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so I got some skirts. I havenât worn skirts/dresses in a very long time, basically since I came out and started transitioning. but I love this artist and one skirt in particular Iâve been pining after was on the âDiscontinuedâ chopping block so I caved and bought it.
and it arrived and I tried it on tonight and holy shit I didnât realize how much I missed the appeal of skirts, like on levels fashion and aesthetic and sensory and comfort and !!!
Iâm literally so happy about it and so reluctant to take it off that iâm sitting on the couch watching TV still in the full Outfit I tried on, itâs so great
#shhh sharkie#thereâs so much I could say about like how happy and fun this is#I never didnât like skirts or dresses!!!#I didnât like ones that I didnât look good or feel comfortable in (empire waists my beloathed)#but like the swish and the flourish and the fluff and when they��re soft and comfy and swirl fun too!!#idk iâve just been so scared about wearing skirts and dresses since i transitioned#cause the pain of getting misgendered all the fucking time was not worth expressing myself through my fashion in highly public settings#even this like. the outfit iâm chilling in now Iâm planning to wear to DnD tomorrow#but specifically cause I do a rideshare there and carpool home with my friends#so the most risk I have of someone having any negative reaction is very limited#I donât want to wear a skirt on the bus yet like yknow???#iâve already had experiences of strangers making fun of me or harassing me for being slightly effeminate slash clearly not straight/cis#literally while waiting for a rideshare. and other times just waiting for the bus.#still will never leave my mind the guy who called at me from his car at a stoplight to ask if I was a man or a woman#and I was in a full parka and wearing a mask. but was sitting with my legs crossed. cause it was 3 degrees and snowing.#shouted. SHOUTED. at me for the entire time he was stuck at this red light.#and when I finally told him to fuck off he laughed at the pitch of my voice and said âOHHH GOT IT YOURE A WOMAN DAMNâ#and then the light changed and he sped off.#and my bus didnât arrive for another twenty minutes.#so yeah Iâm nervous about being Visible. especially when Iâm alone.#but I think I can do the skirt to DnD tomorrow. iâll get a ride there and wear headphones and a mask the entire time#and then I get a ride with my friends directly to my front door after#but yeah either way! skirts!!! holy shit!!! didnât realize how much Iâd been missing them!!!!!
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DOING THE PRANK WHERE U PRETEND TO GET SOMETHING FROM THE BACK OF THE CAR BUT INTENTIONALLY SMACK YOUR S/O WITH HARRY PLEASE!!!!! would love if u included the comments at the end
cut it out, harry lewis.
summary: harry's been a bit sick of you hopping on tiktok trends, but this one leaves him a little more than baffled.
warnings: none
notes: this trend had me giggling so bad omg đđđ guys it's been ages (like a month but still) since i last wrote something writer's block was KILLING ME đ feel free to send in some prompts or reqs <3
harry had told you to get ready in the next half an hour, that you'd be going on a little date in central london. well, he didn't tell you, rather he sprung the idea up on you after you complained about being bored for the last two days.
it took a lot more than he thought it would've to convince you to leave the house, with harry going as far as telling you that he'd drive. that's how you knew he was being serious.
so as he was getting ready after you, you scrolled through the obsession of your life that was tiktok, laughing every so often and sending some to your friends who had yet to respond to the others that you sent.
stopping on one video that you couldn't stop giggling at, a thought formed in your mind. the tiktok was of a girl who wouldn't stop "accidentally" hotting her boyfriend whilst trying to get things out of the backseat of the car.
it had been ages since you last pulled a joke on harry, yet only the other day he pulled one on you with the help of the boys.
"are you ready yet or are you still laughing at your phone?" harry came back into the bedroom, pulling his navy blue nike hoodie over his shirt.
"i am ready, in fact," you got up, tiptoeing to gently grab a hold of his face, pressing your lips to his. "and the things on my phone will always be funnier than you."
"good joke," he smiled a false smile at you, squeezing your waist before grabbing the keys off of the dresser.
"i still can't believe you're driving. wait, pose with the keys, let me get a photo for your mum."
"don't get too used to this..."
harry walked out before you to put his shoes on, but seeing as you already had yours on, you asked him to unlock the car for you. to him, it seemed you were just eager to leave but really, you had to make sure that there were items in the backseat.
placing one of your tote bags in there, you evenly spread out one of the jellycats that you left in your car and another bag full of spare things. putting the camera at an angle that was able to capture both you and harry, you smiled giddily. soon enough, harry joined you in the driver's side, about to start the car.
"wait!" you called out. "i think i forgot something in the back."
"can't you get it whilst i drive? it's not me you forgot, right?"
"ha ha ha," you rolled your eyes. "no, i might rip it apart by accident."
harry shook his head, nonetheless not starting the car before he looked dead into your camera. he did wonder why you were recording, yet he never actually brought it up.
messing about in the back, deciding which item to use first, you decided on the jellycat.
it was an octopus, one that faith had got you from a trip in florida that she and ethan went to.
"here she is!" you smiled, pulling the jellycat back and purposely hitting it into harry. you did it gently, but not too gentle to the point where he didn't get irritated.
jumping as it made contact with his arm, harry frowned. "ow?" he said, looking at you, but you were too busy dusting off the jellycat.
"hm, actually no." you turned back around to put the stuffed animal back, this time reaching for the tote bag.
luckily, it didn't have anything too sharp in it, so you wouldn't actually hurt harry.
again, you pulled it back with enough force this time slightly jolt harry out of his relaxed position. "are you alright?" he asked, blinking at you.
"huh? what d'you mean?"
"you've just... full on wacked that into me?" he said, more so asked, in shock.
"did i?
"yes?!" you could've sworn you saw his eye twitch, having to restrain your laugh.
"oh," was all you mustered out, looking into the bag as if you actually needed something from it.
harry shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he waited for you to finish. "can we go now?"
"un, not yet actually," and you turned again to the backseat, this time grabbing the last bag.
pulling it back again, it hit harry in his arm, but this time he grabbed the bag from you, tossing it back in the backseat.
"harry! i needed that," you gasped, again to hide your laugh.
"no you didn't, y/n, unless you were using it to target me again" he mimicked your whiny voice.
you didn't know what had you more speechless, the mimicking or his reaction to your silly little prank.
"i wasn't targeting you..."
harry turned to you, giving you the most dead straight look ever. "cut it out, you hit me in the arm three times."
"maybe you were just too close to me."
"iâ what?!"
you both stared at each other; harry with a look of shock and slight irritation and you with a serious look that you couldn't quite hold, bursting out in laughter soon after.
"oh my god!" you managed to say in between laughs. "you should see your face!"
"right, let it out. it's not that funny," harry shook his head at your state.
you leaned forward to grab your phone from where you left it, rewinding the last part where harry three the bag in the back. "oh, this is gold."
"you're a right wind up, you know that?" harry said, refusing to give you the satisfaction of know your trick worked on him.
"oh, i know," you smiled at him. "but you live me regardless."
"unfortunately."
"hey," you pushed a hand in his face, instantly groaning when you felt his tongue poke the same hand. "god, just drive."
#wroetoshaw#wroetoshaw x reader#sidemen x reader#sidemen#wroetoshaw imagines#harry lewis x reader#wroetoshaw imagine#harry lewis
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request: Heyyyy I really love your works, I kindly request if you can please write a tumblr story of how JJ maybank likes both kook reader (Sarahâs cousin she introduced to the group and treasure hunt) and Kiara at the same time and he has to choose between the two and ends up choosing reader and Kiara moves on soon too
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a/n: I kinda changed the plot a little bit where Kiara and Sarah already worked out their differences. sorry this took forever!!
JJ watched her. He was captivated by her beauty. He watched as her long dark curls bounced as she walked. He admired her tan skin. He watched as she waited tables and rung up customers.
JJ was at the wreck while Kiara worked. He didnât mind as he was mesmerized. Kiara didnât seem to mind her visitor.
âHey what are you doing here?â Kiara questioned.
âJust came to visit you,â JJ smiled.
âIâm working JJ.â
âI know I wonât bother you, promise.â
Kiara didnât believe him when he said this however she still smiled and nodded back at him.
JJ stayed at the wreck for another hour before he decided to go home. When he got home he couldnât stop thinking about Kiara. He thought about her smile and her laugh and her personality.
He loved hanging out with her even if it was to watch her work. JJ was confused as to how he can like someone so much.
ââââââ
You never been to this so called Midsummers. Sarah has been raving about it to you for so long you grew tired of hearing about it. You and Sarah were currently getting ready for the party.
âDo you want me to do your eyeliner?â Sarah asked.
âYes please,â you responded.
Sarah sat down in the seat in front of you and got busy.
âSo are you excited for Midsummers?â you asked Sarah.
âYeah I guess so, Iâm just a little bummed because I donât think John B will be there.â
âAnd John B is the guy your leaving Topper for?â
âCorrect. Now hold still and close your eye.â Sarah demanded.
After a little while the both of you were ready for Midsummers. You were wearing a baby blue silk dress that matched Sarahâs white dress perfectly.
You arrived at the country club right on time and you were a bundle of nerves. You never been to Midsummers before and you were nervous because you didnât know what it would be like.
Of course Sarah told you everything about it but still it didnât ease your nerves. When you stepped out of the car you were met with a ton of people all dressed very nicely.
After Ward made his entrance and after a while of socializing you and Sarah made it to the dance floor.
Sarah was hiding behind her friend and sneaking some champagne.
You were on the dance floor living it up. When a mysterious blonde boy came up behind Sarah.
âJJ?â she questioned.
âyepâ He spoke
âWhat?â
âI got a, uh, note from Vlad.â âShh.â
âFrom Vlad?â Sarah confirmed.
âYeahâ JJ replied.
âOkay.â
âRead the note.â JJ said walking backwards.
Sarah read the note and ran off. You were confused by the whole interaction by brushed it off. You continued dancing.
After a while Sarah came back to find you.
âHey listen we gotta go to Rixonâs Cove,â Sarah exclaimed.
âWhat why?â you asked.
âYouâll see,â she smirked.
Sarah grabbed your hand and led you away from the party and towards Rixonâs Cove. When you arrived you were met with a group of people.
They all turned towards you and you gave them all a smile.
âHi guys, This is my cousin y/n,â Sarah announced.
âHi, nice to meet you all,â you spoke.
âYou can trust her,â Sarah put forth.
âHi y/n, Iâm John B.â
âIâve herd a lot about you,â you giggled as Sarahâs cheeks warmed.
âHi Iâm Kiara,â she got up and shook your hand. You smiled at her.
âIâm Pope,â Pope said.
You turned your gaze to the only person who hasnât introduced themselves.
JJ was frozen in place. He couldnât believe his eyes. There you were in your shiny silky blue dress looking like a goddess. JJ didnât believe in love at first sight until now.
âJJ,â Pope coughed.
âWhat oh right sorry, Iâm JJ, JJ Maybank, pleasure to meet you.â
You thought JJ was cute and you wondered if he had a girlfriend, probably you thought.
âNow that we are all acquainted. I have some news,â John B announced.
âYou ready for this?â
âYeah,â Kiara responded.
âSo, the gold never went down with the Royal Merchant,â John B continued.
âOh, my god. Here we go again with this.â Pope voiced.
âNo. All right, wait. Hear him out, all right?â JJ spoke.
âItâs been here the whole time. Itâs on the island.â John B added.
âAre you serious?â Kiara questioned.
âOh my god.â Kiara exclaimed.
âIâd like to voice my skepticism.â Pope said.
âIâm sure you would, Pope, but can I please present you with my evidence, sir?â John B asked.
âProceed.â Pope responded.
âAll right. So, in my backpack, I have a letter from Denmark Tanny.â John B went on.
âWho the hellâs that?â Kiara asked.
âDenmark Tanny was a slave that survived the Royal Merchant wreck. Check this out,â John B explained.
âWhat?â Kiara voiced.
John B handed her the letter. âHere you go.â
âOkay, slaves werenât mentioned as crew members on the ship, but my dad, he found the complete manifest. That was his big discovery. So Tanny used the gold from the Merchant to buy his freedom.â John B discussed.
Kiara whistled and gave Pope the letter.
âAfter that, he bought his farm.â John B continued.
âDrumroll, please, because that farm is⌠Tannyhill Plantation.â
âTannyhill?â Kiara questioned.
âYeah. So, after that, he used his money to free even more slaves, and then he sold a shit-ton of rice, which pisses off all the white planters, and then they decide to lynch him.â
âSo on the day they were coming to get him, he writes a letter to his son as a farewell, and in the last line of that letter, he leaves a coded message about where to find the gold.â
âWhere?â Kiara whispered.
âHarvest the wheat in parcel nine, near the water. Except⌠thereâs no wheat. You see, wheat is code for gold. Check this out. The gold is in parcel nine, near the water.â John B shared.
âHoly shit,â Pope exclaimed.
âAll we need is an original survey map of the property, and weâve found the gold.â John B cheered.
âWhich I can get,â Sarah added.
âOkay, so this might have a small chance of being actually true.â Pope acknowledged.
âDude itâs like King Tut,â Kiara suggested.
âI am a genius,â John B announced.
JJ got up and walked over to John B and embraced him.
âHey, whoa! Hello! Fire! Youâre near the fire. Youâre gonna burn.â John B stated.
âIâm so proud of you right now.â JJ commented.
âThank you. Thatâs really sweet of you,â John B expressed.
âOkay, so, guys. Whatâs the plan?â Pope asked.
âGood question,â John B stated.
âWell I can bring the map soon it should only take a second,â Sarah spoke.
âHow much in gold are we talking?â you asked.
â400 million.â The pogues said together.
âWoah,â you stated shocked.
âAlright we can meet up later and get the map and go from there,â John B suggested.
After the meeting at Rixonâs Cove you all went home and thought about what was said. When you finally got home you couldnât stop thinking about JJ. Itâs like you were drawn to him.
There has been a few meetings about the gold and you were grateful to be apart of it and apart of the group. You felt like you finally found a group of friends.
Today you were going surfing to celebrate finding the gold. There was also gonna be a party at the boneyard but that was tomorrow.
Once you got to the beach you felt like you should mention you donât know how to surf.
You voiced your concern about not knowing how to surf and JJ jumped up.
âI could teach you,â JJ exclaimed.
âReally? Youâd do that for me?â
âYeah of course.â
While the other pogues went to hit the water you and JJ stayed on the sand. JJ wanted to get to know you and he thought the perfect opportunity to do that was teaching you how to surf.
âAlright before we hit the water we must practice on the sand. First iâm gonna teach you about paddling.â JJ went on.
JJ proceeded to show you how to paddle. Then JJ showed you how to stand on the board and maintain your balance.
âWe will get you in the water another day,â JJ started.
âOk sounds good.â
You and JJ sat in the sand watching the others surf. JJ was so proud of you for learning so fast. Now was his chance to learn about you.
âSo what do you like to do if you donât surf?â JJ asked.
âWell I like to read and ride my bike.â
âReally? Ya know i have a dirt bike. I could take you on it sometime.â JJ hoped his invitation wasnât too forward.
âYeah that sound fun,â you exclaimed.
âDo you believe in soulmates?â JJ asked next.
You paused for an moment to think then you smiled and JJ just about died at the sight.
âI mean yeah, I think everyone has a person made for them and someone who completely understands you and loves you unconditionally is important to have.â
âI agree I believe thereâs an intense connection where both people feel deeply drawn together as if the affair was somehow destined to be.â
JJâs eyes were sparkling and you felt mesmerized.
âWhatâs your love language?â You asked.
âHmm probably physical touch, which is funny,â JJ replied.
âYeah mine too. Why is it funny?â
âI just didnât expect it to be physical touch.â
âWhat's the best gift you've ever received, and why?â JJ asked.
âUmm probably concert tickets because it was Lana Del Rey and I love her a lot.â
âReally thatâs so cool. Personally I love concerts.â JJ exclaimed.
âYeah there the best,â you stated.
âWhat kind of music do you like?â JJ questioned.
âUm I listen to pop, indie pop, modern rock, indie folk and Hollywood.â you explained.
âThatâs some good stuff right there,â JJ commented.
âWill I see you at the boneyard party tomorrow?â JJ asked.
âYes you will,â you smiled.
After everyone was done surfing you all went to John Bs house. Everyone decided to just relax and watch movies.
âââââ
The boneyard parties are always fun. You had no idea because youâve never been to one. Being a kook you never really branched out. Now you had a group of your friends that would be there.
You arrived with Sarah in a white sundress with yellow flowers on it. You were excited and nervous at the same time. The beach was buzzing with people. You were entranced by the energy of the people.
JJ was situated on a branch talking to Kiara.
âI havenât seen you talk to any tourons lately,â Kiara stated.
âYeah Iâm growing tired of them. Their all the same,â JJ replied.
âJJ Maybank is passing up on sleeping with tourons, unheard of!â Kiara gasped in surprise.
Little did Kiara know that he liked her and didnât see a point in filling his life with meaningless sex when all he really wanted was her.
Then JJ spotted you across the way and his whole face lit up. You looked hot. You were in a group of people with Sarah laughing at something someone said.
JJ wasnât sure if he should approach you but he desperately wanted to hear your laugh.
You were mingling when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and were surprised to see JJ.
âYouâre here!â
âI am,â you responded.
âHave you had something to drink,â JJ noticing your empty hands.
âNo I havenât.â
âCome on, letâs get you something to take the edge off.â JJ insisted.
JJ guided you to where the keg was. He poured you a drink and handed it to you. Then he proceeded to pour one for himself.
âYou look nice,â JJ smiled.
You took a sip of your beer trying to hide your blush.
âThank you,â you answered shyly.
âDo you want to go down to the water?â You asked JJ.
âYeah sure,â JJ called.
The two of you made your way to the waves and you stuck your feet in the water. JJ was wearing boots so he just stepped near the water.
âYa know Iâve always loved the water. I used to come down to the beach with Sarah. First we would watch for dolphins. Then weâd play in the waves til sunset. It was always so magical and fun we wouldnât even care walking back wet.â
âThat sounds perfect.â JJ commented.
âIt was,â you smiled.
All of a sudden you got an idea. When the next wave came bringing in water that went up to your knees, you scooped up some water and flicked it towards JJ.
JJ scoffed but then he began to laugh and he said, âoh itâs on.â
JJ then proceeded to splash you and you splashed him back. This caused you to erupt in a fit of giggles.
JJ finally got to hear your laugh and it was music to his ears.
Soon the both of you were soaked and you were both smiling. Then horror struck you as you realized you were wearing white.
âOh my god!â You shrieked and your hands flew up to cover your chest.
JJ tried to get the image out of his head he really tried but your dress stuck to you like glue and he could see the outline of your nipples pass your light blue bra.
He thought about what it be like to suck on them and he instantly felt ashamed.
You were panicking. But it couldâve been worse you couldâve not been wearing shorts underneath your dress. Thank god you did.
JJ quickly took off his shirt and gave it to you. âHere.â
You looked relieved and JJ smiled.
You took it from him and pulled the wet garment over your head. âThanks.â
âCome on I know somewhere we can dry off,â JJ extended his hand out for you to take.
This gesture didnât go unnoticed by you but you didnât question it. You laced your fingers with JJâs and made your way to the château.
âFirst I need another drink,â you stated.
âWeâve got beer at John Bâs.â JJ whispered.
âOk.â
Once you arrived at the château, JJ led you through the hall into his room. He took out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt along with a towel to dry off.
âThank you JJ.â
After you changed in the bathroom JJ was already ready dressed in sweats and no shirt.
âYou look good in my clothes,â JJ smirked.
You blushed and hoped it wasnât noticed by JJ.
âYou really think so?â you questioned.
âYep,â JJ remarked.
You opened your arms signaling you wanted to give JJ a hug. JJ was surprised but he would certainly not pass up a hug from you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and JJ circled his arms around the small of your back. JJ smelled your coconut shampoo and he declared it his new favorite smell.
You pulled away way to soon for JJâs liking but he obliged none the less.
âNow you wanted another drink right?â JJ asked.
âYeah.â
He walked over to the kitchen pulled open the fridge and took out a can of beer. Then he handed it to you. He also took one for himself.
âSo do you want to watch a movie?â JJ asked.
âSure.â
With a movie on the TV and the two of you sharing a blanket you both sipped your beers and watched the film.
After the movie was over you guys stayed up til 3am talking about anything and everything. When Sarah walked into the château she was surprised to see you cuddled up with JJ on the pull out couch.
You were facing JJ and he was facing you. You were tucked under his chin and his arms were around you.
Sarah decided not to disturb the two of you but she will definitely bring it up later.
The next day you were over at Sarahâs house.
âSo what the hell is going on with you and JJ?â Sarah asked.
âWhat do you mean, nothing is happening between us.â you replied confused.
âWell I saw the two of you cuddling at John Bs. It was kinda cute.â
âOh that.â you flushed. âWe just fell asleep really late and it sorta just happened unconsciously.â
âYeah right,â Sarah laughed.
âIâm being serious nothing is happening,â you frowned.
âBut you want something to happen,â Sarah smirked.
âWhat? No I donât, What makes you think that?â
âWell I think you like him because you hang out a lot,â Sarah reasoned.
âSo.â
âSo, jump his bones already.â
âSarah!â
âWhat, come on I think you guys would be good together.â Sarah threw up her hands and tossed them back down.
âWell itâs not happening,â you crossed your arms.
ââââââ
You guys lost the gold. Everyone was pissed beyond belief. Loosing the gold to ward impacted everyone. Everyone seemed to be down in the dumps. A few months later the fuss seemed to have died down.
In those few months you and JJ got closer. Your relationship blossomed.
Everyone was out on the boat except you. You were busy and missed out on the boat day.
The pogues were gliding through the water, wind in their hair. Sarah was sitting next to JJ when she noticed JJ staring longingly at Kiara.
When they arrived back at the château, Sarah pulled JJ aside.
âListen I see the way you look at her.â Sarah spoke.
âLook at who,â JJ questioned.
âKiara. Itâs the same way you look at y/n.â Sarah responded.
âWhat are you implying.â
âLook all Iâm saying is you need to choose between them or I will tell them everything.â Sarahâs words cutting like knives.
JJ was conflicted. He didnât know what to do. He for sure didnât want Sarah to tell you and Kiara everything. He liked both of you and he didnât know how he was going to choose.
ââââââ
The pogues were all outside the château chilling and drinking when you walked up to the action.
JJ immediately turned around and saw you. He was at a loss for words, you looked stunning and he felt something in his chest.
âHey guys,â you started.
âHi y/n!â John B responded.
Sarah gave you a wave and Kiara gave you a smile. Pope handed you a drink which you gladly accepted.
You sat down next to JJ and his heart fluttered. JJ seemed to always feel some type of way around you. These past months his feelings really grew stronger. He couldnât help the floaty feeling he felt just by being in your presence.
âWe were just talking about the fight at the bonfire.â John B announced.
âOh yeah that was wild. I canât believe that happened,â you stated.
âReally I thought it was pretty predictable.â Kiara reasoned.
Everyone laughed and continued to tell stories. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. You however thought JJ was unusually quiet.
Truth is JJ was at war with himself. He didnât take what Sarah said lightly. He knew she would tell them everything if he didnât make up his mind.
JJ laid awake at night wondering what to do. He just hoped he would come up with a solution soon.
âââââ
JJ didnât know what he did to piss off his dad so badly. It must of been something really bad because his dad was fuming.
âYou are a worthless piece of shit!â Luke shouted.
JJ tried to run away but Luke tackled him to the ground. Luke got on top of him and started to choke him. JJ tried to choke Luke back.
JJ used his knee to knee Luke in the side. JJ got up but Luke used his hand to grab a hold of his foot and tripped him. Luke started kicking JJ in the stomach and then pulled him up by his hair. There he held him against the wall and punched the living daylights out of him.
JJ and Luke burst through the screen door and JJ came out on top. He started beating up his dad and finally he said, âI ainât scared of you anymore.â
âââââ
JJ was embarrassed. He didnât want to be seen by any of his friends. He was all bruised up and he was hurting all over.
He slowly but surely made his way to the château, wincing with every step he took. Then he saw you laying in the hammock and he was scared of what you might think.
âJayj,â you called.
He walked over to you and when he reached your spot you gasped. He was littered in bruises and it reminded you of Midsummers where his face was all beat up.
âWhat happened?â you asked very concerned.
JJ was hesitant with opening up to you. Not that he didnât trust you he was just scared to be vulnerable. He also didnât want your pity.
âUm itâs my dad,â JJ smiled weakly.
âJJ.â your voice broke.
In a haste you reached out and pulled JJ in a bone crushing hug. JJ winced causing you to pull back and apologize for hurting him.
âThat son of a bitch, iâll kill him.â You expressed angrily.
âNo y/n donât worry about it. This is not your battle.â
âYes it is JJ. When it comes to you Iâm always gonna fight for you.â you reasoned.
âI donât deserve it or you.â JJ muttered.
âNo what you donât deserve is getting beaten by your own father.â You said sadly.
âI told you not to worry about it.â JJ responded.
âWell news flash JJ, I care about you a lot, and seeing you hurt breaks my heart.â Your voice wavering.
âDonât be sad baby, I canât stand to see you so sad.â
You cracked a small smile, and looked into his crystal blue eyes. You took ahold of his hand running your thumb over his knuckles.
Looking in to your eyes JJ realized something. He realized that itâs always been you. He thought back to Midsummers when he saw you for the first time in your dress. How you looked stunning and he fell in love right then and there.
He thought about all the times the two of you were together. All the lingering touches, the long nights filled with deep talks, all the fun you had together. He thought about how you cared about him and his well-being. He didnât care that you were a kook at all.
JJ thought about all the times you were there for him. The times when you fell asleep cuddling. How you made him feel. You made his heart race and his palms sweat. You made him feel alive.
It was a no brainer he was picking you.
âI hate seeing you all bruised up, makes me wanna cry.â You responded.
âIâm ok, promise.â
âCome here,â JJ continued and outstretched his hand for you to take.
You gladly accepted his hand and he led you into the château. JJ made his way to his designated room and closed the door.
As soon as the door shut JJ slid his arms around your waist and engulfed you in a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you buried your face in his shoulder.
After your hug of just holding each other, JJ placed his hand on your cheek.
âCan I kiss you?â JJ asked.
âYes.â
JJ didnât hesitate, he quickly placed his lips on yours. The kiss was tender and JJ felt sparks, like little mini fireworks were going off in his body. Soon the kiss got heated. You were excited to be kissing JJ. Your lips were capturing each other in a fiery kiss.
Your stomach started to get tingly and JJ felt blood rush through his veins. JJ was still cupping your cheek. Your hands were tangling in JJâs hair.
JJ moved his hands to go under your shirt and you let out a small moan. JJ warm hands sent shockwaves through your skin. You went to take off you shirt, lifting the garment over your head. JJ eyed you in your bra for a moment than went back to kissing you.
You were stunning and your tits were spilling over your bra and JJ was practically drooling.
âI want this off,â you tugged on JJâs shirt.
JJ lifted his shirt over his head and you gasped. His stomach was littered in bruises and you wished you never saw it.
Tears filled your eyes as you clamped a hand over your mouth.
âDonât cry angel, please donât cry,â JJ begged.
âIâm sorry itâs just I canât stand to see you hurt or in pain. It makes me so sad and then I get this rage because you deserve so much more than what you were given,â you shared.
âIâm ok, I have you,â JJ smiled.
âJJâŚâ
âWhat? Itâs fine,â JJ muttered.
âGet on the bed please,â you ordered.
JJ did what he was told and got on the bed. You moved to get on top of him. You were straddling his legs when you decided to kiss each one of his bruises on his stomach and ribs.
JJ let out a shaky breath as you kissed him. When you were done you looked up into his eyes and gave him a smile.
JJ flipped you over so that he was on top of you now.
âLet me make love to you please baby,â JJ requested.
âOk J.â
So, JJ made you feel amazing and you had the best sex you ever had.
âââââ
You were on a mission. You were very upset and you needed to find JJ and sort this out. You marched up the steps of the château and found JJ on the couch.
âWe need to talk, now.â You demanded.
âOk letâs go to my room,â JJ replied.
Once you were in the privacy of JJâs room you let it rip.
âI canât believe you. How could I be so stupid,â you started.
âWhat are you talking about?â JJ asked.
âIâm talking about you liking me and Kiara at the same time!â you shouted.
âOh that,â JJ cringed.
âYeah that,â you raised your eyebrows at him.
âBut I chose you!â JJ exclaimed.
Tears formed in your eyes but you refused to let them fall.
âThat doesnât change the fact you liked her while we were hanging out together.â
âI mean I was falling in love with you and you were thinking about some other girl,â you continued.
âY/N, Iâm so sorry but I want to be with you,â JJ apologized.
âiâll never forgive you if you break my heart.â
âI wonât.â
âIf weâre together and you suddenly decide you want to be with Kiara, I donât know if I can handle that,â you reasoned.
âI promise I wonât leave you. Youâre just gonna have to trust meâ
âJayj.â
âIâm serious y/n, Iâm committed to you and I love you,â JJ choked out.
âI love you too,â you smiled weakly.
So, you decided to trust JJ and it was the best decision you ever made. He treated you right he loved you unconditionally and he made you happy.
Your heart did break when you found out from Sarah that JJ liked you and Kiara at the same time but he did choose you in the end. So you forgave him and never looked back.
ââââ
Kiara has been waiting for JJ to make a move for a while now. She thought he wouldâve asked her out by now.
When she found out from Sarah that you and JJ were together she was shocked. But she didnât let that get her down. She dusted herself off and decided she should start dating.
Her and Pope have grown rather close and she wondered if Pope would ever go for her. She wanted to try her luck because nothing with JJ will ever happen.
She knew JJ liked her all this time and she waited for him but he never acted on his feelings. So Kiara decided to move on.
You and JJ loved each other a lot and throughout your relationship you both discovered new sides to yourself. A little while after you and JJ got together, Pope and Kiara got together. Everyone was happy.
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boyfriend luke headcanons
pairing(s): luke hughes x fem!reader
summary: headcanons of bf!luke!
wc: 568
warnings: fluff!! cute luke, smut 18+. sfw and nsfw!
authors note: hiii guys!! guess whos back...me! i just finished my last final WOOOOHOOO! but i still have to write a 10 page paper final... gulp anyways!! i love writing headcanons recently... they're so fun so write. i wrote for luke, luke might be my fav hughes brother... he's been looking a little too good recently NO SURPRISE! anyways im working on more fics tonight so more things will be coming!! im currently working on a long quinn fic, super excited for that to come out. omg this is so long im so sorry, okay im done yapping now!! like and reblog if you enjoyed it<3 much love as always <3
OH!! my requests are open, send something in or just talk to me:)
happy reading<3
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Bf!luke: luke loves having his hands on you at all times. Cuddling you when you guys are home alone and having an arm and hand on you when you guys are out in public. Always making sure you know that he's always there.
Bf!luke: luke loves to plan cute little dates for you guys, always changing it up. If it's a picnic in the park or dinner at a fancy restaurant. Your favorite dates are the random ones, just getting in the car and doing something, those always make the best memories.Â
Bf!luke: Luke is a quiet but attentive boyfriend. He's always there when you need a shoulder to cry on, he always listens to you about everything you want to talk about. Luke is quiet in some momentents but you don't mind it, you love how soft and quiet he is, showing how he cares for you in intimate ways.
Bf!luke: He's such a competitive game player. He hates losing, especially to you. Your favorite moment with him is when guys were playing scrabble and he lost in the last round, flipping the scrabble board with a dramatic sign. Lets just say he was picking up scrabble pieces for 2 hours straight.Â
Bf!luke: It's no secret that Luke can't cook, but he tries for you. Waking up before you, his mind set on making you breakfast. Trying to be as quiet as he can in the kitchen, trying to pull something together to impress you with. He always ends up going with things that don't involve him using the stove, as a safe bet. The cereal and yogurt bowls never fail to make your heart burst whenever you see them. Knowing it's not much, but it means so much to you because luke made it for you.Â
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Bf!luke: people wouldn't expect it but luke is one kinky guy. He loves trying new things in the bedroom. Tying you up, trailing ice cubes down your body, you name it heâll do it.
Bf!luke: shower sex. Luke loves shower sex. Watching the water run down your body, has to be one of his favorite sights. Kissing your neck from behind you, guiding his hands along your waist pulling your body back towards him. Heâll slowly push your body against the shower wall, trapping you body with his arms caging you in as he works his way down you body, as your moans fill up the shower walls.Â
Bf!luke: luke loves it when you praise him, he definitely has a praise kink. Pulling on his hair while he eats you out. Looking down at him as he's between your legs, moaning at how good he looks from down there. Urging him on saying âfuck right thereâ âyes luke oh my godâ âyou look so pretty between my legsâ, and his personal favorite is when you call him âgood boyâ.Â
Bf!luke: luke loves ur thighs, kissing them, laying on them, anything that has to do with your thighs he loves. He loves gripping them while your on top riding him, his large hands gripping your thighs with such force that will definitely leave a bruise the next day.Â
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PAIRINGS: established relationship!jake x reader
GENRE: smut, fluff?
SYNOPSIS: In which you help your boyfriend relieve his stress after his schedule
WARNINGS: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), bath tub sex, shower sex, mentions of multiple rounds, oral sex (f receiving), handjob, creampie
WORD COUNT: 4k
A/N: wish this was me </3
The interviewer was asking him a question - something about how preparations for their world tour are going - and he nodded, smiling as if he was paying attention to her. He was answering the questions she was asking, but that was all; his mind wasn't on the interview. The last few weeks of preparation for this tour had been stressful and he'd had a hell of a time keeping up his happy, energetic, cheerful persona.
The only thing on his mind at the moment was going back home to his gorgeous girlfriend. His schedule had kept them apart for way too long and it was all he could do to not just run from the interview, jump in a car, and get the hell home so he could be with her.
"So, Jake," the interviewer asked. "Is there anything you would like to say before we go?"
Jake looked up. They were done? Finally. It had felt like forever, and now he could finally get some rest. "Uh," he said. "Yeah. I guess. Um, I wanna thank everyone who has supported us. And to all our fans, I'm looking forward to seeing you all again."
And to his girlfriend, he thought. I'm gonna give you the best fucking night of your life.
The interviewer smiled and gave the closing remarks, and the cameras were turned off.
The time passed by in a blur, he was so desperate to get home that even his group mates could sense his energy.
"Dude, chill," said Jay. "You're acting like you haven't seen her in years."
"It feels like it," Jake muttered.
"Oh, leave him alone, guys," said Sunghoon. "I'd act the same if my girl was waiting at home."
Jake gave his friend a grateful smile, and they both laughed as Jay and Heeseung made exaggerated gagging sounds.
Mercifully, there was little to no traffic, and they were back home within the hour.
"I'm gonna go see my girlfriend," Jake announced, ignoring his groupmates' good-natured teasing.
"Don't you want to eat first?" Jay asked, opening the fridge and poking around inside.
"I'll order in. See you guys tomorrow," Jake called, already heading towards the door.
The apartment complex wasn't far from the company building, and soon Jake was pushing open the door and stepping into his shared home.
He was met with an immediate wave of exhaustion, and he sighed heavily. It had been a long day.
"Y/N?" he called. There was no answer, but the door to their bedroom was closed.
Jake walked over to the door and opened it, smiling softly. You were sleeping, curled up on top of the sheets, the light from the lamp on the bedside table illuminating your soft skin.
"Jake..." you murmured, not even opening your eyes.
Jake couldn't help the smile that came over his face. "How'd you know I was here?"
"I'd know your footsteps anywhere," you replied sleepily.
Jake laughed. "Of course you would.â
You sat up and stretched, blinking owlishly as your eyes adjusted to the light. "Hey, babe. Did everything go well today?"
"Mmhmm," Jake hummed, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you. "How was your day?"
"Uneventful. But it's better now."
"Mm, I'll bet," Jake teased, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. âI had a long day and I still need to wash up and eat something. Would you like to join me, or are you too tired?"
"I'm never too tired for you," you replied. "Let me go run you a bath."
Jake let out a contented sigh, watching as you slipped off his lap and padded into the bathroom, the door shutting softly behind you.
Jake was exhausted, but he was also incredibly stressed. His schedule had been packed full the past week, and he'd barely had time to sleep. He'd been trying to be strong and keep up his cheery demeanor, but it was wearing him down, and he was getting more and more frustrated and tired as the days went by.
And you could tell.
You knew Jake better than anyone, and you could see the strain in his shoulders, the tightness in his voice. You could see how hard he was working, and you wanted to make sure he knew how much you appreciated it.
You turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, waiting until the bath was filled with steaming hot water before adding a generous amount of the lavender-scented bubble bath. The scent filled the air and you breathed deeply, inhaling the calming aroma.
The water was just right, and you shut it off, smiling. You turned around, planning to call for Jake, only to see him standing in the doorway, a towel around his waist and his eyes closed, a peaceful expression on his face.
"Babe?" you said, concerned.
Jake opened his eyes, looking over at you. "Sorry," he said, shaking his head. "Just spacing out a little."
You nodded, giving him a small smile. "Your bath is ready. Come on, get in."
Jake followed your instructions, sighing as he sank into the water. He was tired, but he wasn't relaxed yet.
"Are you alright?" you asked, kneeling beside the tub and stroking his hair.
"Yeah," Jake mumbled, closing his eyes again. "Just tired."
"I know," you whispered, gently cupping his face in your hand. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," Jake said, leaning into your touch.
"Still," you said. "You've been working so hard. And you're so stressed."
"I'm alright," Jake insisted, smiling at you. "Don't worry."
You weren't convinced, and you knew that if you didn't help him relax, he'd never be able to get a good night's sleep.
You leaned in and kissed him gently, your hands resting on his chest. He responded immediately, kissing you back and pulling you closer.
You smiled against his lips, feeling the tension melt away from him as he wrapped his arms around you and deepened the kiss.
"Mmm," he murmured, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against yours. "Join me.â
"Hmm?"
"Join me," he repeated, smiling.
You raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes, really. Please. I wanna hold you."
You couldn't say no to that.
You stood up, and Jake's eyes followed your movements as you stripped off your clothes. His gaze was hungry, and you felt a tingle run down your spine as you slipped out of your pants and panties. You felt a bit shy as you removed the last piece of your clothing, his eyes washing over every bit of your exposed skin.
"Come here," he murmured, and you stepped into the tub.
The water was hot, and the bubbles were thick, covering your body as you settled into his lap. Jake's hands ran down your back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You sighed, and he smiled.
"That feel good, baby?" he murmured, kissing the side of your neck.
"Yeah," you whispered, tilting your head to give him better access.
His hands continued to explore your body, his fingers skimming over your breasts and down your sides. His touch was light, and you squirmed, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Jake murmured, his voice husky.
"Shut up," you mumbled, blushing.
"I mean it," he insisted. "I've never seen a more gorgeous woman."
"Stop it," you whined, embarrassed.
"Never," Jake whispered, his voice low and gravelly. "Not when you're like this."
He leaned in and kissed you, his hands squeezing your ass. You gasped, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.
The feeling of his body against yours, his hands on your skin, his tongue in your mouth, his fingers squeezing your ass - it was too much. You felt your arousal pooling between your legs, and you pressed yourself against him, desperate for friction.
âJakey⌠let me wash you off."
Jake groaned. "You're killing me, baby."
"Please," you said, kissing his jaw. "You've had a long day."
"Fine," Jake relented, his eyes dark with desire. He turned around, somewhat awkwardly in the small bath tub.
You picked up the bar of soap, lathering it up and running your hands over his back, massaging his sore muscles. He moaned, the sound sending another shiver of desire through you.
"Oh, fuck," he murmured. "That feels so good."
You continued to massage his back, taking your time and making sure you got every part of him. When you were satisfied, you moved onto his chest, and then his stomach, working your way down his body.
His erection was standing tall and proud, and you couldn't resist.
You reached out, taking him in your hand and stroking him gently.
Jake let out a gasp. "Oh, fuck, Y/N..."
"Shh," you murmured, leaning forward and kissing his shoulder. "Just relax."
You stroked him slowly, your grip firm. He moaned, his hips thrusting forward into your hand.
"That's it," you whispered. "Just let go."
"I...I can't," he panted, his hips moving in time with your movements.
"Yes, you can," you cooed, speeding up your pace.
He was so close, and you could tell he was on the edge. You kept stroking him, and he threw his head back, a groan escaping his lips as he came, his seed splashing into the water.
You held him in your hand, feeling him pulse. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, and you could feel him trembling.
"Fuck," he mumbled.
You smiled, letting go of his softening member and wrapping your arms around him.
"You okay, baby?" you whispered, nuzzling his neck.
"More than okay," he murmured. "Thank you, Y/N."
"You're welcome," you replied, kissing his temple.
He stayed like that for a few moments, his breath tickling your skin, his body relaxed against yours. Finally, he sat up, looking at you.
"Now it's your turn," he said, his eyes full of mischief.
You giggled. "Jake, I'm fine."
"No, no," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "I insist. Let me take care of you."
He took the soap, lathering it up in his hands and then placing them on your breasts, massaging the suds into your skin. You gasped, the sensation sending tingles of pleasure through you.
He took his time, massaging your breasts and teasing your nipples. His touch was gentle but insistent, and you could feel your arousal growing.
"Jake..." you murmured, closing your eyes and enjoying his ministrations.
"Feel good?" he whispered, his voice husky.
"Mmm," was all you could manage.
His hands traveled down your body, caressing your skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He slipped one hand between your legs, his fingers brushing against your folds.
"Oh, fuck," you gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily.
"That's it," he murmured, his fingers moving against you, circling your clit. Your chest was heaving and if it had been any other time you wouldâve been embarrassed at the way your hips were desperately moving against his hand, but at this point all you could think about was him.
"Fuck, Jake, please," you whimpered, your body aching for him. You felt warm all over, heat rising from your legs and spreading to the rest of your body.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he purred, his fingers teasing your entrance.
"I need you," you moaned, unable to contain yourself any longer. "Please, Jake, I need you inside me."
Jake groaned at the sound of you whining his name, and his hands stilled. You opened your eyes, and he was staring at you, his eyes dark with lust.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispered, and you felt a wave of heat wash over you.
You looked up at him, your eyes pleading, and he leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring and dominating, and you couldn't help but moan.
You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, needing him. He broke the kiss, his breath hot on your lips, and looked down at you, his gaze full of hunger and desire.
âCome closer baby. Straddle me," he growled, his voice low and gravelly.
You did as he said, straddling his hips and positioning yourself above him.
He reached down, his hands gripping your ass, and pulled you down, sheathing himself inside of you.
You cried out, the sudden sensation of him filling you sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. He groaned, his grip on you tightening as he began to move his hips, fucking you slowly.
You were a whimpering mess, the feeling of him inside you, filling you completely, driving you insane. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders, as you tried to keep up with his pace.
âJake Jake Jake Jake..." you moaned, the sound of his name on your lips a symphony to his ears.
He was relentless, his movements fast and powerful, his hips thrusting upward as he fucked you hard and deep. His mind had gone blank as soon as he had felt your walls grip his cock, the only thing on his mind was making you fall apart.
"Look at me, baby," he murmured, and you looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyes were full of hunger and passion, and you felt your orgasm approaching, the intensity of his gaze sending you over the edge.
"Fuck," he gasped, feeling you clench around him.
He continued to thrust into you, his pace unrelenting. You were barely coherent, the sensations too much for you to handle. Your legs were shaking, your toes curled, and you were moaning his name.
"Jake, fuck, Jake..."
"Come for me, baby," he growled, his grip on your hips tightening. âCome around my cock."
You did as he said, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast. Your body trembled and shook, waves of pleasure washing over you.
He continued to fuck you, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. His fingers dug into your skin, and you felt him stiffen, his release coming seconds after yours.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he muttered, his cock twitching inside of you.
The two of you were still for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before Jake pulled out of you, his softening member sliding from inside you.
"Are you alright, babe?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Yeah," you breathed, your body still tingling.
He smiled, the expression on his face almost boyish. "Good. You're incredible, you know that?"
"You're not so bad yourself," you teased, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair.
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. "I love you, Y/N."
"I love you, too," you whispered, cuddling against him.
You stayed like that for a while, enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies. Finally, Jake spoke up.
"We should get out. We're going to prune. And we should probably wash up some more. Weâre sitting in cum water now.â
âGross! I don't wanna get up," you whined, snuggling closer to him.
"Come on, baby," he said, giving you a gentle squeeze. "Let's get out and shower. And then we can cuddle in bed."
"Fine," you sighed, reluctantly pulling away from him.
You stood up, the water cascading down your body, and stepped out of the tub. Jake followed suit, and you watched as the water dripped off of his chiseled body.
"What are you looking at?" he teased, noticing the way you were ogling him.
"Nothing," you said, a blush creeping across your cheeks.
He grinned, stepping closer and kissing your cheek. "Don't worry, I'll let you stare all you want later. Right now, we need to wash up."
"Okay," you mumbled, feeling silly.
Jake turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up before ushering you in. You sighed, the hot water hitting your skin and relaxing your muscles.
"Feel good?" he asked, his hands resting on your hips.
"Yeah," you murmured, leaning back against him.
He smiled, and reached for the body wash, squirting some into his hands and beginning to massage it into your skin.
"Hmmm," you hummed, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you.
"Like that, huh?" he whispered, his voice low.
"Yeah," you replied, the sensation of his hands on your body making you shiver.
His hands slid from your shoulder to your back, slowly reaching to the front and cupping your breasts.
"Mmmm," you moaned, closing your eyes and letting him work his magic.
"Feels good?" he murmured, his breath hot on your ear.
"So good," you breathed, your body beginning to heat up again. âI donât think you want to just shower right now.â
"No," he whispered, his hands moving lower, ghosting over your belly. "I want to fuck you again. Right here. In the shower."
You moaned, the thought of his hands on you, his cock inside of you, his mouth on your skin making your head spin.
âCan I taste you baby?â
His voice was thick with desire, and you could feel the tension between you.
You nodded, your words failing you, and he wasted no time. He pushed you up against the wall, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of heat everywhere he touched. You couldn't get enough of him, the feeling of his skin against yours intoxicating.
He kissed his way down your body, his lips ghosting over your sensitive nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through you. His hands cupped your breasts, gently squeezing and kneading them.
"Oh, god," you moaned, the sensation making your head spin.
"Like that, baby?" he murmured, his mouth trailing lower, leaving a path of kisses down your stomach.
"Yes," you breathed, your head falling back as his hands traveled lower, his fingers teasing your folds.
"You're so wet," he whispered, his voice husky. "So ready for me."
"Please," you begged, desperate for him to touch you, to fuck you, to make you come.
"Patience, baby," he purred, his fingers continuing to tease you, sending waves of pleasure through you.
You were a whimpering mess, the anticipation nearly unbearable. His mouth found your inner thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
"Jake, please," you moaned, your body trembling with need.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he said, his tongue darting out to lick a trail up your thigh.
"I want you to eat me out," you breathed, the words leaving your lips in a rush. "I want your tongue inside me."
"As you wish, princess," he murmured, his voice low and sexy.
His mouth found your pussy immediately, his tongue lapping at your folds. The sensation was intense, and you cried out, the feeling of his tongue against your sensitive flesh almost too much.
He explored your most intimate parts, his tongue dancing over your clit and making you see stars. You were a writhing mess, the feeling of his mouth on you pushing you to the edge.
"Jake, fuck, Jake..." you moaned, your hands desperately trying to grasp at the wet tile behind you.
He increased the pressure, his tongue circling your clit and his fingers teasing your entrance.
You were lost in the pleasure, your body overwhelmed by the sensation.
"Please," you begged, your body aching for release. "Please, Jake."
He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. He gave your clit a hard flick with his tongue, sending you hurtling over the edge. You came hard, your body convulsing, the pleasure overwhelming you.
"Oh, god," you whimpered, your body trembling as the aftershocks rippled through you.
But Jake didnât stop. His tongue continued to lap at you, his fingers pushing into you, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from you. You were barely able to stand, your legs shaking and threatening to give out.
"Jake, please, I can't take it," you panted, your voice barely a whisper.
"One more," he demanded, his tone commanding. "You can do it baby. Give me one more."
You couldn't deny him, and you knew your body was already responding, the pleasure building again. His mouth worked its magic, his tongue finding all the right spots, his fingers curling inside of you. You were helpless against the onslaught, and before long, you were coming again, the intensity taking your breath away.
"Fuck," you cried, your body shuddering as you came.
He slowed his movements, his tongue languidly licking you, easing you down from your high. When you finally caught your breath, he looked up at you, his face glistening with your arousal.
"You okay, baby?" he asked, his voice rough and husky. You could barely hold yourself up, but you managed a nod.
"Good," he purred, getting to his feet. He kissed you, his tongue parting your lips, tasting you. You moaned, the taste of yourself on his tongue turning you on.
"God, you're so fucking hot," he groaned, his erection pressing against your leg.
"I want you," you breathed, your voice trembling.
"Then have me," he murmured, his hands cupping your ass and lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his cock brushing against your entrance.
He pushed you against the wall, his lips crashing against yours. He entered you in one swift motion, the feeling of him stretching you making you gasp.
"Fuck," he moaned, his hips thrusting into you, burying himself deep inside of you. âPussy so good, you were made for me werenât you? So perfect. All mine."
"Yes," you cried, the sensation of him filling you driving you wild. "All yours."
"Fuck, yes," he growled, his hips pounding into you. You clung to him, your nails raking down his back, urging him on.
He was relentless, his hips pistoning into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You were lost in the pleasure, your mind foggy, only the sensation of his body against yours and his cock inside of you registering.
You were moaning incoherently, the feeling of him fucking you taking over. He buried his face in your neck, his lips and teeth teasing your skin. You were on the edge, the pleasure building, the pressure increasing.
"I'm close," you whimpered, the words leaving your lips involuntarily.
"Me, too," he grunted, his hips slamming into you, his pace quickening.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. You felt him stiffen, his cock twitching inside of you as he came.
You were right behind him, the sensation of him coming inside of you sending you over the edge.
You came together, your bodies shuddering, the pleasure taking over. You were a panting, moaning, trembling mess, and the world faded away, the only thing that existed was the two of you and the intense pleasure.
"Holy shit," you finally breathed, when you had finally come down from your high.
"Yeah," Jake murmured, his breath warm against your neck.
You leaned against him, your body still shaking, unable to move.
He held you for a few moments, before carefully setting you down. Your legs were weak, but you managed to stand.
"I think we need another shower," he chuckled, gesturing to the mess the two of you had made.
"I don't think I can handle another round," you said, the thought of him fucking you again making your legs weak.
âOh weâre not done, baby. I want you in my bed. All night long. But first, we have to actually shower. Then maybe dinner and drinks. And then more fun. You game?"
You nodded, the thought of spending the night with him making you giddy.
"Good. Now let's wash up and get out of here. I'm starving." And a loud grumble echoed throughout the bathroom, which could only be Jake's stomach.
You laughed, and pulled him in for a kiss. "Sounds like a plan."
"Perfect. Because there's so much more I want to do to you," he purred, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
"Then let's get started," you whispered, a wicked grin spreading across your face.
It would take an hour and three more orgasms for the two of you to leave the bathroom. And that was only the beginning.
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but on a wednesday in a cafe i watched it begin again - kim mingyu imagine
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10 years ago
"Kyeom, I'm gonna go. I have assignments to do"
"What noooo, the game's just about to start" he mutters, he even kick feet like a little kid
"Then stay, but I'm going" you didn't even give him a chance to say anything because you're already out the gym doors. Your bestfriend used to your attitude at this point, he lets you be.
You pull your bag on your shoulders as you walk towards the school gates, some students were also on their way out since classes are done. Just as you were about to exit, someone calls your name making you look back.
When you spot who was calling you, confusion took over your face. Wondering why Kim Mingyu is here running after you when he should be inside with the basketball team.
"Hey, glad I caught you" he smiles at you.
Kim Mingyu, the guy who's known across all campus. He's the star student, all the teachers like him, he's never missed a class, he's good at studying, never the troublemaker, has a big circle of friends and an even bigger number of admirers from all across the school.
"What's up, do you need something?" you nonchalantly replied but that didn't deter him one bit
"Yea uh actually I wanted to ask you out" he scratches the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes as he waits for your answer
"Me?"
"Yea, I like you"
"Oh uh thanks. But I'm not really looking for that type of thing right now"
You watch the smile fall from MIngyu's face before it comes back again, it doesn't quite reach his eyes though. You notice.
"Oh"
"Yeah, sorry but uhm goodluck on your game though. I'm gonna go now" you wave goodbye before going your way. Not once turning to look back where Mingyu was left standing.
The rest of your high school life flew by like that. You still mostly kept to yourself, a few close friends, never really wanting to have any eyes on you. Mingyu never contacted you after that. You two acted like strangers once again, his confession something only you and him know.
Present Day
"Did you get the invite?" Dokyeom asks the moments he enters your apartment. After all these years, he's still your bestfriends. Most of your 'friends' from high school you've already lost contact with, you realized you were only friends with them only because you saw them everyday. Not many of them really made the effort to keep in contact, you can't blame them though since you didn't either.
But that's life. People come and go.
"For?"
"Our high school reunion, please tell me you're going"
"I did get it, and no I'm not going"
"What? Why? It'll be fun" he still does this thing where he stomps his feet like a kid when you say no to him, annoying but he's your bestfriend so you learned to put up with it.
"I don't even talk to anyone from high school apart from you"
"I'll be there, you can talk to me" he weakly reasons out, trying to plead with you is like trying to move a cement brick wall. He knows it's a losing battle but he still tries anyways.
"You won't stop bugging me unless I go, won't you?"
"You know me too well"
"Fine, but I'm not staying long"
"3 hours tops"
"2, take it or leave it"
Leave it to Dokyeom to make sure you're actually coming because by 5pm the day of the reunion, he came to your apartment even though you're taking your own car since you don't plan on staying as long as him.
"Oh you actually got ready" he says when you open the door
"I don't want another long message from you, let's go before I change my mind"
The two of you drove separately to the venue, as an introvert you admit when you got there you already want to go home. You see the familiar faces, already dreading the amount of small talks you have to do for the rest of the night. Cursing Dokyeom in your mind.
Your bestfriend didn't even give you a chance to step back inside your car before he's pulling you inside, saying hello to everyone on your way in. He's always been the nicer one between the two of you.
The two of you grab some snacks and drinks before continuing on meddling with your former schoolmates. Your social battery draining drastically by the second when you hear Dokyeom almost scream from beside you,
"Kim Mingyu! Yo dude you made it"
You look over where Dokyeom went, watching him give a bro hug to the guy. There Kim Mingyu stands, still as handsome as ever. A lot of years passed by but he still looks the same, just even better now.
The years have indeed been kind to him.
With everything happening around you, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. A few moments away from sneaking out but Dokyeom catches you once again before you can even give it a try
"Y/N's here too, you remember Mingyu right?"
You wanted to step on your bestfriend's shoes to make him shut up but instead you just shoot him a tight lipped smile before turning to the taller guy,
"Hi"
"Hey, it's been a while. I haven't seen you since... graduation"
"Yea, you too"
End of conversation.
You're still the same, Mingyu thinks. You're still the same girl he liked back then, you're still just as hard to read, still answering with single sentences, still beautiful like the day you broke his heart.
He wonders how you've been since then. Are you dating anyone or are you still out there breaking other guys' heart with your cold demeanor. He's still friends with Dokyeom and last he heard you've been doing okay. No mention of a boyfriend.
You don't give him a chance to ask any question, you say something to Dokyeom before walking towards the door
"Is she alright?" he can't help but ask
"Oh yea, she's being her usual self. It's a miracle I even got her to go tonight so I won't even be surprised if she's about to sneak home now, I'll just call her later"
"You two still close?"
"She's my bestfriend, dude. Of course we are, we're like twins ya know. Anyways how's the cafe going"
Mingyu hangs out with Dokyeom for the rest of the night, they didn't really run out of things to catch up on. He can't help but wonder how two very different people manage to stay close friends. But then again it's Dokyeom, one of the nicest guy he knows. At the end of the day, he's glad you're friends with someone like him.
The next day Dokyeom calls you to bombard you with stories about the reunion that you missed when you came home, he goes on and on about catching up with Mingyu then some other people from your batch you don't even talk to anymore but you listen anyways.
After the phone call, you get ready to go to work. You go on with your routine and before you know it you're done with your 9-5. That goes on for the rest of the week.
Some people hate it but you liked having a routine, it drives you crazy when things don't go your way.
Like tonight, your workmates all but forced you to come with them for afterwork drinks. You wanted to decline but you already done so many times so they made sure you come with them this time.
"Okay okay so what if you're in a room full of all the people you ever liked, who would you go to?"
Everyone take turns to answer until all head turns to you, "Oh me?"
"Yea, come on spill the details girlie we won't tell" one of your workmate jokes, clearly drunk
You take a few more seconds to think before you say your answer
"I guess this guy I rejected in high school"
"What? Oh my gosh whoooo, tell us tell us what happened" they excitedly ask
"Oh no big deal, just a guy. He was nice, like really nice. I liked that about him, but uh I guess high school me wasn't ready for any kind of commitment so I rejected him. I choose him because I want to apologize, that's all"
"Aw did you hear that? that's so cuteee"
"So where is he now?"
"I don't know, I never really kept in touch"
You grab your glass so you can avoid any more questions, after an hour to tell them goodbye since you still have to go to work tomorrow.
And as expected you woke up with a slight headache, even though you wanted to stay in bed for the day you know you can't. You get up and get ready for the day, planning to stop by this cafe your workmates keep on mentioning on your way to work.
Good things it's still early, when you got the cafe there were only a few people inside. You can smell the freshly brewed coffee and pastries on the stand.
"Next, Hi goodmorning what can I get you?"
"Hi, can I get an iced Vanilla Latte and a bagel with cream cheese to go? Thank you" you say your order while the cashier notes it down "Okay, for a moment I'll just get your order ready"
"Sure" you wait on the counter for your order, checking the other pastries and the menu board.
Mingyu was at the back, getting some stocks ready for the day when he spots someone on the counter. He had to do a double take to make sure it was you standing in his cafe, immediately a smile forming on his face as he watch you look at the display case.
You're too lost in your own world to notice him now standing Infront of you so he clears his throat to get your attention, "Can I get you something else, see anything you like?" he asks
He can see you weren't expecting to see him here, out of all places.
What in the twisted fate was this, you think to yourself.
"Oh uh the other barista already took my order" you tell him, Mingyu goes to the other guy telling him something before returning to the register with your order, "One iced vanilla latte and bagel with cream cheese, here you go. Anything else?" he asks again
"I think this is all for now, so how much?"
"On the house" Mingyu says with a smile, makes you wonder if he does this on a regular basis but you shake the thought away.
"What? No, come on I'll feel bad. Tell me how much" you tell Mingyu but he just shakes his head at you
"Free coffee for the pretty lady"
"Do you tell all your lady customers that?" you ask him, the words already out before you can stop yourself. You can feel your cheeks heat up but Mingyu just chuckles, again he shakes his head
"Just you, tell me next time how's our coffee and baked goods are then we'll call it even" he tells you, pointing at the suggestion box
"Are you sure? My workmates recommended this place and they said the coffee is good but I never really went with them" you tell him,
"You work close by?"
"A few blocks from here, I sometimes pass by here but it's always so busy. I guess I got lucky today"
All this time you were this close to where he was and he never knew. Mingyu mentally agrees with you, indeed it is a lucky day because for the first time since he met you you finally said more than one sentence to him.
17 year old Mingyu would be pouting and kicking his feet out of jealousy, he would never believe this day would come but here you are.
"Thank you for the coffee and food, uh see you around"
"You too, Y/N. It's nice to see you again" he smile again, you shoot him a small smile before going your way.
He watches you go out the door, the scene of you walking away hitting him like a Deja vu. A scene from 10 years go playing in head. Just as you were about to exit the door, to turn around to look at him behind the counter then shoot him another smile then you were gone.
This time though Mingyu wasn't left with a heart to mend but something to look forward to. Maybe just maybe this time it'll be his chance.
"You're down bad" Hoshi, his co-owner and other barista, says from beside him
"Huh?"
"Really?? Coffee for the pretty lady? so original" he laughs
"What? I never used that on anyone" Mingyu mumbles, "I know, that's why I said you're down bad. Who is she by the way?"
"Someone very special, call me when she comes back" he pats Hoshi on the shoulder before going to the back to resume his re-stocking duties.
Mingyu didn't want to expect (but he was), he would be lying if he didn't tell Hoshi he'd open tomorrow and man the register just in case you come in early again. He would be lying if he says he looked up every time the bell dings signaling another customer came in only it wasn't you.
It took you a few days before you visited again, and this time luck wasn't on Mingyu's side because he was not on duty.
"Hey, you're Mingyu's friend" Hoshi remembers you from the other day, greeting you with a big smile making his eyes almost disappear. He seems like a warm person, very friendly.
"Yeah, you can say that" you shyly answer him "Oh right sorry, what can I get you?"
"I'll get another iced vanilla latte. The last one you made was really good" you tell him
"Thanks, make sure to drop that inside our box" he jokes "Anything else?"
"Can you recommend any pastry for me to try? They all look so good"
"Honestly, not to be biased, everything's good here but that chocolate cake is extra special. Mingyu makes it himself everyday, want a slice?"
"Sure, sounds great"
Hoshi, you learn his name, goes and make your order like before then returns to the counter "Okay here you go, and the man says it's on the house"
"Huh?" you ask confused "Mingyu said it's on the house if ever you come back"
"Oh I can not not pay, he already said that the last time" you said, already getting your card out
"No really, he insists. And between us, I'd be in bigger trouble if I let you pay. If you want to scold him, feel free to do so and drop it in the box"
You chuckle, finally taking your drink and food "Thanks again, let me write something" you seat on a vacant chair to get a paper from inside your bag, writing a quick note before going back to the counter to drop it in the box. You say goodbye to Hoshi before going.
You feel your phone ring in your pocket, Dokyeom's name flashing on the screen "Barbeque later"
"Are you asking or are you telling me?"
"I'll come by after work" then he hangs up.
A few hours later, your bestfriend shows up with a few grocery bags and a loud mouth. You two catch up on what you missed on the few days you didn't get to talk, he likes staying up to date with your life even though nothing really ever happens. He's like the brother you never expected but you're now stuck with.
"Do you have any sweets here, chocolate or something" you hear him scrummaging through your kitchen
"I have a cake slice in the fridge"
Dokyeom finds it then walks back to the dining table, setting it in the middle to share between the two of you
"Oh gosh this is so good, where did you buy this?"
"At Mingyu's cafe, did you know he had one?" you ask back, Dokyeom's head springs up to look at you
"You went there? Mingyu did mention he had a cafe. So you two talked?"
"Yea he was there the first time I went, it was really nice the coffee is good. The other barista said Mingyu baked this" you tell him, taking another bite
"You know, you never told me why you rejected him"
Dokyeom suddenly mentioning that made you cough out loud, "You said you liked him right? Then all of a sudden you were telling me you rejected him"
"Are we really talking about this? It's been 10 years"
"Yea"
"Like I said, I didn't have the time and I got overwhelmed. Everyone knew who Mingyu was, I didn't want that kind of attention on me too. I guess 17 year old me got scared"
Dokyeom listens to you, watching you stab the piece of cake before taking a bite "For what it's worth, he really liked you back then. He even asked me what your favorites were, I said you liked cakes more than ice cream"
Back at the cafe, Mingyu comes in after Hoshi closes so he can start on baking tomorrow's batch of cake. He's in the kitchen getting the ingredients ready while Hoshi cleans the display case and front of the house.
He was humming to himself when he hears the kitchen door swing open, "Oh by the way Y/N dropped by today"
Mingyu forgets the number he was on, now he has to measure the flour all over again. He turns to look at his friend with an annoyed expression, Hoshi holds his hands in the air
"Hey don't blame me, not my fault she went here on your only day off. But I did say it's on the house courtesy of you, so you're welcome"
"Atleast you did something right" Mingyu says
"And she got the chocolate cake, she also dropped something in the box. Go check it when you're done, I'm going now" he waves goodbye before going to the office to do a few more things before leaving Mingyu alone at the shop.
He tries to focus first on what he's doing, going back to measuring the ingredients and putting it in the oven before going to the counter to get the box.
How will find your note here when there's about 30 others in here, he's not so sure. He reads through a few of them when finally he finds one
Coffee is great, maybe even better with company. On me next time I come back, thanks Gyu :)
He knows it's from you because of the nickname, a lot of people from highschool used to call him that. It may be common but it sounded extra special when you're the one calling him that. He takes the note and put it in his pocket before putting the others back.
Tonight's cake about to be extra good.
When Mingyu comes in the shop the next day he was expecting you to come, he wasn't going to lie about it this time.
It might seem silly but he never really got over his crush on you. There's something about you that he admired so much, even though people said you're the 'ice queen' with your stoic expression and one line answers he thinks you're just always straight to the point.
He never harbored hard feelings even after you rejected him, he understood your reasons. He knew you were focused on your studies but he just wanted to shoot his shot.
That day when he asked you, he already saw you in the gym before the game. He thought you were going to watch only for you to disappear a few minutes before they started, he chased after you with high hopes only to be handed his heart back in a few pieces. But even then he still liked you, he continued on admiring you from afar. Cheering you on your academic victories and cheering for you on your graduation day when you gave out your valedictorian speech.
He liked watching you achieve your goals, you always had that laser focus and determination. The entire class knew you deserved it.
Now a decade later, you're still the same in some ways. The night during the reunion party, he didn't expect to see you there. You didn't age a day, you still look so beautiful. You now carry this confident but reserved aura around you, he admits he was a bit intimidated to approach you so he thanks Dokyeom for being there.
The day passed by and still no sign of you, when he turns the open sign over to close he lets out the biggest sigh. Looking at the last slice of cake on the stand, ironically very similar to him. Waiting for you to come by.
He's busy mopping the floors to notice he didn't lock the front door, you just got out of work and decided to check if the cafe was still open. The sign said closed but you spot Mingyu inside so you try to knock on the glass door but he couldn't hear you so you let yourself in.
You walk closer to where he was before tapping him on the back making the tall man jump up in the air with mop in hand.
Mingyu turns around, holding his hand to his chest as he looks at you blinking back at him "Fuck you scared the shit out of me, sorry" he mumbles the apology after letting a few curses out
"Sorry, I didn't mean too. I knocked but you couldn't hear. Uhm is it a bad time?"
"No, I mean no it's good. I was just cleaning up. Do you want anything?" he asks you, putting the mop in the bucket before walking towards the counter with you following. He stands by the cashier while you stand on the other side
You spot the last piece of cake like it's calling your name, Mingyu following your gaze. Smiling to himself while he waits for your order.
"I'll get the last piece of chocolate cake, please. Hoshi recommended it yesterday and it was really food. Glad I got the last one" you smile
Little did you know he made that recipe with you in mind. He knew you liked chocolate cakes. "Chocolate cake coming up, anything else? Our cookies are good too, let me get some for you"
"As long as you let me pay for it"
"Not a chance, miss" Mingyu smirks, putting the remaining cookies in a box along with the cake before walking back to face you
"Not this again, you already got it for me the last few times I was here. How will you run a business if you keep on giving it out for free"
"I don't always do it" Mingyu shrugs
"Just let me pay please" you say giving him your card but he just pushes it back
"No"
"Mingyu"
He smiles, looking over at you. For a second you were taken back by his stare. The only way you can describe it was sweet, he looked so sweet like the cake he baked. He looked so soft and gentle like he wouldn't break a heart.
"Come back next time, I'll let you pay"
"You said that the last time"
"Then keep coming back, maybe one day I'll let you" he confidently tells you, the underlying message of wanting to see you again lies in the air. He holds his breath waiting for your next words,
"If you don't let me pay the next time, I won't come back" you threaten him cutely, finally taking the bag from him. Mingyu smiles walking to the other side to walk you out.
Before you reach the door you stop, "Actually, there's something I need to tell you" you turn to look up at him
"Go ahead, I'm listening"
You take a few seconds, again surprised with how he's staring right at you. Like he's seeing all of you.
"I would like to apologize for what happened before, you know the whole rejection thing. I know it's a bit overdue, actually it's very overdue but I've always wanted to say sorry. Someone asked me if I was in a room full of all the people I liked, who would I run to I said you. That's because I wanted to say sorry... so yea. I'm sorry" you mumble, now you're looking at his chest. Too shy to look at him
"You like me?" Mingyu mumbles
This make you look at him again, "That's all you heard?"
"I mean I appreciate the thought, apology accepted. Now back to my question.. I heard that right, right?"
"You're not wrong"
You and your one liner answers.
"So how many are there in the room" he asks, now he's teasing you. You can't help but scowl at him, rolling your eyes.
"It's a very short list and you're missing my point"
"No I get it, and no need to apologize. I respect your decision back then and I still do now. No need to say sorry over that, no hard feelings" he smiles at you.
Mingyu wanted to reach out and hold your hand but he stops himself. He didn't want to mess this again with you, if this is finally his second chance then he's not going to do anything to mess it up.
"I really am, it's been 10 years but I just wanted to tell you that. So yea.. that's uh that's all"
"Can I ask something?"
"What?" you ask back "Who else would be in the room with me, do I know the others"
"Oh my gosh! It's a very short list"
He laughs at your answer, reaching up to tuck the loose hair than fell on your face behind your ear.
"I believe you, tell me about it next time you get coffee"
"Seriously making me rethink about coming back here" you pout, this made Mingyu's heart pound like crazy. A hundred shots of espresso got nothing on you. Only you can make him feel this way, so alive.
"I'll bake you a cake" he bargains
"Chocolate?"
"All yours, on the house"
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Neo Gothic IV
Summary: Spencer invites you to stay with him whilst you are being targetted. The journey of emotions is one you did not expect.
A/N: IM SORRY ITS SO LATE I HAD SO MUCH WORK TO DO She isn't proofread but she is LONG so i hope you enoy!
18+ Series! Mentions of murder and death.
SPENCER REID REQUESTS ENCOURAGED AND WANTED
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 5 / Masterlist / Bibliography
Spencer hasn't left your side since he parked his car in the BAU's parking lot. A lingering gaze around the room as he guides you with a soft hand, ghosting your lower back. He sits you down on a plush chair in Hotch's office, sending Penelope to fetch tea whilst he briefs Hotch on what he thinks the next steps should be. Never straying further than 3 feet away.
Meanwhile, you were still in a state of terror induced silence.
The memeory of Spencer so methodically opening that box, his almost clinical response, as if this was a normal day for him. It scared you to death. Blinking away the image of the dead raven was nearly impossible as you stared, glazed eyes pointed to the rough grey carpet. The poems once macabre comfort, noe turned sour as the stanzas float through your mind, You'd analysed this poem to death. You know the meaning behind it, all thee knowledge you had on poe began to spin throigh your head like a whirlwhind, trying to find any other meaning in the words-
"Here." Spencer's soft voice broke you from your trance, blinking away the dryness behind your eyes, you gingerly take the tea from him, taking a small sip. Spencer is crouched before you, one hand on your knee as he casts a concerned gaze to you through a furrowed brow. Hotch had left at this point, leaving the pair of you alone whilst he organises the team.
After a moment, you finally broke the silence you had kept since your abject discovery.
"The poem... It's about love. But love of a twisted kind. One that persists after death..." Your pace began to pick up as all your previous thoughts come fourth "It's about how strong love can be, hell he climbs into her grave in the end, that's what a sepulchre is you know? a tomb. and he called me 'Sanguinary' that's bloodshed, like a lot- a lot of blood- Spencer- Oh my God, does that mean he want's to spill my blood- Oh my God"
By the end, you have begun a terror filled tyrade, with all your fear and adrenaline coming to the forefront and begging to wreck your body with stilted sobs, the threat of hyperventing . Spencer has leaned forward, grabbign the mug from your hand whilst softly shushing you. Placing his hands softly on your shoulders, he squeezes so slightly, trying to bring you back from the ledge.
"Shhhh... It's ok. We're going to figure this out. The team is going to look over everything again okay? Just breathe with me." Softly, he ran his hands downyour arms, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he took slow deep breathes with you. Eventually, your sobs have stilted, and your breath returns to a normal pace. Spencer holds your hands in his "It's going to be okay, You're safe. I promise."
"But... Where am I going to stay? My... My house is a crime scene, and I can't even go back because now i'm being targeted by some guy who liked Poe a bit too much!" Pulling your hands from his, you place your head in your hands in frustration, rubbing your temples to ease the stress headache that is threatening to pentrate your brain.
After a moment of silence, Spencer pulls your hands away from your face, oncemore holding them in his. "You can stay at my house, with me. And then we can go to work together, where you'll be safe, and then i'll be there to keep you safe, okay?" His thumb rubbed your hand softly, and after a minute of hesitation you nod. agreeing to stay with spencer seems like your safest option. A moment later, the intimate scene was interupted by Hotch, calling you to go with him. Spencer explains that now you were a target, they will need to interview you to find any possible suspects.
Spencer leaves you to go and work with Emily and Derek, Hotch guides you to an interogation room, explaining the setting is purely formality. Sitting across from the pair, you fumble with your ring nervously.
"Y/N, Is there anyone in your life that you may have noticed taking a particular intrest in you in the last 3 months? It might not be in any significant way, maybe small ways." Hotch asks, his brows furrowed with cocnern.
"Think about people in your classes, we know the unsub knows your interest in the gothic as a student, was there any faculty or students who you might have spoken to, maybe even had a study session with?" JJ's voice is soft, kind as she navigates you through the interview. Your thoughts flooded with interactions you have had the past 5 years with your classmates, any significant or not, shaking your head after a moment.
"No, I can't think of anything... I've not made many connections since... since my parents died... I moved here and went head first into my studies, I haven't particularly focused on friendships or relationships until now."
"It could be an interaction as small as you lending them notes. From what we can gather, this unsub has crafted this fantasy around you and your interests. Stalkers like this can be triggered by even the tiniest moment of kindness." Hotch gazes at you softly, calmly probing you for information. After another moment, a small memory emerges.
"There was this guy... Tyler Jones. He worked with me as a TA in my undergrad, we both study the field. He asked me out once but I said no... He didnt ask again so I forgot about it. But he was really into the gothic, almost more than me."
When you mentioned a name, JJ had Garcia run it. She quickly discovered that Tyler had been studying his masters in Texas. This revaltion shook you, and most of the team quickly moved to locate him. As the three of you went to leave, JJ held your shoulder, causing you to pause
"Where are you staying?" Her voice was kind, still carrying the soft tone that everyone seemed to be coddlying you with.
"Im staying with Spencer actually, he offered before." JJ gives you a small smile, and pats your arm softly
"I've never seen him take to someone so quickly." She smiles "He's never like this with anyone new." Confusion painted your features for a moment, and with her impressive profiling skills, she of course caught that.
"You know he's a big germaphobe right? I saw him comforting you before, do you know how long it took him to get comftorble enough for him to even give me a handshake?" She laughs lightly, causing a ghost of a smile to find your features. Spencer had never shown you any indication of that, obviously. It's doubtful you would've noticed if JJ hadn't just told you. Before the conversation could continue, Spencer joins you both
"Y/N, I'm going to take you back to my apartment. Emily and Garcia are going to yours to grab some things for you, but right now we don't need much else from you, so i convinced Hotch to let us go early, Only if that's ok with you!" He begins a ramble of his own about your options, causing you and JJ to share a look of amusment. You interupt him with a small nod of your head, and a goodbye to JJ before Spencer leads you away, gathering your things before taking you to his apartment
The car ride felt odd for some reason. Either the situation of some random psycho sending you dead birds, rife with symbolism of deadly obsession, but you chose to focus on the fact that this was odd because it was the first time you were going to Spencer's apartment, instead of yours.
The ride was relatively quiet until you had turned on the radio, settling for a station playing old rock. There was silence otherwise, but there was also no tension past the obvious, there was an ease of nature between you two.
Eventually pulling to the curb, he leads you to through the old building, and into his apartment. The place embodied Spencer, The dark green walls barley visible through the expanse of bookcases, that were still too little to hold the amount of books he owned, with the remainder littering any other surface that was possible. The ebony wood of his furniture absorbed most of the light, with Spencers solution being a small army of lamps illuminating any corners that were eclipsed. Coffee and Patchouli, the scent of old books all comforted you immediatly, and you momentarily forgot your woe in the warm embrace of the domestic life of Spencer Reid.
Guiding you to his worn leather sofa, spencer exits to make the two of you tea. The day had quickly gotten away from you, the horror of the raven, the terror of being targeted, made the hours fly by and you noticed the time was nearer to Dinner than lunch, and that reminder caused a surprisng growl to erupt from your stomach. Whipping around at the sound of a laugh, you spot Spencer holding two mugs of steaming tea, slowly moving towards the sofa
"I guess dinner is probably a good idea, considering we missed lunch in the panic" placing your mug in front of you, he takes the place beside you. Sipping from his cup whilst eyeing you, gaguing your mental state.
"We could order in? It'll be my treat, as a thank you." This was the first time you had spoken since arriving, not out of horror this time, but from simple pensive thought. Though now, you were happy to focus on Spencer, and forget about the wider world outside his door. Spencer begtins to argue with you, but you're already arguing. Eventually, he submits and allows you to order you both pizza.
Emily and Pen eventually arrive to drop off your things, only stopping by briefly before they go to track down Tyler. They give you a tight hug each, before promising to do all they can. Penelope is far more concerned than you currently are, finding solace in your situation. Silver linings on all clouds exist after all...
Settling on the couch once more, Spencer turns his head to you.
"So, I guess this throws a wrench in our date plans?" He had a sheepish demenour, he was sat in one corner, facing you, whilst you sat with your legs tucked up underneath yourself in the other. Quirking your head to side you raise a brow of inquisition
"Why does it?" Is all you state simply, confusing the man beside you
"Well, I don't think it's a good diea if you go out, the unsub could follow you, and we can't do much here..." His lips form a small line, he was clearly dissapointed by the prediciment but trying not to show it.
"Why does it have to? A date is quality time after all... Hell, we could have a date tonight if we liked." Softly speaking, you shuffle towards him, closing the small gap and placing your hand on hiS "Pizza nad a movie night, under blankets, cuddling, that sounds far better to me than a fancy restraunt."
Spencer gives you a soft smile, and thinks for a moment "I think we can do that... What do we need to do?" Shifting in your position, any fear is forgotten as you eagerly explain to Spencer the idea, get into your pyjamas, pig out on pizza, talk, joke, and watch a movie. He seems caught of guard by simplicity but eagerly agrees. Changing into pyjamas, obviously picked by Penelope, as eahc pair packed are all variations of cartoon pyjamas that had been gifted to you years ago. Of course, still beggars cant be choosers, putting on your pyjamas in the bathroom, you exit to see Spencer setting up the couch with blankets and pillows. He has a loose FBI Academy tshirt on, and plain grey joggers. The pizza is on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and eventually, Spencer turns to see you watching him. He gives you a smile.
He has turned off the lights, leaving only a lamp or two lit. The cosy enviroment has made you long forget any terror, forcing you to focus on the man in front of you.
"Did I do it right?" He asks shyly as you make your way over to him, with a smile you pull him into a hug.
"It's perfect." He pulls you closer before you break a part, sitting beside one another.
The first movie is your choice, a Hammer House of Horror retelling of Elizabeth Bathory, the Vampire Countess. Spencer enjoys telling you the historical innacuracies, but you don't bother telling him you knew this already. Enjoying his enthusiasm on the topic much more. By the end of the movie, the pair of you are hip to hip.
The second is Spencer's choice. It's a film in French, that has no english dubbing. He thinks you'd enjoy it for its horror elements, and he offers to translate it for you. He pulls you in close to him, arm around your figure as he whispers softly in your ear.
By the third movie, it is late. The pair of you debate the practicality of a third film at this hour. He reassurse you Hotch has given him leave to guard you when you worry about how early he has to wake up, and you sooth his worry at the fact you may not rest. You assure him that after the events of today, you would rather watch films with him rather than your alternative of replaying the image of that raven, and igniting your fears once more.
The third movie is a shared choice, after a few minutes of searching, you discover a new release that intrigues you both. His arm is still around you as the film plays, and there is a quiet calm. Your head is laid against his chest, and you tune into his steady heartbeat. His hands trace ghosts of symbols on your skin, causing small goosbumps to form in their wake. There is a domestic bliss in this moment, as this was the most natural position for the pair of you, that you were meant to fit perfectly under his arm like this. Like, the pair of you were the creatures that Plato had described all those years ago. A perfect pair.
"This is the best date i've ever been on" You mutter softly, eyes still looking to the screen. Spencer looks down to you on his shoulder, a small smile gracing his lips.
"I think I can make it better though." His voice is almost a whisper, his confidence wavering slightly as he spoke. Moving to meet his gaze, you find him with a look of adoration in his eyes. Blinking, you hum in response to encourge him to continue. Slowly, he moves to meet your lips, placing a slow, chaste kiss where he lands. It is so tender, it surprises you. After the gruffness of the events of today, you welcome the tenderness of his lips, and return it best you can. The kiss lasts a few slow, passionate moments, before you break for air. The pair of you are awestruck by one another, film now forgotten as you lean in to kiss him again.
This time, the kiss was more feverish, more animalistic as your toungues meet. They begin to dance slowly before fignting for dominance. The kiss escalates, whilst you lie back in the sofa, his arms move to support himself on eitherside of your body. Your hads find his hair as one of his hands lightly traces your side.
When the two of you break oncemore, you are both short of breath. Spencer leans over you, panting lightly as he stares at your form, that same awestruck look painting his features once more.
"You're sublime." He whispers before dipping to kiss you softly again.
Spencer's words, his actions, are so careful and kind. He is calculated in a way that shows his appreciation for you rather than a want for your utility. He has worshipped you every moment he has been able to, and clearly has been for a long time. The safety and satisfaction that Spencer lends you in his pressance is made up of pure adoration for you.
Once the pair of you finally find your attention back on the film, you are both lost on the plot. It is now the early hours of the morning, and the subject of bed sharing was never brought up. But, as if it was your most natural state, he simply leads you to his bedroom, where you both fall asleep together once more, mirroring your positions from the hotel. His arm, protecitve around your waist, and you, snuggled tightly into his chest. This was a habit you were beggining to become used to.
As morning light creeped through Spencers heavy cuurtains, you stirred awake. The weight of his arm was still heavy agaisnt your waist, in the night you had turned away from him, ending up with your back perfecttly curved against his front as he snored lightly. It was the type of morning you fantasise about, the sun shining, birds twittering, yet you couldn't ignore the terror that haunted you any longer.
Last night, you had clung to the distraction of your date with Spencer. The night was everything you had dreamt of, the pair of you had talked all night about anything, and everything. But, that raven haunted the back of your mind.
Why would you be a victim? You knew from the team that stalkers psychology wasn't rational, but you had been a practical loner during your time studying. Study sessions with classmates, and maybe a casual conversation here and there, but no significant interactions besides Tyler sprung to mind. Most nights were spent alone, in obscurity in the crowd.
Then, you tried to look at yourself from a clinical perspective. What traits might draw in a gothic obbsessor to you?
A few moments passed whilst you complied this list in your mind, analysing yourself against every gothic story you knew.
A tight squeeze from behind you broke from your thoughts, as Spencer pulled you closer to him. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, and a small smile found its way to your lips. Turning in his hold, your eyes met his drowsy ones, still half lidded. You utter a soft good morning, which he returns by kissing your forehead softly.
"Good morning... Have you been up long?" His voice is laced still with dreams, rough but soft.
"Not long. Just been thinking..." Keeping your voice low, you try not to break the tender moment between the two of you. He hums whilst reaching a hand softly from your side and up to your cheek.
"What about?"
"Just..." Your voice stilted, trying to find the words "Just trying to think why I might be a target... From a Gothic perspective that is... Why would I be chosen for this?"
"Maybe he saw something in you that reminded him of a story he read, or a character he liked. It wont be anything you could control though..." His hand is softly stroking yoour cheek, he is more alert now. Trying to soothe you from any worry that may be awaking with you.
"I think I figured it out..." Voice still soft, barely a whisper. You were afraid to admit it outloud, but you had figured it must be this. Spencer nods for you to continue.
"I think it's because I fit the archetype of the tragic gothic heroine. You know, the damsel in distress?" Pausing to organise your thoughts, Spencer simply waits, still softly stroking your cheek. "Im an orphan... Both my parents died when I was 19, I had to stop school for a while because of that... And now im alone, in a place where I moved without knowing a single soul. My past..." Again, another pause, your voice catches in your throat. Emotion now taking over.
A part of your past you tried not to touch was your parents death. It wasn't as if you hid it, it was just too painful a memory to recall. Tears well in your eyes as you recalln the night you discovered them, lifeless and bloody in your childhood home. Spencer moves to sit up, bringing you up with him. He cradles you in his arms as you lean softly on his legs for support. He rubs soothing circles on your arm as you gather the courage to share.
"When I was 19, I was in my second year of college... I came home for a surprise visit one weekend, and when I got home, it was empty. It was weird, my parents would be sat in the living room watching tv usually at that time, you know? So... So I called out to them. I searched the house when I didn't get a response from the. There was no sign of anything, it was like they had completely dissapered. Then I thought, You know maybe they're both in the storm sellar. My dad. H-He had turned it into a workshop, he liked to make things... He made me a great desk once, I still have it. But... But maybe I thought he wanted to show mum his new creation, so that's why they didn't hear me, you know?" Tears had began to fall, you were becoming frantic now, trying to get the facts of your parents death out before you could shy away. "I was right, they were both down there... I'll never forget the... The smell when I opened the shutters... We lived quite remote, they were quiet people, you know? So no body hearing from them wasn't strange, so when I got there... It had been 3 weeks." A loud sob broke from you and spencer pulled you closer to him, still soothing you.
"Maybe you can carry on later?" His voice softly penetrated through your own terror, but you shook your head, pulling away from him and sitting straight facing him.
"No, no I need to tell you or I never will... They were murdered. They... They had been held at gunpoint, and torutured for days..." you were trembling, but your eyes never broke from spencer's as you rushed your tale "I... The things he did... Then he killed them. He... He made my dad watch as decapitated my mother before doing the same to him. They left them like a display...." Spencer moved to hold you. You were now a wreck of shaking cries and laboured breath as you finally broke down in his arms. The man holding you was in abject shock, things beggining to make sense to him now.
The aversion to the crime scene photos wasn't due to being squeamish, it was because of the reminder of your parents. He would've also put money on the fact that your intrest in the Gothic was actually a subconcious need to find logic in your parents murder. It is after all, a historic genre of metaphorical trauma, the illustrations of mankinds sins.
"Im so sorry, angel..." He hushed you, rocking you slowly and petting your hair. He continued this motion, cardling you like a colicy child, until you finally were composed enough to continue. Eyes red and puffy, skin blotchy and red from the intensity of your cries. Almost afraid to ask, Spencer moved forward with his questions "Did they catch their killer?"
A small no was your only response "Death penalty..." was all you whispered. He took this as encouragment to further his line of questioning "Did you go to therapy?"
"Still do..."
"Where's the rest of your family?"
"It's just me, now..."
"So, how long have you bottled this up? You... You said you aren't very social, you don't date... When was the last time that you- That you let go like that?"
His question caught you off guard, but you couldn't recall the last time you had cried so hard over your parents. The thought of them was one you avoided. It only brought up memories of that storm cellar, the smell, the decay... Maggots unsettled you in a visceral way now, as did flies. You would see them in eveything, but the thought of their coporeal form was one that would rarely linger in your concious, lest the threat of their dismembered bodies haunt your mind once more. Though you loved them deeply, for your own protection you had tried to forget them in another state.
Spencer took your silence as an answer before pulling you up, he began to lead you into the living room before making quick work of getting you a glass of water. Here, you sat with him most of the day whilst he asked questions about your past, your family, your parents. You told him about how you'd grown up on the outskirts of a small town, that you were always a fan of ghost stories and would get in trouble for reading too much in lessons. Spencer was ammused by that, he was totuched to discover that your furniture in your apartment were actually pieces that your father had made, and you had brought with you. Sharing stories of holliday memories with your mother baking, even recalling the negative. Your parents arguments, the nasty things they'd say in their fury. The occasinal military style punishment you had underwent, but that also brought fourth the memories of your parents guilt, how they would show how much they'd truly love you after wards. They were imperfect, but that wasn't a problem.
Sharing wasn't only on you, Spencer shared with you his mothers condition. He told you about how he had to admit her into a home when he was just 18, The troubles he has had trying to navigate becoming the carer of the person who is meant to care for him. Tears, laughter, joy, and strife were shared between you, as you both lazed the day away, in hazy nostalgia of each others past.
In the middle of Spencer's story about his acrobatic exploits as a child, his phone rang. Excusing himself to answer, he stood a few steps away from you, just outside the door of the living room.
Moments later, he returned with a pale face. Curiosity combined with fear as you stood to walk over to him. Gingerly, you called his name.
"What happened?" He was silent for a moment, almost afraid to meet your eyes.
"Another box was delivered to your apartment today..."
Quirking a brow, you felt your heart beat quicken.
"Another raven?"
When Spencer didn't answer, and kept his eyes glued to your feet, you grew even more concerned.
"Spencer?" Your tone was impatient, but quivered still
He took a small deep breath
"It was the head of Tyler Jones."
Part 5 soon...
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dark red / haitani rindou
prequel
There's an itching silence in the air begging to be broken. Wants you to speak. Wants him to speak. Wants you both to talk.
You only stare at each other.
This winter was going to be a rough one, you immediately thought ä¸ after waking up in the hospital with no memories of how you got there, why you ended up in that state, and why you don't remember anything.
Your mother was there when you woke up ä¸ held your hand when you were crying in your sleep about God-knows-what, mumbling something that sounded so incoherent to her, but she swore has never seen you cry like this in front of her since you were a child.
She had seemed a little different to you. A little older, chubbier, with more wrinkles around her eyes and the grey in her hair much more prominent than yesterday.
Yesterday?
"What day is it today?" You remember asking her as soon as you'd gained consciousness and felt her wipe your tears away with a soft towel. You heard the weather forecast talking about possible snowfall later that evening.
You see the smile on your mother's face drop.
It was still summer yesterday.
She looks sad. In agony, even.
There is no way.
"It's the 2nd of December, my love." She says very, very softly. "Christmas is coming soon."
And she cries.
It was really cold out today. It wasn't snowing when you left the house. You'd expected and looked forward to be home dry and cozy still after running errands for Ma. You wanted to continue watching your movie before she'd knocked on your door and made you put on your jacket to buy something for her at the store.
And then it decides to snow all around just when a bomb gets dropped on you while you least expect it.
You're angry.
You're filled with fury. You were raging when you'd dropped everything on your mind and dragged the poor guy home with you out of impulse. He said he loved you before. That makes you both each other's exes ä¸ you've dated him, he's dated you.
You loved each other, and you don't remember a single thing about it at all.
Like what the hell do you mean you still love me? We've broken up. There's no way, Rindou ä¸ or whatever his name is.
You don't trust this man one bit.
Which is why you'd dragged him along with you, plastic bag full of groceries now in his hands after he'd snatched it right out of yours. It was swinging around as you stomped, making this huge noise around the area and he wanted to laugh so bad. "Honey, please." You remember hearing him plead behind you, trying to coax you into calming down and listening to him, but he still follows behind you nonetheless ä¸ letting you pull him along while he watches out for cars and bikes and also apologising on your behalf to other pedestrians when you step into their space as a means to hurry home.
(He has never been one to apologise, only nodding or bowing his head a little as a gesture, but that has changed ever since he met you.)
"Don't call me that. I don't trust you at all. Who knows if you might be lying to me, you kidnapper. I'm going to report you to the police. You're going to jail." You spat.
He sighed, and then he realised the path you were both taking.
Back to your house.
You just said you didn't trust him, so why are you dragging him back to your house?
You'd thought of it too seconds into walking and you'd come to a conclusion that you don't really know why either.
Maybe it's because you really didn't trust him just like you said, so you want to drag him to your mother and make him look her in the eyes and say that he loves you ä¸ he still loves you ä¸ just to prove he isn't lying. You want to hear it from your mom ä¸ she has been the only person you can trust ever since leaving the hospital with an empty heart and a blank mind.
A tug at your hand pulls you out of your head.
"Honey..." He's back at it again. "You're gonna hurt your hand like this." He notes at the way you are grabbing onto his hand and pulling harshly. And you know it too ä¸ you are going to strain your muscle if you don't let go soon, but you just can't help it.
Just another turn and you'll arrive.
"Hushhhh. I'm going to expose you for the liar you are, Rindou-kun. Just you wait." You frown.
Perhaps you are feeling this way because you are guilty. Guilty for not remembering him ä¸ guilty for not being able to remember the man who has loved you with all his heart despite that it has only been 2 years.
Yet a part of you suspects there is another reason as to why you are so angry at him. There is an unknowing itch in your heart that you just can't seem to figure out what it is.
You keep calling him a liar. You keep saying you can't trust him.
Was it true?
"Mom," you swing the front door open and kick off your boots. "Mama." You yell for her. Rindou huffs behind of you and place both bags down on the floor after entering your cozy home, and he immediately spots the flowery dark blue blanket on the kotatsu your mother is sitting on.
"Yes, baby? You're back." She had been knitting while watching TV, and she looks back at you expectantly, probably expecting something surprising after hearing your rushed voice calling out for her.
And then she sees him behind of you.
"Madam."
Haitani Rindou, the man who she believed to be her daughter's endgame. Live in flesh, and he's so out of breath just as you are.
"Rindou...!" She gasps, and then she rushes up to him to pull him into a hug, her mission to finish knitting her blanket long forgotten as she busies herself with him. "Goodness, I swear! You've gotten buffer now! How have you been? And why are you both together... again?!"
You think you want to faint.
The silence is menacing ä¸ mocking you for being so hot-headed, mocking him for being such a coward.
Your mother had taken the liberty to finish her knitting upstairs in her room to give you both space to talk in the living room, where you're snuggled in the same blanket she had been warming up in earlier.
He stares at it for such a long time before helping you to cover your shoulder, making sure you're warm after all the activity out there in the cold earlier.
It warms him enough to know that your mother still uses the blanket he got for her despite knowing he isn't part of your family anymore.
He sits behind you in silence, legs sprawled out on the floor with his coat draped over his lap.
You turn your head to him a little. From the corner of your eyes you see him rubbing his palms together before blowing onto them. It didn't feel right to leave him out there while you're in here all warm and cozy (and a bit ready to fall asleep).
"Come here," you open up the blanket to him and look at him expectantly. He shakes his head, "it's alright. You're cold."
"You're cold." You open it up further and turn your body towards him fully.
"I'm fine, honey."
"...Just come here, would you?" You raise your voice and frown, annoyed that he isn't listening to you.
He stuns for a moment when he thinks you sound a little too familiar, before cracking a smile and crawling into the blanket with you.
"Was that so hard? You're so stubborn as always..." He listens as you mumble and nag and tuck him in before finally succumbing to the warmth (and the closeness).
The two of you sit like that for a few minutes in another wave of silence while watching your cat toss and turn on the floor in front of you.
There isn't much to describe the situation you're in with him. It may seem boring to the ordinary people who have no idea what you're both going through ä¸ just two exes sitting next to each other for warmth, a little too close together for exes, but still considered fine nonetheless.
But you don't consider it fine. It is not boring at all. Your heart hurts at the same time it feels fulfilled. There is so much running through your head that you don't feel like thinking anymore. You feel like you have found what you have been searching for all this while. You think it is him.
You want him.
Yet he feels so foreign.
But you never want to feel so lonely again.
"Rin." You turn to him and you look him in the eyes.
You can tell there is a lot of hurt and pain hidden inside those violets when he closes the gap between the two of you and bumps your forehead together.
And then it occurs to you that you'd called him 'Rin'. It'd just escaped your mouth with no hesitation at all. It felt so normal to call him that.
"Yes, honey?" He whispers to you.
You suppress a smile itching to form on your lips. "Have you always been this cheesy? Honey?" You let it form anyway when he smirks.
"Nah... But you always liked it when I called you that." He pulls away from you and reaches a hand up to comb through your hair ä¸ flattened out a few flyaways and fixed your hairline a little.
And while he is busying himself with you, the turtleneck that he is wearing has been looking a little suspicious to you, you realise. You haven't been able to tear your eyes away from the collar. There is a burning urge in you to pull it down and see what happens when you do.
So you do just that.
You reach a hand up, dip your pointer into the collar while feeling up the soft black cashmere against your skin, and you pull.
He lets you, surprisingly. Perhaps there really is nothing to be suspicious about it ä¸ it is true that your radar has been a little off since losing your memories. Perhaps you just felt like being a tease. Maybe you have always done this to him in the past when you were both still dating.
You haven't asked him why yet.
"Why did we ever break up?" You ask him softly.
You feel his Adam's apple bob when his neck is exposed to the air ä¸ to your eyes.
There is a fine-lined box, rectangular and long, tattooed onto his neck. Parts of it are filled up with a really dark black ink and it moves as he swallows.
You try rubbing it off and he coughs when you press too hard on his throat.
You remember seeing this symbol the night after you'd woken up and was still in recovery in the hospital. Shown as the headline news as the reporter speaks about recent gang activity going berserk.
"The largest crime syndicate of Japan is found to be directly involved in recent gang activities happening around Tokyo. The organisation who has been engaging in criminal acts on the low is now on the loose publicly for causing two car accidents on the Tokyo Expressway which has killed two lives and the third victim hospitalised in a comatose state, a result from two members of the syndicate fleeing from the police on said expressway after a raid in their warehouse located in Azabu. Both instigators are still on the loose for murder and drug trafficking, though authorities have managed to identify one member of the gang during the raid who is suspected to be of high authority. Testimony from eye-witnesses have stated that the man has bright pink hair with diamond-shaped scars on both sides of his mouth, often spotted with a traditional katana."
"Oh."
You slump.
"Honey."
You kept saying he was a liar.
"Listen to me."
You kept saying you can't trust him.
So it is true.
"...Too late, Haitani."
You feel a little something press against your forehead. It's hard and it hurts you when it presses even harder.
The both of you have been so engrossed in each other, with you focusing on your memories and remembering being lied to, and him finding out if there is any way, any at all, to not make you leave him again-
"Told'cha to hide her before I kill her."
-Too engrossed to notice that a man has entered your home, and is currently holding a gun to your head as he stands behind Rindou with a hand tucked into his pocket.
Bright pink hair, diamond-shaped scars on both sides of his mouth.
"Bye-bye, pretty girl." He mocks in a sickening grin.
byeeeee
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hello
can you write paul x reader
reader is bella older sister
and she is the opposite of bella like she is extroverted and loves fashion and short skirts yk like this vibe (i imagine her like megan fox in jennifer's body) , paul imprinted on her so bad but in the first she wasn't interested in him but than she slowly likes him cuz he always try his best to get her
Heart shaped locket
You stare at Bella as if she is CRAZY! "Shopping? You?" Your eyebrow is raised to the heavens.
Yes, you've already graduated, and you're older than Bella. But let's be real, in this economy, you're staying with your dad, Charlie. Just until you can get on your feet.
Bella laughs and stares off through the kitchen. "Yeah.. yeah I just really have to.. get my mind off of Edward." She sighs.
You roll your eyes. "Bella, how many times do I have to repeat myself? He's ugly. He's weird. And you're still in high school! Let's turn the page, babe." You put a hand on your hip.
She shifts her feet before looking at you sternly. "You've never experienced love."
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"Child, can you take this to Billy's? Jake's got mono." You turn from the sink and see your dad on the table, getting ready to leave for work. He's holding a case of beer. "Don't get too close. Me and the man can't hang out until Jake is better." He scratches his beard.
"Okay, dad." You pat his shoulder and grab the case from his hands.
You get in your car and then drive to Billy's house. Gosh, you remember Jake and Bella playing around the mud and pissing you off.
You make it there and knock on the door. You take your top and cover your nose and mouth and then back up a bit.
The door opens, and there stands a smiling Billy. "Kid, you're fine. Uncover your mouth, I'm not sick." He laughs.
You laugh and drop your shirt back on your chest. "If you can't go to the store, then obviously it's serious enough for me to-"
Bella's truck speeds in, parking next to your car. She walks up to you guys. "Where's Jake?" She asks.
Billy looks at you and then her. "He's sick." He says.
Bella pushes past him. "Sorry."
Billy turns, calling her name. You grab the end of your hair and awkwardly play with it. Billy sighs and turns back to face you. Then, you hear whistling. You look over and see the Uley gang.
Next thing, Bella is walking over there.
Oh shit.
"BELLA MARIE!" You call out. You step on the wet grass, following her. Your headband starts falling off, and you stop to adjust it. "Damn it." You hiss.
You hear something from the guys, and you look up. Paul is fuming. You are in fear of Bellas safety so you just drop your headband and run over there.
"Y/n! Bella!" Sam says. "Get back." He warns.
You get next to Bella and grab her arm. But, Paul changes into a wolf. He stomps his feet and roars.
You fall back on the ground with Bella. You look at her. "Really?! Why are you always in shit?!"
Jacob runs out and turns as well. The two wolves fight into the woods. You sigh and stand up, adjusting your skirt and shirt.
"Take them to Emily's." Sam says.
"The wolf's out of the bag." Embry says.
----
"Oh, Emily!" You hug her as you and the three others walk inside the house.
She hugs you back, smiling. "Goodness, y/n. You're adorable as always." She giggles.
"Yeah, well, not feeling it. I just saw dudes shift into wolves, so that was interesting." You reply.
Bella walks in.
"Who's this?" Emily asks.
"Bella, my sister." You roll your eyes.
"Oh, you're the vampire girl." She says.
Vampires?!
"Damn, am I in a movie or something?" You groan and sit at the table where Embry and Jared sit.
The guys and Bella start talking, and you sit and listen. It all makes sense. Geez.
Jacob and Paul come inside, and Jacob tells Bella to go outside with him. Paul sits down, apologizes to Bella, and then eats a muffin.
You look over the guy, observing him. He doesn't see you.
"Does it hurt when you shift?" You ask.
He looks up at you and then stops moving. The muffin he grabbed in his hands fell and crumble on the table. You awkwardly stare back. Embry and Jared start laughing.
Sam walks in, snapping Paul out of it. He looks down at the table and then smiles. "Not too bad." He finally responds.
"It sounds like it hurts."
Sam looks over at Paul and then you.
"Yup, poor guy. He's now locked down." Jared says.
"Huh?" You ask.
"Ignore the boys." Emily says in your ear.
---- (The cullens come back - Eclipse)
You wake up, get dressed, and do your makeup. You're sitting in front of your vanity doing your hair when Bella barges in. You turn to the door and look at her. "What?" You ask.
"Paul wants to see you." She says.
"Uh huh." You reply, turning back to your mirror and doing your hair.
"Jacob says he imprinted on you." She continues.
"Really." You don't care.
"Just talk to the guy." Bella says.
"I don't take orders from girls who wear a flannel every day." You eye her outfit from your mirror.
"Y/n, really. The guy's gonna go insane."
"Fine." You sigh. "I'll text Emily and get his number."
And that, you did. You got his number. You messaged him, "y/n." That was it. But he texted back. You haven't read it yet. You're too busy with your friend, Sandra, shopping.
She holds up a pair of shoes. You think for a minute. "You had to think too long. It's a no." She sets them back down.
Your phone in your purse starts buzzing. You frantically get it and see that it's Paul. "Hang on, love." You tell your friend. You answer it. "Hey."
"Hey, y/n! Are you busy?" He asks.
"Yup! Shopping!"
"Oh, okay! I'll catch you another time." He says.
"No, give me the tea. You've got me all curious." You say.
"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me today?" He sounds shy.
Which is odd, considering you grew up around them because of your dad being friends with Billy and Harry. Fun fact! You used to help change Seth's diapers.
"Uh.." You look over at Sandra, who's smirking.
"Yes. I can. Where?" You ask.
"A date?" He asks.
"No! No date." You giggle.
"Oh uh.." He sounds awkward.
"We'll just hang out at the beach later." You say.
-----
Paul walks closer to you on the sand. "Hey, beautiful." He smiles.
"Hey." You smile back.
As he gets closer, you feel the warmth. Wolf shit. He opens his arms and wraps you up in a hug. You gently put your hands on his waist and softly pat.
"Alright." You pull away and look at him. "I know you imprinted on me, don't worry, I'm keeping my mouth shut like Bella. But just letting you know, I'm not interested. But I'm we can be friends!" You sit on the sand, crossing your legs.
He sits next to you and looks over your face. "Hmm, is there any way I can change your mind?" He touches your cheek. He moves his face close to yours.
You back away and giggle. "No, sir."
He bites his lip and looks out at the water. "You do realize how an imprint bond works, right?"
"Yup. Sam and Jacob have told all of it. So, I'm willing to be around you any time you need." You pat his bare back. The heat shocks your hand as it was just in the cool air.
You guys sit on the sand and talk about life. He's a very good guy! He's been misunderstood as a person by everyone. Deep down, his heart is big. You've told him about your life, and you two seem to favor each other. But a relationship is not where your head is right now.
----
You stumble on the sidewalk of the city, nearly falling because your heel got stuck on a rock. Paul is quick to grab your waist and hold you up. You look up at him, and his eyes look into yours with adoration.
"Thanks." You smile and hold onto his arm to keep yourself from falling.
"You're welcome, beautiful." He replies.
"Get a room." Jared groans.
Kim, who's on the other side of you, elbows him. You've gotten to know Kim, and she's pretty awesome! You both like the same stuff and hang out a bunch! She invited you to this date but told you Paul begged her to ask you to go.
"It's a nice night. Look at the moon!" Kim gasps.
You look up and see it's full and glowing. "Ooh! Perfect time to take selfies." You turn to her.
She smiles and grabs your arm. You two turn around, and she holds up her phone. You two pose in front of the moon and take pictures as it shines beautifully behind you guys.
Paul watches with his arms crossed. He's so mesmerized. You feel his eyes on you, but you're not paying it any attention. Jared touches his shoulder. Paul snaps out of it and looks at him.
----
You are listening to music and applying your face mask when your door opens. You jump up and look to see your dad.
"Oh, hey, dad." You say.
"Hey, child." He walks in the room and stands next to your vanity where you're sitting. He sets something down on the desk.
You look down and see a rose and a jewelery box. You look up at him, and he crosses his arms.
"Paul Lahote sent these." Charlie says.
You don't respond and look back down at the rose and box.
"I remember being in my twenties and being in love. I had that guy energy." He flexes his arm.
You start laughing and look back in the mirror. "Yeah, well, I'm not into him." You reply.
"Still focused on getting into that school?" He asks.
"Yup! Just one more week and I'll get my letter." You smile up at him.
"Well, if I know anything, you're smart and very driven. I'm always proud of you." He taps your vanity desk before walking out of your room.
You sigh and then wipe off your hands. You reach over to the box and open it up. You gasp at the ring and blink your eyes a few times. Your heart flutters at the fact that Paul knew what to pick for you. It's a touch of him and you. You put the ring on your middle finger.
-----
You sit at the restaurant with your group of girls. There's Chapen, who is a skater type girl, Lilly, she's a nerd, Sandra, she's the diva. She was a bitch cheerleader but kept her cool with you and Lilly. Plus, you were well liked in school. Everyone wanted to be like you. Every guy wanted you. You're used to that but never give in to them. All you want is to go to school, get your job, and then move out of your dad's.
"Please, he's so fine." Sandra looks back at the waiter.
Lilly groans and leans her head back. "Sandra, stop."
"No, you want to know fine? Embry Call." Chapen bites her burger and wiggles her eyebrows.
"Mid." You reply.
"Oh, but you've got Lahote pining for you." Sandra bumps her shoulder into yours.
"Y/n! Really?" Lilly sits up with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah, that's true." You shrug it off.
"God, he's so hot!" Lilly giggles.
----
You walk into Emily's house with Bella. Harry Clearwater just passed and shits going down with a redhead who wants to eat up your sister.
You notice Seth and Leah have shifted too. They both look good! Seth smiles when he sees you and hugs you.
Leah looks pissed off , and you don't blame her. The whole Sam shit plus losing her dad? Damn.
You walk to the dining table and sit down next to Quil, who you've never even met before!
"So, Quilister." You joke.
"I kind of fuck with that nickname." He nods.
Paul comes up behind you and grabs your shoulders. His hands slide down your arms. One hand stops at your elbow, and the other one moves to your hand with the ring he gave you. He touches your fingers. You instantly get goose bumps, and your face heats up.
He notices and leans down to your ear. "You're beautiful."
You gulp.
The rest of the night was fire! You ended up getting shit faced. You, Kim, Emily, and Billy got drunk drunk. Bella and Jacob left after the fire and you don't really care where they went lol.
You slump back on the couch and close your eyes, spinning.
"Y/n, you can stay here tonight if you want." Emily offers.
"No, I'm gonna go to my bed." You smile and then stand up. You're all wobbling.
Paul grabs your waist to help you steady. "I'll drive you." He says.
You press your back into him and look up at his face. "Ya know, I'd let you-", his hand goes over your mouth.
"Alright." He laughs awkwardly and walks you outside.
You sit in your seat and just stare up out of the window. Paul pulls into your house. Your dad is gone at work, and Bella's truck isn't there.
"Is your room upstairs?" Paul asks.
"Yeah, she sure is." You wink at him.
He gets out and pulls you out of your car. You steady yourself and then bend down to take off your shoes.
"They're hurting me." You say.
Paul moves your hands and bends down. "Put your hands on my shoulders." He says.
You do as told, and he takes off your shoes. Then, he lifts you bridal style and goes into the house. He walks you up into your room and gently places you on the bed.
"Paul, don't go." You give him puppy eyes.
"Baby, I have to. I need to protect you. I always will." He touches your cheek.
You rest your face in his hand and then nod your head.
-----
You sit in the bathtub and think about how good Paul was to you last night. You embarrassed yourself, but he was so kind and gentle. You catch yourself looking at the ring on your finger.
Three knocks on the door make you jump. "Yeah?" You call out.
"Hurry up. I have to pack shit to go stay with Alice." You hear Bella call out.
But you know the plan. Her and Edward are staying at the house while everyone else does some shit. Paul has asked you to stay on his land at his house, but you refused.
"Alright, sister. Just a second!" You hurry and finish yourself up and step out. You have a towel wrapped around you and you open the door.
She jumps back and looks at you. "Sorry for interrupting. Are you going to the reservation?" She walks in and grabs her toothbrush and shit.
"Nah." You reply.
"You have to. You're in danger." Bella looks at you.
"Pookie, I stay out of shit unlike you. She wants you, not me." You scoff.
"Well, it'll make me and Paul feel better." She says.
"Fine. I'll go."
----
Paul opens his front door and guides you inside. It's so manly in here. It's clean but like.. manly. It smells like Paul. It's dark with a single lamp on.
"Where do you want your bags?" He asks, holding them up.
"Uhm, the couch." You smile.
He nods his head and gently sets them down on the cushions. "You know you're sleeping in my bed tonight. I'll be out all night. This couch isn't comfortable. I won't let you sleep here." He raises an eyebrow at you.
"Nahhhh, I'm good. I brought my pillow and blanket. I'll make due." You smile.
"Whatever you say, princess." He looks at the kitchen and then smiles. "I got your favorite snacks in there and your favorite drinks. Just make yourself at home." He steps closer to you. "And if you need anything, say my name." He says softly.
You nod your head and blush again. Noooo, why does he keep doing this?!
That night on the couch, you were tossing and turning. You couldn't get comfortable and just kept going back on your phone to watch makeup tutorials. But now you're just too tired. You give up and go into Paul's room.
You lay down on his bed and are so shocked at how comfortable and cloudy it is! You lay your head down on a pillow. Oh gosh, it smells like him. But you feel something underneath you. You pull it out and look. It's a silver necklace with a heart locket. You open the locket, and it has your first initial and a 'P'. You turn on your back and clutch it in your hand.
You jump up from a nightmare of being bitten by Miss Redhead. You're breathing hard and then get out of bed. You go into the living room and see a peaceful sleeping Paul. You gently touch his shoulder. "Paul?"
He groans and opens his eyes before sitting up. "Hey, beautiful. You okay?" He looks over you. His eyes stop at your check and you look down. The necklace.
"Yeah, just surprised you're home. I had a nightmare." You sigh.
He smiles and then pulls you on him. He holds you tightly, and it takes you back for a minute. You end up settling on his chest and feel his body on yours. You feel in the moment and close your eyes in feeling of peace and safety.
"I won't be here long. We have to go to battle." He rubs your back.
You look up at his face. "Will you be okay?"
He smiles and nods his head. "I always am. I'm Paul Lahote." He laughs.
Your eyes move from his and to his lips. He notices and starts to lean in. You back away and then stand up. "Sorry, uh." You chuckle.
"Hey, it's okay." His eyes scan you.
----
You sit on his bed, painting your nails, waiting for him to come back. Bella doesn't have her phone, but you know she's in the snow with Edward.
You're nervous as shit! You're starting to realize the more you hang out with Paul and see how sweet he is, you're falling.
You know if he's alive, he promised to be home yesterday or tonight. He didn't come yesterday. You're freaking out. You've been texting and calling Kim and Emily.
You sit back and let your nails dry. You turn on a murder mystery video on his TV. Finally, your phone rings, and you jump up, knocking your nail polish all over the bed. "Fuck!" You answer your phone. "Emily?"
"Everyone is at Billy's. Everyone is safe. Jake got hurt, but stay there, Paul will be there shortly." She says all bubbly.
Your heart skips, and you want to scream of happiness! Paul is okay and coming back. Oh yay, Bella is, too... and Edward.
You clean up all of your nail polish and wipe it down with your nail polish remover. You run to his washer and throw it in there, replacing his blanket with yours. Yeah, it's girly, but it's okay!
The door opens, and you quickly go in there. Paul.
You watch as he smiles at the ground, breathing. "It smells like you and rubbing alcohol." He finally looks up and laughs.
You squeal and jump on him. He holds onto you, chuckling and burying his face in your shoulder. You run your hands through his hair, softly gripping onto it.
"Miss me?" He asks.
"Yes." You breathe out. "Thank you for coming back." You catch yourself saying that, and you blush. He sets you down and looks at you, grabbing your face. "I spilled nail polish on your blanket. It got it off but it's in the washin-"
Paul's lips press on yours, shutting you up. You crumble in his touch and give in, kissing back. One hand grabs your waist, and the other touches the necklace he left for you. His fingers slightly graze on your collarbone. He pulls back, and you don't want him to stop. You grab his neck, pulling him down for more. He grabs your bottom to lift you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you into his bedroom.
#twilight#embry call#jared cameron#jacob black#paul lahote#sam uley#seth clearwater#twilight wolfpack#leah clearwater#quil ateara#paul lahote x reader
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Nanami as your work crush
Wc: 3406
Content: coworker nanami, I hate capitalism,co workers to loversđŠđŠđŠđŠ, FLUFF,confessing love, nanami being the best man on earth
A/n: pls donât make it flop đđđđđđđ
Despite hating this job with every fiber of your being, you still find yourself waking up at 5 a.m., eager to get ready for work. Why? Because there's this one random blonde guy who makes your heart race more than it should, his mere presence glowing and shining like moonlight.
He often shows up in the most mundane clothes, his face lifeless, only smiling when he absolutely has to. Yet, on some mornings, he arrives with two coffees in handâone for himself and one for you. You shamelessly admit to yourself that you enjoy this special treatment from him.
"I hate this job."
"Me too."
This is the usual exchange between the two of you, always ending with one of those faint smiles appearing on his handsome face, which inevitably does something to you.
"Actually, I don't hate it that much. There's still something good about this stupid work."
"Besides getting paid?" you ask jokingly, unsure of what he's trying to say.
"Hmm, yes?" He flashes that infuriatingly charming smile before walking away, returning to his work.
ââââââ
During lunch breaks, you, he, and other coworkers usually head out to grab a meal at the coffee shop. You try not to read too much into it, but it seems that whenever you're in a group, he always makes an effort to sit next to you, walk beside you, and engage with you the most. Itâs like fuel for the fire, making you fall for him more and more, beyond your control.
"You like pasta?"
"Yep, why?"
"You always order it."
"Yep, I love pasta."
"Me too. You know what, I can cook the best pasta ever."
"I donât believe you."
"I can cook it for you⌠if you want."
The idea of eating something your crush has made for you sends a swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
"Thatâs an honor."
"How about tonight, at my place, if you donât mind?"
Of course, you donât mind at all, but the thought of being alone with your crush at his place tonight fills you with a nervous anticipation.
âThat sounds great. â
âSee you after work then.â
After that, your heart doesn't stop pounding against your ribs for even a second. You know you canât focus on work now because your mind is too busy daydreaming about what might happen tonight, just you and him, alone, on a cute pasta date.
No, itâs not a date, you quickly remind yourself, trying to erase those fluffy thoughts and ground yourself in reality. You push through the rest of the day, working until 5. (with him as your only motivation)
ââââââ
"Let's leave."
Itâs only 4:30, and he's already texted you with this message. You hate yourself a little for thinking that heâs as eager for tonight as you are, but you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. Normally, youâd overwork yourself and stay late, but today, you choose to be kind to yourself and call it a day earlier than usual.
"Ok."
"Great, Iâll pick you up, and we can walk to the parking lot together."
"Ok."
There are countless words you want to scream out of excitement right now, but all your fingers can manage to type is "ok."
And within a minute, he's right behind you, and you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, so scarlet, so bright. You can only hope he doesnât notice.
"Youâre red, are you sick?"
For god's sake, he never fails to make you flustered.
"Iâm good," you reply with a smile and a forced giggle.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, letâs go," you say, your voice overly cheerful.
You try to keep everything seeming normal, as if you're not secretly dreaming about kissing his lips right at that moment.
âââââ
"Is it too cold?" he asks as you settle into his car.
"No⌠not at all, everything is perfectly fine."
God, you sound like Mickey Mouse right now, trying so hard to conceal your nerves that it comes off as unnatural.
"Do I make you uncomfortable?"
No, not at allâŚnot really. The word "uncomfortable" isn't the right fit, it's more like "nervous." He makes you so nervous.
"No, Iâm okay, really. Please stop worrying."
"How can I not worry about you?" he murmurs, his voice soft as he throws his arm behind your seat to back up the car. You catch a glimpse of those veins, and WOW who could blame you for daydreaming about this big, gorgeous man?
"Why? What is it about me that makes you so worried?"
"Youâre always so hard on yourself, working too much and doing OT almost every day," he says, and youâre genuinely flattered by his concern. Little does he know, the reason you stay late is just to spend more time in the workplace with him, the hardworking man who makes the long hours bearable. And yes, he's also right, youâre always so tough on yourself, trying to prove that you're good enough to be here, to be working there.
"Youâre always overworking yourself too, Nanami," you reply, and little do you know that he does it for the same reason. He loves to watch you from afar while youâre absorbed in your work. He cherishes the midnight coffees with you, making even the harshest nights feel like a dream.
âI guess it would be best for us if we stopped overworking and had more homemade dinners like this,â he suggests. Is he asking you out?
âSure.â
âI hate seeing you drink five cups of coffee a day instead of having a proper meal. I can cook a lot, and Iâm really good at it.â
âAre you talking a big game?â you tease him, his words always find the way to make you genuinely laugh.
âI can cook for you every day. You deserve to eat something good for your health and taste.âNow, your stomach is doing the thing,not the rumbling with hunger, but tickled with overwhelming butterflies. You feel like you might burst if you donât get a handle on it soon.
âThatâs really sweet. Thank you, Nanami.â
âHow many times do I have to tell you? You can call me Kento.â
Heâs older than you, and you hold a deep respect and admiration for him. Using just his name feels like it brings an intimacy youâre not sure you can handle, and youâre terrified that you might not be able to keep your feelings in check any longer.
"No, I can't."
"Yes, you can."
You try to resist, knowing you might actually die from blushing too hard.
"I prefer you to call me by my name.â âKento Or Ken, your choice."
Your entire insides feel like they're about to explode. Why does he have to be so cute? You want to be the one who gets to call him "Ken," such an adorable name. And "Baby" or "Honey" would sound amazing on him too. You long to be the only one who gets the chance to call him those sweet names.
"KentoâŚ" you whisper, so softly that you can barely hear your own voice. The only thing echoing in your ears is the sound of your racing heartbeat.
"Thatâs... I like that. It sounds great coming from you." Is he trying to kill you or something? You might actually get a heart attack if he keeps being this cute.
âââââ-
As you arrive at his house, you're greeted by a beautiful garden filled with flowers. The sight is so sweet, making you smile as you take it all in.
When you step inside, you immediately sense warmth and comfort. His home is impeccably organized and tidy, what an ideal man.
"Make yourself at home," he says, guiding you to the living room. You sit on the couch as he turns on the television for you. Then, he heads to the nearby kitchen and begins preparing the ingredients for your dinner. The whole scene feels surreal, like youâve stepped into a dream where everything is just perfect.
"I can help," you say, getting up from the couch and following him into the kitchen.
"Let me, please. You have just one job is to sit, wait, and enjoy our dinner."
That's probably the hottest thing a man could say, and you can't help but feel greedy, wanting him all to yourself. The thought of anyone else having him makes you irrationally jealous. You can only hope that everything heâs doing is because he likes you too, at least half as much as you're falling for him.
"Can I watch?"
"You can," he replies with a smile.
You giggle a bit as he chops the vegetables. "Enjoy the view?," he adds.
Very much, you think, though you only say, "Probably..." with a playful smile lingering on your lips. You want to kiss him so badly right now.
Little do you know, he's doing his best to focus on the knife and the vegetables because it's nearly impossible for him to tear his eyes away from your pretty little face.
He needs to kiss your lips so badly, it can actually kill him.
ââââââ
After an hour of talking and exchanging glances filled with unspoken tension, the two plates of pasta are finally served. Yours is carbonara, and his is pomodoro, both look incredibly delicious.
He doesnât stop watching you as you take your first big bite.
"Howâs that?" His voice is filled with anticipation.
"Ummm," you murmur, savoring the taste. "I think this is the best pasta Iâve ever had in my entire life."
At your words, he smiles and laughs, as if heâs just won an Oscar. But to him, itâs not about the pastaâŚitâs about you. Youâre bigger than any prize on earth.
As the hour passes, you find yourselves gossiping about coworkers, chit-chatting about random things, talking about work and food, and eventually landing on a more serious topicâŚ
"Are you seeing anyone?" he asks, and your heart rate skyrockets.
"No," you reply, trying to stay composed, as if youâve never dreamed of being asked this question by him.
"Are you interested in dating?" he continues.
Yes, yes, fuck yesssss only for you, you think, but instead, you ask, "Why do you ask? Are you trying to flirt with me or something?" You mean it as a joke, not really expecting an answer.
"What if I say yes?"
Your pupils widen at his response. "What?" You are so shocked, canât really comprehend anything now.
"I'm sorryâ"
"No, I think I heard you wrong."
"No, you didnât⌠but if youâd rather stay just friends, Iâll understand and respect that."
âI thinkâŚno, I know I love you. Iâm sorry if this ruins our friendship, but if you donât feel the same way, just tell me, and we can go back to how things were.â
His gaze is so soft, unlike anything youâve ever seen from him. He hesitates for a moment, licking his bottom lip quickly before speaking again.
âI love the way you always show up with a genuine smile, even though I know you hate working here. I love how you joke around just to make people laugh, how you make fun our boss, how incredibly smart and beautiful you are. Iâm nothing compared to you.â
He pauses, searching your face, trying to read your expression. âYou make me want to live like a normal salaryman. Iâm on top of the world every time you say, âSee you tomorrowâ because Iâm the one who gets a chance to see you tomorrow and another tomorrow and every other single day. I want to come to work every day just to spend as much time as I can admiring you, being next to you. I want to be the one who takes care of you. You make my ordinary life feel so special, and I love youâŚmost ardently.â
Is it the wine youâve had? Are you dreaming, or is he really confessing his love to you?
âAre you drunk?â you ask, your voice trembling slightly, still in disbelief at what youâve just heard.
He chuckles softly, shaking his head. âHell no, Iâm not,â he replies, his voice steady and sincere. His eyes lock onto yours, full of a quiet intensity that leaves no room for doubt.
âI truly love you.â
The words hang in the air between you, so heavy with meaning that it feels like the world has paused. You can feel your heart racing, pounding against your chest as you try to process everything. The warmth of the room, the soft glow of the lights, and the remnants of dinner, all of it fades into the background. All you can focus on is him, as heâs standing up from his chair and pouring his heart out in the most genuine way.
His expression is earnest, a mix of vulnerability and determination. This is the man who, just moments ago, was making you laugh with casual banter, and now heâs baring his soul to you, leaving himself completely exposed. You can see the slight tension in his posture, as if heâs bracing himself for whatever might come next, yet thereâs also a softness in his gaze that youâve never seen before.
He takes a step closer, reaching out as if he wants to touch you but stops himself, respecting your space. âIâve thought about this for so long,â he continues, his voice dropping to a near whisper.
âEvery day, Iâve held back, afraid of ruining what we have. But I canât keep pretending that my feelings arenât there. Youâre all I think about, and I canât stand the idea of not telling you how I feel. Even if it means risking everything.â
Your mind races, trying to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you as you can feel the way his breath hitches slightly as he waits for your response, the subtle tremor in your hands as you try to steady yourself.
This is real, you realize. Heâs not joking, not exaggerating. Heâs laying his heart at your feet, hoping youâll pick it up and keep it safe. And in that moment, you know that this is a turning point, a moment that will change everything between you.
You swallow hard, trying to find your voice, trying to navigate through the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. âIâŚâ you start, but the words catch in your throat, too tangled up in the disbelief and joy and fear all mingling together.
âIâm sorry, you must be so uncomfortable right now. Let me get you home⌠Itâs already late, and I canât let you go alone.â
No, heâs got it all wrong. Youâre not uncomfortable youâre just too overwhelmed with joy that you canât find any words to describe it . But he doesnât give you a chance to explain, assuming the worst.
âOkay,â you respond, the word slipping out before you can stop it. Maybe itâs because a small part of you wonders if heâs actually drunk, that maybe he didnât mean to say those things and now regrets it. Maybe he just wants to get you home and forget this ever happened.
But you canât let it end like this. âYou can walk me home. Itâs 15 minutes from here, no need for a car,â you say, trying to break through the invisible barrier thatâs suddenly risen between you. Youâre lying itâs almost 45 minutes away but you just want to be with him a little longer, to figure out whatâs really going on.
âReally,never know that you live around here.â Of course he doesnât know. âDoesnât matter letâs go.â he agrees, giving you a soft smile, though thereâs a sigh that escapes him, as if he wants to say more but is holding back.
âââââ
As you both step out into the cool night air, the silence between you is thick with unspoken words. He falls into step beside you, the warmth of his presence just a breath away. The tension from before lingers, but thereâs also a tenderness in the quiet moments as you walk side by side, neither of you in a hurry to reach your destination.
âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable tonight. I just⌠I couldnât keep it in anymore. But Iâll understand if you need time or if you want to pretend none of this happened.â Finally, he speaks again, his voice gentle but firm.
âNo,â you blurt out, the word catching in your throat as you stare at him. âKenâŚâ His name falls from your lips, soft and gentle, as if it caresses his heart.
âListen to me,â you continue, holding up a hand before he can respond. âDonât say anything right now. Just⌠let me get this out.â
You take a deep breath, the weight of your emotions bubbling up inside you, and you decide the only way you can say this is through a story, a safe distance between you and the overwhelming truth. âIâm going to tell it in the third person, because saying it directly feels too embarrassing.â
He tilts his head slightly, waiting, but his eyes donât leave yours. You press on.
âThereâs a woman,â you begin softly, âthe most ordinary woman. She got this job a year ago, and everything changed. She had to move away from her hometown, didnât know anyone here, and for a while, she felt so alone.â
Your voice trembles slightly as you continue, but you push through. âThen she met this man. Just a regular, normal guy. He hated the job, just like she did, only doing it to pay his bills. But there was something about himâŚsomething about his smile, about how he always showed up when she needed someone. And that smile, no matter how much she tried to ignore it, never failed to drive her insane.â
You risk a glance at him, and his expression has softened, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. You swallow, continuing your story. âThey became close, coworkers, friends. But she wanted more. She needed more. So she started working overtime, just to have a little extra time with him.â
âAnd today,â you say, your voice lowering, âitâs like a dream come true for her. The man sheâs been in love with since she started working hereâŚhe feels the same way about her. But itâs so hard to believe, so good that it doesnât even seem real. She doesnât know what to say, so her silence makes him think sheâs rejecting him, even though itâs the furthest thing from the truth.â
You finish, the last words hanging in the air between you, fragile but full of meaning. You look at him, your heart pounding in your chest, unsure of what heâll say.
For a moment, thereâs silence. Then, his lips curl into a gentle, knowing smile. âSo⌠what happens next in this story?â
âI donât know,â you murmur, turning your head just enough to avoid meeting his eyes. âYou tell me.â
He gently reaches out, his hand warm as it grazes your knuckles, and slowly your fingers intertwine. âHe takes her hand, just like this,â he says with a tenderness that makes your heart race. âAnd he realizes he's the luckiest man on earth.â
Your breath hitches as he continues, âHeâs so happy, now that he gets to hold the hands of the girl he adores.â
You look up at him, his gaze filled with a warmth youâve longed to see for so long. âWhat happens next?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
âHe kisses her,â he says, leaning just a little closer before adding, âOnly if she wants that.â
Your soft giggle fills the space between you. âYes, she definitely wants that.â
He smiles, closing the remaining distance between you, his hand gently cupping your face as his lips meet yours in a tender, lingering kiss. The moment feels unreal, yet more vivid than anything youâve ever known. The night seems to glow, not from the moon or stars, but from the way he makes your world brighter.
In his arms, love no longer feels like a distant mystery⌠itâs here, in the touch of his lips, in the warmth of his embrace, in the quiet joy that fills your heart. And suddenly, being a "normal" person in the ordinary grind of life seems more than enough because now, you have him.
How wonderful life is, even in the mundane, when it's shared with someone like him.
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DRABBLE: THEYâRE YOUR BLIND V-DAY DATE â¤ď¸đˇđ (CROSSOVER ANIME) (18+) (For Black!Fem!Readers)
Writerâs Note: Got another something for V-Day for yâall. I decided to do one for multiple anime characters cuz Iâm a slut for all them 2D characters & couldnât decide on one specific show lol. Plus it sounded fun! And important disclaimers Iâll just make a note of before the actual Drabble. I hope yâall enjoy! âşď¸đĽ° -Jazz
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LEVI ACKERMAN (AOT)
The first night, youâre nervous, to say the least, especially when Hange warns you about his appearance.Â
âWhy?â you had asked over margaritas and tacos, already perplexed and slightly unnerved by her warning. âIs he really ugly or something?âÂ
Hange, sitting across from you in her glasses with her locks of long, chestnut brown hair cascading down her shoulders, shook her head. âNo, no, my dear!â she immediately protested. âHeâs actually quite handsome despite the broody thing. But he does have some scars from a mission gone wrong at his job and heâs blind in one eye.â
She took a sip of her margarita as if to soften the next blow. âAnd heâs missing a leg,â she finished.Â
You were taken aback, to say the least, but you didnât let that stop you. You arenât prejudiced and you refused to let that stop you from at least giving Hangeâs friend a chance.
Apparently, Levi has been a firefighter for a couple of years and has recently broken up with a longtime girlfriend, so Hange figured he could get back into the dating pool and realize that there are great girls out there starting with you!Â
So the weekend of Valentineâs Day, Hange texts you the name of the restaurant and you take an Uber there after spending the entire day doing your hair, picking out an outfit, and giving yourself a makeover. You decided on a soft glam look as this is the first time youâre meeting the guy and a pretty, red dress that hugs your frame and zips in the back.Â
When you get out of the Uber in front of the quaint and low-key yet romantic restaurant, you take a table near the door so itâll be easier to see Levi walk in and flag him down. You still have no idea what he looks like, only that heâll be wearing a black trench coat, heâs kinda short, and he has a large scar going over his eye.
âHis team calls him Scar, apparently,â Hange laughed. âIt helps that he has a smooth, deep voice too!âÂ
You admit that you were curious to see him and hear that âsmooth, deepâ voice she told you about. So you sit and order a glass of wine, waiting for his arrival as you stare out at the passing cars and peopleâŚonly he never comes.
You wait and you wait and you wait, but he never shows his face. You call Hange, thinking maybe you have the wrong restaurant or time or day, but all is correct. You think that maybe heâs in traffic or something came up, but Hange never calls to tell you either.Â
When your appetizer comes and the candle sitting in the middle of the table begins to melt, you feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. Youâve been stood up.
The realization hits you like a brick to the face. Quickly, you order the check and a box for your food and pay the waiter before running out of the restaurant in tears. You feel stupid. Wasteful. Foolish in your pretty dress and heels.Â
Hange comes over to see you with the quickness when you tell her that night, ice cream and face masks in tow. âI canât believe him!â she says, enraged, with a sheet mask on her face. âHe told me heâd be there and then he doesnât show up? Who does he think he is? Why, Iâm gonna give that man a piece of myââÂ
âDonât Hange,â you sigh, shoveling another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. âJust leave it be. He probably just changed his mind or wasnât ready.â
You are ready to move on and forget it, but the universe doesnât let you. A week later while at work of all places, you get an unknown call. Thinking itâs one of those scammers, you give a sharp âhelloâ.Â
âUhâŚhi,â a smooth, deep, velvety voice replies. âThis is Levi, Hangeâs friend. This is Y/N, correct?â
You heart drops into your ass and it takes a moment for you to reply. âUh, y-yeah,â you answer. âYeah, this is her. Youâre Hangeâs friend? Did you get my number from her?âÂ
âI had to,â Levi replies, his voice making your stomach do flips. âIâm sorry if thatâs weird, but I justâŚâ
He pauses, sighing. âI had to talk to you,â he finishes, sounding completely beaten. âIâm so sorry for not coming last week. I was so afraid for you to see me because of my appearance. I was so sure you'd find me unattractive and not like what you see. Iâm very insecure in that and I let it get the best of me, but that doesnât mean you deserved that. Hange already went up my ass about it.âÂ
You softly giggle, knowing she would. "So, if you donât despise me too much and youâre willing, can we meet up for dinner this Friday night if youâre free?â
He sounds hopeful and slightly afraid. You donât know why you say yes, but you do and you make plans to meet for ramen on Friday. When the day comes, you wear a more casual outfitâ-a pretty cashmere sweater, jeans, and some bootsââbut still style your hair and makeup to look presentable. âSecond timeâs a charm, I guess,â you think.Â
Itâs a dry, cool night so you wait outside the restaurant for Levi to arrive, texting him that youâre there prior to your arrival. Ten minutes into waiting, you think he isnât going to show and that he duped you again, but then your phone rings. Your heart leaps at the sight of his caller ID and you answer. âHello?â you answer, noticing how breathless you sound.Â
âLook up,â Levi says and you do, seeing him standing before you across the street under a streetlight.
The soft light illuminates his features: a sharp jawline and cheekbones, soft, pale skin, one eye the color of a gray ocean, and the other milky where a long scar runs from his eyebrow to his cheek. He walks towards you slowly with a slight gate in his step, his hand on his left leg where his prosthetic is, and finally makes it over to you. He is extremely attractive and smells like toasted vanilla.
âYouâre Y/N, I take it?â he asks, a small smile on his face.Â
âAnd youâre Levi,â you reply, your heart battering against your ribcage.
He gives a slight nod, his one eye roaming over your frame. âMy God, youâre stunning,â he chuckles as if he can hardly believe it. âEven more than that the first night. I had come, but I never went into the restaurant. I was so intimidated by the way you looked that I justââÂ
âStop,â you interrupt, not liking the thought of him standing outside looking into the restaurant window at you, feeling so horrible about his looks.
âThat was then and this is now. And youâre wrong, by the way.â
One of Leviâs eyebrows raises in confusion. âI do like what I see,â you say, your voice soft and shy. âFor the record, youâre one of the sexiest guys Iâve ever laid my eyes on.âÂ
The laugh Levi lets out just about fills you with joy and you just about melt before he holds the door for you to enter the restaurant, not so discreetly staring at your ass as he does.
NANAMI KENTO (JJK)
Heâs a professor and heâs a blonde is what youâre told by GojoâŚbut thatâs about all he tells you, the asshole.Â
âYouâre asking me to go on a date with a dude I donât even know and you wonât even tell me what he looks like?â
Youâre sitting with him at brunch with bottomless mimosas when he runs it by you. You get the feeling he just invited you out with the promise of mimosas, good omelettes, and paying just to toss this at you.Â
Gojo gives you his big, gigawatt smile as he sits across from you wearing his usual shades. âTrust me, babe! Heâs a good and attractive guy! If I wasnât taken, Iâd fuck him myself.â He snorts to himself, shoveling some eggs into his mouth. âBut I donât even think Iâm his type.âÂ
From what you gathered at the start of brunch, Kento Nanami is Gojoâs very stoic, very introverted, very lonely friend who is in need of a date this upcoming Valentineâs Day. Though intelligent and handsome, Nanami isnât too good with women and hasnât been in a romantic relationship is quite some time.
âI swear, heâs not an incel,â Gojo swears, one hand on his heart and the other held high. âHe loves women! Heâs justâŚawkward.âÂ
You arenât sure if you like that answer. âWhat if I meet him and I donât like him?â you ask, taking a break from your mimosa. âI mean, Iâm only agreeing to this because you said youâd pay me.â
And Gojo did. He figures youâre the perfect girlââsmart, pretty, and funnyââto bring Nanami out of his shell. â$50,â he sing-songs. âAnd if you hate his guts, you'll get another $50, I promise. But give him a chance, Y/N! He needs it!âÂ
To not hear him whine and beg, you roll your eyes and agree. Gojo arranges for you to meet with Nanami at a winter light show in the park that is done every year. Itâs the perfect place to meet since itâs romantic and very populated.
You dress in your warmest and cutest coat before hurrying to meet Nanami, your boots crunching in the snow. The park is decorated in twinkling lights that line the trees, walkways, and fountains.Â
Youâre so enchanted by the lights that you barely see the slick of ice lining the sidewalk. You misstep and your left foot goes skidding. âOh, shit!â you gasp as you fall, but you don't feel the ground or the cold snow.
You donât feel anything at all except two warm, strong arms wrapped around you. You look up into the warm eyes of an older man. An older, extremely attractive man with a blonde undercut and wearing a tan wool coat. âAre you alright, miss?â he worriedly asks. His voice is deep yet warm and sweet like honey.
Youâre so taken by the stranger that you barely notice that he has set you upright. âUmâŚyeah,â you answer albeit softly.Â
You blink at him, noticing how tall and well-built he is behind his coat. His hands are strong and capable and you find yourself staring at them even when he shoves them into his pocket. âNanami?â you hesitantly question.
You watch his darker blonde brows furrow in confusion then rise in realization. âYouâre Y/N,â he realizes. âForgive me. Gojo didnât tell me what youâd look up or what youâd be wearing.âÂ
You think you see his eyes trailing over you, but you canât focus on it for too long. âThatâs okay,â you laugh. âThatâs Gojo, for you. How do you know him?â
Nanami begins to walk with you to the line at the entrance gate to enter the event, keeping the same slow pace as you. âWe went to the same high school and remained friends ever since. How did you meet him?âÂ
âWe met through a mutual friend and just clicked,â you explain. âHer name is Shoko.â Recognition crosses Nanamiâs face at the name. âShoko?â he asks, a light flickering in his eyes. âI know her as well. We all went to the same school.âÂ
âWhat a coincidence!â you giggle, glad to have something to break the ice (other than your fall). âThank you again for helping me. I know Iâm dumb for wearing these things in the snow.â You nod down at your heeled boots to which Nanami only stares at, never smiling. His expression is unreadable and slightly intimidating. But you can tell itâs just awkwardness. Now you see what Gojo meant.Â
But rather than be unnerved by it, you find yourself wanting to break through it. You want to get to the warm core of this man. âUmâŚshould we walk?â you ask, nodding at the entrance gate. Nanami nods but looks slightly worried.
âWill you be alright?â he asks, still staring at your feet. âYou may want to hold onto me.â He offers you his arm, a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks that one could pass off for the cold. Your heart leaps at the chance to touch him, even be near him.Â
âWhat a gentleman,â you chuckle. âI didn't think chivalry still existed.â You take his coat sleeve and let him lead you through the entrance into the parkâs first trail.
A chuckle that makes your stomach flip and your pussy leap leaves Nanamiâs mouth. âI wouldnât say all of that but thank you. I would just think Iâm being a good human being. So Gojo told me about your job. What is that like?âÂ
The park is truly beautiful, decorated head to toe with lights that twinkle and dance. But youâre not focusing on the lights; just Nanami and his conversation. For such a stoic guy, he can really hold a conversation.
He tells you all about his job as a professor and his students; what subjects he likes; his life outside of work. He asks you about you and all of your habits, hobbies, and joys. He listens intently, putting them all in his brainâs filing cabinet. You find similarities about each other, including favorite books, movies, and your love for the beach.Â
The date lasts for an hour and you enjoy every minute of it. You like being around Nanami, enjoying his stale humor and shy smile. More than anything, you like his presence.
You like how soft his wool coat feels under your finger. You like how he keeps his arm at reach, even when you release him at times. You like how he keeps the same pace as you, never walking too fast and always staying at your side, his black leather shoes tapping against the concrete.
Youâre feeling him and you want to let him know that when you finally reach the end of the park where the last attraction, an ice sculptor decorated in lights, stands.Â
âWow,â you sigh. âSo pretty.âÂ
Nanami stands next to you as you stare up in awe at the attraction. âYes,â he agrees, though he isnât looking at the lights. His attention is solely on you.
He likes the way the lights illuminate your skin which contrasts with his. He likes the brown of your eyes, so warm and tempting like chocolate. He likes your humor and sweet laugh. He likes you and he isnât too shy to show it. You can see it when you turn and find him already staring at you, bold and heated.Â
He is sexy. He is alluring. And you want him. âNanami?â you shyly ask.
His eyebrows raise, acknowledging your question. You turn to him fully and stare up at him through your lashes. âI donât usually do this, butâŚwould you want to come home with me?â
He is silent, staring at you wordlessly, and your stomach flips with discomfort. âFor coffee, maybe?â you add.Â
Nanami doesnât have to be asked again.
To end such a perfect date, you find yourself on your back with Nanami on top of you, looking so handsome above you as he pounds your pussy into the mattress. His big hands pin your thighs apart and up to his broad shoulders, your painted toes and skin contrasting deliciously with his lighter skin.
âSo pretty,â he groans. âYou were the prettiest thing there tonight. Fuck, darling, youâre so tight!âÂ
He thrusts into you harder, faster, making the bed squeak and you lose your voice from how loud you moan. You can feel yourself about to cum after so much foreplay and stimulation (Nanami is a gentle lover).
âKento,â you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders. âIâm gonna cum! PleaseâŚplease cum with me!âÂ
And he does. At the sound of you begging, he bursts inside of you with a ragged groan as you cum all over his big cock, your pussy walls squeezing around him and stroking his shaft.
As you do, his lips find yours, giving you a passionate kiss that could melt the ice with how hot it is.Â
NICO ROBIN Â (One Piece)
*Note: Reader is plus-sized!Â
Nami swore up and down that you needed to go on a date for Valentineâs Day to forget about your short-term âsituationshipâ.Â
âJust give a chance, Y/N,â she said to you over ramen. She treated you to lunch at the best ramen place in town while you were on your work break. âItâs just for one night and I canât stand the thought of my best friend alone on Valentineâs Day! And sheâs a great girl, seriously!âÂ
You looked down at your bowl of ramen, feeling hot under your sweater dress that clung to your plump body. The idea of a blind date didnât appeal to you much, especially being such a big girl. Usually, when people got a look at you, they either ghosted you after the first date or didnât give you the time of day. Why did she think this was a good idea?
âJust be careful,â Zoro said, shoveling spicy miso ramen into his mouth. âSheâll charm the pants off of youâŚor skirtâŚwhatever youâll be wearing.â Nami smacked him on the the arm hard, making the green-haired hunk hiss in pain. âDonât listen to him, honey. Robin is just a sweet-talker. You have nothing to worry about!âÂ
But when you finally get a look at your date, you donât think thatâs true. Nami set the date up at a high-scale bar where the working class and hotshot businessmen come for happy hour.
When you walk in, you immediately feel self-conscious despite looking oh-so yummy in your waistband coat that flares around your waist and pink dress that makes your skin and brown eyes pop. But the dress also sticks to your body, accentuating each curve, ripple, and roll. Though your stomach ripples with nerves, you also feel slightly confident catching eyes under the warm lights above.Â
You sit at the sleek bar and order yourself a cocktail to loosen up a bit more while you search for your date at the door. Nami only told you that sheâs âtall with long black hair and might be wearing purpleâ.
Youâre curious as to what this girl is like and if she likes what she sees. You sip on your cocktail and scroll through your phone for a couple of minutes, completely unaware of the eyes you have captured from down at the bar.Â
When you turn around in your stool to place your glass down, you find another cocktail sitting behind you. Confused, you flag down the bartender. âI didnât order this,â you tell him, pushing the glass towards him. âIt was sent to you,â he explains. âFrom down at the bar.â You look in that direction, but find no one paying any attention to you. âBut I have a date,â you protest. âI can't accept this.âÂ
âThatâs correct,â a sweet yet smooth and sultry voice purrs behind you, âand itâs usually rude to deny a drink from her.â The voice causes your body to react instantly: the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end; your heart pounds in your chest; your stomach flips. You turn and see your blind date standing behind you in the flesh.Â
Beautiful isnât a word to use for Robin. She is absolutely stunning. A straight vixen oozing confidence and poise as she stands behind you in a purple cocktail dress that illuminates her soft, pale skin and blue eyes that steal the air from your lungs.
She is tall and slender with piano fingers painted in a dark rouge that you want to feel wrapped around your body, but has a rack that can stop traffic and is definitely catching eyes. Her long, shiny, black locks of hair cascade down her slender shoulders, catching the light above. You are in awe of her and her beauty as are the others in the bar.Â
âY/N?â she asks in her alluring voice. Wordlessly, you nod and close your mouth to avoid looking like an idiot. âIâm Nico Robin, Namiâs friend. Sheâs told me so much about you.â She puts a slender hand out to shake yours, giving you a whiff of her luxurious-smelling perfume and a peek of golden Tiffany bracelet.Â
You put your hand in hers, feeling warm from her touch. âN-Nice to meet you,â you stutter. âPlease, have a seat. Do you want a drink?â Robin raises her brows questionably as she settles onto a stool next to you. You flush under the lights, thanking God that he made you Black. âItâs only right since you ordered me one.âÂ
Robin smiles, her pearly whites and dimples making you damn near melt. âHow sweet of you,â she giggles. She orders herself a dirty Martini with extra olives and thanks you again when it comes. âI hope I didnât keep you waiting. I got caught up in some work.â She slowly crosses her soft, long, milky legs over one another. You do your best not to stare.Â
You give her a smile, pretending that youâre not turned the fuck on by her, and lean your elbow against your chin. âSo youâre an archaeologist, right? Thatâs such an interesting job.â
She smiles at the compliment and at the mention of her career as you sip your cocktail. âWell, Iâve always been attracted to history since I was young. Iâm attracted to intelligence too, which you seem to have a lot of.â Her smile turns flirty and now you know what Zoro was talking about. Youâre already charmed by her. âTell me: whatâs your job like?â she asks.Â
Your conversations last for hours and flow perfectly, especially after you get your second drink in you. You tell her about your job and quietly gush over her curiosity and awe, realizing how much she loves learning. You talk about everything, from city life to books to anime, learning that you both love magical girl anime, especially Sailor Moon.
You didn't expect that from Robin because of how poised she is and her love for dark colors, but as soon as you mention Sailor Moon, her eyes widen in excitement. âI love Sailor Moon!â She laughs. âI cosplayed as Sailor Mars two Halloweens ago. I bet youâd look so pretty as a Sailor Scout, especially with the skirt.âÂ
Thatâs another thing you learn about Robin: sheâs a flirt. She sneaks in little sly compliments to obviously make you flusteredâŚand itâs working. You try to do the same, complimenting her on her outfit and her smile. âI can see why everyone is so fond of you in here,â you say, nodding at the group of businessmen playing pool who are not so discreetly staring at you both from across the room.
Robin giggles, turning back to you with a hooded gaze. âToo bad,â she sighs, not at all sounding disappointed. âIâm here with you.âÂ
As the night goes on, it gets looser as you both become more comfortable with each other. You talk about everything and anything, telling each other funny stories and showing pictures of your pets. âYouâre a dog mom too?â you coo, gushing over her wallpaper of her and a fluffy, brown animal dressed as Santa Claus though he has pointed ears and horns.
âReindeer mom,â she corrects you and titters at your confusion. âItâs a long story, but thatâs my perfect little boy. His name is Chopper.âÂ
Other than Robin being a sweet-talker as Nami said, you also find out many other things about this alluring, attractive woman. Like how much she loves plays and Disney movies, becoming so excited when you ask her about her favorite films. âI love musicals,â she shyly says, an endearing blush on her face. âCan you tell Iâm a secret theatre kid?â
Or how she tends to ramble about information sheâs obtained from books and documentaries about tribes long gone and age-old urban legends. You could listen to her talk for hours. Unbeknownst to you, she feels the same about you whenever you speak about yourself and your interests.Â
As the alcohol takes its affect on you both, she also tells you that sheâs a devil fruit user, a term youâve heard before since many in the world are, including your mutual friend Luffy. When you ask her about her ability, she just winks behind her third martini glass. âA woman never draws all of her cardsâŚnot all at once, anyway.âÂ
As the night draws on, so do the drinks and soon, youâre feeling loose and bold. You decide to show her your hidden talent which is rolling your eyes to the right and the left. âI can wiggle my ears too,â you say, showing her much to her amusement. She applauds you, giggling at your talent. âMy, youâre full of surprises,â she giggles. âAnd so am I.âÂ
You suddenly feel something tickling your sides and look down to see two disembodied hands tickling you. Robinâs hands. You look at her in shock as she retracts her extra arms, using them to grab her third martini and take a sip. âThe perks of being a devil fruit user,â she chuckles. At the sight of your expression, she grows concerned. âDo they frighten you?âÂ
âNo,â you answer honestly. âTheyâreâŚâ You stare at her extra hands, wondering how many more she has and how they would feel on your body. âPretty,â you decide to answer with. That is enough for Robin to decide what she wants from you tonight.Â
So when youâre both still sitting there when the bar is emptying out, she makes it known. âOh, dear,â she sighs, exhaling in disappointment as the bartenders clean and the drunk crowd empties out. âIt appears that our date has become to an end.â She turns to you, placing a warm hand on yours. âI really enjoyed meeting you, Y/N,â she says, a smile on her face that makes you ache.Â
You donât want tonight to end. You donât want her to go. You need more of her touch. She seems to understand and see the mutual disappointment in your eyes because she doesnât release your hand.
âUnless you want this night to continue,â she adds, her voice like honey in your ears. âIâd be lying if I said I wasnât very attracted to you too, unless Iâm mistaking the chemistry.â
You canât speak, so you shake your head and her eyes twinkle. She leans in toward you, engulfing you in her scent. âJust say the words and Iâll go with you,â she whispers into your ear.Â
Desire overwhelms you and you squeeze her hand, interlacing your fingers. âIâll call a Lyft,â you exhale. Robin smiles, keeping her hand in yours.Â
She doesnât let go even hours later when your fingers are interlaced with each other while your legs are pinned open by her extra hands on the bed. Your moans and whimpers fill the darkness of your bedroom as she moves her tongue against your clit, moaning eagerly and sloppily into your pussy as she eats you like there is no tomorrow.
âNow I can really show you how good I am with my hands,â she giggles, looking up at you between your thighs. âYouâre so cute like this, pretty girl.âÂ
You can feel that knot in your core tightening the more she moves her jaw, going faster and faster until you have no choice. âRobin,â you whine. âI'm gonnaâŚgonnaâŚ!â Your back arches and your legs shake around Robinâs face.Â
Her hold on you tightens, her hands gripping your thighs.âCum for me, gorgeous,â she hums. âIâve got you. Cum all over my face like a good girl.â
One thing is for sure while you gush around Robinâs face, loving how she eagerly laps up everything you give her: another date is definitely in the future for you and her.
PRO!KATSUKI BAKUGOU & KIRISHIMA EJIROU (BHNA)
*Note: Reader is plus-sized & a bimbo!Â
*Disclaimer: Bakugou & Kiri are both aged-up (over the age of 18) in this drabble!Â
You donât know why you agreed to do this blind date thing, but your friend put you up to it after she reminded you of your NY resolution to try new things to help yourself.Â
âYou need to put yourself out there more, girl!â she argued over the phone with you. âDo you see how hot you are?! You deserve to have someone on your arm!â You pouted as you painted your toe nails a pretty bubblegum pink, your feet hanging over you bathtub smelling like vanilla bubblebath.Â
Though she is right about you deserving a nice guy to tell you how pretty you are, most of the guys you dated either used you as arm candy, hit in then quit it, or just stopped talking to you because of your, uhâŚbimbo-ness. You know you have no filter and sometimes you do come off as dumb, but youâre trying your best! And youâre kind and the sweetest person anyone will ever meet! Isnât that enough?Â
âYeah, but a blind date though?â you complained into the phone sitting on your sink. âHow am I gonna go on a date if I canât see, girl?â You gasped, even more mortified. âOr will my date be blind?! How will be able to see me and my cute outfit?!âÂ
Your friend just laughed. She knows youâre not the brightest crayon in the box, but youâre just too cute and sweet. âHoney, no! A blind date is when you meet someone youâve never seen or met before. Someone else sets the date up for you.â
Your heart resumed its normal pattern and you relaxed into the water. âOhhh,â you realized with a giggle. âWell, if youâre setting it up, can you tell me anything about him?â
Your friend refused, much to your dismay. âNope, but youâll meet him later this week. Saturday night at 7 PM, donât be late. Iâll give you all the details before then.â You hung up, a bit nervous but excited, already picturing your outfit for the day.Â
The Saturday of Valentineâs Day weekend, you go to the cafe your friend tells you to go to which is only a few blocks from your apartment. You dress in a pink sweater that does nothing to hide your voluptuous bosom and a pretty, cherry red skit that hugs your tummy and voluptuous ass, the damn thing so short that the ruffles stop mid-thigh, a sliver of your asscheeks seen whenever you bend over. You pair your V-Day outfit with some warm stockings and high black boots before putting on your favorite fluffy, pink coat.Â
An hour later after putting on some vanilla-scented body spray and giving your lips a slick of your favorite Fenty Gloss in a sparkly pink, you stand in line to order your food, hoping that will ease your nerves over today. Because your friend loves you so much, she set you up for two dates today: one at the cafe and the other later tonight at your favorite bar.
Your first date is a redheaded hunk, according to your friend. âHeâs got red hair and heâs a fucking giant,â she giggles. âAnd heâs SUPER fine. Youâll know him when see him.â You melted at the details. âI do like big guys,â you sigh dreamily. Your second date is just as fine, but a hothead. âMy friend works with him at his agency and apparently, heâs got a mouth.â Your friend rolled her eyes. "The dude is like a pit bull, but he's so fucking sexy.âÂ
âIâm a little nervous though,â you mumbled, starting to feel insecure. âYou think heâll like me?â Your friend looked at you like you were insane, making you laugh. âWho wouldnât? Youâre adorable!âÂ
And you feel adorable when you go next to the counter and the cashierâs eyes shoots straight to your tits. You donât notice, too busy feening for some sweet, sugar coffee. âHi, can I please get a peppermint mocha latte with two pumps of caramel, please?â You are so damn cute that the guy blushes and quickly rings you up. You pay and thank him when you get your drink before walking off, but stop when something captures you.Â
There, hidden behind a glass container behind the counter, are a bunch of seasonal-flavored doughnuts lined up in a row. Your eyes immediately go for the one coated in pink frosting, powdered sugar, and red and pink sprinkles. âOooh,â you coo to yourself. âSo pretty.âÂ
âAgreed,â says a raspy, sexy voice from behind you. You turn a little too quickly and a bit of coffee sloshes over the top of your drink and onto the crotch of the guy standing behind you. âOops, Iâm so sorry!â you gasp. âI didnât even see you! Oh, itâs gonna stain! Here, quick!â You quickly reach for a wad of napkins and begin to dab at the manâs crotch, not even realizing how it looks.Â
Still not even bothering to look up, the blonde furiously blushes while the redhead behind him stifles a laugh. âThatâs quite okay,â he chuckles. âAt least now he smells like peppermint down there.â The blonde growls like he wants to commit murder. âPlus, Katsuki was standing way too close to you in line, werenât you, âSuki?âÂ
You hand the napkins over to the blonde, hyper-focused on the nickname. ââSuki,â you giggle. âThatâs such a cuteâŚâ Your words die in you when you finally, finally, look up into the eyes of the two finest, sexiest men youâve ever seen in your life.
One of them has long, red hair cascading down his broad shoulders, fanged teeth that flash at you as he smiles, friendly, crimson eyes, and piercingsââdangling from his ears, embedded in his eyebrow, and snakebites in his bottom lip.
The other sports a platinum blonde undercut and a scowl that slightly softens at the sight of you. He, too, has crimson eyes that widen at your pretty face and outfit and one piercing in his plump bottom lip. The only things similar about the duo are how tall, buff, and sexy they both are. âName,â you weakly finish. âI-Iâm Y/N.âÂ
The redhead grins, putting his big ass hand out for a shake. âEjirou,â he says, âbut my friends call me Kiri.â You do so, noticing how calloused his palm is and how much his sweater stretches against his pecs. The blonde has the same issue, his V-neck shirt way too tight for his toned body. âBakugou,â he grumbles, giving you an intense stare that makes you melt on the inside.Â
Those gears in your head start turning and you gape at the duo. âWaitâŚI know you two!â you gasp. âYou guys are those superheroes, right? Dynamight and Red Riot!â Kiri tosses his head back and laughs while Bakugou glares daggers at you. âDamn, could you be any louder?â he growls. You cover your mouth, flushing with embossment. âSorry!â you whisper. "Iâm just a big fan of you two! I almost didnât recognize you in normal clothes. I have your posters and all of your merch!âÂ
Kiri gives Bakugou a look that he would seeing a cat do something cute. And that is what you are: a cute little kitty. Something adorable and sweet yet you have a sexiness to you that both men are coming to find. âWell, it's always a pleasure to meet a fan. Especially such a cute one.â He grins at the way you giggle bashfully. âIâm guessing youâre a fan of sweets? Me too. I was actually planning on getting one of those for my boyfriend, my date, and I.âÂ
You notice Kiri gaze at Bakugou when he says âmy boyfriendâ and you quietly gush to yourself. âOh, you two are dating?â you coo, much to Bakugouâs dismay. Heâs so cute when he blushes! âThatâs so sweet! Here, Iâll treat you guys to âem to make up for that nasty spill.âÂ
Kiri is just about ready to scoop you up and take you home with them when you dig into your bag for your Hello Kitty wallet. âWell, isnât that sweet? You up for somethinâ sweet, Katsuki?âÂ
Though Bakugou feels the same way, he still wants to feel you out and see if this âbimbo-esqueâ personality youâve got going on is a fake. âItâs whatever,â he grumbles. âBut youâd better get me the chocolate one. I donât want the one with all of those sprinkles and shit on it.â You vigorously nod, taking out some cash. âYou got it!â you giggle and hand them the cash. After getting back in line, Kiri orders one chocolate and two strawberry donuts and his and Bakugouâs drinks.Â
You thank the cashier when she hands you each pastry individually wrapped in a paper bag, nice, warm, and toasty from the oven. You turn to the pros and hand them the treats. âHere you guys go,â you sweetly say. Bakugou grumbles as he takes his while Kiri gives you a big gigawatt grin. âThanks, cutie,â he chuckles. You expect them to start eating them, but youâre shocked when Bakugou hands one of the strawberry ones to you.Â
You freeze, confused. âButâŚthis is for your date,â you say, completely clueless. âArenât you gonna give it to them?â Bakugou pinches the bridge of his nose like a dad with a dumbass child. âOh, my God,â he groans. Kiri thinks itâs endearingly hilarious, holding his stomach as he laughs. âYou are our date, silly girl!â he giggles. âWell, mine, technically. Your friend set us up to have dates with you at different times today, but we both just came together since weâre dating. I hope thatâs cool.âÂ
You gape at them, wondering if theyâre serious. Two of the hottest pros on a date with you? At the same time?! You just about squeal with excitement. âSure!â you giggle, your heart leaping for joy. âThe more, the better! Letâs go sit down so we can get to know each other more.âÂ
The two are happy to oblige. Kiri picks out a table in the back that is more secluded and near the window for the sights. Before you sit, you turn to Katsuki with an apologetic pout. âIâm sorry again about the spill, Bakugou.âÂ
The blonde cuts his eyes at you and you can't tell what heâs thinking due to how permanent his scowl is. But that changes when he pulls your chair out for you. âKatsuki,â he replies. âAnd stop mentioninâ it. Besides, I know some other way you can make up for it laterâŚmaybe with your number.â He gives you a lopsided smirk that makes you tingle between your thighs.Â
âChill,â Kiri cuts in, rolling his eyes. âSorry about him. We donât usually flirt too hard on the first dateâŚbut youâre just too cute to resist.â He boldly looks you up and down, tugging lightly on his bottom lip. You wonder what else he can do with his mouth as the cafeâs atmosphere becomes more tense between the three of you. âWell, I could say the same about you two,â you purr, a shy giggle leaving your lips.Â
Thatâs what the duo want to hear. Bakugouâs smirk widens, a twinkle in his vermillion eyes. âGlad the feelinâ is mutual, mama,â he whispers. âSo you sittinâ or what? My fuckinâ coffeeâs gettinâ cold.â You do so and you never want the date to endâŚunless itâs to spend more time with them in private.
NICHOLAS "NICO" BROWN (GANGSTA!)
You stand outside of a jazz club one chilly night, watching the passersby and wondering which one may be your blind date.Â
Worick told you all about his friend, Nico, but youâve never met him before. You only know that the two work together and have known each other since childhood. Youâve only known Worick for two years after he helped you out of a messy financial situation with your asshole ex-boyfriend who, according to Worick, nearly shat himself when Worick threatened to bring Nico in to handle things.
Apparently, Nico is well-known throughout the town for being an extremely threatening and intimidating figure.Â
Why in the fuck would Worick want to set you up with someone like that? âHeâs a cool dude, really!â he assured you over coffee. âJustâŚquiet. And it has nothing to do with the fact that heâs deaf. Heâs just a quiet guy; a little awkward; introvertedâŚâÂ
âNot to mention threatening and intimidating,â you thought to yourself. âAnd you thought I was just perfect for this guy?â you scoffed. âWhat will we even talk about? How can I talk to him if heâs so quiet?âÂ
âIf you ask him something, heâll answer you,â the handsome blonde replied. âAnd donât worry too much about signing. He can read lips, but just make sure you slow down with your words.â Though Worick knows you know sign language due to your father being deaf since you were an infant. He can tell youâre still hesitant to say yes and folds his hands into a prayer.
âCâmon, sweetie,â he begs. âThe guy has NEVER been on a Valentineâs Day date before and his last girlfriend was a fucking bitch who dumped him because he was deaf. All she wanted was his massive dickâŚsorry.â
He apologized when he saw your reaction. You didnât need to know that his childhood friend has a big dick! âŚ.Though you are curious to know just how big. âHe needs someone kind, considerate, and sweet. You fit the bill! Just give him a chance, please?âÂ
Before you agreed, Worick told you all about Nicoâs ex, happy to do so when you asked. Apparently, she was the daughter of a rich family that he and Worick were in charge of guarding for a couple of months. She and Nico grew closer, had a sexual relationship, and Nico caught feelings while she didnât, claiming it was because she didnât want to date someone deaf due to it being âtoo much workâ. You felt bad for Nico, especially when hearing how much it hurt him.Â
âYouâre lucky I love you,â you sighed at Worickâs pleading stare. He clapped his big, calloused hands and pressed a kiss to your cheek. âLove you too, sweetie,â he chuckled. âIâll fill you in on the details later this week.âÂ
He instructed you to meet Nico at an underground jazz club that Nico particularly likes for its seclusion and because no one bothers him too much in there. You dressed in a simple cocktail dress, flats and a cardigan to keep warm in the chill. Combined with your styled hair and soft makeup, you think you look pretty. You hope this âNico" person thinks so too. When you look down the street among the other stores and taverns, you see a man walking up the road and you immediately know that your date has arrived.Â
He is big. Huge! The man is nothing but bulky muscle hidden beneath his black tee, baggy jeans, and leather jacket standing at six-foot-something. He towers over you as he gets closer, so much so that you have to look up at him to actually look at his face. You can see why he's so intimidating.
Other than his height and build, Nico carries himself with a roughness and a confidence that is unshakeable and undeniable. Itâs scaryâŚyet also thrilling. Kinda sexy too.Â
Under the soft glow of the street lamps, you get a good look at his features: he has a soft tan to his skin, thick, soft-looking lips, and eyes a deep, dark chocolate that you can get lost in forever. Silver dog tags hang from his thick neck that has your blood going hot and slight scars and bruises that you can see on his knuckles. You wonder, briefly, how he got them. Heâs very, very handsome.
Realizing heâs waiting for you to make the first move, you clear your throat. âUhâŚ.hi!â you greet, giving him a wave. He nods, barely cracking a smile. âYouâre Nico?â you sign with your hands and verbally ask. âIâm Y/N, Worickâs friend.âÂ
Nico shakes your hand and you notice how big, warm, and calloused his palm is. It makes your pussy tingle embarrassingly so. âThe teacher, right?â he signs with those thick fingers. âHe told me you teach little kids.â You nod, smiling proudly at your occupation. âYes, pre-K,â you giggle. âTheyâre adorable, but a handful.âÂ
There is an awkwardness between you, mostly because Nico is such a silent guy. He also keeps that stoic scowl on his face, so you donât really know what heâs thinking. âSo what do you do?â you curiously ask. âWorick never filled me in on that. He just said you do âbusinessâ together as Handymen.â At this, Nico cracks a crooked smirk. âSomething like that,â he signs. That intrigues you a bit.Â
âDo you wanna go inside?â you ask, nodding at the door. âWeâll freeze before we get a chance to get to know each other more.â You give a small laugh to which he only nods, making you feel like a fish out of water. He opens the door for you, surprising you, and nods you into the warm club.
âThank you,â you whisper, catching his intoxicating scent of cologne and lavender soap as you walk in. A bit of cigarette smoke clings to his clothes too, but it doesn't bother you much. The club is small yet cozy and dimly lit for a more intimate feel. Many people are at the bar or on the dance floor near the small stage where a band plays, the sounds of piano and cello mingling in the air.Â
After getting your drinks from the bar (you get a cocktail while Nico picks a beer), you pick a table near the window and Nico pulls out a chair for you. You flush bashfully at his actions, not taking him for such a sweet guy. âSuch a gentleman,â you laugh as he pushes you in and takes a seat across from you. âWorick didnât tell me that. He said youâre very quiet though.â He shrugs his broad shoulders in his jacket. âJust donât got much to say,â he signs.Â
You nod as you shed your coat, revealing your naked shoulders and dress to him. You try not to be intimidated by his unwavering gaze. âThatâs okay,â you sign and say. âWe can talk about whatever you want.â The corners of his mouth quirk upward. âYou sign really well,â he praises you. You smile proudly and bashfully, glad to have impressed him. âMy dad is deaf and taught me how to sign since I was young.âÂ
His smirk turns more dry and almost forced as he signs to you: âSo me being deaf doesnât turn you off?â he jokes.
You immediately remember his ex and feel your stomach fall. âNot at all,â you sweetly answer. âThough I donât like beer drinkers.â You wrinkle your nose at Nicoâs drink. He raises an eyebrow, confused at your distaste. âIt makes kisses taste like beer.â You lean forward a bit, giving him a secretive, flirtatious smile. âI like my kisses sweet.âÂ
Your eyes tick down to his lips and he notices. But he barely reacts. If anything, he looks disinterested and your heart sinks. âWas that too much?â you ask worriedly. Did you go too far? Are you misreading this?Â
Before you can babble an apology, he stops you. âYou asked what I do for work with Worick,â he signs. You nod, your heart thumping madly in your chest. He takes a deep breath before signing again. âWe do almost everything, but I do dirty work,â he tells you. âI used to be a mercenary, butâŚIâve still got human blood on my hands.â He pauses, watching for your reaction. That explains the marks on his fists. âDoes that bother you?â he asks, apprehension in his brown eyes. Before you can respond, someone knocks into the table, nearly toppling it over.Â
You squeak, grabbing your drink before it can topple over while Nico straightens the table. âOh, my God, are you alright?â you gasp, immediately helping the guy onto his feet. He turns to you, all crooked teeth and bloodshot eyes. âNow I am,â he drunkenly chortles at the sight of you. âDamn, darlinâ, youâve got a body on you! You wanna dance?â You immediately step back, warning bells going off in your head. âU-Uh, no, sorry. Iâm here withââÂ
The man turns to Nico who has been staring daggers at the drunk the whole time. âHim?â he cackles. âThat fuckinâ cockhead? You can get someone better than that, darlinâ. Someone who can take care of this boââÂ
The drunk cuts himself off with a whine of pain as Nico grips his hand so hard that he cracks the drunkâs knuckle bones. Unbeknownst to you, the drunk tried to touch your behind and Nico wasnât having that. Doesnât he know who heâs fucking with? You gape at your date as he steps between you and the drunk, a hulking mountain, and gets deep in the drunkâs grill.
And then he opens his mouth: âBack up,â he warns, his voice deeper and raspier than you pictured it though loud due to his hearing. âUnless you want your head in this table, I suggest you leave her alone. Sheâs with me.âÂ
He then releases the drunk who scampers away, clutching his hand to his chest. Nico composes himself and turns to you, an apologetic look in his eyes. âSorry,â he signs. You donât say anything and he is so sure that he fucked this up. Now you see who he is. Now you see that heâs just a Twilight. A mercenary. A no goodâÂ
âNico?â you softly ask. His hurtful thoughts take the back burner when you step to him, looking up at him with those precious, brown eyes. âDo you want to dance?â you ask, signing the words to him.Â
He blinks at you, so sure that you're scared of him. When in reality, you're just trying to push the nasty thoughts of him kissing you silly and fucking you up against the table with that big, sexy body and massive dick out of your mind.
Him defending you but still being a complete, gentle giant to you is getting you going completely, but itâs still the first date. You want him to open up and maybe a slow dance can do that for you. âNot much of a dancer,â he signs, looking sheepish.Â
You smile and offer your hands to which he takes. âIâll show you how,â you giggle, pulling him along onto the dance floor filled with slow-dancing pairs. A soft, slow tune with a seductive saxophone and piano plays as you stand eye to eye. You place one hand on his shoulder as you interact your fingers with his with the other. Slowly, you begin to sway to the music, beginning to melt within the music and each other.Â
And when lean your head onto his shoulder, finally feeling at peace, Nico comes to feel that this is where you belong: with him, in his arms.Â
KEISUKE BAJIÂ (TOKYO REVENGERS)
*Disclaimer: Baji is aged up (over the age of 18) in this drabble!Â
âYouâre the worst blind date Iâve ever had,â you very boldly and irritatingly tell the annoyingly sexy man sitting across from you.Â
The attractive man with the long, wavy black hair, sharp eyes the color of milk chocolate, and a sharp, canine smile looks across from you at the table littered with remnants of your Italian dinner. Baji is his name apparently, a close friend of Mikeyâs and one of his gang members. You never understood that gang shit, but they never give you problems.
If anything, Mikeyâs gang âTomanâ, protects you and makes sure you go about your days without any bother. âIâm guessinâ youâve been on many blind dates before me?â Baji suggests as he chews on his pasta. âHuh. Thatâs a shocker.âÂ
You sharply squint at him, catching onto that shade. âWhy is that so shocking?â you ask, digging your nails into the table with how irked you are. You canât believe Mikey set you up with him. Itâs been 25 minutes into the date and so far, each conversation was an argument and shot after shot.
Your personalities clash horribly, not to mention every woman in the place has their eyes on him. And he knows it! Not to mention that heâs an extremely messy eater (which led your mind to other places), he is way too into himself, and he has no idea how to act in a classy setting like an Italian restaurant.Â
Heâs a wild. Heâs argumentative and hot-headed. Heâs a rugged, tough-as-nails, roughneck dudeâŚand heâs turning you on. Â
Baji leans back against his chair, widening his legs in a way that makes you want to scream. Why the fuck does he have to be so goddamn fine but such an asshole? Is God punishing you? âWell, beinâ the fact that youâre the very definition of âa stick in the mudâ,â he explains, âand a tighter than a drum, I can hardly believe how any guy sat across from you at a table. At least youâre pretty.â He goes back to eating his pasta like he didnât just insult you.Â
âExcuse me?â you hiss, feeling your blood boil. Thank God for your dress or else, youâre sure youâd boil over from the anger you feel. âAnd I canât imagine how any self-respecting woman can sit with a lowlife, cocky, smart ass narc like you. And unlike me, your looks do nothing to take away any of that.â Bajiâs thick, black eyebrows raise at the shot you took. âAnd youâre snarky,â he chuckles. âLucky for you, Iâve got a thing for snarky girls.âÂ
He uses his sinful tongue to lick a bit of sauce from his bottom lip. You catch a glint of metal on his tongue as he does and you realize that he has a tongue piercing. âFuck,â you think, clenching your thighs beneath the table and gripping the hem of your dress. You lean your hand against the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming on. âI canât believe I said yes to this shit,â you sigh into your hand. âFuck the $50. Iâm gonna have to tell Mikey thatââÂ
âMikey?â Baji cut in, pausing from eating. âMikey put you up to this?â His brown eyes widen in shock and you feel a spark of joy at shutting him up. âYes,â you proudly say, venom in your tone, âhe did. And you know why? Itâs because no other girl wants to date you. Youâre unromantic, youâre a slob, youâre always looking for an argument, and you seem to push every single guyâs buttons in here.âÂ
He stares at you for a moment, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, and then he begins to laugh so loud that the others in the restaurant look at him. You hide behind your hand, embarrassed. âOh, shit!â he cackles. âI swear, that motherfucker is desperate to find me somebody.â You nod, pushing your dinner to the side. âAgreed. Why he ever thought I would be a perfect match for you is beyond me.âÂ
Baji looks at you now, an unreadable expression on his face as his smile fades. âMaybe itâs because youâre such a fuckinâ brat,â he replies though his tone is different. You stare at him in disbelief, scowling. Did he really just say that? Deadass?Â
Baji smirks at your reaction. âYou heard me: B-R-A-T. Youâre a brat and fortunately for you, baby girl, Iâm just the guy to handle a chick like you.â He leans in toward you, folding his ringed knuckles beneath his chin. âSomeone who doesnât shut the fuck up or know her place.âÂ
âKnow her place?!â you snap, earning the attention of the restaurant. He barely reacts, though his smile grows and a strange twinkle appear in his eyes. âYou know what? Fuck this and fuck you. Why you even have an ex-girlfriend is beyond me if this is how you talk to them.â You stand up in your pretty, body-hugging dress and grab your coat. âIâm leaving,â you huff, snatching the coat on. âHave a good Valentineâs Day, dickhead.âÂ
Without another word or waiting for him to respond or even stop you, you leave the restaurant and step out into the cold February night. You barely get down the street before you hear your name being called. You turn, seeing Baji jogging towards you, those black locks flowing in the wind. âY/N!â he calls in his deep ass voice. âHold up, wait!â You donât know why you stop, but you do, putting a hand on your hip. You glare at him and pout those plump lips when he finally stops in front of you. âYou left your dessert.âÂ
He presents a small brown box to you and opens it to reveal a small chocolate fudge cake with chocolate mousse on the inside and Godiva flakes coating the top. âI didnât order any dessert,â you say in a tight voice. He smirks down at you, standing several heads taller than you. âI know; thatâs why I ordered ya one. Câmon, you donât like chocolate cake?â You look back down at the cake and close it before he hands it to you. âWhat, is this an apology?â you snort. âSorry, man, but youâre gonna have to try much harder thanââÂ
âYouâre wonderinâ why I have an ex, right?â he interrupts you. You pause, confused, but he just smiles mischievously at you. âI have an ex, and many of them, because Iâm an asshole, unfortunately. Force of habit.â He shrugs, but actually looks guilty for it. âBut Iâve had many girlfriends because I know how to tame them.âÂ
His smile is flirtier now, creating more of that sexual tension that you felt at dinner. You still stare at him, speechless, and he figures that youâre clueless about what he means. âI put it down,â he explains. "Give good dick. Knock their boots. Am I makinâ any sense here?â
You roll your eyes, ignoring the thoughts running in your head of just how good he is in the bedroom. âI know what you mean,â you snap. âSo why the fuck are you tellinâ me this?âÂ
Baji smiles at you, his canines glowing at you as if they are illuminated by a light within them. They thrill you and bring a ferocious and needy part out of you that you didnât know was even there. He takes a step toward you, getting closer, until you can reach up and kiss him if you want to.
âBecause I know youâre attracted to me,â he murmurs matter-of-factly. âWhat, you think I canât see it? The way you squeezed your thighs tight together at the table. The way you kept starinâ dead at my hands. The way youâd get so lost in thought as if daydreaming about somethinâ else way more exciting.âÂ
You flush embarrassingly, more at your behavior than the fact that Baji noticed it. You canât help how attracted you are to him. But Baji doesnât want you to be embarrassed or ashamed. He wants you to want him the same he wants you.
âLucky for you, mama,â he purrs, the pet name making your pussy jump, especially with his voice, "Iâm just as whipped for you, especially in that dress.â His fingers lightly glide down your arm, sending shivers down your spine. âIâm sorry about tonight, but I can show how sorry I am in other ways if you want me to.âÂ
You can tell he genuinely means it and isnât just trying to get in your pants, but even so, you still scowl up at him, your jaw set and eyes narrow. âAnd why do you think Iâll say yes?â you question. He just chuckles, still flashing you that sharp, sexy smile. âBecause you know Iâm the only one who can handle that bratty ass of yours.âÂ
He then turns and waves a hand. You donât know what for until a taxi suddenly glides over to the curb and stops. Baji walks to the backdoor and opens it before looking back at you expectantly, his eyes molten with lust.
âNow get in the fuckinâ car, Y/N.â You know you shouldnât get in the car and go anywhere with him, but you canât deny how much he makes your pussy throb. So against your better judgment, you crawl into the backseat of the cab and tell the driver your address.Â
Hours later after being stripped out of your dress, shown extensive foreplay, and having your pussy eaten like Baji hasnât had anything to eat in decades, you find yourself being fucked against the wall with your arms and legs wrapped tight around the long-haired, tattooed man who holds you against him as he pummels his thick, hard cock into your tight, wet pussy again and again. The bedroom is filled with the sound of your mixed moans and skin slapping against skin as he pistons his hips into you, making you see stars.Â
It doesnât take long for your pussy to start quivering around his cock, squelching and dripping the more he fucks it. Youâve never been fucked like this in your life and youâre able to hold back anymore. âFuck, fuck, fuck, Baji!â you practically scream. âCanâtâŚcanât take it! Iâm gonna cum!âÂ
Baji shakes his head, gripping your hair with one hand while he hikes you up onto his waist with the other, showing you how lightweight you are to him. âUh-uh, bratty girl,â he huffs. âNot yet, mama. I need to feel more of this pretty pussy flutterinâ around me.â
He thrusts harder, faster, drawing whines and sobs out of you. You begin to claw at his back where a large tattoo dedicated to Toman is inked into his back muscles. âYou cum when I say, understand?â he growls into your ear.Â
You weakly nod, willing to do anything he says if that means you can cum. âNow shut the fuck up, and take this dick.â You do so, stopping your protests as he fucks you stupid until you cream all over his cock while he fills you up to the brimâŚbut of course, you only do it when he says so. You find that you love doing what he tells you to.Â
When everything is said and done, you both crumble to your bedroom floor and Baji pecks your cheek. âBest blind date ever, right?â he chuckles.
BENIMARU SHINONÂ (FIRE FORCE)
*Note: Reader is Goth!Â
âGod, kill me,â you sigh, standing in front of the theater doors. âWhy did I agree to do this? He could be a serial killer or something!âÂ
You contemplate leaving, but you already promised your best friend that youâd go through with this stupid blind date on this stupid ass holiday. âPlease just try and go along with it for tonight, Y/N!â she practically begged. âI promise heâs a nice guy! And I already told him you agreed! Just give it a chance and I promise you that Iâll never bother you about dating again.âÂ
You groaned, sitting across from her at a bar. âFuck,â you sighed. âFine. Can I least pick the movie?â Your friend eagerly nodded, so you purposely picked a romance/horror movie marathon showing that the theatre does every year for Valentineâs Day. The kind with blood n guts, gothic vampires, and slashers. Surprisingly, the guy still agreed to come much to your dismay and you had no choice but to come out.Â
You know that your friend did this as a way to get you to start dating. You swear she thinks that one of these days that youâll hang yourself from the shower rod with how lonely you areâŚand this has zero to do with you being goth. Though you love the color black, but youâre not depressed. You love dark makeup and rock music, but thatâs what you love. Youâve always adored gothic fashion and the aesthetic, so thatâs what you live.Â
However, some people think itâs weird. Though Tokyo is full of eccentric and different type of fashion, goth isnât particularly âpopularâ in your Black family or side of the city. And it certainly isnât popular with the guys. You donât care. You love yourself and youâre not about to change for anyone. So you dress in your finest black attire with a mini leather skirt, thigh-high stockings, and boots that make you feel powerful and sexy. Your makeup is dark, your mascara is sharp, your nails are as long and sharp as claws, and chains drip from your leather jacket.Â
You wonder what your date will be like. Apparently, heâs a well-regarded and respected officer in the Special Fire Force, among the strongest there is. But you donât recognize him when he comes up the road from his side of the city. He is tall and has a lean build that is hidden behind a black sweater and baggy jeans. His locks of black hair hang in his face, but not enough to hide his different set of eyes: his right pupil is a red circle with one black dot in the middle while his iris is black; his left is red with a white X in the middle, reminding you of a game of tic, tac, toe.Â
âHey,â he greets easily. âYou waitinâ for someone?â You scowl at him, crossing your ams over you chest. âWhy are you asking?â you ask sharply. The stranger raises his big hands in defense, taking a step back. âIâm not trying you, I promise. Iâm just wondering if youâre this Y/N thatâs supposed to be waiting here for me.âÂ
You squint at him, cocking your head to the side to see him at a different angle. âBenimaru?â you question. âHuh. You donât look how I thought at all.â He is handsome but not enough to knock you off your game. He quirks a small smirk and you have a feeling that this dude donât smile often. âI hope thatâs a good thing,â he wryly chuckles. âFor the record, youâre not bad on the eyes eitherâŚif thatâs what you meant.âÂ
You donât acknowledge his compliment or react even though your stomach flips. Youâre not used to anyone complimenting you on the account of your black lipstick and mascara. âSo should we go in or stay out here to freeze to death?â you sarcastically ask. You huff and turn on your heel before Benimaru can even answer or follow you.Â
He easily beats you to the door on his long legs and opens it for you, towering over you as he does. âIs sarcasm just natural for you?â he asks, dry humor in his voice as you step into the theater. You feel a pang of guilt at your behavior. Itâs not his fault your friend orchestrated this.Â
âSorry,â you apologize. âIâll admit, Iâm not too hype about being here. Dating isnât really my thing, but my friend insisted I come on this stupid blind dateâŚno offense.â Benimaru barely blinks at you walk to the ticket counter. âNone taken. My friend, Konro, swore I needed a Valentineâs Day date when the whole holiday isnât even a holiday. Itâs pure BS.âÂ
âUgh, agreed,â you scoff, rolling your pretty, brown eyes ringed in mascara âItâs just a way for companies to continue to capitalize off of hopeless romantics and couples. Not to mention all of that pink.âÂ
Benimaru nearly misses that, too busy thinking about how pretty your eyes are. âIâm takinâ you donât like pink?â he asks, raising an eyebrow at you. âNot that your clothes are a dead giveaway or anything.â His interestingly alluring eyes tick up and down your outfit, making you feel hot under all of the leather. âI just like black,â you laugh. âBut donât get me wrong; I wear other colors sometimes, but only on a minuscule level.âÂ
âYour friend said you were a gothic chick,â he chuckles, giving you a mischievous smirk. You send it right back as you take out the two tickets your friend sent you for the movie. âAs gothic as they come,â you retort. Benimaru just hums in response, particularly liking you in that mini skirt and the way it swishes around your thighs.Â
After buying the tickets, you two wander into the small waiting area where a bar, a cafe, and an arcade occupy the space. âSo the movie starts in about fifteen minutes. Should we head in now?â Benimaru doesnât answer at first, too busy staring at the arcade games. âNah,â he replies, nodding at the flashing, noisy games. âWe can kill some time in here.â He begins to walk over, expecting you to follow. âYour friend also said youâre shit at racing games,â he says with a smirk shot your way.Â
âNot true!â you scoff, crossing your arms. He shrugs pausing in the threshold of the arcade to wait for you. You finally give in, taking off your jacket to reveal your black crop top. âFine, but only if we got time for the shooting games too. I wanna kill some zombies.â Benimaru nods, secretly laughing to himself as you follow him into the arcade.Â
You spend way more than fifteen minutes in that bitch, playing all the games you can. Benimaru is good at almost everything, playing each game with skill and precision. He lets you win most of the time, just liking to see you smile and laugh in pride when you win a racing game or beat him at ping pong. During the zombie game, you get overrun by the undead while holding your plastic machine gun and you feel him lightly touch your elbow to point the gun straight. His touch sends shivers all over you. You win the first half until you run out of time and Benimaru smirks at you. âI totally helped you with that,â he sniggers.Â
You also play basketball, shooting them repeatedly through hoops. He always gets the farthest hoop and the highest points, winning every round. âYou only won âcause youâre taller,â you huff, bumping your hip with his as you walk by. It gives him the perfect opportunity to watch your ass sway in that damn skirt, making him hard as a rock for you.Â
As walk to get something to drink, you stop at one game in particular: the crane game. It holds dozens of little plushies that youâre obsessed with, including the little black plague doctor with its big eyes and fluffy beak. Benimaru smirks at you staring at the game, walking up beside you. âI saw you looking at this thing the whole time,â he says. "You couldn't have been any less discreet.âÂ
âShut up,â you grumble, still staring at the plushie. He notices and pulls out his last arcade coin. âWhat, you want it?â You quickly shake your head, turning to leave. âWeâre gonna miss the movie anyways, soââÂ
âFuck it,â he carelessly interrupts, shocking you. âYou obviously want that penguin, so Iâll get it for you.âÂ
You roll your eyes, sighing. âItâs not even a penguin; itâs a plague doctor Squishable. It ainât a big deal for me to have it, Benimaru.â But your date just glares at you as he bends down to put the coin in the slot. âAnd it ainât a big deal for me to get it for you,â he argues. âIf we miss the movie, weâll just go for food.âÂ
You are floored by his stubbornness and refusal to give up until heâs made you happy. How can that be? You only just met and yet here he is, using his last coin to try to get you a stupid plushie! You watch with bated breath as he plays the game, moving the crane slowly as he fixes his eyes on the plushie. Once heâs moved the crane right over the plushie, he hits a button, causing the crane to sink down into the sea of stuffed animals. The craneâs hooks latch onto the peak of the plushie and, slowly, he moves it over to the opening in the corner to release it.
The crane plays music and lights up in victory as the plushie rolls down the chute into Benimaruâs hand. He turns to you, an unreadable look on his face. âHere,â he says passively. âI figured goth girls didnât like cute shit like thisâŚbut he is kinda creepy.âÂ
You take the plushie, just staring at it for a moment. All of the sudden, you feel weird. You feel tingly and butterflies flutter around in your stomach. That never happens, but itâs happening for this guy! âThanks,â you softly, and very shyly, say. Benimaru shrugs like it isnât anything to him, but it is to you. âYâknow, the movie marathon is gonna be showing another night tooâŚâ You trail off, looking down at your shoes to avoid seeing his eyes.Â
âSo you want another night with me?â he asks. Quickly, you turn on your heel and stomp out of the arcade, leaving him utterly confused. âWhat?â he calls after you, sounding genuinely baffled. âIt was just a question!âÂ
A second night with him does happen two weeks later and you do see the midnight marathon, but neither of you pay any attention to the first move that plays. Youâre too busy bouncing on your dateâs thick, veiny cock in the darkness of the theater to watch the film, biting back your moans despite the seats being empty. Benimaru softly grunts and moans into your ear as your walls flex around him, his eyes transfixed on the way your ass jiggles as he lifts up your skirt.Â
âFuck, Beni!â you moan. âY-Youâre s-so fuckinâ big!â You grip his thighs with your long nails as his dick stretches you out in the best way, a delicious ache coming in your calves with the effort it takes to bounce on him. Benimaru stands up and bends you over the seat in front of you, beginning to fuck you from behind. He is fast and nails that single spot every time that makes you have to cover your mouth because youâre so loud.Â
âShh, shh, baby,â he coos into your ear as he continues to pound into you from behind. âYou donât want security cominâ to find us, do you? Or maybe you do, you little slut, fuckinâ your date in the movie theatre.â He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls, much to your enjoyment of being slutted out in the dark. Anyone could walk in and see you fucking right now. Itâs so naughty. So sexy.Â
The thrill of it must be getting to Benimaru too because he speeds up his thrusts, his balls slapping against your clit as his hand smacks against your ass, gripping it tight. âShit, baby, youâre gonna make cum!â he groans, tossing his head back at the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around him. âCum with me! Make that pretty fuckinâ pussy cum around my cock!âÂ
You quickly begin to rub you swollen clit in time with his thrusts and soon enough, youâre cumming all over his cock. âFuck!â you scream into your hand as your orgasm tears through you. Benimaru cums too, filling you up with a long groan that he bites back as best as he can among the movie playing. He lets you come down from cloud nine before pulling out, letting his cum leak down your thighs. He turns you around, pumping his cock soaked in your juices. âNot yet,â he growls. âPut it back in your mouth and taste yourself.âÂ
You get on your knees, panties at your ankles and leather skirt hiked up. Benimaru wastes no time thrusting into your mouth, using it as his very own fucktoy, as he watches your brown eyes ringed in mascara stare up at him eagerly. When he pulls away to cum again, your black lipstick stains his cock, marking him as yours.
âFuck!â he gasps as he cums all over your pretty face, ruining your eye makeup. It is now but black smears down your cheeks as his nut drips all over your face and cheeks.Â
âPoor baby,â he chuckles. âYour mascaraâs runninâ. I bet you worked so hard on it.â He takes a napkin from your movie snacks and dabs away the cum. âSo cute,â he sighs, marveling at how utterly adorable you look. You giggle, feeling deliriously good and cute, just as he says.Â
Yeah. A third date is most definitely in the future for you now.Â
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Still Friends
Summary: One shot. Two years after breaking up, the OFC calls her ex-boyfriend, Bucky, for help after her current boyfriend assaults her.
Length: 4.5 K
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, OFC (unnamed and undescribed), OMC (named, undescribed)
Warnings: Contains description of abusive behaviour and physical assault. OFC experiences angst after realizing leaving Bucky was a mistake.
Author notes: This is nurturing Bucky, who also shows some restraint by accepting his ex-girlfriend needed to work out her issues without pressure from him.
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As far as breakups go it wasnât a bad one. There were still tears on both sides but there were also hugs after I told Bucky that I didnât think we had a future together. Between my job as a travelling sales representative and his work an Avenger we didnât see each other much. The sex was great, but it wasnât enough to base a real relationship on. He was sad about my decision, but he helped me pack my things that I had left at his place, and we talked about where we went sideways. There was no blame; it was just how it went. As I stood at the door and hugged him again, he bent his head down and whispered in my ear.
âIf you ever need me, Iâll be there for you. Weâre still friends, sweetheart. That will never change.â
That was almost two years ago. A few months later, I accepted a job as a regional sales manager, in another city. There was less travel and I had time to date. Nothing serious developed but I was okay with that. Bucky was in the news every so often, only now the news stories were about the Avenger Bucky Barnes and not the former Winter Soldier. I was so proud of him and occasionally sent him a text message congratulating him on a job well done. He would send back pictures of him and Sam with the team they had assembled. He looked happy and I was glad for him.
Then I met a guy, Bryce Andrews, a very charming pharmaceutical sales manager. We hit it off quickly. Looking back now, maybe it was a bit too quickly, but at the time it just seemed like things were falling into place at the right moment. It wasnât until Bucky and Sam were on a publicity tour of various cities and contacted me to arrange to meet up that things with Bryce took a turn.
We were at dinner in a restaurant. During the time between our plates being cleared and our desserts arriving I received a text message, and several more in a row.
âExcuse me,â I said, grabbing my phone. âSomeone must need me.â
I looked. They started from Bucky: Going to be in your city next week for some publicity. Can we get together? That was followed by a text from Sam with the same message. Then texts from both asking if now was a bad time to call, since I hadnât responded.
âWho is it?â asked Bryce, seeming curious, but good natured about the interruption.
âOh, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes,â I replied. âTheyâre coming on a publicity tour and wanted to get together. Do you mind if I call them?â
He blinked his eyes, then narrowed them. Now, in our line of work, especially considering how much networking we did outside of normal office hours, it wasnât unusual for either of us to make or receive calls to and from other representatives. It was part of the job. Even though this would be a personal call, I didnât think he would mind.
âWeâre eating,â he said.
âWell, then let me text them that Iâll call them later,â I said, eager to please him.
A grunt was his answer, but I sent them a text message that I couldnât talk at the moment, but I would phone later. I put my phone away, our dessert was served, and we ate, talking about all manner of things, except it seemed I was doing most of the talking. He was quieter than normal but not in a way that alarmed me. Since we met at the restaurant, after driving our own cars there, we said our good nights and I started my car up, then set up a conference call with Sam and Bucky so we could talk as I drove. It was great hearing from them, and we decided to see each other that following week. I really wanted them to meet Bryce, hoping they would get along. It was all set by the time I got home, parked my car, and locked it before I walked to my building, where I was surprised to see Bryce waiting for me.
âWhatâs up?â I asked, puzzled.
âShow me your phone,â he said, holding his hand out.
âWhy?â
âDid you talk to them?â
Just the way he asked, set me off. âYeah, I told you I was.â
âAre you cheating on me?â
âWhat?â I couldnât believe he would ask something like that. âI havenât seen them in two years. How could I cheat on you with friends I havenât seen in that long?â
Suddenly, his hand was on my throat as he pushed me against the wall. âI always knew you werenât over him. Youâre going back to him, arenât you? Youâre going back to that killer?â
I struggled against Bryce, trying to push him off me. This was bizarre behaviour, and I was getting scared.
âNo, I just set up meeting them for drinks, you, me, and them. Thatâs all. Whatâs got into you?â
âYouâre mine! Do you hear me? You text them back and cancel it.â
âNo, theyâre my friends. I want to see them.â
The next thing I knew I was on the ground, my head ringing from where he struck me. A neighbour came out of the security door then, quickly assessing the situation. He gave me enough time to get through the door and close it before Bryce could follow. My now ex-boyfriend banged on the glass, his face full of unrestrained fury so I called the police and reported that he hit me, and I was afraid for my safety. They came within minutes, arrested him and I went up to my apartment, packed a bag and got in my car. As I drove, I phoned Bucky back. It took several rings before he answered, sounding like he had been sleeping.
âSweetheart? Why are you phoning so late?â
âDo you still have access to a quinjet?â
Immediately, his voice changed, not sounding so sleepy anymore. âWhatâs wrong?â
âMy boyfriend. He went off the deep end about us meeting next week. He hit me, Bucky. I had to call the police on him. Iâm scared to stay home. Iâm in my car right now but itâs too far to drive to where you are so I was hoping you could come and get me.â
âWhere are you?â he asked.
I told him and he was quiet for a moment. He must have been looking it up on a tablet because he told me the name of a private airport about 15 minutes drive away. Told me to go there, stay in the car with the doors locked and wait for him. He would be there as soon as he could. When I arrived, I parked away from the other vehicles, figuring he would need room to land the quinjet. As I sat there in the dark my phone began to sound and I could see text after text from Bryce.
Iâm sorry. I donât know why I did that.
Please, call me or send me a text.
Iâm being charged with assault. You sure you want to lay that on me?
Why donât you answer?
Listen, if I say Iâm sorry and promise to go for counselling can you drop the charges? I might lose my job over this.
There was nothing after that and I realized they had probably taken his phone away. I received another text, this one from Sam.
Almost there. Where are you?
In the parking lot, away from the other vehicles. Red Lexus SUV. Iâll flash the lights.
When I saw the lights of the quinjet approaching I flashed my brights and stepped out of the vehicle. Bucky was at the controls and landed right beside me. The back ramp came down and both stepped out immediately. As soon as I saw them, I began to cry. All I remember at that moment, was feeling their arms surround me, hugging me, and murmuring that I was alright. Sam stepped back, took my car keys and went to the trunk for my bag while Bucky led me into the quinjet. As he buckled me into a seat, he looked carefully at my face, gently touching it. It hurt and I winced.
âHe did this to you?â
There was no anger in his voice as he asked, but I knew he was angry, just by the set of his jaw and the look in his eyes. I nodded. Sam strode on with my bag and his phone at his ear.
âRed Lexus SUV, at the location I told you. I have the keys, so youâll have to transport the vehicle with a tow truck or flatbed trailer. I want it picked up and taken to a secure location within 24 hours.â
He was quiet while they repeated it back to him, then he hung up and kneeled in front of me, doing the same thing Bucky did, except from the mindset of his former para-rescue occupation, asking me if I blacked out, or greyed out, and if my head or neck hurt. When I winced at his touch he shook his head, obviously angry. Then he had me follow his upright finger with my eyes without moving my head. Gently, he cupped my cheek with his palm then stood up and looked meaningfully at Bucky.
âHe doesnât get away with it,â he said to his partner. âYou know that type of reaction is jealousy, and it will just get worse now that heâs let his façade slip. I wish we had done something sooner.â
âWhat do you mean, sooner?â I didnât quite understand what Sam meant.
Bucky let out a deep breath. âWhen you first told us about him, we checked him out. I know, that was technically spying but we still care about you and werenât going to let just anyone be your boyfriend.â
âYouâve been interfering in my love life?â I could feel the anger in me ratcheting up to 100. âYou had no right!â
âYouâre right,â agreed Bucky. âBut we just wanted you to be safe and happy with a good guy. Bryce seemed to be alright but there were moments in his past that made us wonder if he was as nice as he presented himself to be. What happened tonight, proved he wasnât.â
Even though they were right, I was still angry, and I sat there with my arms folded, fuming. Bucky returned to the quinjet controls while Sam sat next to me and buckled in. To his credit, he didnât try to talk me out of being upset at them. Half an hour later we were at the airport in the city where they were appearing. Sam called for an Uber. As we waited for it to arrive, he and Bucky stood closely together, murmuring, looking at me every so often. Sighing, I went over to them.
âIf youâre going to talk about me, at least do it to my face,â I said, irritated.
âJust discussing the sleeping arrangements,â said Bucky. âWe have a double King room. You can have one bed; Sam will take the other and Iâll take the floor.â
âI can pay for my own room,â I replied.
âNo, what if he finds out youâre here?â asked Sam. âYouâre staying with us. You can take a few days off of work, canât you?â
âPossibly, if my boss is okay with it. Where do you go next?â
Sam rattled off the next three towns they were in before they got to where I lived. They both promised to help me deal with Bryce if he showed up. By the time we got to their hotel I was beat. Bucky went into the bathroom and came out several minutes later.
âIâve run a bath for you,â he said gently. âTake your time and relax. Weâll talk when youâre done.â
I would have argued but he seemed so sincere that I grabbed my pyjamas and went into the bathroom. When I came out, the TV was on, and Sam was on top of the other bed, in sweatpants and a T-shirt. The other king-sized bed had been turned down, but Bucky wasnât in the room.
âHe went to grab some snacks,â explained Sam. âGet comfortable. Anything you want to watch?â
I shook my head as I dropped my clothes off on my suitcase and climbed into the other bed, with my phone in hand. There were no other messages from Bryce. Hopefully, that meant he was in custody and not plotting his revenge. The sound of the door being unlocked made both of us look at it and we watched as Bucky came in, carrying a bag and a covered paper cup. He toed his boots off and approached the beds. He placed the paper cup on the nightstand nearest me then reached inside the bag, pulling out a wrapped package, and handing it to Sam.
âPoâ Boy, with lots of hot sauce,â he said. He smiled at me, pulling out a small carton of rocky road ice cream and a spoon. âComfort food, if I remember correctly.â
âThanks,â I smiled, taking it from him. âIt is.â
He pulled out a submarine sandwich for himself, then two bottles of beer, handing one to Sam. I looked at the paper cup which he had placed on the nightstand nearest me.
âHot chocolate for you, to warm you up between brain freezes.â
âYou still remember?â
âOf course.â He gestured to the space on the bed next to me and I patted it. âI would never forget that.â
Bryce never remembered my love of rocky road ice cream and hot chocolate. In fact, he thought it was stupid that I needed to warm up between bites of ice cream whenever I was feeling stressed. My mouth started to tremble and before I knew it the tears started to fall. Both men placed their food down and sat so they were on either side of me. Sam took my ice cream and put it on the nightstand then put his arm around my shoulders while Bucky held my hands.
âWhy did I ever break up with you?â I whimpered, feeling pretty sorry for myself. âYou both came out late to get me, then you make a special trip to get my comfort foods and act like its no big deal that you remember it two years after we broke up.â
âHey, I told you that weâre still friends,â said Bucky, in a voice that was so kind. âI still love you and care about you. Sam still cares. It was our phone call that made Bryce react so poorly.â
âNo, donât blame yourselves,â I said emphatically. âIf it wasnât this, it would have been something else that set him off. I look back now at what attracted me to him and itâs obvious that he wasnât sincere. It was all an act and I bought into it because maybe I was still trying to convince myself that breaking up with you was the right thing to do. The fact that you two were still watching out for me means that you saw through him long before I did.â
They glanced at each other in the way that good friends do when they need to say something unpleasant to another friend. Sam cleared his throat first.
âWe didnât have anything concrete on him when you two first started to go out. On the surface, everything seemed good and as long as he treated you right, we respected your privacy.â
âBut?â I looked at him, then at Bucky. âThere is a but, right?â
Bucky let his breath out. âThere was a complaint laid against him about twelve years ago, when he was in college. Another student, a woman, said he wouldnât leave her alone. Always sending her gifts, calling her and checking on her location. It came to a head at a function where her brother hugged her, and Bryce punched him, apparently thinking he was a rival for her affections. He went for anger management counselling and since then his behaviour was acceptable. Because he didnât seem to be obsessive about you, we figured whatever his issues were then were no longer a concern. We were wrong.â Gently, he pushed some hair over my ear. âYou got hurt because we gave him the benefit of the doubt. Weâre both so sorry.â
I looked at the ice cream and reached for it, jamming a spoonful into my mouth. After the third spoonful I started to cry again and this time Sam took the ice cream, put the lid back on and stuck it in the freezer portion of the mini bar. He grabbed his jacket, his Poâ Boy, and left me there with Bucky.
âCome here,â he said gently, leaning back against the headboard and pulling me into his lap. âDonât blame yourself for him being abusive. We should have paid attention to our first instincts about him.â
I shook my head. âItâs not that.â He felt so warm and secure as I snuggled deeper into his arms. âIâm upset with myself for thinking that what we had wasnât enough. Being with you here right now, itâs obvious that I was fooling myself.â
âSweetheart, at the time, you had valid concerns about us,â he answered. âIf you recall, I didnât try very hard to change your mind. What you were feeling obviously resonated with me.â
âAnd now? Do you miss me?â
âAll the time.â He kissed my head. âBut I knew it was important for you to find yourself again, so I let you go.â
I hesitated before asking my next question. âAre you seeing anyone?â
I could see his smile begin. âNo, havenât been looking, either.â
âAre we still just friends?â
âWeâll always be friends, I hope. Do you want it to be more?â
His right hand was rubbing my left arm as I contemplated his question. Had I missed him? Honestly, yes. He was always good at this, comforting me and validating my feelings whenever I felt insecure. How had I not considered this emotional aspect of our previous relationship when I ended it? Was I so wrapped up in my career at that time that I overlooked how good he could make me feel, not just with this type of intimacy but with our sexual relationship? Bryce didnât even come close to Bucky in those aspects, nor in any other aspect that counted.
âYes, I want it to be more.â
âWhat about your work? I donât want you choosing between your career and me.â
âMy career âŚ.â I sighed. âItâs okay but I think I would like a change, especially since I donât want to be in the same town as Bryce anymore. Iâd rather be closer to you.â
âYouâre sure?â His blue eyes were focused on me. âIs this what you really want? Iâm not a rebound, am I?â
âNo, you were the one that got away. Iâm sorry I ever broke up with you. You gave me the time and distance to work it out and it just took me this long to realize that youâre the one I want to be with.â
He caressed the side of my head, as he gazed into my eyes. This is what I had really missed, having someone making me feel like I was the most important person in their life. Even when I ended it before he didnât stop liking me, constantly reassuring me that we were still friends. Our lips met and for the first time in two years I felt another part of what I had been missing. His kiss was gentle and loving. When I winced after he touched the part of my jaw that still hurt, he stopped and hugged me again. Then he made sure that I was looking directly at him.
âI never stopped loving you and wanting you back,â he said quietly. âWeâll make it work this time. I promise.â
âI love you, too,â I whispered.
Buckyâs phone sounded and he picked it up, reading the text. âSam wants to know if weâve kissed and made up.â
âYeah, let him come back,â I replied. âYou donât have to sleep on the floor, either. But itâs just cuddling tonight.â
He smiled in that sexy, lopsided way that I missed so much, as he texted Sam.
âIâll get us our own room for the other nights, if you want.â
I was definitely okay with that. Sam returned, immediately noticing we were both happier. He offered to get a different room but we both told him it was late, and we would wait until the following night. Bucky quickly ate his sub, I finished my hot chocolate, leaving the ice cream for another time. We all brushed our teeth then got into bed, Sam on his own and Bucky sharing his bed with me. It felt great to have him spoon behind me again, and I slept well.
I gave my notice to my boss the next morning, who was sorry to lose me but when I told him what happened he offered to kick Bryceâs ass. Apparently, he also thought my ex-boyfriend had some issues with jealousy, explaining how Bryce had threatened several guys at the staff Christmas party about being overly friendly with me. Just like Bucky and Sam, he felt guilty about not taking it more seriously.
Three days later, on our return to the town where I lived, there had been no word from Bryce, although I was called in by a detective to answer some questions. It seemed that Bryce claimed he lost his temper after finding out I was cheating on him. Both Bucky and Sam, who accompanied me, showed the detective their text messages as proof that they only asked about meeting up with both of us. My text messages were also taken as evidence. My neighbour had already given his statement which verified that he witnessed Bryce hitting me hard enough to knock me down. They had security camera footage of that and of him grabbing me by the throat. His excuse wasnât enough to justify the extreme use of force he displayed. From the police station I went with Bucky and Sam to the hospital where they were doing a PR visit in several wards, visiting sick kids and veterans with health issues.
Instead of staying at a hotel I offered my apartment to both Bucky and Sam, as I had two bedrooms. Since it was the last stop of the tour, they offered to help me pack up my possessions and arrange for movers to clear me out of the apartment. When we pulled up in the Uber, after the hospital visit, I was disturbed but not surprised to see Bryce waiting for me. He scowled when Bucky and Sam got out of the vehicle with me.
âWhere the hell have you been? I want to talk to you.â
âHavenât had any messages since you were first arrested but that could be because you were ordered not to contact me,â I replied, attempting to walk past him. He grabbed my elbow and immediately, Bucky and Sam grabbed him. I glared at Bryce. âTake your hands off me.â
âNot until you tell me where youâve been.â
Bucky started to speak but I interrupted him. âDonât, heâs trying to goad you two into hitting him. Notice how heâs in position in front of the security cameras? Thatâs why the charges I filed against him will stick because they caught everything he did to me.â They both let him go and I pulled my arm out of his grip. âGet this through your thick head. The moment you accused me of cheating we were done. You made a bad situation worse by grabbing me around the neck and then hitting me hard enough to knock me down. Compounding that is the fact that I found out you threatened some of my work colleagues not to be friendly with me. I also found out about the woman you harassed in college and how you hit her brother for hugging her. There is something seriously wrong with you, Bryce, if you think Iâm going to overlook all that and allow you into my life again.â
âBut I love you,â he said. âI thought we were going to get married and have a family someday.â
âNo, weâre not and you donât love me. You donât even know my favourite colour or my comfort food.â
He stared blankly at me. With a sound of disgust, I pushed past him, and he tried to grab me again. I turned and kicked him in the groin, making him fall to his knees while he held what was left of his dignity, which wasnât much to begin with. As he gasped for air, Bucky held the door open for me and Sam as we entered the building. Then I closed the security door, shaking my head at the sight of Bryce, still on his knees. I phoned the detective and told him about the encounter, knowing that Bryce had been warned about contacting me. Assured that a unit was coming to pick him up, I left him there and the three of us took the elevator to my floor. Bucky put his arm around me and kissed me on the head.
âIâm sure glad we stayed friends after we broke up,â he said. âYou got a mean streak in you.â I raised my eyebrows at him. âBaby, that was sexy as hell.â
He kissed me again, and squeezed me against his side, a big grin on his face. Sam was also quite impressed. By the time we got up to the apartment we were in a good mood, and we enjoyed ourselves that evening with pizza, beer and a movie. Sam stayed for a couple of days before being called for a mission. He flew the quinjet back while Bucky took some personal leave to help me pack up.
If ever there was proof that he was committing to us, that action alone proved it. By the end of the week, my furniture had been picked up, my car was packed, and we prepared to drive back to the Avengers compound, where some new personnel quarters had been built. The individual units, complete with patios and yards, were just what we needed to begin living together again. I got a job on the compound, heading up the purchasing department, sourcing vendors, negotiating prices, and arranging for delivery of all sorts of materials needed for the Avengers. The best part was that with living there, I saw Bucky a lot more, as he followed through on his promise to make it work. We were still friends, of the best kind.
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Logan and Wade protect the reader at all costs bar from some asshole then realise sheâs too drunk to drive herself home?? Some smut đĽšđĽš
Drunken Force
Wade x Reader x Logan
2595 words
WARNINGS: P in V, smut, non-con, rape, Somnophila, crying, double penetration, some comfort, kidnapping, alcohol, language. Use of the word "Retarded" to describe a drunk man.
MINORS DNI
You fall to the concrete, the bouncer's hands finally leaving your arms as he throws you out. Apparently, thereâs a new drinking limit, and you obviously werenât very happy about it, then caused some big ass scene because you couldnât get another shot of whiskey.
So now here you were, looking stupid as you wobble to get back to your feet, immediately having to hold onto the hood of some stranger's car in order to keep yourself up, but you let go of it to look back at the bouncer who shakes his head at you, making you giggle. Fuck today was horrible. Your friends all fucking hated you and you werenât sure why, and you fucked up one of your missions at work. Now you couldnât just drink everything away. Oh, and to add to the problems. You take your phone out of your pocket. The asshole of a bouncer fucking broke it when he threw you to the ground, so now you couldnât even call an uber. Fucking shit.
âHey, beautiful.â Ew. The voice makes you turn around. Some ugly ass drunk dude walks towards you, and even in your drunk state, you want nothing to do with him, so you just ignore him and walk away, stumbling towards the wall to keep yourself up. âOh come on baby.â You hear him jogging lightly to stop you, grabbing your arm and turning you around. âI just wanna have some fun with a beautiful babe tonightâŚâ He holds your waist and walks you until your back is against the wall. You wouldâve already broken his fucking jaw if you werenât drunk right now. âI gotchu babyâŚâ His words are slurred, making him sound absolutely retarded, and his breath was revolting as his hot nasty breath fanned over your face, making you turn away and gag, you wouldâve actually thrown up if his hand didnât shoot up and force you to face him.
âGet the fuck off of me.â You finally mumble. You knew you probably wouldnât be able to overpower the asshole drunk, but it never hurt to try. Well. It might hurt a little.
âBad words for such a cute little mouth.â Thatâs not hot dude. âIt would look a lot better around my cock.â He tries to reach up and touch your lips, but you suck your lips in and turn your head again. His nasty fucking hands arenât touching shit.
âI said, get the fuck off of me.â Your voice is more stern this time, hoping that somewhere in his fat head he would back off. But nope. Instead, he has the fucking audacity the backhand you, not very hard since he was drunk, but it still made your head turn.
âThis is the part where you shut the fuck up, and I fuck you right here on this fucking wall.â He growls into your ear.
âJust leave me alone dude.â You look back up at him. Youâve gotten many worse threats in your line of work. It wasnât exactly for the weak to be a mercenary.
He scoffs. Oh Iâm sorry was that fucking funny? Your face contorts in anger, and just as you're about to go off on him, another voice takes the show.
âShe said to leave her the fuck alone.â You look over the asshole's shoulder, and behind him are two men, both were tall and definitely hot that was undeniable. But one was wearing some kind of costume. Red and black with white little eyes
âYou dude, and you are not hot enough for a babe like that.â The other guy, the one wearing a costume, makes a circle movement with his hand towards you, and the asshole fucking speaks up again, his voice revolting enough to make you gag again.
âJust mind your own fucking business, cocksuckers.â He turns around on the last word, and you think his nasty mouth is about to touch your lips, but instead his hand collides with the wall next to your head, hard. Then heâs pulled away from you, the larger man had his hand fucking pulling the dudes hair as he threw him to the ground, and you stayed plastered to the wall.
âWanna keep running your fucking mouth asshole?â
âUh oh, daddy is not happy.â
âDude what the fuck! Sheâs my girlfriend!â Ew what no the fuck you are not.
âNo the fuck I ainâtâ You chuckle, the alcohol in your body turning it into a giggle, and the man with the beard has his eyes land on you.
âLook dude, say one more word, and Iâm just gonna shove this down your throat,â He pulls a gun out of a holster on his costume, âAnd Iâm gonna fucking shoot you.â The asshole finally get up to his knees, then stands up, taking one last look at you before finally fucking leaving.
âAre you alright?â One of the men walked up to you, and you hoped to God he wouldnât touch you, you felt nasty enough, even if this guy was a fucking God.
âYea. Iâm okay, thank you.â You tell him, taking a step forward and losing your balance still fucking drunk and you fall into the costume dudes arms as he catches you.
âHope youâre not driving like that.â You shake your head.
âWas gonna walk.â You stand straight again, still wobbly as you do.
âYea I donât think so.â Excuse you? âYou can barely stand, what makes you think you can walk home, especially with an asshole like that around?â He nods in the direction the drunk man went. You close your eyes for a moment, a ringing sound in your head that makes you wanna puke causing your brain to throb.
âWell, I canât call an uber, the bouncer broke my phone when he threw me out.â You shrug, and shift a little while standing, causing you to lose your footing again, but this time the costume dude was ready to catch you.
âHow about we take you home instead?â The man offers as he holds you, and you can feel the look he gives the bigger man. âCause Logan, clearly this little bunny canât walk home, thereâs a fox on the loose, havenât you watched Zootopia?â
âYou mean the movie where everything was fine in the end?â Logan asks. âNot the best movie to compare to the situation. But if she would like a ride.â He looks down at you, still being held by the costumed dude. âThen yes Wade, we can take her home.â Wade and Logan.
You nod a little. âThat would be awesome, but you guys arenât like⌠serial killers or anything right?â Your words slur a little, and Wade speaks behind you.
âUhhh well.â He looks up at Logan. âYes, and no.â
âThat works.â
They take you to their car, Wades arm around you as he walks you and helps you into the back of a rusted red pick up truck and you feel your back pocket get lighter as he puts you in, but as soon as the engine starts, your eyes feel heavy, and you fall asleep with your head leaning on a window, only one thought in your mind. They donât know your address.
When you wake up, sore you might add. Well, you didnât expect to wake up. But you do, and you actually shoot up. Realising youâre definitely not in your home for one, and then two you were on a couch, but you relax a little, remembering you didnât tell the guys your home address last night, and assuming theyâd take you home once they woke up, so you lean back, hugging your knees to your chest, your brain throbbing with a headache.
âDo you need anything?â You flinch, one of the men from last night standing next to the couch, only wearing pyjamas, low enough to see his V line but you immediately look away.
âUh, no. Iâm sorry about last night, and I fell asleep before I could⌠Tell you my address.â You only just realised how fucking stupid you sounded, making you shrink into yourself.
âYouâre alright bunny, figured you could stay here anyways.â Stay? That didnât sound right.
âOh, is my little girl awake?â Little fucking girl? You hear Wade's voice, before heâs standing opposite of Logan. Logan on your left, Wade on your right, also only wearing pyjamas. Just with unicorns on them. And your heart starts to panic. Why the fuck would drunk you let this happen? Youâd have to talk to yourself later and put yourself down to fucking forgive yourself later. If there is a later.
âShe is, looking a lot better too.â
âShe looks amazing in my shirt.â What- You look down, youâre wearing a white shirt with a fucking unicorn on it, and only then do you realise youâre also not wearing anything fucking else.
âI better have at least been awake.â You try to lighten the mood, then Logan sits next to you, his hand gently squeezing your thigh.
âYou were.â
âFor the most part.â Wade adds. But regardless, they still fucking raped you, and you were acting much calmer than you shouldâve been.
âAnd we woke up nice and early, just so youâd be more awake this time.â His finger gently moves a strand of hair out of your face, but that sentence was apparently enough to trigger you, and you start to move off the couch.
âNo, I think Iâll actually be going now.â Your voice is higher than normal, and as you stand, Wade has made his way in front of you, and his palm lands on your chest before he pushes you back down.
âIt wasnât a question, peanut.â He tells you, then makes his way down to straddle your lap, and you feel Logan's lips suddenly attach to the skin on your neck, making your eyes widen as you try to lean away from him, but Wade keeps you steady by leaning down and kissing the other side of your neck.
âPlease⌠stop.â You whine, then start to try pushing at him but heâs a fucking brick and he just leans in closer, and you feel Logan bite you gently as you start to struggle.
âJust relax, let us take care of you. Itâs the least you can do considering we helped you last night.â Wade tells you, getting off of you and picking you up with a vice grip as he carries you away from the couch and Logan follows, getting on top of you the second youâre thrown onto a bed. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Youâd already be fighting these assholes if you knew you would be able to, but theyâd probably be able to snap you like a fucking twig.
âOh, fuck.â A moan escapes your throat as Logan moves down and you leave your thoughts as he sucks your clit into his lips gently before licking your hole, Wade crawling on top of you, his own lips attaching to yours. And it was already too much.
Wade sucks the fucking life out of you with the most starven kiss you have ever fucking experienced, leaving you breathless as Logan worked on making you cum, at some point causing you to moan into Wades mouth as he pumps his fingers into you. And you were sure you looked a fucking mess with Wades hickeys decorating your neck in purple and red marks on your hips from the fucking grip hes had on you, trying to keep your hips steady as you tried to rock yourself against Logan, coming closer to your finish with every second that passed.
And finally as you do cum, your moans silenced in Wades lips, you hear Logan say something, but you donât hear it as you finally get to catch your breath, Wades mouth leaving yours before he sits up, wasting no time as he leans back against the bedframe with your back against his front, and you feel his hands moving around as heâs making you straddle him before he pushes himself into you with no warning, erupting another moan from your lips as he pulls you back against his chest, and your left to watch Logan as he also his removes his cock from his pants and it hits his stomach as he kneels in front of you. Whispering shit you could barely hear into your ear but it still makes you whine as his lips touch yours, kissing you like he fucking hated you before his hands took hold of your thighs, the lack of recent movement helping you think.
âYou sure weâll both fit?â You hear Wade behind you, but you still arenât conscious enough to even comprehend the meaning behind his words.
âIâll make sure we do.â Was all Logan said before moving you with Wade still inside of you, him moving with you until youâre both comfortable and Logan's fingers making their way back into your cunt, stretching you impossibly further. âYouâre being such a good fucking girl.â and âCanât believe you tried telling us no.â Were only words that fell on your deft ears.
A sort of scream erupting from your throat as he gets closer to you, trying to push into you and you swear you feel something warm trickle down between your bodies as he manages to shove himself inside of you, you assume itâs blood, considering your current fucking position as Logan pulls out a little, then slams back into you, causing another scream to come from your throat, tears starting to fall from your eyes and your hands move up to Logans shoulders as you try to push him off of you.
âHey, hey.â He groans, but his voice is soft as his hands move up to hold your face, squishing your cheeks a little as he stares into your eyes, his look was almost comforting and it probably wouldâve soothed you more if you were being fucking torn in half. âJust breathe okay.â He mumbles slightly, his lips hovering over yours as he gently runs small circles over the sensitive spot under your ear, slowly pushing the rest of himself inside of you, but itâs not as painful as your breathing matches his, eventually, after feeling him move a little more inside of you, the pain does go away. âSee? Itâs gonna feel so good, just relax.â He tells you, then you feel Wades hips begin to jerk, slower than Loganâs as they both fuck you, Loganâs pace eventually picking up, and Wade takes his turn to whisper into your ears, but you donât hear it. Your body feeling tired and stressed as they both violate you.
With Logan kissing you, and Wades sweet words, eventually you do reach your edge, moaning into Loganâs mouth as they feel your walls tighten around them, groans emitting from both of their throats as youâre still sandwiched between them.
Then the room is filled with moans, yours being the loudest, then they both move, and you feel hollow without them inside of you, but worry crosses your eyes as you see a trail of blood leave you as Logan pulls out, and Wade lifts you gently off of him. Placing you down next to him and you look stupid out of your mind as you immediately lean down on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed but you see Logan pulling his pyjamas back up as he moves to sit on your other side, kissing the top of your head.
âCan we keep her?â Wade asks him.
âYes, we can keep her.â
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The Fall
Pairing: Mina x fem!reader
Synopsis: Â "Have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted? No, but I once got very close."
Warnings: Grief, death mention, overworking, depression, alcohol consumption, isolation.
w/c:Â 2997
A/n: Hi!! I'm sorry for taking so long but yay! final chapter!! I'm so happy I finally finished this, I hope everyone who read all of this has enjoyed it, and thank you all for supporting me on this and for reading it!! I'm sorry if this feels rushed by the end, I really tried to write a good ending but yeah. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
âMina, you really didnât have to...â Your father says, smiling at the box she had brought.
âTheyâre your favourite, I have a shop near my apartment that sells them so it really isnât that big of a dealâŚâ she dismisses, handing him the expensive box of chocolates.Â
âThey were her favourite tooâŚâ He whispers, smiling at the thought, as he looks down at it. The contrary feeling washes through her. Every time she walks down the street she instinctively looks at it and wishes to go in, to get one of those ridiculously expensive boxes, bring it home and get drunk on your memory.Â
Two years had passed, two whole years without you, and she felt like it was yesterday that they took you to the operating room and took you away from her. She had kept her word and had come to your parent's house for dinner occasionally, to remember you, to let them see her as an extension of their kid.Â
As soon as she went through the door, a big white ball of fur almost tackled her to the ground. âHey honeyâ she says, laughing as Otis excitedly pushes himself onto her, trying to get close. âI missed you too.â
Three months after your passing, Mina had already gone on the press tour, she had already attended the premier, everything to do with her most recent movie was done, and she had nothing to occupy her mind with anymore.
She only had herself, in her big empty apartment to worry about. Otis had been sent to your parents when she started the press tour, she couldnât take care of him properly. She had never gone to pick him up after.
Once she was home, she could barely get out of bed, she didnât talk to anyone, she didnât answer any calls. She just laid there and thought about how you werenât with her. At one point she did think about going to get Otis back, he was the only thing she had left of you. But as soon as she got in the car, she realized that she hadnât been good to him, to the only thing you had left behind. If she wasnât being good to him, she didnât deserve him. He had gotten older, he was 10 now, and she had met him when he was 3, but he still greeted her the same.
âYouâve been working a lot,â Your mom starts, once theyâre all at the table. âHave you been taking care of yourself?â
âI have a pretty good agent,â Mina replies, laughing, trying to show that she is happy with it, that it is something that sheâs doing because she knows itâs good for her career. âIâve been offered pretty good opportunities, Iâm just trying to make the best out of it.â
The truth is, she took on the most challenging jobs possible so that she never had to think about you more than she had too. She needed to keep you out because it had been two years and if she heard a sound of a leave being crunched while she was walking she would automatically think that it was you who was coming to her. If she heard someone knock at her door, she would think that it was you who was knocking. Every time she went to the supermarket and decided to buy oranges, she would freeze because it reminded her of your citrus smell, she decided to just not consume oranges again. The mere mention of hockey would almost send her into a spiral.Â
She hated that she would spend more time remembering you, than she had spent by your side, so, she focused on everything that had nothing to do with you. She would become another person, she would impersonate the character, she would absorb their essence and forget you.Â
After lunch, Mina offered to take Otis on a walk, to go into the town, maybe get some groceries if needed. âHave you been having fun, buddy?â She asks, receiving an almost enthusiastic bark from him. She missed him, but she knew it was for the best. Â
She hadnât been to the town for a while, now usually her parents went to her, they knew she wanted to avoid it. At maximum, she would go to only their house or your parents and then leave. She honestly surprised herself when she offered to take Otis on a walk to town.
Once she had reached the center, what she saw first was your old shop, now turned bakery. She remembered the talk with your parents, how it was just you who was working there, there really was no need to keep it open, it would be best to leave the spot open for another business.Â
The little bakery looked good, she got curious. She got closer. Inside were little cakes, cookies of all forms, pastries of all kinds, everything you used to love. A little tug from Otis prompted her to slightly look to her left, and there Jihyo was. She felt her heart stop. She had let her hair grow, her face had more set features, her smile lines still intact. She was laughing with some friends. She looked happy, so she did what she did best, she ran away.Â
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âSo we have a scheduled photoshoot until 4 pm and right after that youâll be doing that interview because of your most recent nominationâŚâ
Oh yeah, the nomination. Her role had been moving to many, so she had been told, it had been good enough to be considered for one of the biggest awards there were: an Oscar.Â
âThe driver will be there to pick you up after the shoot, and Iâll meet you at the script read ok?â Her manager, Miyawaki Sakura, an angel sent from heaven, said.Â
Sakura, although a bit younger than Mina, had always been there for her, and more recently, had been trying to help her skyrocket her career as well as keep her healthy. After she had heard what had happened with her last manager, the over working, the whole episode where she went to the hospital, all she wanted was for Mina to have a safe and healthy environment at work, while still achieving her career goals.Â
While she was being photographed, watched by people she didnât know, all she could do was pose, blank her mind, just do whatever she was told. While she was being interviewed she did more of the same, answered the questions simply, always showing gratitude, always with her practised smile plastered on her face.Â
âSo Mina! First, congrats on the nomination!â The interviewer kindly says. âIâm sure this feels like a dream! Iâm sure youâre getting closer to everything youâve ever wanted right?â
She smiled politely and agreed with a nod. She continues to answer the questions with an almost excited tone, with a beaming smile. But in the back of her mind, she only heard a series of ânoâsâ being said right after the kind woman in front of her had asked if she had got closer to everything she had ever wanted. If she had asked this in the early days of her career, she wouldâve said yes and meant it. If this had been asked before you had been taken away from her, she wouldâve said yes and meant it. Now she said this half-heartedly, only wishing to go back to when she actually had everything, when she had you.Â
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âShe looked happyâŚâ Mina says, a lingering smile on her face as she dusts off the leaves that had fallen on her. âI know you would be disappointed in me for not going up to her, but what could I possibly say to her after all this time?âÂ
You donât answer, obviously, youâre not there. Thereâs only your gravestone with the flowers Mina had brought with her. Purple Hyacinths.Â
âI miss you,â she whispers, picking out the little brown leave that rested on top of the stone. You loved autumn. The colours, the leaves, the nights with the soft rain sounding out. She was glad you had been put beneath such a big tree, that now displayed such fiery colours.Â
After almost forgetting his presence, Otis makes himself known by huffing as he lays down his head on Minaâs lap, as he stares at the stone in front of them.Â
All of this is way too familiar to Mina, taking Otis to see you had become a common outing, and she wishes it hadnât. She longed for the days that he would run through the orange and red leaves happily while you held her hand and admired the seasonal sight. She hated having to come here with Otis and watch him slowly walk through those same coloured leaves, almost as if he was dreading having to face your grave, just as she was.Â
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âOtis give it back!âÂ
Mina felt strange. She felt warm. The sun was hitting her just right, she felt so good. The breeze was hitting her face gently, the sound of splashing water, the birds above her, the branches of the trees swaying with the light breeze. It was perfect.Â
âWell, I guess he just doesnât want to play catch.â
A voice. Oh and what a sweet voice it was.Â
âHm, Iâm sure just needs a little break.â She says, smiling instinctively at the person in front of her. The sun blinding her eyes, just letting her see the silhouette.Â
âIn the meantime Iâll keep you companyâ It says, sitting right next to her, offering her a smile. Your smile.Â
Youâre there. Youâre there with her.Â
She touches your hand, itâs warm. She can feel the heat travel through her body.Â
Her right hand, as if gaining a mind of its own, goes straight to your face and her fingers trace your soft features.Â
You look at her in amusement, already used to this kind of behaviour. Your smile is quickly replaced by a frown. âMina, whatâs wrong?â
Only then does she notice that she was crying. She doesnât know why. Everything was fine.Â
âI donât knowâ Mina laughs, wiping her tears, leaning in to briefly kiss your soft warm lips.Â
Everything was perfect.Â
âWant to join me in the water?â You whisper into her lips, her hand at the back of your neck, not letting you get away from her that fast.Â
The sun was so comforting against her back. She no longer felt that weird sensation. She was good.Â
âI think I should stay here for nowâŚâ She whispers.Â
âOk.â You get up, gently taking her hand away from yours. âIâll be waiting for you.âÂ
You send her a small, sad, smile as you leave, going in Otis direction.Â
Suddenly a big thud is heard and Mina jolts awake in a cold sweat. She notices that the left side of the bed is empty.Â
âYn?â She quietly calls. Maybe you had gone to the bathroom. Before she thinks about getting up, she looks over to your side of the bed, and at your night stand, lay your dusty glasses.Â
 She hated these dreams. She never knew they were dreams, it felt like she was back with you again. She couldnât appreciate those fictitious moments because she never remembered that you were gone when she entered that dream state.Â
You never left her head, you were constantly present, but in the past few weeks, you had come to see her more often as soon as she fell asleep. She would not be able to lie and say that she had been more excited lately to follow a more strict sleep schedule, it was, however, torture, waking up and not having you by her side.Â
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Her throat burned. Every step she took felt like she was going to fall face down on the dirt. The bottle in her hand getting lighter with each step she took.
âI hate youâ She spits out as soon as she sees you. âI hate you. I hate that I won one of the most prestigious awards there are and still the only thing I had on my mind was your name.â
Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n
It was all that was going through her head as she delivered her heartfelt speech.Â
âWhy canât you just let me go,â she brokenly whispers as she kneels next to you. Her gold coloured dress now stained with dirt. âIt feels like you haunt me, I can never live just a day without thinking about you, and it kills meâÂ
She says this, knowing that she doesnât let herself move on. She left your shared house, she left your clothes, your precious peach trees behind. She even left Otis.Â
She did however bring your glasses and pose them on a night stand next to her bed, she still wears her engagement ring around her neck, she still hasnât thrown in the trash your little shampoo bottle you kept at her house, nor all your expired skincare products. Every morning she would wake up, gently massage her face with her precious serum while staring at yours.Â
âSome days I wish I had never met you,â The burn down her throat now had become familiar. âI wish I hadnât met you, so I could live a happy life.âÂ
Right after those words left her mouth she feels tears streaming down her face. Itâs all a lie, the best thing that had ever happened to her was you. It wasnât the stupid award she had just won, it was the life she had envisioned with you.Â
Finally, she starts to feel like her knees are burning so she decides to just rest her body on the stone.
âYou promished you wouldnât leaveâ she slurs out. âI canât do this without youâŚâÂ
Before she can even try to say anything again, she feels someoneâs hand on her shoulder. She allows herself to think that it is you. That you had finally come to take her with you.Â
âMina-âÂ
Momo.Â
âMina, what are you doing here?â The oldest asks, taking in the sight in front of her. Mina resting against your tombstone, her once golden dress now stained with dirt, her make-up completely ruined.Â
âI missed her.â
What was she supposed to say? That she came to yell at you to stop haunting her life? That she lied through her teeth when she had told her cousin about how well she was doing, how excited and anxious she was to learn about the award when in truth she couldnât care less?Â
Thankfully, Momo didnât press for answers, she just took the bottle from her hand and helped her up, promising to take Mina home and helping her get better.Â
On her way home, all she wanted to do was to beg Momo to take her back. She just wanted to be with you.Â
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Momo hadnât left her side since her escapade to see you. She stayed with her and kept her company, not wanting to see her baby cousin so distraught and alone. While she did appreciate the caring nature of the oldest girl, all she needed was to be alone. She had already asked Sakura if any job offers or any interesting roles had come up. She just wanted to get back to normal.Â
She hadn't been sleeping properly, always too afraid of seeing you in her dreams. The stress of not having any work also didn't help, she felt useless. She had already, deep cleaned the house, re-arranged her closet, bought new curtains, and installed them herself. She needed to keep busy.
âMomo you really donât have to stay here,â She sighs out, already tired of this recurring conversation.Â
âIâm not leaving you alone. Mina, no one knew where you were, you just vanished. Sakura called me worried sick!â Momo exclaims. âIâm not trying to suffocate you, I just want to know that youâre alright.â
âAnd I am,â She says, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. âIt was a moment of weakness, Iâve been missing her for a while." She stops. "Iâm alright.â
"I-" Momo starts sighing. "You've been trying to keep busy, but have hardly slept. Try to sleep," she says, getting up from her seat. "You must be tired. I have to go to work now, but I'll be back when you wake up alright?"
She thinks about Momo's suggestion after she leaves. The truth is, she doesn't want to sleep. She's just afraid she will see you again in her dreams and not be able to remember and not appreciate her moments with you.
Unfortunately, sleep is stronger than her and she is knocked out before she knows it.
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"Are you sure you don't want to get into the water? It's actually pretty nice!"
She remembered everything.
There you were, inside the lake, softly smiling at her, waiting for her response.
She gets up and walks to you. She sits on the pier and lets her feet soak in the water.
It does feel nice.
Your hands go to hold her legs, gently rubbing them.
"I missed you." You whisper as you look up to her.
Her hand goes straight to your face. She can feel your skin. Every bump, every almost-healed acne scar. She can feel you.
"I'm here now." Mina says, looking into your eyes. The eyes she had fallen in love with.
And then she jumps into the water to be with you. All she feels is warmth. She feels your hands holding her waist and pulling her closer. She opens her eyes and sees that you had dipped with her. It reminds her of when you used to kiss her underwater, so she goes and brushes her lips on yours, melting into your touch when you pull her closer to properly feel her lips on yours.
She's happy, and she doesn't even think about ever going up to breathe.
She's with you at last.
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Olive Branch
Pairing:Â Francisco Morales x F!Reader
Summary:Â If Frankie doesn't like olives, then what does he like?
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: T, alcohol consumption, mention of drug use, incredibly tame for me, hints of spice. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.
Notes:Â I was challenged by @happypedrohours to write a story involving Frankie and olives, and what do you know, these are two of my favorite things! I was snickering to myself the entire time as the olive metaphor rolled out, but what the hell, we're gonna keep it in! Enjoy my friends, and Happy Pedro Hours!
Cross-posted on AO3
When it slides in front of you, you know itâs a good one. You watched the bartender make one at the end of the bar and it was just how you like it. Dry, cold, three olives on a hardy metal toothpick. You were practically salivating by the time you ordered your own and it slid in front of you, shining like the Holy Grail.
âDidnât know you liked martinis.â
Head whipping around, you stutter out a laugh as Frankie slides in next to you. He perches an elbow on the bar, free shoulder coming close as the crowd tucks you into each other. Your eyes dart to his crinkled brown ones, then to your drink, and back again to distract from the proximity. His hand is tucked into his faded jeans, but it wouldnât take much to cup your elbow or wrap around your waist.Â
âOn special occasions,â you quip, tossing your head at Will and Tatiana surrounded by your friends. Sheâs showing the girls the ring, the men clapping hands on Willâs back and making him laugh. The air holds the fresh taste of new beginnings.
âNever had much of a taste for âem. Just gasoline in a glass,â he replies. Your face must be ten levels of indigent with how quickly his eyebrows shoot up.
âDo I look like a car to you?âÂ
Frankieâs eyes twinkle, and it flips your stomach.
âDefinitely a hot rod.â
You laugh it off, rolling your eyes. Heâs never serious, after all. He likes to ply you with compliments just short of flirty and leave you high and dry at the end of the night. The first time it stung so hard you didnât go out with the boys for weeks.Â
âHeâs just a little fucked in the head, donât take it too personal,â Santi told you when he finally wrestled the reason for your absence out. âCanât stop chasing anything messy with two legs. Last girlfriend was a cokehead, even worse before that. He likes âem pretty and crazy, and he bags âem left and right. They always leave him worse for wear.â Santiâs eyes narrowed over his knowing smirk. âSo now you like him?â
âFuck no,â you spat out, arms folded tight. âI donât deal with boys who play games.â
Yet here you are, again, with Frankie, ready to roll the dice yet again. At least he doesnât know youâve still got a soft spot for him ready to land.
âIâll ignore the fact that you called Hendricks gasoline,â you scold, sliding your gleaming prize closer on its soggy black napkin. âThereâs also vermouth, and olives.â You take a sip, the warmth of the gin and sharp salt of the charcuterie mainstay sweeping across your tongue. Frankieâs eyes drifting down to your lips on the rim of the glass.
What a cocktease. At least most men who eyefuck you actually follow through.
âShaken, not stirred?â he quips in a rough approximation of a Scottish accent. You snort, instantly regretting it as the burn of brine and alcohol decimates your sense of smell. Trying to hide it under a tiny cough, Frankieâs face turns to the bar.
âNot much of an olive guy either, so you're 0 for 3 on convincing me.âÂ
You donât know why, but your stomach sinks briefly as you gingerly twist the glass stem between your fingers.Â
âPerfect, more for me then,â you shoot back brightly, but he looks back a fraction too soon before the disappointment flits away.Â
âCâmon, you know you were never gonna change my mind,â he teases, jostling you with his shoulder as he motions for the bartender.Â
âNever said I was,â you add absentmindedly.Â
Frankie will never be an option. Heâs made it clear time and time again that he doesnât choose you. But sometimes, when you let your mind drift, you think about how it could happen. Some dark room where he finally finds something heâs been looking for. The brushing of noses and near-misses before one of you finally acts and youâd know what his lips feel like. Then he would lick into your mouth and his flavor would dance with acidity and botanicals on your tongue and heâd moan at how good you taste.
But he doesnât even like olives. Or you.
Frankieâs drink is a golden lager, malt rising to your nose. You like beer too. You like a lot of things. You could sit at this bar and talk about your favorite drinks for hours. Youâre not just the martini girl. Youâre so much more.Â
You need some air. Your daydreams are getting in the way of enjoying the night and Frankieâs none the wiser, so best keep it that way.
âIâm gonna bring my gasoline olives back to the party,â you say, ducking out from Frankieâs body without waiting for a reply. Maybe catching a glimpse of surprise, you strut back to the girls. The warmth of their excitement and enthusiasm reinvigorate your tight throat.Â
Your drink dwindles slowly, savoring the clean flavor and crushing the olives one by one between your teeth. One of the girls tries the dregs of your glass and wants one of her own, so you weave back to the bar so you can help her order. A holler rises from the boys around Will, and when you look you catch Frankieâs face again. Heâs all beaming smiles, eyes barely visible from behind his crows feet and gleaming teeth. He catches your eye and his smile softens, and over the din of the bar he mouths âyou good?â
You nod. Of course you are. What would Frankie know about that?
The drinks come, followed by cheers and hums of contentment. You will definitely be tipping well tonight. Before you can make it back to the group Benny cuts off your path, swooping one arm behind your back and your free hand into his.Â
âNo no no, Benny, Iâll spill!â you shriek, feeling the telltale wetness of a sloshed drink over your fingers. âShit, I think I got it on the back of your shirtâŚâ
âAh, Iâve had worse,â Benny says, mock-dancing with you to the barely audible music.Â
âHowâs Will?â you ask, leaning over his shoulder to snag a healthy sip of the martini. Now a more manageable level, you let Benny lead you away from the bar.
âSo in love it makes me sick.â You raise an eyebrow. âIn a good way!â he adds, turning you so the man in question is visible. Tatianaâs tucked under his arm, and his mouth drifts to kiss the top of her head.
âYou know what, I get it,â you agree, the both of you snickering as the tempo of the music changes. It might be a Hozier song? Itâs hard to tell over the babble of voices.
âHow are you?â he asks, feigned innocence a red flag flicked in front of your eyes.
âPeachy. Why?â
Bennyâs hand squeezes yours in a soothing rhythm.
âHey, donât bite my head off. Fish mentioned you seemed down. Something about olives?â
The flash of heat rocketing to your face has to be combatted, so you choose comedy.
âOh yeah, the fact that they never give me enough in my damn drink. Could drive a woman to tears!â Your put-on mid-atlantic accent doesnât sell it. Benny chews on the inside of his cheek before leaning to bring his mouth to your ear.
âI know youâre gonna tell me to fuck offâŚâ
âThen you donât have to say anything.â
â...but you and I both know this ainât about olives.â
You lean back, jaw set and eyes cool.
âYouâre right. Itâs about absolutely nothing.â
âHeyâŚâ
âI donât want to talk about it.â
Benny lets go and you down the rest of your drink. It burns and you hate yourself for it, but it feels good to let liquid frustration carve through the center of you.Â
âItâs late, and bar snacks arenât gonna soak up the hangover Iâll have tomorrow. Iâm gonna say bye to Will and Tatiana, get a cheeseburger, and go home.â Benny puts his hands on his hips, blue eyes filled with a brotherly care you know better than to try and tamp down.
âAnd itâs not about olives?â
Plucking the toothpick full of metaphor out of the glass, you point it at him.
âItâs not about olives.â
Benny relents, and walks you over to the happy couple. Promises of more drinks and a bachelorette party are half shouted before you pick through the crowd and exit the front of the bar.Â
The air is just starting to get cool, alcohol thrumming in your blood. You love the way a martini buzz feels, your mind crystal and your body sharp as glass. Itâs different from the smoky haze of scotch or the sluggish thudding of beer. Martinis make you diamond.
Which is why you notice Frankie immediately upon his exit, even though you can tell he wanted to go unseen for a few moments longer. He fumbles his hands into his pockets, ambling up to stand beside you while you glare at the Uber app.
âGot a ride coming?âÂ
âEventually.â
He nods and stares at the toes of his boots, which you observe surreptitiously. The progress bar keeps filling and emptying as the silence stretches.Â
âIâm sorry for shitting on your drink.â
You canât help but snap your face to him, eyebrows raised.
âI sure hope you didnât shit on my drink.â
The poor choice of words quirks the corner of your mouth as Frankie tries to recover.
âJesus Christ, I meanâŚyou know what I mean! I didnât mean to be a dick,â he says, now contemplating the sky with resignation. There's still a fight in you, but you try to meet halfway.
âSâall good, I shit on your terrible beers all the time. Weâre even.â You glance back at the app and shut it out of frustration. Youâll try again in a minute.Â
âI donât hate olives, either,â he rushes out. You roll your eyes, shoulders slumping. God, could they just let this go? Youâre embarrassed enough about it. Before you can make another joke, another deflection, he barrels on.
âTo be honest, Iâve never triedâŚolives. I see them all the time - at parties, at the bar, at friendâs houses - and there always seems to be some reason not to try them. Iâm always having something else, or just had something, and I donât want toâŚIâm afraid if I try the olives, Iâll really like them. And I donât know what Iâll do if that happens. And thatâs been scaring me off from even trying.âÂ
Frankie looks up at you, mouth parted and brow furrowed, as realization rises slow and fizzy.
âBecause I think I could really, really like them. Enough that Iâd want them all the time. But Iâve never had anything like that before. And I donât want to hurt theâŚolives.â
Your heart is thudding in your ears, lower lip close to a betraying tremble before you force it between your teeth..
âYou donât want to hurtâŚthe olives,â you parrot back and Frankie sighs, lifting his cap enough to rake his fingers through his hair before resettling it.Â
âFuck it, you know what I mean, right? Itâs not aboutâŚitâs not about the fucking olives,â he says, and one of his hands wraps around your shoulder. Itâs hot and strong and your chest swells at the touch.
âIf itâs not about the olives,â you say, tentative, voice dropping into a lower register. Heâs closer, almost as close as in the bar, thumb worrying back and forth over your shirt. âThen why donât you show me what it is about?â
You expected more hesitation, but with that permission he lunges for you, cupping your face with both hands as he crashes your lips together. Itâs fast and messy, teeth pressed against your lips and his tongue slipping in to taste. He groans and your knees go weak, head spinning worse than any drink could hope to do. You clutch the lapels of his canvas jacket and pull him closer, sweeping strokes of your kiss filling your mouth with bitter hops. With a lurch he pulls back.
âMâsorry,â he mumbles against your lips, but he continues to clutch at you, arm banding around your waist to keep you snug against him.Â
âFor what?â you tease, sliding your nose along his proud profile.Â
âTakinâ so fuckinâ long.â His teeth graze your jaw lightly, heat pooling in a place thatâs demanding a more private location for proper penance.
âI think you owe me a lot more than one very good kiss, after everything youâve put me through,â you contemplate, his grip tightening.Â
âStill waiting for your ride?â
Your fingers wander to the nape of his neck, and his curls are just as soft as you imagined.
âNo.â
A gentler kiss follows, broader, somehow still able to make your head spin.
âGood, youâre coming home with me so I can properly apologize.â
The next morning as Frankie opens his front door for his breakfast delivery, he finds a pristine jar of olives resting on his welcome mat. The scrawled note - better start getting a taste for these! - is clearly in Bennyâs handwriting. The memory of your body, soft and sleeping in his bed, pulls him back inside.Â
After everything that got him here, he could learn to like olives.
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"This is where righteousness ends Itâs a relief to wave this overdue white flag and My blind spots have tortured you enough How much salt could I pour in To think that I called myself a friend."
Alanis Morissette, Olive Branch
#francisco morales x reader#francisco morales x you#frankie morales x reader#frankie morales x you#catfish morales x reader#triple frontier fanfiction#triple frontier fic#prolix fics#happypedrohours
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Spencer Reid
Summary: Spencer and Reader get to spend some quality time together on Halloween
Pairing: virgin!Spencer Reid x fem!reader, virgin!Spencer Reid x plus size Reader
Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)
TW/CW: heavy kissing, handjob, fingering, brief mention of an anxiety attack, body image insecurities (both parts)
Word Count: 5.4k
This work is part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved
âI am officially traumatized,â Penelope blurted out when the end credits rolled on the screen, âremind me to never watch another Halloween movie with you, guys!!â
You could almost hear Spencer squeak in disbelief. âWhat?! This is a classic!â
She stood up to adjust her skirt, the one with jack-oâ-lanterns and spiderwebs arranged in a casual pattern all over the dark fabric, and the bats standing on top of her fuzzy headband wiggled in different directions.Â
âUhâuh, La Dolce Vita is a classic. This is what goes on in the twisted mind of someone who desperately needed a hug and a large cup of hot cocoa with a ton of whipped cream and sprinkles as a child.â
You smiled as you finished loading the dishwasher, amused by the discussion unfolding in your living room; in your heart you were the greatest admirer of Spencerâs ability to conjure up any kind of random information on the spot but the exact moment you saw him open his mouth you knew he was about to make the situation worse.
âIn fact, Barkerâs grandmother had a fascination with the macabre. She would often tell gruesome stories which she presented as true tales so he grew up with the fear of being murdered in his own house.âÂ
Garcia gawked and raised a hand in his direction, simultaneously turning your way. âSee?! Forgive me if I donât think that having my entire body ripped apart by giant hooks is the ultimate frontier of pleasure!â
âAnd Iâll never look at a puzzle box the same way! What if itâs a brain teaser from Hell and thereâs one of those chattering monsters inside?â she added and you had to hold back your laughter because Spencerâs perplexed frown was probably one of the cutest and funniest things in the whole world.
The mustache glued to his upper lip and the cravat he wore over a white shirt and black vest were only adding to it so you forced yourself to remain serious. âIâm sorry⌠pizza and a movie from my dvd collection were all I had to offer on such short notice,â you said, to which she replied by shaking her long, wavy hair.
âOh no, sweet pea! You did great, Iâm just too attached to the illusion that life is a rainbow to be into the traditional Halloween gore,â she sighed and wrapped herself in a colorful poncho. âHey, Raven Man! Ready to leave?â
Spencer squirmed: an IQ of 187 and still he was unable to come up with a semi-plausible lie when it came to hiding the truth from his friends. Feeling the weight of her curious stare he swallowed nervously.
âI was kind of considering the possibility of going to the midnight screening of Nosferatu, at the Silver Theatre. Itâs the 100th anniversary so the Silent Orchestra will play the entire score live, have you ever heard of them? They use contemporary musical idioms to convey the art of pre-talkies films to modern audiences, theyâve been widely acclaimed for their work.â
Penelope raised an eyebrow. âMidnight screening, huh?! Which means you donât need a ride home⌠what a coincidence,â she teased, leaning forward to squeeze you in a passionate hug. âI knew it! I saw it the minute I walked in!â
This time was your turn to shrug with a puzzled expression: Reid and Garcia should have been on the opposite side of D.C. for a relaxed dinner at the Morgansâ after a thorough raid of all the neighborhood porches. However, Derek had called just as they were getting in the car to inform them that Hank got unexpectedly sick and forty-five minutes later All Hallowsâ Eve enthusiast Reid (dressed up as Edgar Allan Poe) plus a very concerned Penelope had showed up at your apartment, making you wonder why on earth wasnât she already busy baking since she kept repeating chickenpox called for the best pumpkin pie ever.
âWell, there goes our plan to keep a low profile,â you groaned as you closed the door behind her, and Spencerâs eyes widened in surprise.Â
âHowâŚ?! Is this what they call âfemale intuitionâ?â
âCall it whatever you want but Iâm glad sheâs not mad we didnât tell her right away,â you replied, proceeding to wrap your arms around his shoulders, âand I can think of another person whoâs probably very happy for you, now.â
Spencer got rid of the fake mustache with a pensive stare. When it finally dawned on him that Garciaâs phone buzzing during your impromptu horror-themed movie night had in fact started out as live updates on their godsonâs health and most likely turned into a gossip session about you two as a couple he squinted.
âI almost bailed on going trick-or-treating with them. I didnât because I wouldnât have missed it for the world, but I also wanted to see you. Itâs our first Halloween.â
You nodded. âMaybe we can still get tickets for Nosferatu. Youâre a terrible liar, so Iâm sure there really is a midnight screening at the Silver Theatre.â
Spencer stared at you, entranced, then pulled you closer and in a heartbeat your lips met his - a sweet caress, tender and soft, your breaths entwined and your noses rubbing against each other in delicate strokes. You gave him a gentle push and he plopped down on the couch as you placed one knee on either side of his legs to straddle him; one of his hands sneaked behind you, exploring you as if he was trying to blindly map your whole back.Â
You felt his other hand on your waist, hesitant.Â
Three months had passed since the day you both came to the conclusion you were not âjust friendsâ - three months made of late night phone calls from six different States, of handwritten silly notes you hid in his leather bag each time you drove him to the airport to catch a flight for Houston, three months of you hoping things would eventually move past the PG rated phase.
Three months of your self-consciousness sowing the seed of doubt in your heart, encouraged by the notion of whom he got to share his workspace with:Â you were no Emily or JJ and even if Spencer wasnât the type to pay attention to details he frequently referred to as âtrivialâ you were growing less and less confident.
âItâs fine, you can touch me,â you whispered, guiding his palm to cup your breast. They were pretty difficult to ignore, nevertheless he always seemed to steer away from them as much as he could.
You ran your fingers through his hair until you grabbed a small chunk of his curls; Spencer gasped for air and you brushed your tongue over his lower lip, letting out a muffled moan when the heat between your legs became almost unbearable. You started grinding on his lap to adjust tightly against his body.
âWaitâŚâ he whined, squirming under you.
A second moan escaped from your throat while the pressure of his stiff cock hit your thigh but he shoved you away to free himself and spring to his feet, shaking heavily as if he was experiencing a full blown anxiety attack.Â
His cheeks were flustered and his hair stuck to his dampened forehead so that he couldnât even look at you straight - which gave him the perfect excuse to avoid doing it altogether. âIâ Iâm sorryâŚâ
âNo, no, I amâŚâ you muttered, because the guilt building up in your chest felt so heavy you find it difficult to breathe.
Spencer was standing there, fumbling nervously with the cravat around his neck; his body language was screaming discomfort and he was clearly thinking of an excuse to remove himself from the situation. It was then that the hidden and irrational side of you, the one that desperately feared he would have disappeared forever if youâd let him go, kicked in and a rush of adrenaline came running down your spine.
âPleaseâŚâ you continued, placing a hand over his, âitâs okay, really⌠thereâs no way to control it, you should know better than anyoneââ
âWhy? Because Iâm a man and men are supposed to have zero impulse regulation?!â
The embarrassment and shame in his voice broke you: you had sworn a thousand times in your mind to do your best to be his solace, yet now it seemed you were hurting him like no-one had ever done before.
âNo,â you replied, âbecause youâre the genius, here, and you should know itâs a perfectly healthy and natural reaction.â
He huffed, visibly irritated at what he must have perceived as a patronizing tone. A different sort of emotion crawled under your skin, sparked by the amount of tension stagnating in the air.
You offered him a cushion and glanced at him with your usual no-nonsense attitude. âSit down, so we can have a proper conversation? You know, like⌠functioning adults.â
Spencer pouted for a second, evaluating numbers and statistics about two years and a halfâs worth of interactions. The truth was, intellectual affinity was such a familiar concept for the two of you that talking your way through an issue was indeed a synonym for a positive outcome.Â
He grabbed the cushion and held it onto his stomach to shield himself from your gaze, though it was purposely focused on his face; you thought it was best to put some distance between your bodies when he sat on the couch again so you folded your legs underneath you, shivering like a cold draft had found its way inside the room.
âListen, we can both agree this is not your regular, everyday casual topic of conversation⌠which is why weâve never discussed premarital sexââ
âIâm not against it,â Spencer rushed to declare, âIâve assumed it was the same forââ
âSure, no! Ditto,â you confirmed.
His furrowed brows relaxed while his mouth curved in a timid smile. âDid you know that every personâs intimate relationships follow a script that has been written according to their own individual attitude towards all âuhm, sexual experiences?â
âI did not,â you admitted, and Spencerâs hands started dancing to the sound of his own words.Â
âThere are sets of guidelines for appropriate behavior, each partner in consensual encounters acts as if they are an actor following a script rather than acting on impulse alone. Researches indicate that women are more likely to initiate contact in well established relationships, negotiating sexual activity in developing relationships can be difficult 'cause both parts have multiple goals to deal with, such as providing relational definitions or following specific standards or morals.â
âYeah, speaking about relationships⌠I think weâve been in one since Christmas, we were just too dumb to say it out loud. And to each other,â you explained. âSounds like a well-established to me but whatâs your take on us?â
He curled into himself. âEvery time weâre together I know thereâs no other place Iâd rather be. Iâve never even imagined it could be possible, I want to feel you even closer⌠and Iâm so afraid Iâm forcing this on youââ
âYouâre not, I want it too,â you reassured him, âbut to be honest I was starting to worry you were not into⌠me.â
Spencerâs beautiful eyes roamed over you and what you could see was all but repulsion. âActually itâs the complete opposite.â
âSo, what if my script says Iâm ready to take things further?â you inquired, inching towards him to tug at the cravat of his costume.Â
Spencer cupped your face and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. âMine is on the same page,â he whispered.
Your fingers immediately went to the vest he was wearing and trailed the line of buttons in a slow movement; you undid them one by one, the hems eventually coming apart to reveal the white shirt underneath.
âTell me if anything doesnât feel good,â you purred while you loosened the cravat to uncover his Adamâs apple. The way his muscles tensed as it bobbed up and down drove you crazy, so you teased him with the tip of your tongue - your lips grazing over the short stubble.Â
Damn him and his impeccable bone structure: the scruffy look suited him so well it always sparked in you the urge to pin him to a wall and sink your teeth into his tender flesh. You loved how he could sport a smooth, professional style when the situation required it still wasnât concerned with shaving each morning, almost as if it was an impractical activity which took energy away from whatever he considered to be a priority at that moment.Â
You heard something flop on the floor and stopped your ministrations: the cushion heâd been holding over his stomach wasnât there anymore, meaning you got to notice his trousers were becoming increasingly tight.
You squeezed his knee to make sure he was prepared for a more intimate contact then you slid it even further on his leg, giving him a couple of minutes to adjust to your gentle strokes before you felt confident enough to move the action to his inner thigh.
Spencer gasped, surprised rather than shocked or disturbed by how close you were now to where he was aching, and he leaned back to ease the pressure of the fabric but kept his eyes on you.Â
He gave a silent nod in response to your interrogative stare, so you finally traced the outline of his hard cock between your thumb and index.
He jolted this time and muttered under his breath, a deep rasp in his voice you didnât expect: you were unprepared to hear your name spoken as it was the quintessence of pure desire and you quivered, the throbbing in your ears rolling to your core.
You kissed his temple as you pointed at the waistband of his trousers. âCan IâŚ?â
âYâ yesâŚâ he muttered.
His clothes didnât have any space left to accommodate his bulge. You palmed over it and felt an impatient twitch, which nearly had Spencer cursing; it was becoming torture for him so you reached for the zipper.Â
For a split second the historical inaccuracy of a Victorian era costume featuring a device first introduced years after Edgar Allan Poeâs death hit you - a remark Reid himself would have been very appreciative of, which showed how much you could relate to the way his brain worked. Then you shook out of it and peeled his slacks open.
You crumpled the shirt over his stomach and marveled at the sight of his soft belly, the flawless navel, the dark fuzz pointing directly to his raging erection. With a cautious approach you freed it from any restraint, chewing on your lower lip as you often did when you were entirely focused on a challenging task.Â
You couldnât exactly say you had many options in your mind to compare him to but you had done a lot of fantasizing: now that he was in front of you, undressed and defenseless, you were downright mesmerized byâ
âWhatâs wrong?!â Spencer screeched, interrupting your train of thought. âIs it odd? Does it look odd?!â
You shook your head, taken aback. â... odd?! No, why?!â you asked. âItâs justâŚâ you petted the roundness to demonstrate, âI like your tummy so much.â
The way it pressed against his belt whenever he sat next to you on your couch or his was overly inviting and in the past weeks you had to fight the temptation to sneak a hand inside his shirt to squish it, because you didnât know how he wouldâve reacted.Â
âReally?!â he marveled, confirming he wasnât even aware you had a thing for soft tummies. His soft tummy, to be specific.
You smiled and leaned forward to rest your forehead against his. âAre you okay with me doing this?â
Spencer nodded, his eyelids half-closed, so you let your fingertips follow the trail of hair below his belly button; his hardness twitched again when you got near, then you wrapped your hand around it.Â
You both moaned in unison, a harmony of pleasure that filled the silence of your living room. You moved along his entire length, feeling the satiny skin sliding over the shaft, and he threw his hair back in a movement that left his jugular exposed: his neck was too inviting and you sucked on it, the groans vibrating in his throat reverberating on your lips.
You gripped tighter when he got used to your caresses. As soon as his muffled whimpers seemed to increase in frequency you circled your thumb over the tip, spreading his leaking precum over the sensitive head. Spencer was at loss for words, a good indication that he was definitely enjoying the moment.
You were enjoying it too; you started to rub your legs together, your imagination running wild and picturing all sorts of scenarios. The mere thought of having him inside of you made you want to touch yourself but you resisted: Spencer was undoubtedly new to this and deserved someone in his life to love him and shower him with attention, so you decided to put his release before your own.
When you twisted your hand at the base of his cock he jumped, missing the bridge of your nose by a few inches.
âToo much?!â you cooed, and he seemed to come out of a sort of drunken stupor.
âNo, no⌠itâs good, I like itâŚâ
You sighed. âSpence, you have to tell me ifââ
âItâs really good,â he replied, the urgency sensible in his tone. âDonât stop,â he pleaded, low-key ashamed of how needy heâd sounded.
You pecked him on the nose as a reassurance you accepted and cherished this version of him: he wasnât the kind of man to be interested in the crude physical aspect of sex, heâd made it clear. He wasnât desperate for just anyone to satisfy him - he trusted you to do it, because he knew you were safe in each otherâs arms.
You shifted to adjust at his side and returned to your previous occupation; you let your other hand wander over his thigh as a forewarning, then you sheepishly cupped his balls so you could provide additional stimulation and send him over the edge.
He bucked his hips, a loud âOh, God!!!â escaping from his mouth before he grasped a fistful of your hair. He was hungry for you, his tongue sliding lustfully against yours and his breathing so ragged you were sure he was getting close.Â
Kissing him was your drug of choice but you also wanted to watch him come undone, thanks to you, so you turned your head while he tensed: he arched his back and bucked his hips once more, nipping at your earlobe. He became harder as he spilled himself over your fingers, wrist and his own stomach with a feral growl.
You didnât let go of him, not even when his whole body finally slumped down.
The well-defined jaw and unruly curls falling on his face, now so serene, made him appear like a Botticellian masterpiece. Botticelli would have never painted one of his subjects in such a disheveled state, for sure, but the contrast between his angelic aura and the fact he was sprawled on the couch with his trousers unzipped and his softening cock still in your hand was a vision to behold.
âHey,â you hummed as he re-opened his eyes and found you looking at him, âyouâre too cute to be real, you know that?!â
Embarrassed - yet adorably proud - Spencer lowered his gaze, only to grimace at the stickiness on his belly. And on you. âI made a mess, Iâm sââ
âWe made a mess. Besides, itâs nothing a towel canât fix, donât be sorry,â you said, patting his tummy.
You were almost tempted to ask him how long heâd been saving it for, in a clumsy attempt to remind him youâd fallen so head over heels for him you were not at all grossed out; at the last moment you ruled the joke out, though, stretching your legs to get up instead. âGive me a couple of minutes.â
He flashed you the most awkward smile and you forced your feet to move towards the bathroom.Â
You washed your hands under the hot running water and silently watched a part of Spencer swirling down the drain; the floral scent of the soap was now in the air but you could still feel his - coffee and cologne, accentuated by the faint traces of sweat on his skin.Â
You had just discovered something new: Spencer was often oblivious of how good he looked (despite the dark circles under his eyes) and that was no mystery, but the idea he might have been insecure about different parts of his body was something youâd never taken into account. If being a couple was the natural consequence of the emotional bond between you - rather than a result of some physical infatuation alone - why was he so preoccupied with your reaction to his half-naked self?
Your brain was going in severe overdrive.Â
You inhaled and exhaled a couple of times, your fingers gripping on the honed marble of the countertop, then you dried your hands with a towel, grabbed a fresh one and returned to the living room; the instant you approached your couch you realized Spencer had been doing a lot of thinking of his own, and your heart sank into your stomach.
âWunderkind, are you alright?â you questioned as you offered him the towel so that he could clean himself up. âWhatâs going on in here?â you added, tapping lightly on his temple.
He shrugged and proceeded to meticulously remove any trace of his seed from his belly and clothes before tucking the shirt into the waistband of his trousers. âNothing special.â
His left eyebrow raised, due to an involuntary movement of his facial muscles: it was a flash, a glimpse, the undeniable proof he was hiding something. The sound of your intrusive thoughts and fears got so loud you wanted to scream to cover their noise.
âYour microexpressions say otherwise,â you retorted.
Spencer lifted his head to meet your eyes, mouth agape, and you couldnât decipher the meaning of such a bewildered reaction. You had always been able to recognize his lying frown, his anxious smile, the suspicious squint and a hundred more variations: you were not a member of the BAU but you were an expert on detecting and classifying his emotions, yet youâd never seen that one before.Â
âItâs⌠uhm, Iâm wondering if it was good for you.â
Your heart leaped and bounced back where it belonged. His job required him to be the one calling people out on their behavior, not the other way round; your presence in his life forced him to face a situation in which his skills as a profiler couldnât shield him from his own vulnerability, so he was in serious need of some consolation.
You bent over to whisper in his ear. âIt was.â
âBut you didnât...â he nervously licked his lips, âand I want you to. Just tell me how.â
In the back of your mind you were 100% sure it would have been the right moment to confess youâd been harboring a few insecurities of your own but your fight-flight-freeze response was already answering on your behalf, making you freeze on the spot.
âSpencerâŚâ
âYou donât think I can?!â he inquired, still convinced his lack of experience was the motivation behind any episode of miscommunication.Â
âNO! Itâs not about you,â you responded in a hurry, hugging him as he was still seated on the couch. âOr maybe it is⌠â you gestured to your whole figure, âI guess Iâm a bit worried this isnât whatââ
Spencer wrapped you in an equally sweet hug, his chin dimple pressed on your abdomen. âThis is soft,â his hands ran to the back of your knees, trailing up, âitâs so soft Iâve got only one thing in mind every time you hug me and I have to stop myselfâŚâ
He stopped talking mid-sentence when you guided his palms over your chest and he finally laughed, fascinated by the feeling of your breasts through the shirt.
If he was so happy at the idea you were starving for his touch and was clearly eager to reciprocate it was time to consider the strong possibility he wasnât just settling for less. âDo you reallyââ
âYes!â he replied, enthusiastically. âBut I could use a few hints, you know.â
You knew. âMay I sit on your lap, kind sir?â
The âare you even serious?â pout on his face deserved an award; now you were both allowed to act silly without the slightest concern one of you was making fun of the other, high on the intoxicating concept of true intimacy.
You positioned yourself so that you were seated on his groin, your back flat on his chest and your head nestled in the crook of his neck, thanking Mother Nature for the existence of refractory periods. Not that it was necessary, but Spencer hooked his left forearm around your waist to secure you as his tongue glided over the soft skin behind your ear. âHow do I start?â
âStep one: make some space,â you tipped him.
He gulped loudly and began to caress your knee, ghosting his fingers along the thigh-bone. You shivered in anticipation and when he tried to reach for your inner thigh you spread your legs apart; he flattened his palm, gripping on your muscles and rubbing back and forth - still keeping some distance from your most delicate spots.Â
You turned to offer him your lips. âTease me⌠up and down, light touches.â
He did as he was told. When he ran the back of his hand over your mound you whimpered, the oversensitivity being too much to bear combined with the mind-blowing taste of his mouth over yours.
âIsnât it frustrating for you?â he managed to articulate in between kisses and you rocked your hips against him.
You could already feel the familiar and insistent throbbing, accentuated by the fact that delayed gratification was a real pain; you were dying for him to placate the fire his hard cock had sparked in you, so you grabbed his wrist and guided it over your stomach, down the front of your panties.
He gasped at the feeling of your tender flesh, the curly hair, the dampness - too many sensory inputs to process all at once. âYouâre so⌠warm?â
âCore body temperature is higher than the temperature of the skin,â you reminded him.Â
âSo warm,â he kept repeating, basic biology facts lost on him because his brain seemed to have switched off.Â
His palm grazed over your folds and your legs fell further open to give him better access; you stroked his left forearm and tilted your head back. âOnly two fingers now, Spence⌠up and down. But donât go straight forââ
You tensed when his fingertips danced on your clit and he gripped you even tighter. âSorry,â he mumbled, but the sensation was so good you could only smile.
âIf you plan to go there itâs left and right. And draw a few circles around, big and small...â you explained before words turned into muffled moans as he put your suggestions into actions.
You were still grinding on his lap, your back glued to his chest, and he took advantage of the proximity to trap your earlobe between his teeth, sucking lightly at each change of the pattern he was tracing.
You squeezed his wrist when the flame inside of you grew fiercer. âYou can slip your finger in if you want.â
Spencer let go of your earlobe and paused. âAre you sure?â
âIâve been thinking about it for weeks,â you admitted, the weight of your secret vanishing in the air like a puff of smoke.
He sighed and shifted underneath you; just as you were ready to tell him he didnât have to if he wasnât comfortable with the idea he slid his middle finger past your entrance and you shuddered in his embrace. His hands were elegant, veiny, and his slender digits made for playing piano or reaching your hidden crevices - you had no doubts about it, but judging by how he was sitting still he had more than one question regarding what to do with them.
âHow do I feel? Spence...?â
Even if you couldnât really see his face, you knew he had a confused-slash-excited look on. âHot⌠and wet, I never thoughtââ Â
âYou like it?â
âShouldnât I be asking you that?!â he asked in the cutest high-pitched tone and you laughed, making you both wince at the sudden movement.Â
All the words in any existent language put together couldnât describe the amount of affection you had for him. âI like it, Spence,â you hummed, âand it would be even better if you tried curling your finâ FUCK!âÂ
Spencer wasnât one to waste time once he was given a specific instruction.
He pushed his finger forward and curled it as you said, gliding in and out to slowly familiarize himself with the different textures of your inner walls. He adopted a very empirical approach, experimenting several techniques based on what heâd learned not so long before, while you whimpered and moaned his name; he was moaning, too, and so prettily you couldnât control yourself.
âSpence, I need moreâŚâÂ
He nipped at your jaw, his long hair tickling your cheek. âI donât want to hurt you.â
âYou wonât, I promiseâ, you panted, almost out of breath.
When he slipped a second finger in you realized that his arm wrapped around your waist was the only thing still keeping you in place: your legs were giving up on you, your hips swayed to let Spencerâs fingers plunge deeper as your back arched and your fists closed around his clothes. He was pumping relentlessly, overwhelmed by your wetness and the way you were taking him inside like he was a missing part of your own body; he tried to reach for your mouth and you turned to grasp the nape of his neck.
âYour hands are perfect,â you whined, âyou are perfectâŚâ
He huffed, his heart pounding fast. âAre youâŚ?â
âPlease... make me come, Spence,â you begged him in a whisper.
He pressed his thumb on your clit and started alternating between rough circling motions and the upward movement of his fingers, as you bucked your hips at a frantic pace; your thighs muscles contracted, you clenched around him and you ears plugged as you climaxed - something that had never happened to you before.
You tugged at his hair and screamed his name, before settling against his body once the tension faded.Â
He kept his fingers inside and he cuddled you throughout the aftermath of your orgasm, planting butterfly kisses wherever his mouth could reach and cradling you like his only mission in life was making you feel safe and protected.Â
Your self-consciousness awoke first, despite the rush of feel-good hormones flowing in your bloodstream.
âAm I crushing youâŚ?â you mumbled, and he grunted as you wriggled free to lean forward and pick up the towel from the floor.Â
He stared at his wet fingers with a pensive frown, then he wiped them clean and turned to face you - now seated on the couch with your legs across his and your forearm rested on his shoulder, so that you could play with his curls.Â
âDoctor, you deserve a gold star for your performance.â
He smiled and lowered his gaze for a second. âIâm very good at following instructions.â
âYouâre not bad at improvising, either,â you pointed out, âthe thing you did with your thumbâŚ?â
âI figured it was only a matter of combining the exact pressure and the right angle. Technically speakingââ
âSpencer?!â you cut him off, before he could lose himself in his own rambling. âThank you,â you added, kissing him lightly on his lips before you stood up to fix your panties and trousers. âYou can tell me all about the mechanics behind one of the best orgasms of my life on our way.â
âNosferatu. First Halloween togetherâŚ?â you elaborated when he looked at you in total confusion. âYouâve changed your mind.â
He shifted on the couch, his hazel eyes fixed on you. âIs that okay?â
This time you looked at him with your best âis ice cream cold?â frown: you wanted to spend eternity with him, not just an hour or two more. You climbed into his lap and tangled your fingers in his hair while he cupped your breasts.
âWhat if I getâŚ? I mean... again?!â
âWell, itâs not going to happen right now, Professor!!" you snorted, and his giggle sounded like celestial music. "But donât worry, weâve got the whole night."
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