personal space and most definitely not wanting him there if you and Hwa got to it. âFound some girl at the race tonight so he wonât be here.âÂ
As always Hwa hands you an oversized shirt, it was a routine any time you stayed at his. Given that your clothes werenât always the most comfortable, heâd always have an oversized tee on deck just for you. You strip in front of him, already feeling his gaze burning holes into your supple skin. You sigh gleefully at the feeling of the tight clothes being off your body.Â
Seonghwa sparks the blunt, his slender fingers bring it up to his lips, he takes a long drag and hands it to you. âI donât know if I should.â You say quietly, weed just wasnât your thing like it was Hwaâs. âItâs indica this time baby. Youâre here with me, itâll be okay.â You take the burning blunt from him and raise it up to your lips, praying that you wouldnât end up panicking like the first time you had smoked with him. Your eyes close softly, as the smoke rushes into your lungs, affecting all your senses.
You hold the smoke in for a couple seconds, handing it back to your lover. Seonghwa takes 2 long hits, relaxing into the couch you two were on. Your eyes linger on him, you could see his eyes drooping slightly from the marijuana. His limbs are loosely splayed on the couch, blunt hanging loosely between his pointer and thumb. Without much thought you reach for the burning plant and take another hit, that was enough to have you feeling like you were melting into the couch. You didnât know how, but Hwa always managed to finish the blunt, this time was no different.Â
âIâm pretty high right now.â He mumbles thoughtlessly slouching down even further. As the minutes tick by you feel yourself get more and more intoxicated. You felt tingles run up and down your arms and legs and your eyes felt heavy. Seonghwa drapes his fluffy blanket over the both of you when he notices your body starting to shiver. Normally, youâd be freaking out but for some reason you felt fine, just high. Seonghwa lays his head on your lap, eyes on the TV. You looked down at him watching his eyes slowly blink as he focused on Finding Nemo. The chills had subsided, if anything you felt warm now, even warmer as you felt Hwaâs hand trailing up and down your bare thigh.Â
He grins slightly when he feels your thighs twitch beneath him. He kept this up for what felt like ages, never getting close to where you really needed him. Seonghwa shifts down, the full weight of his head now resting on your left thigh. You lean your head back on the couch when he runs his hand between your legs this time. He fully reaches your hot heat. âH-HwaâŠâ You whimper weakly, you pout when he looks up at you. He sits up, one leg pulled in and the other one resting on the floor. He presses his lips against yours, his hands gripping your face. Nothing was neat about the kiss, it was filled with hunger and lust. His spit coats your chin now and you moan when his tongue snakes between your parted lips. He roughly pulls you onto his lap, large hands going directly to rest on your ass. You pulled away momentarily, to mumble a quick âI love you Hwa.â He pauses his actions, fingers brushing messy hair strands away from your face, âI love you too baby.â
Seonghwa grunts when you grind down forcefully on him, he pushes you off him roughly, and drags you into his room. You bask in his sheets, his scent completely engulfing you, you felt like you were drowning in him. âBeen wanting to fuck you ever since I saw you in that stupid slutty outfit of yours.â He tugs his shirt off you. Immediately his lips latch onto one of your buds while his free hand toys with your other tit. You felt like you were floating and in a way he felt so far yet so close. All your senses were on overdrive thanks to the weed. âSeonghwa please.â His hands wrap around the back of your knees to flip you onto your belly,Â
His hand comes down heavy on your plush ass. Hwa smiles sinisterly at the red hand print forming, he feels himself twitch in his pants. He delivers a couple more slaps, âdonât think I have forgotten how youâve been flirting with Hongjoong.â You lift your head up to protest but he shoves you back down and you let out a yelp. âWhat a slut. My best friend? Really?â He grits out as he works on the button of his pants.
You canât push down the tears that sting your eyes, despite his words you knew he knew youâd only ever pick him, he just wanted to pick on you.Â
You rest tummy down one cheek pressed against the mattress, âHongjoongie keeps messing wi-.â Youâre cut off by Hwaâs hand landing on your already abused skin. âDonât try to make it his fault.â He grits, leaning his torso to get closer to your ear, âbut honestly if I was him Iâd wanna wreck you too.â A wave of arousal crashes over your body, shooting straight south.Â
 Hwa pauses, watching the way your thighs pressed together. You sniffle, tears rolling freely now out of frustration. âAre you fucking crying?â Seonghwa says brushing your hair away from your eyes. He scoffs, âno way youâre fucking crying.â Seonghwa clicks his tongue in disapproval.
âItâs okay baby, maybe one day Iâll feel nice and let him fuck you too. Would you like that?â He teases, flipping you back onto your back. You shake your head ânoâ. He spreads your legs open and toys with your sensitive bud that your panties outline. âNo? Because youâre soaked right now.â Without slipping the dampened undergarment off he leans down and flattens his tongue against your cunt, soiling the fabric even further with his spit.Â
Hwa works his long tongue languidly against you making you writhe in his grasp. âH-hwa.â You moan attempting to shove your hips against his face. The grip he has around your thighs prevents you from doing so. He presses harder against you and loosens his grip allowing you to fuck yourself on his pretty face. You groan, involuntarily grinding against him desperately trying to chase your high. âCum baby cum.â He sounds muffled, the weed heightening every sensation has you teetering on the brink of your orgasm rather quickly. Right before you fall over the edge he pulls away; waves of what could've been your orgasm roll through you but fade as quickly as they came leaving you unsatisfied.Â
You groan in annoyance, tears pooling in your eyes yet again. âYouâre leaking from both ends now, thatâs new.â Seonghwa says as he cups your chin, he leans down so his droopy eyes are directly in front of your teary ones. âThere's no reason to cry so stop before I give a reason to.â His words make the tears actually roll down your face this time and he grins at the sight.
He flips you back onto your belly, âall fours baby.â As high as you were, you did your best to move into the requested position, your limbs moving slowly due to your impaired motor skills. He pulls your underwear down, sniffling slightly. You can feel his cockhead prodding at your sopping hole, you whine, wiggling your hips back against him. His large hands come to your shoulder blades to hold you down while he pushes in. You gasp at the intrusion, the stretch so delicious you squirm back to get more. âStay still.â he grumbles annoyingly. He fucks into you hard, his hips being unforgiven against the globes of your ass. You keep shifting to which Seonghwa stops and places a hand on your lower back to deepen your arch. âDonât move.â He keeps you there, his thrusts are deep and forceful, hitting that spongy spot deliciously.Â
Your mouth is agape but thereâs no sound coming out. âGod- fuck Hwa,â you pant, tongue lolling out of your mouth and your eyes rolling back to your skull. âFeels good huh babyâ He grunts, his own pants and groans filling the room, âso fucking perfect- youâre perfect.â He whines desperately, rutting into your wet pussy, you fight for air, your gasps sounding high pitched every time you sucked in air.Â
He pulls out, âGet up quickly.â He commands, grabbing you by the arm, he manhandles you on your knees. âOpen.â Your mouth drops open, tongue out ready for whatever he had to give you. Seonghwa wastes no time shoving his cock down your throat. You relax as much as you can, spit pooling in your mouth and falling onto your chest in thick ropes. Through the slits of your eyes you can see Seonghwa looking down on you with heavy eyes, the âMatzâ scribbled across his neck stretching beautifully as he throws his head back. Spit bubbles at the corners of your mouth and he grabs your head and shoves his dick desperately as far as he could until you are fighting to pull away.
You push back, resting your ass on your heels, fighting to catch your breath. âGood fucking girl baby. Cmon get up so I canât fuck my load into you.â Hwa says, slightly out of breath. You lay back on the bed, hips hanging slightly off the bed, he slips right back in. Your spit mixed with your wetness, allows his cock to enter your walls smoothly. Your back arches off the bed as he fucks you hard, his hands push down on your waist once more to pin you down.Â
The fat head of his cock hits your spot again. Everything feels far away now, but your orgasm is fast approaching. âYouâre fucked d-dumb arenât you. Does my dick do that to you?â He asks, his tongue running over his pink lips, âlook at you canât even fucking answer me.â Seonghwaâs hand wraps around your throat tightly while his free one toys with your clit, stimulating you to the brink of your orgasm, a couple more strokes and your legs begin quaking on his shoulders, âFuck Hwa, sir too muc- I canât.â You cry out, bringing your arms that suddenly feel so heavy to push him off but instead he wraps his hands around your wrists and presses them into the bed, âitâs o-okay baby. Iâm almost there.â Sweat drops are now falling on you. He slows down his thrusts, he grinds himself into your cervix that sends him over the edge. His hips still and he groans loudly emptying his load into you. You whine, weakly trying to get him off, but still relishing in your postorgasmic bliss. He pulls out watching the way you weakly curl into yourself, his spunk seeping out of you and he can't help but smirk.Â
âDonât float away from me yet baby.â He says tapping your cheek. He slips the same shirt you had on earlier over your head and wipes you down. Slipping on some sweats and an old shirt he tucks himself in bed with you. Your eyes are now closed, the cloudiness of your high slowly dissipating but still, you felt exhausted. You slowly blinked, now realizing that Hwa had turned off the lights and you sleepily admired the way the neon purple lights from the signs outside illuminated the room.
âHwa?â You ask into the darkness. âHm?â He responds, not moving from his spot, âI mightâve agreed to another race next weekend.â You say sheepishly, he rolls his eyes in the dark, and you can feel the disappointment and annoyance radiating off him, âyouâre in big trouble.â
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theo nott is a dick to you - but this time itâs on a yacht!
pairings: theo nott x reader, draco x pansy, mattheo x everyone, tom riddle x reader
warnings: 18+, asshole theo
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summary: forced to attend blaise's yacht party, you expected boredom - not a soaked dress, lost cigarettes, and theo nott's infuriating smirk.
Pansy had dragged you along to yet another one of Blaiseâs yacht parties. You had been resistant when she first suggested attending the party that morning, but she wore you down over the day. She picked out a dress for you and promised to pay for the uber there and back, so you finally relented. The whole ordeal was more trouble than it was worth, especially for a party that Blaise seemingly throws every other week, but as you stepped onto the yacht, the warm salty sunset wrapped around you like a protective cloak and the rhythmic lapping of water against the hull quietened the buzzing in your mind.
You watched as Pansyâs eyes locked with Dracoâs. She turned to you, widened her eyes in excitement and gave your hand a firm squeeze before walking away to Draco, who was patting his lap. They became immediately immersed in their usual banter, their voices low and teasing, filled with electric tension that crackled like the distant murmurs of cicadas on shore.
The boatâs deck was illuminated by the sunset and soft lights, together they casted a glow on the partygoers, making their laughter and flirting seem almost magical. Enzo and his effortless charm were the centre of attention as he mixed cocktails. His movements were smooth and confident, each shake of the cocktail shaker accompanied by a breezy smile that made the giggling girls surrounding him, lean in closer. At the other end of the deck, Blaise and Mattheo lounged on long couches. Despite having a girl under each arm but Mattheo, seemed to disregard their presence as his gaze wandered over the crowd, his smirk was twisted in amusement as he eyed the other girls with a calculating glint, clearly only interested in finding his next conquest. On the couch opposite him, Blaise traced idle circles on the leg of a girl sitting next to him, his attention seemingly elsewhere. Perhaps on how hard his mother will kick his ass when she seeâs her yacht is missing, once again.
A cool breeze whipped your cheek and quickly reminded you that you were currently standing alone in the middle of a party. You quickly grabbed a champagne glass off a passing server and walked over to the boatâs railing. The coast was just a glitter of golden lights at this distance. You couldnât help but think how much more you would enjoy this if the air wasnât sweltering with so much horniness. You turned from the view to pull a cigarette out from your handbag, watching as Mattheo made-out with yet another person, the second one youâd seen since you arrived.
âPoor girlâ You shook your head as you struggled to light your cigarette in the wind.
Theo Nott, who you had not noticed but had been watching you since you stepped aboard, strutted over to you.
âThose things will kill you, you know,â he remarked with an air of superiority.
âYouâre one to talk,â you shot back, arching an eyebrow. âDidnât you get suspended in fourth year for smoking behind the Quidditch stands?â
Theo grabbed the cigarette and lighter from your hand, lit the cigarette in one smooth motion, took a couple of puffs, and then handed it back to you. âThatâs none of your business, ficcanasoâ he said with a smirk.
Theo reclined against the rail with a glass of whiskey in hand, he was observing every glance and every subtle movement you made. His eyes, dark and intense, lingered on you as you turned to smoke your cigarette over the edge of the boat.
âThinking of taking a dip?â he asked, his tone low and almost seductive.
You turned to face him, catching the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
âYouâd like that wouldnât youâ you mock.
Theodoreâs eyes sparkled with amusement as he took a step closer.
âOh, I wouldâ And without a hint of hesitation, Theo stepped closer, his movements fluid and purposeful. He gave you a firm, playful shove, sending you tumbling over the railing and into the water with a splash.
As you surfaced, coughing and sputtering, Theo dived in, effortlessly cutting through the water. When he emerged next to you, his expression was brimming with smug satisfaction. He casually pushed his wet hair back, his movements smooth and deliberate, clearly savoring the moment.
âMy cigarettes! You fucking idiot!â
âDonât be so grumpy principessa, I can buy you as many cartons as you wantâ
You started pushing waves of water in his direction, violently and repeatedly. Theo avoided your splashes at first, but as you struggled to stay afloat and aim your punches, your movements grew more erratic. In your frustration, your legs absentmindedly wrapped around Theoâs waist, trying to stabilise yourself to hit harder and cleaner. Theo looked down at you, his smirk widening with a blend of amusement and arrogance. You glanced down, suddenly aware of how your legs were wrapped around his waist.
âCareful,â he murmured.
You glared at him, pushing yourself away. As you swam back toward the boat, you mourned the remnants of your cigarettes that were drifting away. As you climbed the ladder, you could feel his eyes on your body, on your wet dress clinging to your waist and hips. You started to feel your dress creep higher up your thighs with each wrung. His voice called out from the water, dripping with a mix of admiration and cocky charm.
âNice view from down here. Could get used to seeing you like this.â
Only now did you remember the g-string you wore so that no underwear lines ruined the dress.
âShut up, Theo.â You spat sharply down at him.
His smirk remained, eyes tracking your every move.
After climbing back onto the boat, you stood there, shivering and looking around for anyone who might know a drying charm. As you scanned the deck, Tom caught sight of you and strode over. As he approached you his gaze lowered and he shook his head amusedly.
âYou look nice tonightâ he taunted.
Without waiting for a reply, he waved his wand with a practiced flick. A warm, tingling sensation spread over your dress and hair as he dried you off. While waiting for Tom to finish, your gaze drifted back to the waterâs edge just as a dripping wet and shirtless Theo climbed back onto the boat. His eyes met yours and his smirk grew. You silently vowed that this would be the last of these stupid boat parties.
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Hey! Hope youâre having a good day, Can your please do a smutty dom/sub, dom Percy jackson x sub female Zeus!reader where it's an enemies to lovers but readers been being a brat and teasing the hell outa' Percy so he decides to "teach her a lesson" so he takes her to his cabin and they fuck and she has a thing for choking. . . ?
hi hello sorry for taking so long uni is hell and im so tired but apparently i cant focus on revising so im doing this instead ty for being so patient luv u
tis made clear they're both adults like literally i say they're adults is all good
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"What's the matter, Jackson?" I grinned as I landed a bullseye on the target and heard a grunt from next to me. "Not really your speed, it it?" My voice dripped with faux pity.
Percy's shot went wide and I laughed. He rolled his eyes and nocked another arrow. "How old are you? I thought we were adults, not fucking kids." He loosed the arrow and just barely struck the target.
I shrugged, following suit and doing better than he did, if not hitting where I was aiming. "Maybe, but you make it so easy to fuck with you, it's like you're into it." I winked at him.
This kind of banter was common- one of us would be better than the other at something, flaunt their skill unashamedly and piss each other off until one of us left or someone else came in to shut us up. It was a familiar routine; loathe I was to admit it, Percy was better than I was at a fair few things so when I got the upper hand, I relished it.
"Come on, Perce, just give in." I cocked my head to one side, looking up at him. "Sea Daddy didn't give you this skill and I'm up by 6 points, you can't beat me at this."
He barked a laugh. "Sea Daddy? I should strike you down where you stand."
I waited until he nocked his next arrow. About to shoot it, I stood on my tiptoes, as close to his ear as possible. "Is that a promise?"
Percy's arrow flew into the ground, a faint pink staining his cheeks. I backed off, cackling. "Aw, too far?"
He stood frozen for a second. I paused mentally. It wouldn't be the first time I flirted with him, teasing him like this was just one of the weapons in my arsenal- I always made sure not to do anything too bad, just enough to catch him off guard. Maybe today was just a bad day and I'd gone too far.
Instead, Percy lowered his bow to drop it on the ground, stepping over his quiver of arrows to move towards me. There was a wolfish grin on his lips. "Not close enough, princess."
My breath caught in my throat. That was a new one; nicknames were sometimes used, sure, to annoy the other but 'princess' was new. And effective, apparently.
Determined to stand my ground, I stayed still as Percy crossed the short distance between us. He was a good few inches taller than me. I caught myself looking into his eyes and tried to school my face into something resembling superiority.
He smelled really good.
"No retort? Nothing to say, hm?" Percy's tone was slightly condescending and I don't know if it was the proximity, the nickname or the fact that I suddenly realised I had this incredibly attractive man focusing all his attention on me, but I felt a little weak at the knees.
Now is not the time to be discovering kinks, dammit.
"I-I..." I sputtered. "...Princess?"
Smooth.
Percy grinned, tongue just sweeping over his lower lip. "If I knew a little pet name would shut you up, I'd have done this weeks ago."
Well. Shit. Guess I'm going all in, humiliation be damned.
"Kiss me."
Percy blinked. "...what?"
I twisted a hand in the front of his shirt. "You heard me, Jackson." That's right, I still have some words left. "You started this, what are you gonna do about it?"
There was no hesitation. Percy pressed closer to me and slammed his lips on mine, hands coming round my waist and fingers digging into my back. I inhaled sharply, instantly dizzy with the rush of arousal that flooded my system.
Time slowed for a moment, just enough so that all I knew was Percy, Percy and his lips and his hands and his heartbeat hammering against his ribcage.
We broke apart, panting slightly, eyes locked. I was the first to break.
"My place or yours?"
Percy growled something that might have been 'mine' and grabbed my hand, pulling me after him. I stumbled a few times but we made it to the Poseiden cabin; luckily there were very few people around, everyone either in their cabin or busy. No one to see me eagerly following Percy into his cabin and definitely no one to hear him push me up against the door and press his lips to mine again.
My fingers ran through his hair, his hands back on my hips pinning me against the wood. Damn, I forget how strong he is. I tried shifting my position slightly and he merely readjusted his grip, I couldn't even lift away from the door. The knowledge that he was using hardly any effort to keep me still sent a fresh wave of horniness through my brain and I fought to keep a whine from escaping my lungs.
Yeah, I know we fight and tease and try to annoy the fuck out of each other but holy Hades if this guy isn't gorgeous and currently all I can think about.
Percy tugged at my hair, pulling to expose my neck and licked a stripe up my skin. "You okay with this?"
I did my best to nod.
Immediately, he stepped back, letting go of me completely. "No, do better, princess, yes or no?"
Gorgeous and respectful of consent, the gods really put effort into making this one.
I swallowed, forcing my brain to make coherent words. "Yes, yes, I am very okay with this, get back here."
Percy smirked. "So demanding." He went to sit on his bunk, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head to the side. "If you want it, you have to come over here."
Bitch, thinks he's in control. He's right, but I didn't have to give in so easily. I steadied myself.
"Oh, you think I'm that easy? We'll see."
I kept my eyes on him, shrugging my jacket off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Kicking off my shoes was hardly sexy, but I kept going, getting a little closer to the bed. I thanked everything possible that I was wearing a dress, the soft material settling just below mid thigh. The shorts I wore under them were quickly gone, and I was left in a dress, underwear and a bra.
Percy's chest was rising a little heavier with each item of clothing I rid myself of and I knew just how to get a little of my power back. I moved to stand right in front of him and lifted the back of my dress. I winked and pulled my underwear off, one leg at a time, until they were pooled on the floor. To no one's surprise, there was a wet patch in the middle.
Percy groaned, hands fisting in the sheets. I stood in between his open legs, not touching but so, so close.
"Aw, you liked my little show, Jackson?" I giggled. "Gods, I bet you're desperate to see under here-" I played with the hem of my dress. "-am I right?"
In a flash, Percy stood, hefted me up and threw me on his bed. I bounced on my back, a breathless laugh punched out of me. Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and flipped up my dress.
"Such a fucking brat." Percy's voice was low and slightly gravelly, fingers pressing into the flesh of my legs. I squeaked at the sudden movements and the slight embarrassment of being exposed so abruptly.
"Maybe this will teach you a lesson." He dove in between my thighs, licking a stripe up my pussy, moaning at the taste. I choked as he ate me out with fervour, keeping my legs apart easily even as I fought to close them around his head.
Percy's face was soaked, tongue driving me insane as it swirled over my clit. Two of his fingers pushed inside me and I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from yelling. I felt him grin against me, not moving his fingers, just keeping them insider my pussy and laving his tongue over my folds.
"P-Percy, fuck-!" I reached down to grasp his hair in my hands.
He pressed a kiss to my clit, looking up at me with a smug smile on his face. "What is it, princess? A little needy?" I somehow felt myself get even wetter, and Percy noticed. "Oh, you like being called 'princess', hm? Cute, but you're gonna have to work for me to do anything else, baby."
I groaned in arousal and annoyance. "Wh-what do you want, b-bastard?"
Percy tutted, and withdrew his fingers. "Nope, c'mere." He stood and sat on the bed, reaching over and dragging me until I sat straddling his lap, bare pussy just touching his jeans. I clutched at his shoulders as he inserted his fingers into me again.
"Now, if you want to be fucked properly, you're going to fuck yourself on my fingers until you come and I'm not going to help, okay, princess?"
Oh, a cruel, cruel, insanely hot man. Damn my power, damn everything in me that wanted to push back at him, I wanted to come and an infuriating part of me wanted to please him. Fuck.
My cheeks were bright red, my dress covering the obscene sight of Percy's hand wet and his fingers inside my pussy, but slowly, slowly, I lifted myself a few inches and sat back down. Fuck, his fingers were so long. I repeated my action, a little stronger. A little faster, a little more, until I was riding his fingers and he was kissing me and despite his former promise he was pumping his hand and using his thumb to press circles into my clit.
I was so worked up it didn't take long for my orgasm to rip through me. I let out a choked sound and Percy used his other hand to press over my mouth to muffle my noises. "Fuck, you sound so pretty when you come, princess, but we gotta be quiet, okay?" My hips were still stuttering against his hand, but I nodded.
The flash of a thought shot through my orgasm-addled mind. I released one of Percy's shoulders and touched his hand across my mouth. Gently, I guided it to just rest on my neck, the weight at once comforting and dizzyingly arousing.
"This okay?"
He stared at my neck, at his hand reaching from one side to the other and very carefully he squeezed his fingers. My eyes rolled back in my head. "Shit, yes, very okay, princess." He gently withdrew his fingers from my pussy and brought them up to his mouth. He licked my come off his hand, groaning at the taste. "Fuck, that was so hot, you did so good, my good little princess, you want me to fuck you now?"
He was so deperate for me, it gave me a rush of power to have him like this even if I'd just ridden his hand because he asked.
"Yes, fuck, please fuck me, Percy."
He moved me off his lap like I was delicate, something he'd break if he wasn't careful, and stripped as quickly as possible. His cock slapped against his stomach and I felt my mouth water. Still a little shaky, I got up on my knees and pulled at his hips until he was facing me. I reached out and took his cock in my hand, licking at the tip.
Percy heaved a breath. "Oh, princess, as much as I'd love to have you suck me off, if I don't get inside you in the next minute I might actually combust."
I giggled. "Well, we wouldn't want that."
I watched him fish a condom out from the drawer by his bed and bit my lip as I watched him slide it on and jerk himself a few times. "Alright, baby, how do you wanna do this?"
Laying back against the pillows, I slipped off the straps of my dress. Percy got the message pretty quickly.
In a second, he was hovering over me, pulling the top of my dress down. He reached round to my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He bent his neck and nipped little red marks over my chest, licking over my pebbling nipples and I inhaled sharply. "I've been good, haven't I?"
Percy nodded. "So good for me."
I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Then fuck me like you hate me."
He smirked, reaching down a hand to guide his cock to push into me inch by inch. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."
I barely had any time to adjust to him when he started pounding into me, hips pistoning and abs clenching. Moans worked their way between my lips despite my best efforts, unable to be silent at the delicious friction he ws giving me.
"So hard to be quiet, isn't it?" Percy panted into my ear. "Poor thing, let me help with that."
Not stopping his movements, he sat back on his heels, pulling my hips up to him and smoothing one hand down my body to rest heavy on my throat. My tits bounced as he thrusted hard into me, my hands clutching at the sheets, the pillows, his arm, the hand that promised to just slightly cut off bloodflow to my head.
My vision went slightly fuzzy, my head deliciously dizzy and all I could do was lie there and take it, take his cock hammering into my pussy and feel the build up of my second orgasm.
"Sh-shit, princess, you feel so fucking good, I'm gonna- I'm gonna come, fuck!" Percy hissed through his teeth. "Touch yourself for me, that's it, such a good girl, fuck."
I rubbed my clit harshly with as much focus as I could, feeling myself come from my toes, rolling up through my body and exploding in my lower stomach. Percy's lip was swollen and red from where he'd been biting it and I felt his hips stutter, flooding the condom as he came.
There was a minute of quiet, both of us recovering, breathing evening out. I squeezed my eyes shut against the overstimulation as Percy pulled out, shushing me gently. There was a moment where he removed the condom where I truly thought he was just going to leave and my heart squeezed painfully, but he returned almost immediately.
"Hey, sit up, baby, that's it." He helped me up to sit on his bed, summoning some water and pouring it in a cup he'd found. He handed it to me. "Drink at least half of that, please. I'm gonna get some new clothes, okay?" Pressing a kiss to my head, he wandered about the cabin gathering sweatpants and t-shirts for us.
Obediently, I swallowed almost all the water, waiting sleepily for him to offer me his clothes.
Percy slipped on some clothes, helping me stand and after getting my permission, slipped off my dress and helped me put on one of his camp t-shirts and a pair of warm sweatpants.
"Better?" He whispered, maintaining the soft atmosphere we'd managed to cultivate.
I nodded. "Mm, yeah, thank you."
He blushed, wrapping me in his arms. "No problem, princess."
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Hello!
I know its probably too soon but im obsessed with "i dont even know you anymore" but one of these days could you make a continuation with the reader and aaron getting close and the team sees it and they are all cute and he treats her like a gentleman (with a bit of age gap because...its just right).
Thank you, and i totally get it if you dont want to do it and want it to be just a "stand alone".
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omg I love this idea!!!! i hope i did it justice :)
i don't even know you anymore- s.reid /a.hotchner
a/n: intended for fem or male reader, so imagine what you like:)))))))))
summary: you can get past your break up with Spencer, especially with Aaron by your side, right?
pairing: aaron hotchner x reader, brokenupspencer reid x reader
warnings: general angst, cheating and breaking up, general fighting, kissing, emotional stuff
PART 1
4 moths post-breakup
It had been a gruelling 4 months. You had moved out of Spencer and your shared apartment, much to his disappointment. You had broken up with him the morning after, knowing you wouldnât have felt secure in the relationship had it gone on. Emily, your best friend on the team, had been letting you live with her and she had told Aaron. It was clear as day to everyone that Aaron had a soft spot for you. As the youngest on the team (you were the same age as Spencer, just a few months younger), he felt it was his duty. Heâd always step in if a superior was belittling you, always step up if an officer was flirting with or objectifying you when Spencer was too busy to notice, and he had reached out after the breakup, telling you that he could reassign you if you wanted, but urged you to stay on the team since you were such an asset.Â
Your text conversations started with that, and slowly evolved into daily conversations about anything. Cute photos of Jack, funny jokes that soon turned into inside jokes, ideas on cases, and plans to get coffee. Your daily texts from Aaron, the support from Emily and the team, and the knowledge that youâd done the right thing for yourself, made the shitty time easier. What wasnât easy was Spencer's daily âapology coffeeâ. Heâd get you a coffee from your favourite coffee shop and write a sticky note, begging to even just talk. It was becoming soul-shattering how sad he constantly looked. A part of you wanted to run back to him and just be there for him, but you knew itâd only cause you pain. Jj refused to talk to you unless it was about a case, or to chew you out over Spencerâs devastated state and her now failing marriage at least once a week. Youâd reached out to Will, assuming heâd known. He hadnât, and now he was taking the kids. You felt bad, truly, and you wished you hadnât said anything, but thereâs only so much someone can do. Youâd told Jj the second it happened and apologised profusely. Did she curse you out over the phone? Yes. Did she say Spencer never truly loved you? Yes.Â
But did any of that fix her marriage? No.
Cases and days passed uneventfully, full of blood, guts, and longing glances from Spencer. You had started going apartment hunting recently and you felt better. You felt like yourself again.Â
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6 months post-breakupÂ
This case was particularly difficult, the unSub was targeting women of your exact description, and you had been chosen to go undercover- your least favourite pastime.Â
âYou donât have to do this, you know that right?â Derek asked as he watched you turn your mic on.Â
âWho else is? He needs to be stopped.â
âYou donât have to be the one to stop him, his behaviour isnât escalating-â Spencer had budded in but you held up a hand to silence him. His rambling used to make you feel special because you were the only one who truly listened to him. You never cut him off or said something back-handed. You never made it a joke. Now his rambling felt bitter and silly to your ears, a reminder of just how stupid youâd been.Â
âIâll be fine,â You sighed. âIâve done this before, right?â
Derek nodded and pulled you into a quick hug. Spencer tried to pull you in for a hug but you dodged him, wanting to get all of this over with. You hated being undercover. It made you feel powerless and objectified.
âAgent?â Aaron coughed out and you stared in his direction. âCan I have a word?â
âSure,â you shrugged and followed him into an empty interrogation room. âPlanning on interrogating me?â
âAre you sure about this?â He asked, letting his guard down as he had so many times in the past few months. He had opened up about so much. He had opened up about Haleyâs death, about how bad of a parent he feels, anything. He even let you come over and have a movie night with him and Jack once a week. Jack falls asleep halfway through and Aaron puts him to bed and you pick a movie that isnât about paw patrol or trolls. Though you enjoy watching those all the same. Jack cuddles up to you and smiles at you until he falls asleep. Itâs adorable.Â
âIâm sure. Iâll be fine, donât worry Aaron,â you smiled, taking his hand. âIâm trained for this, right?â
âIâll be right there,â he promised. âSay the word and weâll come in.â
âI know,â you chuckled. âThank you.â
âPromise me youâll be careful?âÂ
âI promise,â You smiled and kissed his cheek, leaving the room swiftly after.Â
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Being undercover was just about as terrible as you thought it would be. The unSub was an asshole, of course he was- he was murdering women. But he was a particular kind of asshole, the kind that takes women down for their insecurities so that he could lure them to him. He was verbally degrading you and if you were being yourself, you wouldâve talked back. But, you were undercover and playing a college student.Â
And that wasnât the worst part. The worst part was when Spencer came in, acting as your âboyfriendâ to get him away, ruining the only chance you had at capturing the guy. You slumped against your seat in the SUV as Spencer attempted to justify his actions to the rest of the team outside the car.
âI thought he was going to-â He was speaking a mile a minute, but stopped when Aaron put his hand up.Â
âDo you have any idea what you just jeopardised?â He boomed, calm but clearly angry. âThat was the closest we have ever been to him, and now he knows your face Spencer. He also knows Y/nâs face. He knows you're with the FBI and he knows weâre looking for him! Do you have any idea how stupid that was?âÂ
âHotch Iâm sorry I-I was worried-â he tried to apologise but Aaron cut him off again.
âSpencer, we were all worried about Y/n. Every single one of us. But you have to remember that sheâs a trained agent, and that sheâs not your girlfriend anymore,â Aaron stormed off to the other car with Dave trailing behind as the rest of the team stood there, shocked.Â
âThis is all your fault Y/N!â Jj provoked. âNone of this wouldâve happened if you didnât make it such a big deal!â
You rolled your eyes and put on your headphones, the want to leave the team grew stronger everyday. You hated Spencer. You hated Jj. You didnât know how much more you could take.Â
âListen to me!â Jj urged and you just turned your music up as Emily and Derek began defending you.
Jj shoved you, and it was the last straw. You got up and out of the car. You knocked in Aaronâs window in the next car and he rolled it down. âCan I come with you two?â
They both nodded and Aaron opened his door, allowing you to climb in.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Dave asked after a moment of silence.Â
âThe end of my time with the BAU. Iâm leaving,â you sighed, not looking at Aaron. Youâd technically gone over his head and went straight to Strauss, but you didnât care. You weren't going to change your mind on this, and you didnât want him to try.Â
âThatâs very sad news,â Dave sighed. âYouâre a great asset to this team.â
âIâm just dividing it. Thereâs no need for me to cause this much trouble. Spencer wouldâve never gone in if he didnât think he was âsavingâ our relationship, Jj would be more focused on work and there would be less tension. Iâm so sick of everyone picking a side. Itâs not fair.â
âBut you shouldnât have to leave, this doesnât need to happen-â Aaron started but Dave cut him off.Â
âYou're doing a very kind thing for people that probably donât deserve it,â Dave sighed. âWhere are you planning on going after?â
âI donât know yet,â You shrugged and saw Aaron practically deflate.
âYou have no plan?â He asked, clearly concerned.
âNo? I have a law degree, I might go into that, or Iâll just join another department at Quantico. I donât have everything mapped out right now Aaron.â
Aaron remained with a hardened look on his face the rest of the ride to the airport. The tension in the air was palpable and, to be honest, you were sick of it. You just wanted this to be over with. It was draining, and taking a toll on you mentally. Any breakup would, but this breakup included the team. The most important people to you were forced to pick a side and chose who was in the wrong or right. Jj and some others from the office had picked Spencerâs side, saying it was unfair that you didnât hear him out. Whereas Penelope, Emily, Aaron, Dave, Derek, and the rest of the office took your side, saying it was wrong to kiss someone else, especially a mutual friend and coworker, and someone heâd admitted to having a serious crush on. You were done. You were leaving.
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8 months post-breakupÂ
Honestly, not being on the BAU had some getting used to. Your team had been your family for so long that being without them felt strange. You had been reassigned to the Criminal Justice Information Services Division, or CJIS for short. Youâd moved a whole 4 and half hours away from Quantico, much to the team's chagrin. You loved it there, it was a nice change. Though, you missed your weekly movie nights at Aaronâs (those now had to be turned monthly), you missed your daily catch-ups with Emily which had to be moved over facetime, since you didnât live down the block from each other anymore, and you missed being a profiler. You missed Pen, David and Derek, you even kind of missed Jj.Â
A knock sounded at your door and you instantly got up and smiled, opening it without even looking. âJack!â You wrapped the little boy up in a large hug and felt him giggle into your shoulder. You heard Aaronâs laughter and looked up at him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it as a small greeting. Jack wrangled himself out of your arms and began to run inside your house, desperate to eat the freshly popped popcorn you always made for him.Â
âHi honey,â Aaron smiled, pulling you in for a hug. His nicknames always made you feel special, your favourite being âhoneyâ. You thought it sounded more romantic and endearing than other nicknames. Not that you thought of Aaron in a romantic way. Never. You wouldnât. Not even when he picked Jack up with ease, a t-shirt on to show the swell of his biceps. Not when he crept his arm around you during movies. Definitely not when we helped you cook in the kitchen, for example, when you made bread. He looked so-
You pushed those feelings out of your head.Â
âHey Aaron,â you smiled as he pulled away. âHow are you?âÂ
âIâm fine thank you, how are you?â He asked, a small smile on his face.Â
âIâm good, I love my new department,â You beamed, though this topic was clearly a sore one for Aaron. His body language changed, he was more rigid, more tense.Â
âThat's good,â he deadpanned. âThe BAU misses you.â
âI miss them too,â you chuckled, reminiscing on better times. âSend them my love, will you?â
âOf course, honey,â he smiled again as he saw you get flustered.Â
The night went off as usual, Jack falling asleep immediately, putting him to bed in your guest bedroom, watching a movie, cleaning up, making out with Aaron on your couch- wait, what?
There you were, making out with Aaron on your couch. The tension had finally broken and now, his hands were on your waist as you straddled his legs, kissing him feverishly.Â
âI want you,â Aaron rasped. âI want you as my girlfriend.â
You pulled away, catching your breath. âSeriously?â
He nodded and kissed you again, even more forceful than last time.Â
âIâm yours,â you said in between kisses.Â
âYouâre mine.â
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12 months post-breakup
Dating Aaron had been bliss. He was the perfect gentleman in every way, and he was perfect for you. You loved him. He loved you. He had also convinced you to come up to Quantico to see the team. Something that was becoming increasingly real as you stepped foot inside the bullpen and saw everyoneâs faces. Spencer looked elated to see you, it was a full year since youâd broken up and maybe he was healed? Derek looked excited to see you, as did Penelope, David, Emily, and, of course, Aaron. He walked over and pulled you into a hug and smiled, happy that you were doing this. Penelope ran over next, then Emily, David, Derek and, finally, Spencer. Jj was nowhere to be seen- probably a good thing.
âItâs so good to see you, I didnât realise you were coming back-â He rambled but you cut him off.
âIâm not coming back, I just came to say hi to everyone,â you smiled. âAaron convinced me.â
Aaron tried to hide his smirk with his hand but it didnât work well, and looking at Spencer, youâd think he was being faced with the most horrific challenge of his life.Â
âYouâre who Aaronâs dating,â Spencer stated and there was a collective gasp from the office. You looked to Aaron in panic and he nodded.Â
âYes, we are dating,â Aaron said, the focus turning to him. âItâs only new so Iâd really like for everyone to calm do-â
âHow could you do that to me?â Spencer turned to you, sounding broken-hearted. âYou go after Hotch to make me, what? Jealous? To make me want you again? Iâve always wanted you, Iâll always want you! You donât want him, you want me.â
âSpencer, Iâm dating Aaron because I love him. Me and you are history, it happened a year ago!â
âIt was a 3 year long relationship, you donât just get over it in a few months,â Spencer seethed.Â
âYeah, it took me a long time, but I am over it.â
âThatâs not fair,â Spencer stormed off, clearly upset but no one went after him. The rest of your visit was filled with catching up with people, laughter, and a nice dinner. You and Aaron went back to his house, since you didnât feel like driving the 4 and half hours home. As you went inside, you saw Jessica, she smiled at you as you caught up, then left when you were done talking. She had been watching Jack and put him to sleep, meaning you and Aaron had the house practically to yourselves. You noticed Aaron had been acting off since the confrontation with Spencer, you assumed it was anger but no, it was something else. You grabbed his hand and sat him on the couch, sitting beside him.Â
âTalk to me,â you pleaded, a hand running through his hair.
âAbout what?â he chuckled, though it lacked humour and life.
âAbout whatâs wrong.â
He stared at you for a moment, then sighed. âI understood Spencerâs point. You shouldnât want me. Iâm not exactly in the prime of my life, I have a child, Iâm not exactly up to going clubbing or things like that. You should be with someone your own age. Someone like Spencer-â
âSpencer cheated on me. Aaron, I love you. I love you so much. Youâre the most handsome, caring, and loving person Iâve ever met, youâre a brilliant dad, you and I both know I wouldnât go clubbing either way, and youâre very proficient in other forms of exertion so I wouldn't worry about that. I love you Aaron. You.â
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, a kiss that soon turned heated. You knew he understood you. You knew he heard you. And you knew youâd be ok.Â
You loved him, he loved you. Â
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: The thought of something more had never really crossed Wanda's mind when it came to you. Best friends for 10 years and there hasn't even been one instance of accidental sexual tension. You're her best friend, that's allâuntil someone points out that you obviously have a very specific type when it comes to dating.
Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.
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It's strange how sometimes a single sentence can change someone's entire life.Â
Wanda's thought about what sentences could change her lifeâusually, they're morbid and depressing.
'You have cancer.'
'Someone you love has died horrifically in an accident.'
'Your cat actually finds living with you miserable and would prefer the dangers of living in the streets.'
Never in a million years would Wanda ever think it'd be, 'Hey, have you ever noticed how your best friend exclusively only dates girls who look like you?'
And don't get Wanda wrong. It wasn't a morbid or depressing change; it was just...a change. An irrevocable change because now, Wanda couldn't stop thinking about it or noticing it.Â
This was all Steve's fault.Â
Because if someone like Stupid Steve could notice something like that, it had to mean something, right? But as Wanda remembers about the past girls you've hooked up with and brought around, she doesn't know what to make of it.
A part of Wanda wishes she had never talked to Steve that night at the bar.Â
"Where's Vis?" Steve asked, looking around.
"With Tony playing pool, I think," Wanda shrugged. She doesn't particularly keep track of where her on-and-off boyfriend goes. She thinks they might be on an off-period right now, anyway.Â
"And where'sâoh, nevermind, there she is," Steve started to say but cut off when they both saw you across the bar talking with the bartender, flirting over drinksâwhich were probably free if Wanda could guess.Â
Wanda's slightly annoyed because it's been a long week without seeing you, and Wanda's been used to seeing you almost every day for the past several years of her life. But you've been gone on a work trip this week for a wedding shoot and only came home just a little after lunch and needed an immediate long nap before tonight's get-together.Â
That meant Wanda was sorely missing out on best-friend time, and now you were off flirting shamelessly with the hot bartender. Wanda's rooting for you, make no mistake. The bartender is definitely easy on the eyes, luscious hair, and lipsâsomething Wanda knows you're weak for.Â
Plus, Wanda's worried you're not anywhere near getting close to settling down. She wants you to be in a happy, fulfilling relationship. But she supposes she's in no position to talk herself.Â
Wanda loves Vision without a doubt, but their relationship is definitely chaotic, and Vision keeps pushing for something more serious now that they've been dating (sporadically) for a long time. She's been considering it in her downtime and thinks it might make sense as the next step.
Best friends do everything together, right? So, maybe if Wanda decided to take the next step in a serious relationship, you'd find someone to commit to seriously as well.Â
Then, both of you could get married at the same time. Then, they could buy a house in the same neighborhood right next to each other. There'd be endless double dates and vacations together. Wanda wouldn't have to miss you.
But first, Wanda needed to regain lost best-friend time, one-on-one style. Â
"Hey, you know what I just noticed?" Steve said, breaking Wanda's drifting thoughts.Â
"What?"
"Bugâ"Â
Wanda makes a face at your nickname. Granted, it was Wanda's fault you ended up with it back in your first year of university. You never let her forget it, especially now that you're a professional photographer.
"âover there has a very specific type she goes after for girls," Steve mused, sipping his whiskey before continuing. "I mean, they always have green eyes and brunetteâwait, that's not true. She had two red-headed girlfriends in our last year of university. They still had green eyes, though."Â
"Oh," Wanda said, unsure what to say since she's never paid attention to the girls you were dating. On average, they were a brief fling, and only a few lasted longer than half a year. "I guess so?"
Wanda distantly thinks about how she dyed her hair auburn in her last year of university because she was looking for a change that year and Natasha was insistent that she'd look amazing. Wanda recalls you were a fan of the look.
"Yeah," Steve nodded along. "Ironically, they always look like you in some way. Check out that bartender nowâlong, wavy-haired brunette with green eyes. She's got thick, long lips and even does that dark eye-shadow makeup thingy like you."
Steve just laughed it off, finishing his drink, thinking nothing more of it before he started talking about Bucky.
But it was like something clicked into place in Wanda's brain. A daunting realization that she was wholly unprepared for and not equipped to do anything about.Â
Wanda watched as the bartender clocked off for the night and dragged you into a corner booth, drinks in hand. It gave Wanda the perfect view that the bartender wore many rings just like she did.Â
In the poor privacy of the dimly lit corner booth, there was a staunch and needy kiss from the two of you, and Wanda swallowed roughly.Â
From here, if you were none the wiser, Wanda could be easily mistaken for the girl in the booth with you.Â
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Sometimes, Wanda believes she's just being absolutely ridiculous. So what if you go after girls who share the same features as her? That didn't have to mean anything. You've always told Wanda she was beautiful, and it was perfect how you said it.Â
It didn't feel insincere or creepy. It felt good to know her best friend thought she was absolutely gorgeous. But just because you thought she was beautiful doesn't mean you harbored secret feelings for her.Â
You'd be insulted if you knew Wanda had ever thought that. She'd just be another one of those girls Wanda's seen you humble on multiple occasions when they found out you dated women, and they were worried you might have a crush on them.Â
But then, Wanda couldn't stop thinking she actually might be one of those girls because then she'd think about if you didn't consider her like that, it wasn't about her looks but something about her personality that wasn't your type.Â
And what could that be?
Wanda thought long and hard, trying to remember the girls you've introduced her to.Â
Sometimes they were funny, and Wanda was funny. She made you laugh all the time. She specifically remembered one time in high school when she made you laugh so hard you peed your pants just a little.Â
Sometimes they were intellectual, and while Wanda didn't have an IQ of 160, she did fairly well academically and was on the right track in her career.Â
Sometimes they were charming, and Wanda was the type where she got more charming the more you got to know her.Â
So, Wanda just doesn't understand. She's nowhere further with her thinking ever since this weird information has been bestowed upon her.
Maybe it all just means nothing. You just didn't feel that way about Wanda despite the type of girls you dated suggesting otherwise. You didn't need a reason for it, and maybe the fact you only felt friendship for her was the reason.Â
"Wanna order pizza in tonight?"
Wanda turns her head from the tv and notices you've put your book down. "Hm, not really. We had pizza last week," Wanda shakes her head.Â
"How about that Greek place that just opened up on Willington Ave?" You suggest. "Pretty sure I heard you grumbling about wanting Greek food earlier this week."
"I was not grumbling!" Wanda scoffs but smiles when you raise your eyebrow at her. "Okay, I was grumbling a little."
You snicker as you pull out your phone to order delivery. "Oh, sweet golden best friend of mine, whatever shall you do when you get married to Vis, who hates Greek food. Do I foresee a life of Greekless cuisine? Oh, the suffering you'll go through!"
"I don't need him to like it," Wanda slaps your arm, sticking her tongue out before she cuddles you. "I have you to eat it with."
You laugh unabashedly, a sound that Wanda's accustomed to hearing the joyful sound. "Better hope the person I marry also hates Greek cuisine. I don't know if I can live a life of eating double the Greek food. I love tzatziki sauce, but if I grow to hate it from eating it too much, I will make you suffer the consequences of that."
Your voice trails off as you focus on ordering food, unable to see the cogs in Wanda's head turning.Â
It's all so easy. There's no tension, no electric vibes happening. Just best friends enjoying the banter and making plans to eat.Â
It was all in Wanda's head, right? You're her best friend, so of course you'd know everything about her.Â
The right type of friendship is fulfilling and soul-connecting, and that's what Wanda has with you. When you have a one-in-a-million connection like that, the line between friendship and romance is thin, isn't it?
Wanda hates Steve. She'd never think about this if it wasn't for Stupid Steve. She can hear his dumb laugh, blissfully ignorant about the observation bomb he dropped upon her.Â
"Do you wanna get ice cream after?" You ask, throwing your phone to the side. "I'll even treat you to the gelato despite knowing I'm going to suffer through your crazy farts later."
"Oh my god, I'm going to trap you under the blanket with it just for that!"Â
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Within two months, Wanda forgets about it. Forgets, as in that she decides to drop it (let it linger in the deep depths of her brain that she refuses to acknowledge), and resolves that Steve has no brain cells and has no idea what he's saying.Â
"Have you seen my strapless black top?" Wanda shouts from her room with the door open. "The one with the v-shaped front!"
"In your closet!" You yelled back from the living room, not taking your eyes off your phone.Â
"I can't find it," Wanda whines, and she hears you sigh as you get up. The footsteps approach her room, and she finds you standing at the door with an unimpressed look.
"I don't want to hear it," Wanda sniffs.Â
"Hear what, brat?" You say with a brow raised before you start rummaging through her closet. The nickname was a joke you started that Wanda was entirely a spoiled person, exhibiting bratty behavior at times. "That I'm not gonna be your roommate forever, so you need to learn to fold it yourself before putting it away?"
Wanda makes grumbling noises that are mostly nonsensical but smiles when you pull out the top she was looking for.Â
"You are the apple of my eye, stinky," Wanda grabs the top from you before she runs into her washroom to briefly change into it.Â
"A match made in heaven, yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes with good humor. "Hurry up, Natasha will kill us if we're late for Yelena's birthday. They're on an upwards mend in their relationship, so she's been so unbearably uptight lately to make sure nothing goes wrong."
"I know, I know," Wanda mutters, carefully pulling the top over her head to not ruin her makeup.Â
"Alright, I'll hail us a cab, meet me outside."
"Wait, wait!" Wanda calls out. "I need help putting on my necklace."
You chuckle, walking back just as Wanda steps out of the bathroom with the delicate necklace she wants to wear.Â
"Alright, alright, relax," you tell her. "Your accent gets really strong when you're stressed."
"You're stressing me out by rushing me," Wanda scrunches her nose even though you can't see it. "I'm also stressed knowing that you have to rush me, or I'll spend the party getting lectured by Natasha."
Wanda's voice comes out husked with the accent, something she's struggled between hating or loving, but mostly loving since you've expressed how lovely it is.
You grab the necklace from her hand, and Wanda moves her hair out of the way. The routine of it all starts to bleed the tension out of her shoulders.Â
Then, that horrible Stupid Steve Sentence kicks into her brain.Â
 It's only as you put your arms over, placing the necklace against Wanda's chest, and focusing on trying to get the clasp in. Wanda can feel your warm breath against her neck, summoning goosebumps along her arms. You're so close, and she can feel the heat of your body radiating onto her, your fingers just barely brushing against her.
The tension comes suddenly, squeezing inside her chest as her breathing slows and shakes. Her body warms in an unexpected way.Â
"Ah, got it," you say, but Wanda can only focus on your voice and breath on the shell of her ear. "Cute necklace but the clasp is so annoying."
You pull away and start walking off. "C'mon, I bet if we tip our taxi driver an extra $20 bucks, they'll speed and we can pray we're on time."
Wanda's left standing there, knowing she probably sounds like she's fresh out of Sokovia with how stressed she is. Her right eye twitches.
Was that...Wanda gulps. Was that sexual tension?
And was she the only one who felt it?
Fuck.
She's going to kill Steve.
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Natasha's absolutely neurotic when they arrive. It's just a simple backyard party, but it almost looks like a wedding venue with all the catering and flowers.Â
Wanda's pretty sure Natasha's only being like this because she's overthinking about whether to cling to Yelena or give her sister some space to mingle with others. She seems to be sizing up Kate, who Yelena might be seeing, but it hasn't been confirmed.Â
Yelena looks between exasperated with Natasha and secretly happy about the entire thing. Wanda can sympathize with her. After all, she's also a little sister, and Pietro can also be way too overprotective. Sometimes she's glad he's abroad in Europe for work while she remains in New York, but she misses him more often than she admits.Â
"Alright, alright, Natasha," you groan, and Wanda's mind slips back into the conversation. "We're 3 minutes late, relax, will you? Damn, are you always gonna be like this until you and Yelena get back into whatever sibling bond you had before? Hope you're just like this with us because otherwise, you're gonna scare away all her friends, and she's going to hate you."
"Oh my god, do you think she'll really hate me?" Natasha bites her bottom lip in worry while looking around at all the people that they can only assume she's nagged about being late or whatever mishap.Â
"Oh, man," you sigh, putting your hand on her shoulders before pushing her towards the bar. "You need some drinks and maybe some desserts in you."
Wanda's about to follow you when you turn around and nod your head in a different direction. She looks over and sees you're nodding toward Vision.
"You should go say hi to him," you tell her. "You've been complaining about not seeing him all last week, even though I don't know why you guys won't just FaceTime, but I digress. Come find me later, or I'll find you after."
You look over at Natasha, who's peering on her tippy toes to see if she can find Yelena.
"And, hopefully, I'll have ditched this nutjob," you whisper conspiratorially and laugh when Natasha turns around to smack your arm.Â
"I heard that!"
Wanda chuckles as you walk off with Natasha while she turns and heads toward Vision. Despite how she was complaining about not seeing Vision last week because she did miss him, her expression was sour as she made her way toward him.Â
Vision spots her immediately and waves at her with a warm smile. Wanda feels herself somewhat loosened at his expression. They'd also been friends a long time before they started on-and-off dating, so at the very least, she does miss his easy friendship.Â
"Hey," Vision hugs her, slightly rubbing her back before he pulls away but keeps his arm around her. "It's been a while; you look lovely."
"Thanks," Wanda smiles with a shrug. She looks around and sees he's standing with Tony and Pepper. "How are you guys?"
"Could be better," Tony sighs dramatically. "Natasha won't let me do any of my cool party tricks as if I'm going to ruin her little sister's party. If anything, I could make it the party of the century!"
Pepper rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "We were just talking about how we're thinking of going to the Bahamas for vacation in December and escaping the cold. We've invited you and Vision along since it's been awhile since we've all gone together. Of course, we can also invite Bug and Natasha."
"Oh," Wanda says for a lack of anything else to say. She doesn't know how to feel about it, but she peers over at Vision, who's just smiling at her and looking eager about it.Â
"I need another drink if I'm going to suffer through this party," Tony sighs. "Maybe I can convince Yelena instead!" He grins, dragging Pepper along, and they walk off together.Â
"So, what do you think?" Vision asks when they're alone. "I didn't want to reply on your behalf since I wasn't sure, but I think it'd be good for us. I've missed you," Vision pauses as if he's about his next words but then says, "a lot."
"Yeah, me too," Wanda starts to say, but then her brain gets all haywire because it feels like a lie. She did miss him, but did she miss him a lot? "I think."
"You think?"
Wanda wants to smack her forehead because she didn't mean to say that out loud. "I mean, I was complaining a lot that I haven't seen you in a while all last week."
"Yeah, work has just been overwhelming. I get so tired after work, I just can't keep up with the texting or calls."
But you can, Wanda thinks. Granted, you're her roommate, so it's easier. But even when you have to go on work trips, you regularly text her no matter what time and squeeze in a quick call, even if it's just to say goodnight.Â
The entire thing makes Wanda bite her tongue because why was she even thinking about that? That was completely irrelevant to Vision.Â
Thenâbecause as if just thinking about you wasn't enoughâher eyes trail across the room, and the scene before her makes Wanda even more confused about her feelings.
You're standing there with Natasha at the bar, but it looks like Natasha's calling someone over to introduce you to them.
Another brunette with long, wavy hair, like she just had a blowout done. Wanda's not 100% sure from this distance, but she has an inkling that the brunette also has green eyes. She's wearing a white halter top and wide-legged sage green pants. She wears a lot of rings, but her makeup is lighter and more summery compared to Wanda's darker, smokey eye makeup.
In short, this woman was the clean girl aesthetic version of Wanda.Â
And you look interested.Â
This was ridiculous, Wanda fumes, feeling her stomach sink and cheeks flare hot in anger. As quick as the anger came, it dissipated.
Why was she so angry?
She feels betrayed, and her thoughts are turning very ugly. Wanda is definitely not being a girl's girl right now with how much she's thinking she's better than the girl in front of you.Â
But that just makes everything so much more confusing.Â
"Wanda?"
Wanda turns her head back to Vision. He looks concerned, and even when his eyes trail toward what Wanda's staring at, there's no additional reaction. He's not upset that she's staring at you, and that has to mean something, right?
It must mean there was never a concern about how Wanda might've felt about you. Sure, there were a few things Wanda couldn't be without, and you were one of them, but nobody can't be without their best friend.Â
No one had ever blinked twice about you and Wanda.
Except now.
And that person was Wanda herself.Â
The more Wanda thought about the entire thing, the more she became curious. The idea of you dating people who looked like Wanda was intriguing. She wanted to ask questions but didn't know what to ask.
It might mean nothing, but it also might mean something.Â
And if it does mean something, Wanda wants to know what exactly it is.Â
Therefore, Wanda needs nothing in her way to find out the truth and exactly what she wants, regardless of the answer.Â
This was insane, wasn't it? Wanda's always been ambivalent about dating women. She's never gone out of her way to try it since she had Vision. Never mind entertaining thoughts about dating her best (girl)friend. And now, she was giving everything up in the pursuit of finding out what it could mean that her best friend was dating her lookalikesâand why she cared.
Wanda doesn't even know what she'll want to do with that information.Â
Wanda looks at Vision, peering at his features she's always found handsome. When she thinks back, she's not even sure why she complained to you about how she hasn't seen or heard from him lately. She hadn't even gone out of her own way to do something about it.
"I'm not going on the trip. I don't think I actually missed you like that."
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The girl introduced to you was named Raye, Natasha's coworker that recently moved from Nashville. It was also confirmed she has green eyes, though they had specks of brown in them. She was a southern belle with a bold attitude, witty, and a wicked sense of humor. All in all, undeniably charismatic.Â
At least, that's what you told her in private because all Wanda could feel was unrestricted aggravation with the other girl. The southern twang made Wanda's eye twitch, mostly because she knew you were head over heels for accents. Â
"And then before I knew it, I was panicked and more lost than a blindfolded turkey on thanksgiving!"
You burst out laughing while Wanda's expression is stony, but when you look at Wanda, she forces a smile on her lips.
"Hahaha," Wanda dryly let out. "So funny."
But it wasn't. What the fuck did that even mean?
Raye continues to talk while you listen with rapt interest, and Wanda takes the time to observe your features in a way she's done many times before but with a different mindset.Â
Your lips are curved in a smile, glistening from your chapstick. They're shapely, and they look soft. It rivals her favorite feature of yours, which is your eyes. They've always been so expressive with her, and Wanda's been around long enough that she knows what every expression means. She can tell when they glint with mischievousness or are soft with immense compassion and empathy.Â
"So, what did you think of Raye?" You ask Wanda as you leave the party.
"She's cool, I guess," Wanda answers nonchalantly.Â
The rest of the party was excruciating between Raye constantly hanging around you and Wanda also being too nervous to be alone with you.Â
"Really cool," you sigh with a grin. "Glad I got her number. It's been a while since I've met someone so funny."
Was she funny, though? Wanda wonders.
"Funnier than me?" Wanda finds herself asking.
"No one could be funnier than you, brat," you smirk. "I almost peed myself laughing again when you almost knocked off Yelena's cake. I thought Natasha was about to enter into a coma." You snicker while Wanda rolls her eyes with a smile.Â
"Glad I can always give you the biggest laughs, stinky."
Wanda glances over at your face, recognizing the excitement by the brightness in them. It's just another reminder that, as your best friend, she knows you like the back of her hand.Â
But lately, when Wanda watches you pick up girls, she can tell when they're heady with desire. That look hasn't been directed at her, and Wanda wants to know what it'd be like if it were.
Wanda recalls the night you kissed the bartender and imagines if it had been her instead. She pictures your hand sliding across her jaw and cheek while your other pulls her closer at the waist.Â
It's horrifying when a slow pit of arousal builds in Wanda's gut and...other regions. It feels utterly frightening and wrong like she's betraying the friendship for having and then reacting to such thoughts about you.Â
But there's another partâthe part that tells Wanda there's nobody in this world that she loves more than you. The mere idea of ever being apart from you was unfathomable. Wanda could and has endured so many things, and it would always be okay as long as she had you.Â
So, knowing that Southern Belle Raye has the potential to be more than a one-night stand to you, Wanda realizes that she has a very small window to not only come to terms with her newfound feelings but also act on them as well.Â
If this didn't go well, Wanda would definitely murder Steve.
PART TWO
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Apologies| Spencer Reid
A/N: Before I watched CM the only American crime show I watched was Bones, and I wish that they had a crossover at some point(Bones and Spencer, Booth and Hotch, pls). I have also started re-watching English crime shows, Lewis specifically, and I forgot how good they are but I will always view scandis as the superior crime show writers, because can you get better than the killing and jordskott?!
Summary: After a breakup with Spencer, you notice how he only flirts with other people when youâre around. However, when you give Spencer a taste of his own medicine, he realises it will always just be you, and no other woman will ever come close to you.Â
Content: fem! Reader. Make up sex. Oral (f! Receiving). No mentions of contraception. PinV. Smut. Fluff. Mentions of a breakup and then getting back together. 18+
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It wasnât a rough, or hostile, breakup, you two still loved each other, but for whatever reason you just seemed to stop communicating with each other, and that seemed to lead to the breakdown of your relationship. You still worked well together, and as you promised Hotch when the two of you started dating, you never let your relationship affect your work.Â
However, Spencer seemed to enjoy openly flirting with other women when you were around, and it was an obvious attempt to make you jealous, but you were not going to let him win. You wanted to give Spencer a taste of his own medicine, show him how it felt.Â
One evening, as you sat at the bar of a local pub, nursing a drink and observing the patrons around you, an idea formed in your mind. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you spotted a handsome stranger sitting alone at a nearby table. He seemed lost in thought, a certain air of mystery surrounding him.
You began a casual conversation with the stranger, making witty remarks and laughing at his jokes. The exchange was light-hearted, devoid of any deeper meaning. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had been observing your interaction from afar. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy bubbling inside him. As much as he wanted to appear unaffected, he couldn't deny the pang of possessiveness that gripped his heart.
He watched as you leaned closer to the stranger, your laughter fading into a whisper. His jaw clenched, and he suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. The unfamiliar sensation was unsettling, a mix of anger and longing.
Unable to bear it any longer, Spencer excused himself from the table he had been observing you from and made his way across the pub. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if he were dragging an anchor behind him. The sound of his heart pounding filled his ears, drowning out the din of the pub around him.
As Spencer approached the table, his eyes never left yours. The stranger turned to face him, a curious yet guarded expression on his face.Â
"Mind if I join you?" Spencer asked, his voice steady despite the swirling emotions within him.
The stranger shrugged, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. "Be my guest."
Spencer pulled out a chair and took a seat, careful to keep his composure despite the tumultuous storm roaring within him. He glanced at the stranger, trying to decipher what you had found so intriguing about him. The man exuded an air of confidence and mystery that seemed to draw you in.
The conversation continued, but this time there was an underlying tension that filled the air. Both Spencer and the stranger engaged in a battle of wits, each trying to outdo the other with clever remarks and subtle jabs. It was a dance of words, laced with hidden meanings.
You watched the exchange unfold, your mischievous smile growing wider. You couldn't help but relish in the power shift that was taking place before your eyes. The atmosphere crackled with an electric energy, charged by the unspoken competition between Spencer and the stranger. It was as if they were fighting for your attention, vying for a part of you that had been neglected.
The conversation escalated into a sophisticated game of verbal chess. Words ricocheted across the table, each remark glinting with double entendre. The stranger's eyes sparkled with amusement, seemingly enjoying the challenge that Spencer presented. And yet, beneath his composed facade, Spencer's hands trembled slightly, betraying his inner turmoil.
âWell, I am enjoying this conversation, itâs getting pretty late, so I am going to head home now.â You said, standing up from the table with a sly grin. Both Spencer and the stranger looked at you, momentarily stunned by the abrupt end to their battle of wits.
"But the night is still young," the stranger replied, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.
You chuckled, enjoying the power you held over both men. "Perhaps another time," you teased, shooting a playful wink at Spencer before turning to leave.
Spencer's eyes followed you as you walked away, a mixture of frustration and longing etched on his face. He had wanted to prove himself, to show you that he was worthy of your attention. But now, it seemed as though he had only pushed you further away.
The stranger cleared his throat, breaking Spencer out of his reverie. "Quite the woman you have there," he commented, a touch of admiration in his voice.
Spencer nodded absentmindedly, unable to tear his gaze away from your retreating figure. "Yes, she is certainly something," Spencer replied, his voice laced with a mix of resignation and determination. âAs she said, it is getting late, so I also better be heading back home.â
The stranger watched as Spencer stood up from the table, his eyes filled with a newfound determination. "Good luck," the stranger called after him, a hint of sympathy colouring his voice.
Spencer nodded in acknowledgment, his mind already racing with thoughts of how to win you back. He had been foolish to let things deteriorate to this point, to let his own insecurities drive a wedge between you. But now, he was ready to fight for what he realized he couldn't bear to lose.
As Spencer made his way back home, his mind was consumed with thoughts of how to repair the damage he'd caused. He knew he couldn't let his insecurities continue to sabotage his relationship with you. The evening's encounter at the pub had been a wake-up call, a jolt to his system that reminded him of what truly mattered.
Upon entering his apartment, Spencer took a deep breath, determined to set things right. He grabbed his phone and dialled your number, hoping that you would answer and give him a chance to explain himself. The phone rang once, twice, before you finally picked up.
"Hey," you greeted cautiously, your voice tinged with curiosity.
"Hi," Spencer replied, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice. "I... I wanted to talk."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before you spoke again. "Alright. Come over."
Relief flooded through Spencer as he hung up the phone and quickly made his way over to your apartment.
As Spencer stood outside your apartment door, he took a deep breath to steady his racing heart. He knew that this conversation would be pivotal, a make-or-break moment for the two of you. With newfound determination, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
The sound reverberated through the hallway, each rap echoing with anticipation. Seconds ticked by, and Spencer began to doubt if you would actually let him in. Just as he was about to turn away, the door creaked open, revealing your figure framed in the soft glow of the hallway light.
You looked at him, a mixture of curiosity and caution in your eyes. "Come in," you said softly, stepping aside to let him enter.
Spencer walked into your apartment, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over him. The familiar scent of your home enveloped him, bringing back memories of happier times.
âWhat did you want to talk about, Spencer?â
Spencer took a moment to gather his thoughts, his gaze lingering on you. âUs. I want to talk about us. Was your intention to make me jealous tonight?â
You raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by Spencer's directness. "Jealous? No, that wasn't my intention. I was merely enjoying a friendly conversation."
âSure, but you enjoyed it. Didnât you? Watching two men fight over you.â
You paused for a moment, considering Spencer's question. "Maybe I did," you admitted, your voice softening. "But it wasn't about wanting to make you jealous. It was about wanting to see if you still cared enough to fight for me."
Spencer's eyes widened, realization dawning on him. "I do care, more than you can imagine," he confessed, his voice filled with earnestness.
âReally? Why have you been flirting with other women, every chance you get?â
Spencer's eyes widened at your accusation, his heart sinking. He had hoped that you hadn't noticed his behaviour, that somehow, he could keep his insecurities hidden. But now, faced with your piercing gaze, he knew he couldn't hide any longer.
"I... I didn't mean for it to seem like flirting," Spencer stammered, his voice tinged with regret. "I was just... I don't know, trying to prove something to myself." He took a step closer to you, desperation etched on his face. "But it was never about not wanting you or needing someone else. It was about my own fears and insecurities getting the better of me."
You looked at him, a mix of frustration and understanding crossing your face. "But flirting with other women won't solve anything, Spencer. It only pushes me further away."
âI get that now, but it will always just be you. And seeing you flirt with that man, made me realise I canât lose you; I can never lose you.â Spencer took a deep breath, his voice filled with sincerity.
âI donât want to lose you either, I love you Spencer, and I donât think I will ever stop loving you.â
Spencer's eyes widened at your confession, a mixture of surprise and relief washing over him. He had been so afraid that his actions had pushed you too far, that he had lost you for good. But in that moment, as your words hung in the air, he knew that there was still hope.
"I love you too," Spencer whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "And I promise, from this moment on, I will do everything in my power to make it right. To show you that you're the only one I want."
You believed him, he wasnât the type of person to lie about this stuff. He moved closer to you, his hand reaching out and cupping your chin gently. His touch was warm, his eyes filled with sincerity as he leaned in to kiss you softly.
The kiss, filled with longing and forgiveness, spoke volumes more than words ever could. In that moment, the weight of their insecurities and misunderstandings lifted, leaving only the love they held for each other.
As the kiss deepened, Spencer's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. Every brush of his lips against yours was a reminder of the passion they shared, of the promises they made to each other.
When you finally pulled apart, your breaths mingling in the air, Spencer rested his forehead against yours. "I'm so sorry," he whispered hoarsely. "I never want to hurt you like that again."
You reached up, running your fingers through his hair soothingly. "I believe you," you said softly. His lips once again found yours in a tender embrace, and the world outside ceased to exist. In that moment, it was just the two of you, wrapped in a love that had weathered storms and emerged stronger than ever.
Spencer wasnât going to let this kiss end though, he couldnât. He would never be able to find someone like you, you were his soulmate, and nothing would ever stop him loving you.
The kiss deepened, becoming a passionate dance of love and desire. Spencer's hands roamed over your body, tracing the familiar curves and contours he knew so well. The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft moans as the intensity between you grew.
As the kiss broke, you both gasped for air, your chests heaving with a mixture of anticipation and longing. Spencer's eyes locked with yours, his gaze filled with an unspoken promise. He had made up his mind to fight for your love, to be a better partner than he had been before.
"I don't want to lose you," Spencer whispered, his voice laced with determination. "I can't imagine my life without you. Let me make it right."
You searched his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love shining back at you. The doubts that had plagued your mind began to crumble, replaced by a renewed hope for the future.
âHow will you go about making it right?â you said with a hint of mischief in your eyes and a small smirk on your lips.
Spencer grinned back at you, a spark in his eyes. "Trust me, you're going to love what I have in store for us."
âOh really?â you replied, raising an eyebrow playfully.
As Spencer led you into the living room, he gently pushed you onto the couch, the cushions sinking under your weight. He stood in front of you, his eyes locked on yours, a determined look in his eyes.
"I don't want to lose you," he whispered again, his voice low and filled with sincerity. "I promise to be better. I promise to be the man you deserve, the partner you need, and the lover you want."
You looked into his eyes, searching for the truth in his words. You could see the sincerity there, the resolution to make things right. You could see the love that had never truly waned, that had always been there, waiting for you to see it.
"Okay, Spencer," you said softly, a small smile playing on your lips. "I trust you. Show me how you're going to make it right."
Spencer's grin widened as he moved closer to you, his eyes filled with mischief and excitement. He reached out, gently trailing his fingers along your cheek, his touch leaving a trail of tingling sensation in its wake.
"I'm going to remind you of just how much you mean to me," Spencer whispered, his voice filled with desire. "Every touch, every kiss, will be a testament to my love for you."
His lips descended upon yours once more, this time with a renewed fervour. The kiss was hungry and passionate, as if both of you were trying to convey all the emotions that had been left unsaid during those tumultuous times. Spencer's hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves and dips that he had missed so much.
You responded eagerly, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. A soft moan escaped your lips as his hands found their way under your shirt, his fingertips gently grazing your skin. The warmth between you intensified, a magnetic attraction pulling you closer together.
As the kiss broke, both of you were gasping for air, your hearts pounding in sync with the rhythm of your desires. You looked into each other's eyes, the love and trust shining brightly, a beacon of hope for the future.
"I'm ready," you whispered, your voice filled with earnestness. "Show me how you're going to make it right, Spencer. I'm ready to trust you and be with you, no matter what."
Spencer smiled, a look of pure joy and relief washing over his face. He gently lifted you into his arms, carrying you effortlessly towards the bedroom. The anticipation in the air was palpable, fuelled by the love that had brought you both to this moment.
Upon reaching the bedroom, he laid you down on the soft sheets, the cool fabric brushing against your skin. His eyes locked with yours, filled with the determination to make amends. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your forehead, as he smothered your face with kisses.
Your body responded to his touch, each kiss igniting a fire within you that hadn't been felt in what felt like forever. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. You moaned softly, the desire taking over your senses.
"You're mine now," Spencer growled, his voice low and filled with possessiveness. "You're going to belong to me, completely and utterly."
His lips found yours once more, his hands exploring every curve of your body. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting him to know just how much you wanted him. The passion between you was palpable, electric.
"I'll never let you go, I promise," he whispered against your lips. "You're mine, and I'll do everything in my power to make sure you know that."
His hands found the zip of your dress, and slowly pulled it down, revealing your trembling body beneath. Your heart was pounding, your breaths were shallow, as you looked into his eyes. He had a look of determination, a look that told you he was ready to make things right.
He continued to kiss you, his hands trailing down your arms, your waist, and finally to your hips. He lifted you slightly, and with one swift motion, your dress fell to the floor. You were standing there, naked, vulnerable, and exposed, but you knew that he wouldn't waste this moment.
He led you back to the bed, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with the promise to make it right. He lowered you onto the soft sheets, his eyes never leaving yours. His lips found yours in a fiery kiss, his hands roaming your body, caressing every inch of your skin.
You could feel your heart racing, your breath hitched in your throat, as you knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for. The moment where he would show you how much he loved you, how much he wanted to make things right.
His lips trailed down your neck, his hands gently caressing your skin, making you shiver in pleasure. You moaned softly, your body responding to his touch. He could feel the desire building between you, the electricity of your connection.
His hands worked their way down to your waist, his fingers trailing along your hips, down to your thighs. He gently spread your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the love and trust in his eyes, the desire to make it right.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against your inner thigh, his breath warm and tantalizing. You arched your back slightly, inviting him closer, wanting him to explore every inch of you.
His tongue danced along your skin, his lips leaving a trail of kisses. You moaned softly, your breaths shallow, your heart pounding with anticipation. You could feel your body responding to his touch, the desire building within you.
He continued his exploration, his tongue delving deeper, his lips leaving kisses along your skin. You could feel your body trembling, your senses heightened, as his hands continued to explore your skin. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to make you feel alive and desired.
His tongue found its way to your clit, his lips softly sucking and caressing it. Your breath hitched in your throat, your moans growing louder. You could feel your body building towards the edge, the desire and lust coursing through your veins.
He continued his ministrations, his hands exploring your body, his tongue delving deeper. You could feel your orgasm building, the intensity of your pleasure growing with each passing moment.
You arched your back even more, your body trembling with pleasure, as you knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for. The moment where he would show you how much he loved you, how much he wanted to make things right.
Your orgasm slammed into you like a wave, your body shaking uncontrollably, your pleasure reaching new heights. You cried out his name, your moans echoing throughout the room. He continued to please you, his tongue never leaving your most sensitive spot, as you soared towards your peak.
Your scream filled the air as you came, your body convulsing with pleasure. Spencer continued to pleasure you, his hands exploring every inch of your body, his tongue never leaving your clit. He was determined to make it up to you, to show you just how much he cared.
As your orgasm subsided, you could still feel the aftershocks reverberating through your body. You took a deep breath, turning to look at Spencer, who was still between your legs, his fingers gently wiping away the remnants of your release.
He wasnât done though, he wanted to ensure that you knew just how much he loved you, how much he wanted to make things right. He slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of love, desire, and determination.
Swiftly, he stood up, his gaze never leaving yours. He began to undress himself, revealing his toned body and hardness that had been growing throughout your passion. You could feel the desire building within you again, your heart racing at the thought of what he was about to do.
He climbed back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He positioned himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against you. You could feel the anticipation building within you, the desire and love between you both intense.
With a single motion, he entered you, his body fitting perfectly against yours. You gasped, your body responding to his touch. He began to move, his rhythm perfect, his movements slow and measured.
Your eyes locked onto his, the love and trust shining brightly between you. You could feel his determination, his need to make things right. This was the moment you had been waiting for, the moment where he would show you just how much he loved you.
He increased his pace, his body moving faster and harder. You moaned softly, your breath hitched in your throat, as the passion between you both intensified. Your body responded to his touch, every movement sending waves of pleasure through you.
His eyes never left yours, his love for you shining brightly in his gaze. You felt his determination, his need to make things right. The feeling of his body against yours was intoxicating, sending a wave of pleasure through your entire being.
Your breaths grew shallower, your moans growing louder. You could feel your orgasm building, the intensity of your pleasure growing with each passing moment. You arched your back, your body trembling with desire, as you knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for.
His thrusts became more frenzied, his body trembling with the same desire that was pulsing through yours. You could feel the tension building within him, the need to reach the peak together. He knew that the only way to make it right was to share this moment with you, to feel the passion and love between you both.
With one final thrust, he collapsed onto you, his breath ragged, his body trembling with the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. You cried his name, your body still shaking from the pleasure that had just washed over you.
He pulled out of you, his gaze never leaving yours. He leaned down, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. You knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment where he had made things right. His love and desire for you were clear in every touch, every kiss, every movement.
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Miscommunication
Rodimus x Human Reader, Drift x Ratchet x Human Reader
Summary: After Rodimus tried looping you into something you really weren't into, you sought out your other partners to complain about his reveal of character.
Word Count: 1,128
AN: NSFW suggestive talk, no outright smut. Also hi this is my first tf writing soooo lmk what your thoughts are, i love comments. I'm already working on a reader insert series and wanted to start with a few one off bits. Enjoy! tagging valveplug just in case.
Drift looked up when you entered the medbay, his greeting dying on his glossa as his field just PINGED with the waves of displeasure coming off you.
âJeez⊠what's got you all wound up, huh?â He straightened his backstuts as he stood up more from the desk he leaned over, messing with Ratchet temporarily set aside.
You hissed a rush of words under your breath as you strutted in, something that he couldn't TELL what was said but he understood it wasn't very polite. Even the older medic bot lifted his head to address you.
âI only managed to make out Rodimus in all that. What did our oh so brilliant captain do to piss you off?â
 âI thought this whole time we were leading up to something⊠fun. But it turns out I misread every step. He thinks he's BETTER than me.â
âHe's the captain, he is better than you.â
You whipped your head around to glare at Ratchet. âBetter enough that I deserve to clean the dirt off his kibble with my tongue?? Because I feel that's pretty fucking degrading.â
Both bots stilled, and the medic's âWait, what-â was interrupted by Drift stalling briefly and talking over him. âThat doesn't sound at ALL like something Roddy would say.â
âI thought so, too.â You huffed before your attitude melted into something a bit sadder. âI mean⊠I've been flirting with him for so long, and he's been receptive towards it. You even told me he said he likes me. So I don't know where this came fromâŠâÂ
Groaning, you put your face in your hands, and idly Ratchet patted your back while working (and half listening).Â
âI didn't even think that would be a thing with you guys, making someone tongue-polish your like, plating and stuff.â
âThat sounds like something Megatron would have had Starscream do back in the day,â Ratchet groused, making Drift mock gagging.
âI'm going to purge my tank, don't make me think about those two like that.â A shudder wracked the ex âcon's frame. âEugh. No it's not really a thing with us. IsâŠis it a human thing?â
âAhâŠâ The question made you pause to think. âNot⊠really? I mean, kind of. It's usually an extremely exaggerated form of punishment from someone who wants to uh⊠show superiority while demeaning the other. Though it's shoes or boots for us, not armor spikes. The idea is to polish the dirtiest article of clothing with their tongue - or glossa - so they feel... sub-human. Though there's always exceptions, and some people are into that kinda thing as like, a kink? But it's really notâŠwhat I'm looking for.â You wince.
âŠ.Ratchet paused his comforting as he listened, before turning to look you over. âHold on, back up. Armor spikes⊠kid, what did Rodimus say to you?â
Drift leaned over the autobot's shoulder, studying you closely. The samurai looked both confusedâŠand disbelieving.
Alright, fine then.
âHe said âYâknow⊠Maybe you can put that glossa of yours to use and⊠clean my spikes with it.ââ They let out a grumble. âI didn't peg him for the degrading typeâŠâ
The two mechs went oddly quiet and still.
âSpikes⊠plural?â Drift pressed.
You thought back more, mulling the memory over, of the captain of the Lost Light leering down at you with that heated smirk and his thumb on your cheekâŠand shook your head.
âNo, sorry. Just spike.â
âPFFT-â
You looked up to see Drift looking away, one of his servos clamped over his intake as he cackled. His limbs shook and he held onto Ratchet to steady himself. The medic was looking away, face buried in his hands. His shoulders shook.
He was also laughing at you.
âWhat. WHAT! HEY?? HELLO!!â
âKidâŠKid, Sp..spike is another term we have for plug.â Ratchet mumbled out. Still laughing. Very much laughing at you. His words caused Drift to wheeze and bend over, his vents stuttering as he cackled.
âHe was asking you to interface finally and you totally missed it..!! Oh Primus help me, what did you say? What did you say, tell me. Please, it has to be good.â
Your face got warm as you thought of the fact that you had finally gotten Rodimus interested enough he would make a bold pass. Your face was hot when you realized you had totally missed his signals. Your face was practically on fire when it clicked just how badly you fumbled the whole interaction.
âI⊠I said Ew, no thanks. And came here-â
âTHAAAAHAHAATS THE WORST THING YOU C-COOOHOULD HAVE SAID!!! AAAHAHAGHA OH PRIMUS-â
âFrag me, kid you did not-â
There was no saving you. Both mechs were now openly laughing at your misery. Your face buried in your hands you mumbled out a weak âHow was I supposed to know!â that only made Drift start losing it all over again.
After some time (Ten. Minutes.) the two much larger beings had settled, Ratchet returning to his work and chuckling on occasion while DriftâŠpestered you over your absolute dropping of the ball.
âI can't believe this. I'm almost scared to flirt with you now because you may not get it!â
âDriiiiiftâŠ!â You whined, the cheeky samurai squeezing your hips. âLet me go, I want to jettison myself out of the airlock.â
âNot a chance!! I mean I want to make sure if I tell you I wanna have you eat my valve from the back that you aren't going to mistake it for me, say, threatening to mug you or something.â
Your face was bright red. âDrift!!â
âOr, oh man, if I tell you I want to slot my plug between your thighs, maybe you'll think I'm wanting you to-â
âRATCHET! DRIFT IS BULLYING ME AGAIN!â Complaining loudly, you squirmed in Drift's hold while eyeing his Conjux, displeased and humiliated and hoping the medic would scold him or something.
Ratchet barely spared you a glance with his optics as he continued his inventory count. He was literally busy and not paying attention to you two.
âBetween words from attractive mechs, manhandling, and something almost too big to go in, you enjoy being bullied, and all of us here are very aware of it,â drawled the grouch's response.
You stared at him, mouth dropped open in shock and WORSE embarrassment at how he called your bullshit out. All while Drift began cackling all over again.
â
You stared up at the habisuite door, staring at the imposing metal barrier of captain Rodimus Prime's personal chambers. Your stomach twisted in knots nervously, your palms somewhat sweaty as you raised a fist and knocked hard, twice. Mentally, you prepared your apology as you heard shuffling and the soft clank of pedes across a metal floor.
God, you hoped the mech thought stupid was hot.
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Hey Jealousy
Angst, Fluff
Gen Narumi x gn!reader
Request from Wattpad: Gen gets jealous when Soshiro flirts with his crush!; takes place during Chapter 57 :)
Warnings: none
âWhatâs the big deal? Itâs just Third Division.â
You didnât realize how much of an impact your words had made on your comrades in the First Division until you noticed it had gone completely quiet around you as everyone stared at you in shock.
âHuh? Just Third Division? Donât ya know theyâre our biggest enemies?â Gen Narumi asked you in disbelief.
âShouldnât our biggest enemies be the kaiju? If weâre all working to eliminate them, should we really have a rivalry?â you wondered. Your soldiers couldnât speak a word; they werenât expecting to hear their beloved platoon leader spout such nonsense!
âItâs because you havenât met them yet,â Gen told you, slapping a hand to your back. âOnce you have the displeasure of talking to the Third Division, youâll understand why we hate them.â
Well, here you were, standing before some members of the Third Division, and you still couldnât grasp the hatred between the two Tokyo factions. Gen had invited you along to âgreetâ (confront) them as they entered your base and as you eyed them from your spot next to Gen, you waited to see what the fuss was all about.
âHoshina!â Gen yelled, stepping up to the Third Divisionâs vice captain. âWho the hell gave you permission to step into my territory, ay?â
Soshiro looked completely unfazed. âMy oh my, what a grand welcome for Captain Narumi to personally greet us.â
The vice captain turned his attention to you, his eyes looking you up and down before smiling coyly.
âAnd who might you be?â he asked. âI havenât had the pleasure of meeting you before. I certainly wouldâve remembered a stunning face like yours.â
You felt your whole body warm at his obvious flirtation. Gen immediately tensed up beside you, stepping forward once more and slightly shielding your body from Soshiroâs view.
âWho they are is none of your business,â Gen growled, pointing an accusatory finger at a smirking Soshiro. âI suggest you get out of here or I wonât hesitate to throw you out. Personally.â
âI have received permission from the higher ups in the main branch, so donât mind us,â Soshiro explained.
âNope, no go. This base is off limits for folks with bowl cuts or fox eyes and you fit under both of those.â
âOh? Could it be that youâre still holdinâ a grudge?â Soshiro suggested, a playful tone in his voice. âYouâre still angry that I beat you in the subjugation exercise ranking for the small monster category?â
Gen fell to his knees in dismay at the reminder of his failure. As you went to comfort him, Soshiro took note of your ranking plastered on your jacket and the worry that was present in your expression as you helped Gen back to his feet. You were treating the captain with more tenderness than expected from a platoon leader to their superior, and vice versa with Gen protecting you with a fervor Soshiro had never witnessed from the childish First Division member, all of which strongly suggested you two harbored some sort of romantic feelings for one another. The violet haired man giggled to himself, knowing his latest way of getting under Genâs skin was sure to work.
âSo, my lovely platoon leader,â Soshiro said, capturing your attention, âwhat else do you do in your free time besides being this good looking?â
Not used to being so brazenly hit on, you cleared your throat as you struggled to maintain your composure and release the words that were stuck on your tongue.
âUh, you know, a little bit of this and that. Watch movies, walk around town. That sort of thing.â
âI see. Real date night stuff, yeah?â
âI guess so,â you squeaked, your voice barely heard over the quarreling between the division members next to you.
âDo you have any plans later? Maybe you could give me the grand tour of the base?â Soshiro asked you, flashing his signature fanged grin as he leaned in closer to you. Your heart began racing, unsure of what to say. Vice Captain Hoshina was smiling at you like the Cheshire Cat while Gen was glaring daggers at him.
âI-well, I⊠donât know what Iâm doing later but-â
âKeep at it, you guys!â Gen interrupted you loudly as he encouraged your comrades to continue their bickering with the other division. âThe only record Hoshina broke was the small monsters! Aside from that, I hold the rest of the titles!â
âGen, wait! I donât think thatâs true!â you warned, but it was too late. Soshiro had already heard him clearly and was gearing up to release the final blow to Genâs ego.
âDoesnât Captain Ashiro hold the title for the sniper category?â
Down Gen went, hitting the ground with a thump and splaying out in his defeat. You were about to help him up again when someone gently tapped their finger on your shoulder.
Soshiro was practically batting his eyelashes at you. âWill I ever get a name to go along with such a lovely person?â
âL/n. Y/n L/n,â you answered, looking away shyly. Gen had finally stood back up, fueled by his distaste for Soshiro that was only increasing the more he heard him speak to you. When he spied Soshiroâs hand gripping yours, about to bring it to his lips, thatâs when any shred of respect for the man permanently left his body. Seeing red, he marched over to you and forcibly removed Soshiroâs grip on your fingers and then swatted his hand away, leaving Soshiro unsuccessfully hiding his rambunctious laughter.
âIâve really struck a nerve there!â Soshiro exclaimed, wiping tears from his eyes as he fought to catch his breath between cackles. âIâve never seen you this worked up! Is someone jealous?â
Gen bared his teeth in anger. âShut up! I donât like you! Get out of here imme-â
You were about to ask Gen what the hell his problem was, but you never got the chance, seeing as Vice Captain Hasegawa had shown up and hit Gen over the head with a fan, telling him to be quiet. Hasegawa led Soshiro away to the meeting, the cheeky vice captain not leaving without shooting you a wink. Gen quickly followed suit and you had to wait until their meeting was over to try to get to the bottom of what was going on.
You raced to Genâs room later that night, itching to find out what had gotten into him earlier that morning. You knocked on the door but heard no answer, prompting you to knock louder and incessantly.
âI know youâre in there.â
âIâm not here.â
You rolled your eyes. âLet me in, Narumi.â
You heard footsteps near the door and he barely opened it, peeking his head out and scowling at you.
âOh, itâs just Narumi now? Ouch.â
âMind explaining to me what you were doing this morning?â you asked, crossing your arms.
âI donât know what you mean,â he said, faking ignorance.
âThe whole thing with Hoshina! He was just being nice.â
Genâs jaw dropped and his eyes widened. âBeing nice. Being nice? Thatâs what you call that?! That guy is⊠is⊠heâs a menace! A loser! You wanted me to stand by and do nothing?â
âYes!â you scoffed. âGod forbid someone flirts with me. Is it so bad that he thought I was cute? Is it wrong that I liked the attention that Iâve been missing for so long?â
âYou like him?â Gen asked incredulously, his hair flopping around.
âI never said I liked him! I said I liked the attention.â
âYou know what, Iâm sure Hoshinaâs still on base somewhere,â he grumbled. âYou can go find him and live your happy little lives together. Just leave me out of it.â
Gen shut the door in your face, leaving you alone in the hallway with your racing thoughts. What was wrong with him? He had always been someone you could count on in any situation and was the person you trusted the most. You had always been his confidant, being able to talk to you about anythingâwhy was he shutting you out completely right now? Why was recieving a tiny amount of affection from another man bothering him so much?
âGen, please talk to me,â you pleaded through the door. âI donât want you to be upset with me when I donât even know what I did.â
No response.
âWeâre having this conversation eventually so itâs best if we get it over with now.â
Silence.
âI thought we were friends,â you started to say, but stopped when the door flew open.
âI donât want to be friends with you, y/n!â he blurted, his face contorted with distress. âI canât! I canât do it anymore!â
You were absolutely taken aback. âWhat? Why?â
âWhat happens when another guy comes around and you do like him, huh? What am I supposed to do then?â
Gen was running his fingers through his hair nervously and you still had no clue what he was talking about.
âYouâre not making any sense-â
âI like you, okay?â he confessed. âI have for so long now. I hate the thought of you being with someone else other than me. Itâs pathetic, I know.â
You were at a complete loss for words, not at all expecting that to be the reason for his odd behavior.
âItâs not pathetic at all,â you said quietly. âThat whole time Hoshina was saying those things⊠I was wishing it was you instead.â
Now it was Genâs turn to be stunned. âWait, then why did you get mad at me for pulling you away from him?â
âBecause I thought Iâd never have a chance with you. I figured maybe I could get over my feelings for you if I found someone else. Convinced myself I liked them.â You inhaled deeply. âBut I know thereâs no one else for me and there never will be. Youâre the only person I could possibly want.â
Gen breathed out a sigh of relief. âI feel the same about you.â
You couldnât help your giddy smile that arose as you studied the handsome man in front of you.
âNow that we got our first fight out of the way, how about we try the whole kiss-and-make-up thing?â you asked, biting your lower lip in anticipation. Gen took you by the waist and pulled you inside his room, closing the door with his foot.
âWe can definitely do that,â he murmured with a grin, leaning into you.
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-Baila conmigo-
(Dance with me)
Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
Gender:Fun, soft, first time knowing someone
Warnings:I don't think so
Summary:Mel finds you sad in a bar and decides to step in, not knowing that life will bring you back together again.
(This is the song that they dance together)
One more month without a job call, you had tried in all the schools and positions and no one accepted your degree because you were from another country which they did not consider very superior although you had an excellent and valid degree.
Your mother's voice resounded in your head like a drum, she insisted over and over again that if you left the country your degree would be useless and you would end up working in something you didn't like or that you would end up returning to your country devastated and sad. As you emptied your glass in one gulp, you took her words into consideration and thought about whether it would be the right thing to go back home. The money you had set aside to go live there was about to run out and it was time to make a decision about your future, a pretty quick decision.
It was already late and you were too drunk to decide at the moment, you sighed and leaned your head against the table, how sticky it was made you sigh again. The noise of a glass being placed near you made you raise your head again, a redhead on the other side of the bar was smiling empathetically at you, with a bit of worry in her eyes
-"It's on me"-she said pointing at the drink beside you, it was the same that you were drinking before-"It looks like you need it"-You frowned
-"And you don't look like my bartender..."-you answered and she laughed, a gorgeous soft laugh that you could hear over the music
-"That's because I'm not... I'm on this side of the bar because I'm the bartender's sister... He is an asshole, but putin up with him has privileges, like free drinks"-she said with a gorgeous smile that distracted you for a few seconds
-"I appreciated, but I already had too many... And I still don't feel better... I think it's time to go home" - You answer and she looked at you curious
-"What are you trying to escape from with the drinks?"-she pointed all the empty cups by your side
-"Home... Reality... Being a unsuccessful grown-up?" - You answer looking at the drink with love and want
-"I feel you" - she answered and walked to the other side of the stool to sit beside you with a beer in her hand-"I'm far away from where I picture myself years ago...but that doesn't mean I'm unsuccessful or that you are, you have many years ahead of you yet, plenty of time to figure it out" - she said with a smile and you took the drink
-"I feel like a failure right now, I came here to get a nice job and be happy and now I'm drowning my sorrows in a glass while I reconsider going back to live with my mom"-You muttered embarrassed under your breath
-"I had to get a roommate to help me pay the rent because the money I do is not enough, who is more pathetic? Keep in mind that I'm much older than you" - she laughed drinking from her bottle
-"Hey, this is not a competition, let me be the sad one tonight" - You jocked and you both laughed-"Thanks for the drink... And for the company, you are helping more than the 4 glasses that I already had... Also, for being way older than me, you are very hot"-You said and she looked at you surprised
-"Are you flirting with me right now? You don't even know my name" - she said nervously
-"First I was admiring you... Second, we already stablish that I'm very pathetic, so I had nothing to lose if I said that... And third, I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you" - You said having another sip and she laughed
-"I'm Melissa, nice to meet you too... You are funny" - The redhead looked at your mouth smiling
-"Maybe is the alcohol talking, a few moments ago I was very miserable, but I'm glad to know that I can pursue a clown career if my teaching one still doesn't work" - You slurred your words a little bit
-"I bet they would pay you better that what we teachers make nowadays" - she said finishing her beer
-"Maybe you could be a clown too, you already have the red hair, no need for a wig" - You said without thinking, maybe that would have offended someone else, but instead made her laugh
-"I like you kiddo, you would be definitely a good kid's teacher...witch is your specialty?" - she asked curious
-"I'm a Spanish teacher..."-you looked at her, her eyes were green with little brown dots and the fluorescent lights of the club made them shine in a particular way that made you feel attracted like a moth to the light.
-"Ohh that's cool" - she smiled and you looked the other way
-"It would be cool to find a job with it"-You insisted and she slapped your arm-"Hey!"
-"Stop mopping about it, more chances will come" - She commented to you and you grabbed her hand with a frown
-"Just because you're pretty doesn't give you the right to hit me miss"-You said leaning closer to her squinting your eyes at her, she pulled the arm that you were holding to bring you closer
-"But being pretty has worked for me many times to get out of many things, are you sure that I can't hit you? I bet you would love it in a different situation in a different part of your body" - she flirted back and you smiled looking at the way her lips moved when she talked and how her tongue licked her lips to make them look more shiny and full, you were about to lean more but she pressed her hand on your shoulder stopping you from going any further - "Do you know how to dance?" - she asked and you nodded a little bit dizzy-"Take me to dance then, a Spanish song is playing and I want to know what it says and also how to dance it properly"-she demanded and you laughed standing up and reaching for her hand
-"Whatever the lady wishes" - The redhead got up from her chair smiling as you directed her to the dance floor. You knew the song that was playing very well, you had heard it too many times in your house growing up, it was one of those songs that your mother played at home that you hated but when you grew up you started to sing and love.
The song started slowly and you brought her closer to you by running your hands over her soft arms until you reached her hands and took them firmly, bringing her body closer to you and placing one of your hands on her waist, leaning her hips a little to yours. You gently moved your hips from side to side making her follow you to the rhythm of the beginning of the song while your other hand went up a little and landed on the side of her body almost on her ribs holding her firmly to be able to guide her more easily.
It was funny that the song talked about how no one knew were the night would end, nobody knew what would happen tomorrow, if you would be together or not or if the world would end or not, if you would be the perfect person for each other, end up loving or hating each other... That you should not think too much about the future, this moment was unique and you were alive and you should enjoy that. Nobody could known the end and life was like roulette that will turn no stop, you should let your heart decide what you are feeling tomorrow and just enjoy the present time.
The rhythm began to go faster and you moved away from her to give her a little turn and stick the front of your body to her back making her dance from one side to the other, the redhead followed you well and moved her feet quickly following yours, easily following the rhythm of the salsa you were dancing.
Every time the song slowed down, you stuck her closer to your body so you could gently shake your hips together while you singed the lyrics and when the song went faster, you moved her a little bit away so you could do some spins or some easy tricks. The two complemented each other well and people noticed it and began to make space for the two of you to dance, earning some applause and encouraging comments.
The redhead seemed to enjoy the dance and the attention as she had a smile from ear to ear and her hands squeezed yours every time she looked into your eyes, eyes that shone in a particular way with a lot of joy.
When the song ended you gave her a little spin and a little hug, her laughter reached your ears and that made you smile. You were both agitated from dancing so much but smiling too much. Without letting go of your hand, she pulled you off the dance floor and ordered some lemonades for both of you. The dance and her smile had made you feel sober and quickly awake, so you were grateful that she didn't order something with alcohol in it again.
-"That was so much fun!" - Melissa said over the music and you focused on her smile while you had your drink
-"You surprised me, I thought you didn't knew how to dance that kind of music" - You said laughing and she smiled
-"I've been in a few dancing clases, I never said that I didn't danced, I asked if you knew how to... What did the song say?" - She asked, gently pushing you in a playful way with the side of her hip
-"It talked about how nobody knows about the future and how you should enjoy the present and do what you heart wishes without think too much about it..."-you said and blushed a little bit but the darkness of the bar didn't let it show
-"And what is that your heart wishes right now?" - she asked grabbing your jacket and pulling you closer to her, your eyes immediately went to her lips-"Maybe a kiss?" - she played and you nodded, too dumb to speak-"That would be only fair after such an amazing dance" - she said before slowly getting closer to you and pressing her lips to yours, thing that you inmediatly reciprocated grabbing her waist and bringing her closer. Her lips were a little bit salty for the heat of the dance and a little bit sour for the lemonade, but at the same time it was sweet with a cherry taste from her lipstick, it was addictive. Your hands clenched more to her body at the same time the kiss grew more deep. She parted her lips a little bit and you swipe your tongue in her lips after getting in her mouth. Her tongue danced with yours even more expertly that the dance you had minutes ago. Her hand went to your neck and her nails scratched the skin softly and playfully, making you whimper, thing that made her smile on your lips.
You wanted to keep kissing her all night long, but time run out when her phone rang. With an annoyed moan, the redhead pulled away a little and looked at her messages, her happy face diminished a little and she gave you a sympathetic smile
-"My roommate it's waiting for me outside, tomorrow we have to work and I don't have my car here, I'm sorry..."-she said and you smiled caressing her waist
-"Don't worry, thank you for making me feel better, I had a lot of fun" - You said honestly and she put on her jacket
-"Thank you for the dance...Do you want to go out tomorrow?... if you are still here in the country..."-she asked messing with you and you nodded smiling-"I'll send you a message then" - she comment and gave you a last peck before going away.
You were too happy and she was too rushed to realize that you hadn't exchanged numbers or anything, thing you didn't realize until the uber dropped you at your home.
As you changed and removed your makeup, you couldn't help but smile from remembering the things and the fun time you spent together.
When you got inside your bed, you were about to fall asleep when your cell phone rang lighting up your room, when you picked it up and opened your email, you almost jumped out of bed when you read that you had a job offer, at an elementary school replacing a teacher, for the next day. You quickly got out of bed to look for an appropriate outfit and leave things ready for the next day, you knew that it would be difficult to sleep now with such much excitement.
Thoughts about the redhead and her kisses took a back seat when you started planning the next day's classes.
The next morning, even though you had slept little, the excitement made you feel fresh as a lettuce. When you got out of your car you put your bag over your shoulder and squeezed the straps in your hand, with the other, you took your necklace, giving a small kiss to the medal you had around your neck to ask for good luck before entering the building.
Before you could take a step inside, some firefighters arrived and took everyone out of the school, confused you waited outside with some of the students. While you waited, you started talking to some of the teachers to learn a little bit about the kids and the classes. Some of them explained you a few things and were happy to have a new teacher in the school, others were talking about what caused the alarms to go off and didn't payed attention to you. They only stoped talking when they were being interrupted when one of the fire captains walked through the school doors
-"Okay... So, apparently one of the students had been smoking in the bathrooms and activated the smoke alarm..."-he said but you immediately stoped paying attention to him when you saw a special redhead walking behind him, like the sight of an oasis in the desert, that familiar face gave you a little peace to see her there... And also a little/much anxiety
-"We found the little rascal with Melissa, she sniffed him out" - one of the other teachers said
-"One sniff and I'm back to when..."-Her gaze met yours and for a moment her mind was filled with memories from the night before and she forgot how words were used - "Back... To... Nevermind, the important thing is that we found him"-she said and looked the other way avoiding your eyes going with another older teacher.
After some time and talks, the school resumed it's course.
Ava stopped you at the entrance to give you your pass and explain a couple of things that you almost didn't hear because you were focused on the redhead who was bringing the children to her classroom
-"... And Melissa is the other second grade teacher, so if you need help, you can ask her, because I can't help you... I mean, I can but I don't want to"-The principal said and you nodded smiling to her shily before walking away to your classroom to meet the children, looking sideways at the redhead who stopped next to the school principal once you were gone
-"She is hot, isn't she?" - Ava said checking you out while you walked away and Melissa looked at her frowning
-"Isn't that inappropriate to say at school about one of your coworkers?" - The redhead asked and Ava laughed
-"No if she doesn't hear it... Besides, I saw how you looked at her... Maybe she can feel uncomfortable with that too"-The principal remarked and the redhead rolled her eyes and went to her classroom, thinking what would be the appropriate way to address you now that you would be working there.
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hiii i cant get ur fics out of my head so i thought i'd request one! i came across this vid on tiktok and i'd love to see your take on a cassian x reader fic w this vibe HAHAHA i dont mind whoever would be character a or b in this scenario so i leave it in your capable hands! my only specific request is that they're both in the IC hihi
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This was a lot of fun to write! I hope I did this request justice for you!
I Won't Say I'm In Love
Cassian X Fem Reader
Summary: You are toe to toe in a sparring match with Cassian when he eventually has you pinned to the ground. After some banter Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie confront you about your feelings for him and it's later that night when the four of you are having a girls night do you realize what your feelings truly are.
Content Warnings: None
Word Count 1.7K
A/N: This song was stuck in my head as I wrote this.
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You were sparring with Cassian, sweat trickling down your back as the sun unleashed the cruel heat of summer upon you. Opting to take off your leathers and kept the band around your chest and leggings just to keep your cool. Â âDonât give up on me now, Sweetheart.â He lunged an attack that you easily dodge.
âWho said anything about giving up, Iâm just getting started.â You swiped your leg to the back of his knee, his hand gripping your calf.
Your eyes widened as he gave me a playful grin, both of us realizing my error. In a quick sweep Cassian maneuvered you to where your chest pressed against the mat and his chest was pressed against your back. His legs wrapped around yours locking you in place. You squirmed under him as he grazed his fingers lightly up your bare torso and you sucked in a breath as his calloused hands reached your arms where he pinned your wrist. You tried to break his grip as heat blasted to your cheeks. Cassian flared his wings and shade consumed the two of you, a reprieve from the unyielding sun. You continued to wiggle under his grip, He leaned in and whispered, âStop wiggling.â
You scowled and continued your writhing, âYouâre not the boss of me, you prick.â
Cassian chuckled, âIâm your general, Sweetheart. That does in fact make me the boss of you.â He gripped your wrist tighter, âI order you to stop wiggling.â You rolled your eyes, and wiggled anyway and he growls low in your ear, heat pooling in your belly. âI will put you in Azâs dungeon for insubordination if you keep it up. Let the Shadowsinger remind you how to act around your superiors.â
You turned your head and batted your eyelashes at him, âIs that a promise, General?â Â You emphasized his title and suddenly the pressure of his body is on you. Â You turned on your back to sit up and saw him stalking back into the House of Wind, his wings ruffling. Nesta stepped forward offering you a hand, Gwyn and Emerie not far to follow.
âWhen are you going to put that insufferable bat out of his misery?â Nesta questioned with a quizzical brow.
You frowned, âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Gwyn rolled her eyes and looped her arms through yours, âEveryone knows that he is in love with you. I mean the way he looks at you and touches you.â
You laughed, âGwyn, I think those romance novels are going to your head. Weâre just friends, heâs just a flirt. Besides, I donât even like him like that. Heâs like my brother.â
That much was true Rhys had met you in Hewn City when you were both teenagers. You were about to get married off and taking the steps down the aisle when Cassian and Azriel came in and swooped you out of the city and into Velaris. Rhysand then placed you in charge of working with the citizens of the city of Starlight to help with any repairs or issues that needed to be taken care of. And had been a part of the Inner Circle ever since, it was helping train Nesta and the Valkyries that brought you true joy the three girls bringing you such a light in your life.
Nesta rolled her eyes as we all headed into the House. âWhatever, you say, but he never calls anyone else, Sweetheart.â
You bit your lip and kept quiet as the four of you walked through the dining room where Azriel sat. âHello, ladies, how was training?â He addressed the group, but his eyes lingered on the red head on my arm.â
Gwyn just smirked, âFantastic, Cassian was about to devour his Sweetheart on the mat today. It was romantic.â You glared at her, and her Teal eyes twinkled with mischief.
Azriel chuckled drawing my gaze to the spymaster as he looked at me, âDid he now?â
You crossed my arms, âNo he didnât, all he did was pinned me down and threatened to throw me in your dungeons. Also, Gwyn didnât evenâ
Az looked to Gwyn, âYou have a strange idea of Romance did you know that?â
Gwyn winked at him, and his shadows swirled in response. âOh, you have no idea, Shadowsinger.â
Feeling the tension in the room, I announced, âOkay well now that we established that Cassan was not coming on to me, and whatever the Hel is going on with you two,â Both Az and Gwyn blush and avert the other oneâs gazes, âIâm in need of a bath Iâll see you later tonight.â You walked over and kissed Azâs cheek. âShadowsinger.â
âSweetheart.â Az teased, you flipped him off and headed to your room. Cleaning off the sweat and grime of the day, the cold bite of the chilled bath cooling your overheated skin.
Everyone knows that heâs in love with you.
Gwynâs words reverberated in your mind. Up until you walked into the library where your friends were waiting for you later that night, pajamas on and books in hand. âReady for book club?â You asked, taking a seat next to Emerie, her hair in her regular braid.
âYes, letâs begin.â Nesta said pointed stare looking you up and down with a smirk on her face. Looking down at the black silk shorts and top your eyes widened where the red lace was peeking through. You tugged down your shirt as Nesta began reading some of her favorite passages.
âDidnât you just adore when the knight, came in to help the maiden with her nightmare, even though he has claimed time and again he doesnât care about her.â Gwyn swooned and your mind drifted.
âSweetheart, wake up!â
You opened your eyes and met with Cassianâs hazel ones. His hands cupped your cheeks, wiping the stray tears from your face. Cassianâs face held worry there. âWhatâs going on?â You whispered, voice hoarse and strained.
âYou were screaming, calling for help. I came in you were thrashing about in your bed. Scratched me good,â You noticed then that his cheek had a slight gash that was already healing. âNightmare?â
Your lip wobbled and you gave him a nod. He wiped the sweat soaked strands of hair out of my face. âStay with me?â you whimpered.
Cassian pressed his forehead to yours and your eyes fluttered close, âOf course, Sweetheart.â And Cassian wrapped you in his arms wings covering you as if his wing could protect you from any impending nightmare to come your way.
Emerieâs voice broke you from your reverie, âI am particularly fond of when the knight dances with her at the ball.
Another memory flashed forward:
You dropped your bag and fought the tears; nothing was more embarrassing than having a date stand you up. A hand gripped your wrist, and the familiar scent of sandalwood told you who it was. You turned and found Cassian there his hair down and stubble grazing his cheeks, âI thought you were on a date tonight?â
I shrugged, âSomeone has to show up for it to be considered a date.â His face fell and he gripped your hand, âOh, Iâm so sorry, Sweetheart.â He paused and glanced at you clad in a blue striped sundress. âCome here.â He pulled you close to him, his large hand splayed across your back as he pressed your chest your head reached his chest.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked, placing your own hand on his arm as he gripped your other hand, as he began to sway his wings tucked in.
âIâm dancing with a beautiful female,â Cassian grinned as he turned you both around the room. His grin was contagious and instantly the tears threatening to spill were gone and instead you began to laugh as he twirled you around until you both had exhausted yourselves and he simply held you close and swayed late into the evening.
Nestaâs snapping your face brought you back to the group, âSorry, I guess my head isnât here.â
Nesta smirked, âWe were just wanting to know. Your favorite part of the book.â
You looked down and grazed your fingers over the cover of the book, âUm I enjoyed the scene, where Cassian-â You blinked and looked up at the girls all three smirking back at you. Then as though a ton of bricks had crashed down on you of memories flashing through of all the times Cassian has interacted with you, and your feelings came flooding to the surface you bolted up from my seat, âOH WHAT THE FUCK! OH GOD.â
Gwyn smiled and crossed her legs, Resting her head on her palm, âWhatâs the matter, Y/N?â
Not responding to them you bolted from the library and descended the stairs, the plush carpet squishing the bottom of your feet as you barged into Cassianâs room not bothering to knock.
Cassian jolted from his bed, dropping the book he was reading, replacing it with a knife ready, a general ready for battle. His face softened when he realized it was you, his hair was in a bun, a few strands falling down his face, and he wasnât wearing a shirt, his chiseled body, and tattoos on full display. His brow furrowed as he noticed your rapid breathing, âSweetheart, whatâs the matter?â
Shutting the door, you leaned against it, âI love you.â You murmured looking down at your feet.
âCome again?â You looked up and Cassian had put the knife down, his chest still as though he wasnât breathing.
You took a step forward, âI love you, Cassian.â
Cassian closed the distance between the two of you, your heart began to quicken as he gripped your waist âSay it one more time for me, Sweetheart.â
You wrapped your arms around his neck, âI. Love. You.â
He growled, âFinally.â He pressed his lips to yours the warmth of his bare chest seeping into your bones as pulled him closer deepening the kiss.
He pulled away his thumbs grazing your hip bones, âI have loved you for so long.â He whispered against Your lips.
âIâm sorry it took so long.â you whispered back. âIâm here now and Iâm yours, if youâll have me.â
Cassian smiles. âMine.â He pecked your lips, as he slapped your ass eliciting a moan. âAll fucking mine.â He kissed you again before pulling away, and kissing your nose, âNow be a good girl and take off your clothes for me.â
You smile as you grip the hem of your top, âYes, General.â
Part 2 can be found here
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Hi hi, if you're comfortable with it, how would La Squadra react to reader (who they've been with long enough as to not kill them on the spot) playfully spanking them as they walk by? Pls and ty <3
Hello! This request sounds like a lot of fun đ€© Your wish is my command đ
How La Squadra reacts to getting a spank on the butt
CW: flirtatious behavior, suggestive content
Notes: I hope this doesnât feel too rushed. đ
I did this more as an act of flirtation and La Squadra already being somewhat on amicable terms. I hope this fulfills your expectations nonetheless! Enjoy! đ Beryl
Risotto
Ass rating: 7/10 very thicc but super muscular so no jiggle physics
ââŠAhem.â He stopped in his steps. He couldnât face you because his face was so flushed. âY/N is there any reason why you assaulted my ass like that?â
âNo reason.â You shrugged your shoulders and giggled. âJust felt like it.â
âYou and Melone are lucky we donât have an HR.âhe dryly joked.
Heâs shocked by your boldness. But he canât say he isnât intrigued! Give him a little more time to warm up đ
Formaggio
Ass rating: 7.5/10 nice and soft. Bubbly even, very smackable but itâs on the smaller side.
âHey now~ If youâre gonna do that, at least take me out to dinner first.â He chucked rubbing his ass. âI know a good sports bar we could go toâŠâ he flirted back.
Uh oh, you caught his attention. Hope cool with a guy who works through his relationships fast! He might propose to you 3 months from now!
Illuso
Ass rating: 8.5/10 very thicc ass fit for a complete asshole đ very bubbly but hides it behind those ugly ass clothes made from my Nannyâs duvet.
He could see your hand coming a mile away through a reflection in the mirror.
âNice try Y/N.â He grabs both of your wrists with one hand and pins you to the wall.
âThink you can sneak up on me? I got eyes everywhere.â His free hand strokes your face.
âYou want a piece of my ass then you gotta work for it.â He let you go and smacked your ass hard and squeezed a cheek.
âHah that is fun!â He snickered. â you better watch your back Y/N! Iâm gonna be sneaking up on your ass now!â
Oh no! This big bully is gonna bully your ass now! Literally! But was it just me or did I sense some sexual tension back there? đł good luck!
Pesci
Ass rating: 9/10 this guy has a dumpy. Thicc- xtra THICC. Nice and soft. Perfect for spanking.
âEeek~!â He lets out a loud high pitched screech.
âY-Y/N?! W-wha w-what was that for???â He stuttered.
âSorry I canât help myself Pesci. You are just too cute!â You giggled.
âIâm cute?!â His entire face became flushed. He never had someone hit on him like thatâŠliterally or figuratively!
âAbsolutely! Iâm sorry for scaring you there.â You apologized. â if you wantâŠyou can spank me back~â you giggled.
âOh-oh my! I could never lay a hand on you Y/N! â he stuttered out. â besides-big bro told me Iâm supposed to treat my superiors with respect !â
âWell okayâŠbut remember the offer is always on the table. See you around big boy ~.â You winked
âWas Y/N flirting with me?! Is this real life? My heart wonât stop pounding! I need to man up and flirt back next time!â
Aww you raised his self esteem! He could use his own personal cheerleader! đ keep showing him your support and you might win him over!
Prosciutto
Ass rating: 5/10 small muscle butt, itâs pretty but not very smackable đ© like smacking a brick wall
âThatâs not the way a mafioso should behaveâŠY/N.â He has a good grip on your wrist as he takes a deep drag of his cigarette with his free hand.
He exhales the smoke in your face and smirks.
âYou look like you could use some more training. Iâll tell Risotto that you need some private mentoring to help with that bad behavior of yours.â He purred.
UhâŠgood luck ! Youâre about to receive some very intense mentoring or some aggressive brat taming đ
Melone
Ass rating: 3/10 poor baby got no butt đ„Č you can hang a photo on his ass. But at least it looks pretty âșïž
âHnnnngâŠspank me harder~â he purred while sticking his butt out towards you.
âIâll be honest⊠I never expected you to make the first move but I canât say itâs unwelcomeâ he confessed. âNow⊠itâs my turn~! Let me spank you next!â He says with a crazed look in his eyes and his hands making a grabbing motion.
Itâs up for you to decide if you want to him to spank you or not. đ
you better start running then! Remember you canât outperv the pervert!
Ghiaccio
Ass rating:10/10 he has the holy trinity of a perfect booty bubbly, thicc, and muscular. đŻ absolute perfection đ his nerdy clothes conceal the butt butâthank lort for White Album. That stand doesnât hide ANYTHING đł
âWoah woah woah hey! Hey! What the hell was that?!â He rubbed his stinging cheeks. âDid you seriously just smack my ass?!â His face was redder than a tomato.
âYes, yes I did.â You said proudly.
âY-You canât just do that!â He stuttered out of embarrassment.
âBut I just did.â
âHow would you like it if I did it to you huh?! Gasp-â. He realized the gravity of what he just said. âThatâs not what I meant-â
âOk, come here and do it~.â You giggled. â Do you want me to bend over or..?â You egged him on.
âWhaâ?! That- that would beâno! No! Iâm not falling for it!â He stuttered with blood leaking out of his nose and freezing on his cheek. âYou just want me to get in trouble!â
He stormed off as a blushing nose bleeding mess.
âY/N is flirting with me??? Oh god what do I do? I just fucked up by yelling at them. Maybe smack their ass next time???â He nervously thought. âI hope I have the balls to do that!â
Oh boy you really let him have it! His poor brain blue-screened from that moment đ you mightâve been a little too intense for this intense man. Maybe be a bit less bold next time. Donât worry you got this! đ
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Couple's Costume |Javier Peña x f!reader one shot
'Couple's Costume' | Javier Peña x f!reader one shot
for @goodwithcheese and @jolapeno 's fall challenge
prompt: Peña pumpkin latte & masked strangers party (I took liberties)
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Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader Summary: Your sister is throwing a halloween party and you're invited last minute. When you turn up you realise everyone is in couple's costumes and you are the only one who's not- or are you? w/c: 1.7k Content Warnings: Language, drinking, MDNI (18+ only) no smut, kinda cheesy at the end? f!reader isn't described in a lot of detail, shorter than Javi, has an ass, flirting, alluding to smoking. no use of y/n. A/N: Heyyy, this is my first time taking part in a challenge and I really enjoyed it. I've also been loving reading everyone else's submissions! Please like, comment, and rb. It gives me a fuzzy feeling. :)) I have fallen in love with Javi thanks to @goodwithcheese so wanted to show my blossoming love for you and him. <333
âUh-huhâŠokay, yeah sure-â you responded, your shoulder nudging the slipping phone receiver upwards to align with you ear again. Your hands were a little pre-occupied mixing the chocolate chips and candycorn into your sugar cookie mix.Â
 âHonestly, itâll be a lot of fun!â your elder sister responded, over compensating from the lack of enthusiasm. Your eyes couldnât help roll from the direction of her voice in your ear. âYou were coming âround anyway to drop off the cookiesâŠand it would be saving my ass so the numbers stay even.â she put on her sweet voice, the one she knew you couldnât say ânoâ to.Â
âI donât have a costumeâ you said through a sigh, putting the cookie batter mix into the refrigerator to chill.
âDonât worry about itâŠjust pull something from your closet. Itâs gonna be super chillâŠâ your sister said nonchalantly. Â
You leaned with your back against the kitchen counter, red heels crossed around one another in front of you with a red solo cup to match. Only your sister would make you source a last minute costume that consisted of wet-look black skinny jeans that were practically spray-painted on, and an off the shoulder black bodysuit that you purchased when you were a freshman in college.Â
Your âHi, Iâm Sandyâ name tag was stuck to your hip, lowered as you were feeling embarrassed that you even had to wear it. Looking over to the kitchen island in front of you, you admired the Halloween cookies you had made earlier from the sea of other spooky-themed snacks brought by the other pairs of party goers.Â
âCould you at least try and get into it a little bit?â Your sister said, returning one of the now empty skull-shaped bowls from the living room and filling it right back up with the family-sized bag of chips.Â
You turned around to face the array of liquor bottles behind you, picking one with amber-coloured liquid and glugged it into your cup. âOh Iâm into itâŠâ As the cup filled to two-thirds of the way, you topped it up with something sweet and bubbly before turning back around and holding the cup up to your sister in a silent âcheersâ. âAlthough Iâd be into it a little more if youâd given me the heads up that it was a couples costume party.â You said taking three rapid gulps of your concoction before screwing up your eyes and shaking your head.
When youâd first arrived at your sisterâs house the party was well underway. Knowing that your knocking wouldnât be heard over the sound system that was in the living room, you let yourself in, tray of warm cookies in hand. As you entered the hallway, your sisterâs superior decorating skills were evident. Cobwebs hung lowly above your head with black, plastic spiders embedded evenly across them. A skeleton, wrapped in toilet paper, sat on the bottom step of the wooden staircase with a plastic orange pumpkin in its lap full of various fun-size candy bars. You walked through to the living room, âThe Monster Mashâ acting as your soundtrack as you were greeted by your fellow party go-ers, Barbie, and Ken, Homer and Marge Simpson, Bert and Ernie.
Walking further through the house to the kitchen, the small light projector bounced from wall to wall, switching from shadows of bats and gravestones to pumpkins and witches brooms, a layer of fog gathered at your ankles. You hummed to yourself, impressed at how much was put into the aesthetics of the evening. As you crossed the threshold of the kitchen you were greeted by Morticia and Gomez, your sister and her husband.Â
âSANDYâŠâ the worldâs worst John Travolta impersonation came flying at you from none other than Gomez Adams. You pushed passed the man in the doorway with a sigh and shake of the head. âAw câmonnnn⊠the least you could do is get into characterâŠâ your newly-moustached brother in law teased as you set the cookies on the counter. Before your sister turned to greet you, you noticed she was talking to Fred and Velma Flintstone; Shaggy and Scooby Doo were helping themselves to the punch bowl.Â
It clicked. Not one person here was here alone. All pushed together by their costumes characters. Your sister turned, hearing the cogs of your brain clunking. Your stare turned to ice as her eyes met yours. âThose look amazing⊠you look amazing!â She said pulling you into a tight hug- one that wasnât reciprocated.Â
âYou owe me, big timeâŠâ you said, stiffening your muscles under her touch. Sheâd secretly organised it all, youâd realised. When stressing earlier about your costume she knew exactly what to suggest down to the details of your makeup. You didnât even really get her vision until she said to do your hair âexactly like moms in the wedding picturesâ, it was all a scheme.Â
âI promise, you arenât the only single one hereâŠâ she started, stepping back to see you fully before grabbing one of your hands that had fallen. âMost of the people coming are already in their coupleâs costumes but others are here alone and I thought itâd be fun to suggest some costume ideas so that maybe you could meet your DannyâŠâ your sister buzzed with excitement.Â
âYeah, Javi-â your sister elbowed her husband directly in the ribs. âDanny⊠will love your outfitâŠâ he said, spluttering over the rim of his drink.
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Javi found himself in between Tarzan and Jane, not knowing where to look, both of them sticking true to the minimal clothing of the Jungle. He stared into the red solo cup that got thrust into his hand as he entered the party, the golden liquid depleting quickly as his lips and cheeks began to buzz- the safe choice, he thought.Â
ââŠso whaâs your costume?â Jane asked him, her breath uncomfortably close and hot in his ear and her eyes getting the familiar sparkle from booze. Her eyes raked up and down him a few times, which in the presence of Tarzan made the hairs on Javiâs neck prick. He wore his signature blue Leviâs, a slim-fit white T-shirt and a black leather jacket that he hadnât yet had the chance to take off.Â
Before he could answer, he felt a very subtle tap tap tap tap against the leather of his boot. Reaching forward, he picked up the ping pong ball in between his pointer finger and thumb, turning it to look at the illustrated ghost features that someone had drawn on.Â
âGod. Sorry!â you called out from the far end of the dining room, your features curling on themselves lightly as you squint to see where the ball had gone. You brought your hand up over your brow as if searching the uncharted sea for the small plastic ball.Â
Looking up at your voice, Javier couldnât help but chuckle at your poor aim at the pyramid of red cups before you. Without a word to Tarzan and Jane, he stood up from the couch to return the ball to its poor shot of an owner.Â
You met halfway at the threshold of the open-plan living room-diner. As you approached one another the height difference was the first thing you noticed. You had to look up to meet the eyes of the leather-jacket-wearing rescuer of your ball. He held the ball out towards you, still only gripped with his two fingers. âYou know, I think the point is to get the ball into the cupâŠâ he said, dipping his head slightly, bringing his mouth closer to your ear to be heard over the music. He smelled like cigarettes and something warm like leather. As he pulled back to reach your gaze again, he held the ball still with his fingers, even as you had begun to hover your hands over his to receive it. His eyes had a slight glitter to them as he looked at you up and down and up again, his gaze stuck on the name tag on your hip. ââŠSandy?â Javi allowed himself to look at your costume in great detail. Were your jeans wet? Or did you have to be sewn into them? The material showing the fullness of your hips and waist and leaving little to the imagination. He said, finally dropping his grip on the plastic for it to fall into your hands.Â
âAhhhh, thatâs where Iâve been going wrongâŠâ you said, a front for your bad aim. The game of beer pong already resuming without you. âWhatâs your costume?â you asked tilting your head to the side, your arm bumping on the wall next to you. Javi had automatically brought himself closer to you again, using the loudness of the room as an excuse.
âWhat do you think my costume is?â
You permitted yourself to examine him in the same way that he had done to you moments before. Everything about his outfit was exact to him. It didnât look like a Halloween costume- probably something from his closet like yours had been. You squint your eyes again, the alcohol dulling your vision slightly. âDanny?â Your voice is small, questioning, and hopeful as your tongue passes your lips slowly, dampening them slightly, forgetting about your ruby-red lipstick.Â
Javiâs eyes fall to the bright red target being highlighted to him, showing the whiteness of your teeth and the fullness of your lips. âWould you be disappointed if Iâd told you Iâve never seen the movie?â He says genuinely, his eyes only looking away from your lips after heâd asked the question.Â
Your eyes trickle up over his neck, the slight bob of his Adamâs apple as he waits for your response. His sharp, carved jaw twinges slightly as a smirk passes his lips, heâs looking at you looking at him. Your gaze travels up and up, resting on the cigarette that has been delicately placed on the hinge of his ear, for later clearly.Â
The alcohol mustâve really been working as you softly, slowly reach for it putting the filter between your lips and finally looking up into his eyes. They look somehow darker than they did seconds ago. âWant me to tell you about it, stud?â
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jealousy simon 'ghost' riley x reader (smut)
Pairing: fem reader x simon 'ghost' riley [smut]
CW: fem reader, fem pronouns used, slight dom ghost, jealousy, alcohol intake, possessive/jealous/makeup sex, p in v sex
nsfw under the cut ! minors , do not interact !! 18 ++ !!
alternate version here
word count: 2.6k~
Always being close to your Lieutenant Ghost, it wasn't ordinarily weird when you went out to pubs, bars, or the combined, such as where you'll be tonight - a busy bar/restaurant downtown. Except for this time, you had been in your feelings and discovered your own towards your superior. You contemplated telling him, but to be safe, you wanted to wait until you had a few drinks in, in case he doesn't accept it, you can blame it on the alcohol. (lmao blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a alcohol đ€Ș I'm so funny guys... LAUGH OR ELSEđ)
You ordered your first drink and found a table to sit at while waiting for him. Of course, it would be hard not to notice him, as big of a man as he was. So, you busied yourself on your phone in the meantime.Â
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15 minutes go by and you sigh, looking up to the entrance at the right time when he walked in. Your face instinctually lit up, waving at him. He returned the wave before gathering a bartender's attention and being handed a bottle of whiskey as he made his way over to you, grunting as he sat down.Â
"What's up, Lieutenant?" fuck you were already being awkward.
He tilted his head, noticing you acting strange but not pushing it. "Hello to you, too."
You grabbed the menus and handed him one before barely skimming through it, closing it, and setting it back. None of their entrees looked appetizing, so you're going with safe food.
"I don't know why you grab a menu. Y'always get the same thing," he joked. "Tenders and chips."
"And you always get a steak. Medium rare with scalloped potatoes and mac n' cheese," you played along. You knew him well, if not better than he knew you. Who were you kidding, he was a very observant man. You wouldn't be surprised if he knew more about you than you thought.Â
"Guess you do pay attention," he chuckled as he closed his menu. He lifted his mask and took a long swig of whiskey.Â
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After you enjoy your meals, you drink about 6 [or however many cups/shots you want, idc] more cups while Ghost's on his second bottle, you're filled with laughter, and feel very giddy. Your body jolted as you remembered what you wanted to tell him tonight, and by gauging his mood, it really wouldn't be a bad idea, especially at this point.Â
"Need another one. Be back," he told you, getting up to the bar. It was pretty busy now, a bunch of women gathered at the front.Â
You tried to keep your eyes off of him, and you even picked up your phone to attempt to distract yourself, but it stayed in your hand, falling to the table as you watched what was happening. A woman, a very attractive one honestly, peeked at Ghost, checking him out and smiling ear to ear as she approached him. You figured of course he would look, she's showing off her whole body in that damn outfit she was wearing. You couldn't read her lips because of that damned big smile, but it was very obvious she was flirting.Â
You watched as her hand bravely snaked up his forearm. He turned his head slowly, and his eyes scanned over her body. Oh, how your heart sank. But you pursed your lips, nearly fighting back tears as you watched the interaction. He shifted in his step, still waiting for his bottle. His head bobbed as he spoke, and you only hoped he wasn't reciprocating her intentions.Â
And if that wasn't bad enough, soon as two barstools cleared up, they sat next to each other. Your breath fastened as you kept trying to pry your eyes away. His hand lay on the small of her back while she sat up on the stool. You're finally able to look away, rage filling your head as you pick up your wallet and pull enough cash to cover the bill and then some, with a hefty tip.Â
What the fuck was taking so long for the drinks, and why the fuck was he touching her? At this point, you didn't want to know. You were ready to confess your feelings, to hope that you could call him yours, but of course, some slut would pull him away - ruin your chance. You almost saw red as you huffed, picking up your stuff and storming out the door, walking a good while to where you parked, damn the busy city.Â
She'll keep him busy, y/n, don't worry. He won't notice you're gone, and sure as hell won't care -Â you told yourself.Â
You were about 10 feet from your car when you surprisingly heard a deep voice calling your name, getting closer every second.Â
"Y/N!"Â he called.
You ignored him, booking it into your car, and fiddling with the keys to unlock it. Goddamn, if he wasn't as fast as he was, you barely got your key into the door when he took your keys away from the door, grabbed your wrist, turning you to face him.
"What the bloody hell has gotten into you, y/n?" he asked in a stern voice, concerned. "You've been acting weird all night, talk to me."
You rolled your eyes. You bit your tongue as you didn't want to say anything too mean, but fuck if you weren't livid with him. It wasn't his fault, you knew that. You know he didn't know and couldn't read your damn mind, but for some reason you expected him to. You huffed, not being able to help your venomous tone as you replied, "Nothing! Nothing is wrong! I'm going home!"
You once again try to open the door, hurriedly trying to escape.Â
He slammed the car door shut, towering over you, almost raising his voice. "What the fuck is your problem, y/n? Fuckin' tell me. I'm not going back and forth with you and I'm not fucking chasing you. Tell me what the fuck is wrong."
Tears pricked your eyes, finally falling as you stammered, trying to find the words. You gave up, looking at the ground. Very careful with his words, he gently cupped your chin. "Hey, hey. Come on," he sighed. "Don't give me a hard time. Just tell me."
"I-I just wish you would notice how I feel for you, Ghost! I've had a fucking crush on you for... I don't know how long now! And seeing you flirt with that... that bitch! I just... I got so mad, I was..." you sniffled, stopping yourself from going on a ramble and trying not to be disrespectful towards some random girl who honestly didn't deserve it as you knew it wasn't right to hate on people.Â
"Flirtin'? I was flirtin' with her? Sweetie, no..." He wiped your tears away with his thumbs, carefully not to smudge your eyeliner. "Fuckin' hell, I'm sorry. That was nothing, y/n. It meant nothing."
"Yeah, right," you scoff, finding it hard to believe him, remembering how he was looking at her. "I'm sorry. I should have never said anything. Please, just let me go home."
"Y/n... Let me get us an Uber... We've been drinkin' luv," his voice softened, showing genuine concern for you. While it was somehow convincing, you still felt anger. "Will you let me come home with you? Please."
You don't think you've ever heard him say 'please' like this before. You fought with yourself mentally, until of course, you caved in.Â
"Whatever,"Â you replied.Â
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You didn't talk to him on the drive home, making it obvious you were mad at him as you faced yourself against the window. He tried to touch your shoulder in comfort but you pushed him away. When the car finally came to a stop, you got out in a hurry, and for no reason, sped walk to your door even though you know full and damn well you invited him back here with you.Â
You locked yourself in the bathroom as you needed a moment to straighten up and change into pajamas.Â
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Finally calming down, you walk to your hallway. Looking back and forth between your bedroom and the living room, your body moved on its own to where he was.Â
You both make eye contact as you come and sit down. You sit down, hugging your thighs to your chest. "So..."
"So. You have feelings for me, yeah?"
"Yeah... I guess I do, so now what? I ruined our friendship?" you shrugged, trying to find any bit of discomfort in his face -Â eyes -Â that damn mask.Â
"No," he shook his head, leaning into his knees, keeping eye contact. "Not at all."
"Well," you look down. "Now what, Lieutenant?"
"Quit callin' me that."
As you find his eyes again, they seem more relaxed as they look you up and down. "Simon."
"Okay... Simon," you repeated his name.
Awkward fucking silence. Fuck it, you were going to sleep.
"Since we're fine, I'm going to sleep."
"Not yet you are," he softly groaned, getting up, listening to his knees crack before he knelt before you, a sight you must admit was heavenly. Knees spread on the ground, still at face level. His hands rested on his thick, muscular thighs. "Y/n... I do like you. Have for a long time."
You have to shake your head to look away from his bottom half. "Do you mean that? Or are you just saying that?"
He looked at your hands, softly pulling them away. Your thighs spread as they fell on the couch. His thumbs rubbed the top of your hands. "Mean that, truly." He pulled away from one hand, lifting his mask above his soft, pink lips before he planted a loving kiss on your hand, before turning it over to kiss at your palm, letting you cradle his face.Â
You relaxed into his touch, a breath you've been holding for a while finally releasing. His soft eyes met yours for a moment, you saw the universe. Time stopped as you both leaned into a passionate kiss, he cups both sides of your face as he takes in all your mouth had to offer, every taste lingering from your fruity drinks mixed with his tobacco and whiskey combination.Â
It wasn't long before he hoisted you up, letting your legs wrap around his torso while he blindly walked in the direction where your bedroom would be. The kiss only broke when he asked you which door to go into.
He hovered over you as he set you on your bed, the bed sinking in where his hands held himself up. He moved on from your lips to your jaw, sucking down into your neck, licking a stripe up your pulse. His knee maneuvered between your thighs, grinding into your heat, surely already sopping wet. Finally feeling how he touches you, kisses you, handles you - you could orgasm alone from just this.Â
He lifted his hands, brushing over your lips which greedily took his index finger in, sucking on it, swirling your tongue around it, earning a sinful groan from Simon. He fixed his position, hiking his knees up next to your hips as he took his fingers out of your mouth with a pop of your lips, switching to another pair.Â
His hand glides over your breast, sliding over your perked nipple, reaching underneath the band of your pajama pants, to the hem of your underwear. "You sure you want this, luv? Don't know that I can hold back if you say 'yes', doll..." he warned.
"Yes, yes, I want this,"Â you breathed. With your consent, two thick, wet fingers found your throbbing clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Your body tensed as you gasped in pleasure, biting your lip as you looked into his dark, lustful eyes.Â
"So fuckin' wet f'me. All for me, right, lovie?" he cooed.
"All- Oh! Only for you, Simon~!" you back bowed off the bed as you swear you were already approaching your first orgasm. His fingers spread your folds before finding your clenched hole. The squelch nearly bounced off the walls of your pussy as he slowly and eagerly pushed two fingers in, carefully pistoning his fingers inside of your spongy walls.
"Fuck~, so fuckin' tight and wet. Can't wait to fuck you silly. Make you feel so damn good, baby..."
"Simon!"Â you whined as he hit that spot, your pussy clenched relentlessly, making it harder for him to thrust in and out as your orgasm washed over you, gushing all over his fingers, slick and thickly coating his fingers.Â
"What a good girl, yeah? You did so well, baby," he leaned forward, pressing his lips to your sweaty forehead as you caught your breath. He smirked as he cleaned off his fingers, and you embarrassingly watched, blushing as you saw his eyes roll back at the taste of you - your cum. "Ready for my cock, luv? Yeah?"
Oh, how you nodded before he even finished the sentence. He swiftly pulled your pants off before taking his off. He slapped your clothed pussy, watching your body shiver at the impact and chuckling at your state.Â
You look down to see his cock, and your eyes widened. How you were going to take him, you didn't know but you knew it would ruin you~.Â
He kissed at your naval before slowly pulling your underwear down. "Can you take all of me, lovie?"
"Mhm!"Â you were eager to please him, even though you were unsure if he would fit.
He teased his tip between your folds, gathering the remaining slick from your orgasm before pushing his thick head into you slowly.Â
"Fuck! S-so big, Simon..."Â Your legs quivered but readied to lock around his hips.Â
"Too tight, fuckin' hell..." he strained, having to physically hold back from slamming into you all at once.Â
As he inched in deeper, your back arched higher and higher, eager to fully take him into you. He stretched you out nicely until his tip kissed your cervix, and he bottomed out. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gripped his shoulders, he leaned down to suckle at your neck, deafening his groans into your skin.Â
"Don't stop, please... please," you begged. You needed more, needed him to ruin you and show you that he's yours and you his.Â
"Fuckin' hell..." his eyes rolled back at your pleas, obliging instantly as he picked up the pace. Your tightness was surely going to milk him of all that he had, but he didn't think he could last too much longer due to the sweet, sweet melody he was creating from your moans that echoed off the walls.Â
"Right there, Simon~! Oh my god!" your legs shook even as they were tightly locked around his waist. Your nails clutched at the back of his neck, so focused on the pleasure you didn't notice the wetness that was blood that was pooling around your nails from your scratches into him; he didn't care, he was getting off to pleasing you.Â
"Cum with me, lovie..." he demanded softly.
White heat licked the back of your eyes before you saw stars, nearly blacking out. He falls on top of you as he paints your insides white, the heavy weight of his body was in fact very comforting, and you found yourself slipping off to sleep.Â
He allowed you a moment before he woke you, wanting to help you clean yourself off before heading to bed.Â
"You with me, darlin'?" he chuckled as he rubbed your cheek, lovingly staring into your eyes, looking over each feature of your face.
You smile. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. That was... so good."
He smirked, deeply chuckling. "Right, let's get you washed up, babe."
He helped you up, leading you to the bathroom, and that's mostly all you remembered of this night.
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As you lay in bed, you smile yourself to sleep with Simon next to you. Before dozing off, you wondered...
Why was I mad again?
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