#the ones in the team going to college will be staring at a fresh face like wow. I'M gonna be like that in a year

[bacchuschucklefuck]

if they do senior year brennan should make the bad kids deal with freshmen. a pass-the-torch plus leave-this-place-better-than-we-found-it thing will be cute but more importantly making these specific weirdos babysit will be a hoot

[saintzweig]

older next door neighbor!reader x stanford!art

– teehee :3 proofread? do you even know me (of course it's not)

– edit: i actually dont know how to feel abt this so please let me know what u think!!

art donaldson has been harboring a big fat crush on the girl next door for years now. you're two years older than him, already well into college by the time he got accepted into stanford. 4.0 GPA, a great volleyball player and you volunteer at animal shelters, his grandmother loves you– heck, every mother in town loves you. you used to come over atleast once a week, having dinner with him and his grandma. when you started tutoring to earn money, he had you over three times a week to help him even though his grades are doing fine. he reckons he can do better but really he just wants to have you to himself, the two of you locked in his room for hours. of course that changed when you left for college, choosing a university miles away and leaving him alone for the rest of his highschool years.

you come home every break which means that art does too, hoping to catch you and maybe show off a little. after all, he's a man now– he's on the stanford tennis team, he's won multiple tournaments and he's no longer the little nerd you've known since you were kids.

you come over one afternoon, bringing over some fresh brownies that you've made for art and his grandma. he opens the door shirtless, telling you he was just about to jump in the pool but really, he saw you walking over through the window and took his shirt off. he asks you if you want to maybe join, the weather's nice and all and much to his surprise, you agree, saying you have nothing going on anyways. you excuse yourself for a while, wanting to change into something more suitable and he prays it's the red bikini he's seen you wear before.

and it is. you come in and he offers you a cold beer. "beer huh? i didn't know you drink now, donaldson." you say with a slight grin, taking the bottle from him. he watches the way your hands wrapped around the bottle, images of your black manicured nails wrapped around his co–

he makes a comment about having done stuff in stanford, stopping himself from telling you that he's been drinking since he was a teenager, at the academy. with patrick. he doesn't miss the way your eyes lingered on his lips as took a swig of the beer, making him smirk subtly. he leads you to the backyard and you help yourself to a floatie while he sits on the edge of the pool. you paddle yourself softly to the water, leaning back and savoring the sunlight on your skin. he doesn't even try to hide the way he's staring at your chest, not that you can see anyways because your eyes are closed. "my grandma's having a poker game at one of her friend's so it's just us" he tells you.

you begin to ask him questions about his first year in college– how was tennis, how were the parties, any girls?

tennis was great, he says his coaches are really helping him improve and prepare to go pro. parties were crazy, it was loud and sweaty but he doesn't let himself get carried away, being an athlete and all. he's gotten on a few dates and he tells you he's been asked out alot, exaggerating a little bit to show off. you say you weren't surprised and he asks what you mean.

"i mean look at you, you're not bad looking. you're tall, blonde, athletic– girls dig that. you've gotten bigger too"

he smirks, "bigger?" and you only roll your eyes, leaning your head to look up the sky. he jumps in, walking over to you, crossing his arms over the floatie, making you shift slightly. his elbow touching your thigh. "what about you? any guys?" you hum, sipping on your beer. "there was one, but I don't know. didn't really work out" he asks why and you tell him you just don't see yourself dating someone on campus, they're all assholes who don't take anything seriously.

"have you ever dated anyone younger?" to which you raise a brow, only for him to tilt his head with a stupid grin on his face. you shake your head, "i heard younger guys can treat you very well." he says, and you knew exactly what he meant.

that's how you ended up sitting on the edge of the floatie, legs apart with art standing in between. you're leaning back on your arms while his hands are on your thighs, pulling you closer as he place kisses on your skin. your bikini is beginning to get wet, not just from the pool water. he looks up at you, water dripping down from his hair down to his face. "you don't know how long i've been waiting for this."

you almost whined at his expression, eyes wide as he looked up and lips plump, aching to taste you. you lift your hair to push back his curls and he leans into your touch, closing his eyes. "wanna show me how well you can treat me?" he thinks he just died and came back to life. in a second, your bottoms are untied and floating somewhere in the pool. fully exposed to him now, your cunt soft glistening in the sunlight. he lets out a soft cuss as he takes in the sight. "you sure about this?" you only nod, smiling down at him.

he kisses your sensitive clit, keeping his eyes on you as you throw your head back. he watches as your adams apple bob when you let out a moan. he begins to circle his tongue around your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. butterflies floating in your stomach as he made his way down, sticking his tongue inside your hole, tasting every bit of you. he moans as he feels your slick cover his tongue, "you taste so sweet, angel." you tug on his hair and he takes it as a request to go deeper and he does. he fucks you with his tongue, lifting his hand to press the rough pad of his thumb on your clit. his eyes are closed, savoring every moment. he pulls away slowly, teasing his finger into your dripping hole before slipping it in, and you tense up. immediately enclosing him with your warm gummy walls, art starts to feel pain inside his swimming trunks. he moves his hips slightly, hoping the water will create a friction to relieve the ache.

he attaches himself to your clit once more, sucking on it this time while he curls his fingers inside you at the same time. your stomach tightens as you feel your climax approaching, making you tug on his hair harder. "f–fuck, how are you so good at this" you gasp, bucking your hips. he chuckles, you feel the vibration against your core. "art– shit, i'm so close, baby" he groans at the pet name, his other hand gripping your thigh harder.

"you like that, huh?" your voice breathless, "you like it when i call you baby?" he nods feverishly, lapping up your juices, his own hips bucking softly underwater. you wrap your legs around his back, "i'm gonna cum, artie– fuck, baby just like that. doing so good f'me" within seconds, you're shaking violently into his mouth. feeling warm fluid ooze out of you, which he immediately takes into his mouth. you struggle to hold yourself up, leaning back on your arms as you catch your breath.

if only you could see the string of white floating out of his trunks under the water.

[believemedarlin]

The Perfect Man

Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader (3.9k words) Also available on AO3

Summary:

“You know, if you combined all the men on the team… they’d make the perfect man.”

“What?” Emily sputtered into her wine.

Penelope giggled while JJ looked intrigued

***

A drunken night out with the girls leads to some interesting revelations.

***

“Let’s play Fuck, Marry, Kill.”

A round of groans sounded from the table, but Penelope Garcia was not to be dissuaded. 

“Come on, ladies. It’ll be fun!”

Her best puppy dog eyes firmly in place, Penelope implored her friends and coworkers with a practiced look. You were holding strong until she brought out the big guns and pouted at you.

A mere ten seconds later you caved. 

“Okay, fine,” You sighed. “But can we use kick instead of kill? I always hated that option. Why do you have to kill them when kicking would be just as effective in showing your lack of interest? No death required.”

“Ooh, I like that,” Penelope immediately agreed with a nod. “You know I’m a pacifist at heart.”

She turned to the other two women seated at the table, pout back in full force. JJ gave in first, patting Penelope’s hand with an indulgent smile and a nod. 

Seeing that she was outnumbered, Emily shrugged. “Sure. But I’ll need another drink if we’re doing this. I haven’t played this since college.”

“I’ll get us all another round.” Penelope jumped to her feet to join her and they made their way to the bar, weaving through the other patrons.

It was a rare Friday night off and the women of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit had decided to go out for a much-needed night of ladies-only fun and frivolity. They had happily left the guys to sort out their evenings and escaped the second the clock struck five.

They were all a few drinks in at this point, which is most likely the reason Penelope had suggested the game. She always got a bit playful when she drank.

They returned a few minutes later, fresh drinks in hand. 

Once settled, Penelope leaned in, an eager smile on her face. “Okay. Fuck, Marry, Kick. Henry Cavill, Ben Barnes, Zachary Levi. And go!”

Emily took a sip of her drink and wasted no time in voicing her choices, followed by JJ and you. You took turns coming up with more and more outlandish options, and pleasantly spent the next hour drinking and laughing with your friends.

You had just finished giggling over Penelope’s reasoning behind her choosing to kick Willy Wonka and marry Jareth the Goblin King so she could enjoy a night with Conan the Barbarian when Emily leaned in with a smirk.

“I’ve got a good one. Hotch, Morgan, and Reid.”

The table erupted in a chorus of ooohs and laughter. 

JJ bit her lip in thought. “Okay, since we know them personally and I’m a happily taken woman, I’m going to change mine to kiss, because it’s weird to say I want to fuck any of them. So, uh, I’ll go with kiss Morgan, marry Reid, and kick Hotch. But only barely, because I do not want him angry with me.”

“Easy,” Penelope chirped. “Fuck Morgan, marry Morgan, and kick Reid and Hotch.”

You, JJ, and Emily burst into laughter, with JJ swatting Penelope on the arm. “You can’t double up like that!”

“Can too! My game, my rules. Besides, it’s special circumstances with Morgan as an option.”

Emily snorted, then grinned. “Hmm. I think I’d go with fuck Morgan, marry Hotch, and kick Reid.”

All eyes then turned to you as you stared into your drink, taking entirely too long as you overthought the options.

Eventually, Emily cleared her throat and you looked up to see her watching you expectantly.

“What?” You grinned sheepishly with a shrug. “It’s harder than you’d think!”

The ladies teased you good-naturedly until you finally said, “Okay, okay! Um, I think…” 

You blew out a breath in a long sigh. “Fuck Reid, marry Hotch, kick Morgan. No wait… Maybe fuck Hotch, marry Reid?”

Emily and JJ cackled while Penelope put on a fake offended air. “Why you gotta kick my beloved cinnamon hot chocolate Adonis not once, but twice? He’s the perfect man!”

"I mean, a lot of women would think that, yeah, but not me.”

Penelope gasped and pressed her hand to her chest dramatically. “Why, I never.”

You giggled with a shrug. “Sorry?” 

“You’re forgiven.”

“What I want to know,” JJ chimed in with a mischievous grin, “is why you can’t decide between Reid and Hotch on who to marry?”

You buried your face in your hands to hide your blush. “I don’t know! Both seem like solid choices. I think they’d both make good husbands.”

Emily smirked. “Sure it wasn’t because you couldn’t decide which you’d rather fuck?”

Penelope and JJ burst into laughter again while you groaned into your hands.

“You all are menaces. I don’t know why I spend time with you.”

“Because we’re wonderful people and you love us.”  Penelope teased.

“That’s debatable.” You mumbled.

“Oh, come on,” she leaned into your side and laid her head on your shoulder. “You know you adore us.” Penelope batted her eyes and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Yeah, I do.”

She cheered and called for another round of drinks.

The game wound down and devolved into a rather extensive list of men and women that each of the ladies wouldn’t mind enjoying some personal one-on-one time with.

You had been sitting in a comfortable silence for the past few minutes, chin in hand and elbow on the table, your mind pondering on something Penelope had said earlier. Your voice took on a contemplative tone as you mused aloud, “You know, if you combined all the men on the team… they’d make the perfect man.”

“What?” Emily sputtered into her wine.

Penelope giggled while JJ looked intrigued.

“Okay, just hear me out. Now, granted, everyone’s idea of the perfect man is different but for me… If we go by physical attributes first, you have to admit that each guy is objectively attractive on their own. I mean seriously, was it a prerequisite that everyone has to be outrageously good-looking to be a member of the team?”

The ladies heartily agreed with laughter and nods, but you gestured across the table to them. “I’m including you three in this too. Have you looked at yourselves? You’re all absolutely gorgeous.”

“Damn right, we are,” Emily exclaimed as she high-fived JJ.

You raised your glass to her and took a sip before expanding on your premise. “So by themselves, each man is handsome but combined…”

You tilt your head in thought. “For me, it would be Reid’s hair. I’ve always liked longer hair on a guy and have you seen those curls when he lets it grow out? And then add in Hotch and Rossi’s dark hair and … yeah. Next would be Morgan and Rossi’s facial hair. I don’t know about you ladies but I like a man with a bit of scruff, you know what I mean? Goatee or full beard or just a couple of days growth, hell even a good five o’clock shadow, as long as it’s maintained and not all scraggly, I like it. Oooh, remember when Hotch came back with a beard?

“Yeah,” you sighed, a bit more dreamily than you had intended, surely caused by the late hour and not the memory of a casually dressed, bearded Hotch. “Like that.”

All three ladies shared a knowing look, but you paid them no mind. 

“Though there is something to be said about a freshly shaved face. It’s so soft…” You sighed again.

“And then there’s height.” You knew you were rambling, but with the alcohol fueling you, there was little chance of stopping you now. “They’re all at least 6 foot so the height difference is perfect for both cuddles and forehead kisses.”

At this, Emily snorted. “Forehead kisses?”

“Yes,” you snipped primly. “They are the pinnacle of non-lip-to-lip kisses and they are my favorite thing. They just make you feel so adored. Now shush.”

You shooed her and rested your chin back in your hand. “Let’s see… Eyes. Honestly, I think they all have lovely eyes. I’m not picky on eye color really but I think Hotch’s stand out the most to me. I mean, have you seen his eyelashes? It should be criminal for a man to have such beautiful eyelashes.”

Another round of nods and hummed agreements sounded from the table.

“You know,” you continue with barely a pause, “I’ve never been a fan of really buff dudes, which sorry Pen, but that’s kinda why poor Morgan got kicked twice.” You shrugged unapologetically at her. 

“I’ve always preferred lean guys. Not scrawny but not bugling out his shirt, you know? Strong but not shoved in your face. But!” You sit straighter in your chair, index finger raised to emphasize your point. “That’s just looks. Personality-wise, I’m drawn to kindness first and our boys all have that in spades. And they each show it in different ways, but it’s always present.”

You met Penelope’s eyes. “And Morgan’s kindness absolutely overrides his excessive muscle mass. He’s honestly one of the kindest people I know, even if he’d deny it. He’s not humble about a lot of things, but he is about that.”

Your eyes dropped to the table as your finger ran along the wood grain. “I also like intelligence and while yes, first thoughts go to Reid, the others are all brilliant too. Like, Rossi is so wise! It seems like he always knows what’s going on with someone before anyone else, and always seems to know just what to say just when you need to hear it. And they each have strengths that I admire. I genuinely like each of them as a person and I’m proud to know them and am honored they consider me a friend. Honestly, I feel that way about all of you.”

“Aw!” Penelope sniffled. “That’s so sweet. We love you too, you know.”

You gave her hand a quick squeeze and took another sip of your drink. 

“What about lips?”

You blinked at JJ. “Lips? I’m not sure. I don’t know that I look at them much.”

Emily tilted her head. “You seriously don’t look at men’s lips?”

“Not really? I mean, I notice smiles. And honestly, how did I not start with that? It’s usually one of the first things I notice about someone. Smiles make everyone look twice as attractive. Oh, and a sense of humor! Gotta love a man who can make you laugh.”

“This one is definitely Morgan,” Emily chimed in and you nodded in agreement while Penelope raised her glass.

“Absolutely. He always makes me laugh, but so do the others. Rossi is snarky, which I appreciate as a fellow snarker. I can’t tell you the number of times he’s made me hold back a laugh during a round table. Reid can be really funny, too. Especially when we’re making Star Trek or Doctor Who references that no one else gets. Except you, Pen, but you’re usually in your lair. And Hotch—”

“No,” Emily cut in. “No way you think he’s funny. The man barely smiles.”

You tsked and leaned in, your tone turning a bit haughty. “First of all, I think it’s a good thing that he holds those back because have you seen how handsome he is when he smiles? His whole face transforms and he has dimples. Dimples . It’s ridiculous and no one would be able to focus on work if he was blinding us with his smile all the time. And secondly, yes. He’s hilarious, actually. He has a dry sense of humor that gets me every time. And he is so straight-faced about it. I laughed embarrassingly loud once at something he said and I had to leave the room because I couldn’t stop giggling. And the man had the nerve to be smug about it later.”

You shook your head with exasperated fondness, not noticing the raised eyebrows and pointed looks the other ladies were sharing.

“Anyway,” You sighed and leaned back in your chair. “Morgan is my biggest supporter, Reid nerds out with me, Rossi gives the best advice, and Hotch makes me feel safe. All things that would attract me to someone. So, with their powers combined…” You spread your hands in a sweeping motion. “The perfect man.”

“Huh,” Penelope hummed. “You know, I kinda see it.”

“See?” You grinned triumphantly. “We really do work with amazing guys.”

A cry of ‘hear, hear’ sounded around the table and the four of you leaned in to clink glasses.

Emily settled back in her chair with a smirk, her eyes focused on you. “Okay, you waxed poetic about the guys. Now, what about us?”

You grinned. “You, my darling lady loves, all hold a special place in my heart. There’s no way I could choose. You are each the perfect woman.”

Another cheer went up and everyone downed their drinks, laughing merrily.

The outing wound down about half an hour later. You each stumbled your way outside, Emily and Penelope deciding to share a taxi.

You stood with JJ as you waved the other two goodbye; you waiting for your own taxi and JJ waiting for Will to pick her up.

“You know,” she said conversationally, her eyes on the street. “You mentioned Hotch quite a few times describing your perfect man.”

You blinked. “What? I did not.”

She turned to you with a wide grin. “Oh yes, you did. No denying it now.”

You sputtered, not sure how to reply.

She chuckled and laid a hand on your arm, just as your taxi arrived. “Seems to me like he ticks quite a few of the boxes for your perfect man.” She leaned in to whisper, “So what are you going to do about it?”

JJ winked as she stepped back to open the door of the car that pulled in behind your taxi and slid in. “Just think about it, okay?”

You nodded numbly, mechanically climbing into the back seat of the taxi while Will and JJ patiently waited to make sure you were safely on your way.

You mumbled out your address and barely noticed the drive home, arriving much sooner than expected, as your mind was focused on JJ’s words.

You shook your head as you entered your apartment, determined to think no more of it. It was just a silly statement born out of one too many drinks.

There was no way you thought of Hotch that way.

No way at all.

***

The rest of the weekend was miraculously quiet and work-free. You couldn’t remember the last time you had so much time to yourself, so you took full advantage of it.

As days off always tended to do, they flew by too quickly and Monday morning arrived before you were ready for it. You greeted everyone when you entered the department, nodding to Rossi and waving at Morgan and Penelope as you settled in at your desk.

No new case had come in, so today would be an in-office day catching up on paperwork and caseloads.

You were productive throughout the day, completing most of the pending work assigned to you, and you were feeling quite accomplished with the diminishing stack in your inbox.

Only a few minutes remained in the workday when you stood from your chair, stretching your stiff back, and made your way up the stairs to Hotch’s office to drop off an armful of completed reports.

You knocked on his door, only having to wait a second before he bid you enter.

He was focused on the open file in front of him and he didn’t look up until you spoke. “These are ready for you to review, Hotch.”

His eyes shot up to meet yours before dropping to the folders in your arms. He gestured to the corner of his desk nearest you and went back to scribbling notes on the report. “You can just leave them there, thank you.”

You set them down next to another stack and grimaced. There were multiple bundles of files littering his desk. While in-office days were great for clearing your desk of work, it unfortunately always added to Hotch’s workload.

“Looks like everyone had similar offerings for you today. Will you be able to leave at a reasonable hour tonight? I’d be happy to help with anything if you need it.”

Hotch finished the line he was writing and looked up at you through his long lashes, a small, shy kind of smile curving his lips. His cheeks were just a touch pinker than usual and you blinked because you’ve never seen that look on his face before.

He looked almost bashful, a word you would never have associated with Aaron Hotchner.

But damn, was it a good look on him. He really was a handsome man, wasn’t he? Kind, funny, successful, and a great father. He was practically the perfect man.

You froze and blinked again at the realization.

“Oh, uh,” his deep voice broke you from your thoughts. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got it covered. I shouldn’t be here too much longer.”

“Right, of course.” You nodded and prayed he couldn’t see the blush you knew was rapidly spreading across your face. “Well, good night, sir.” 

You spun on your heel and opened the door, ready to flee as fast as your feet could carry you.

His low, murmured good night followed you out the door and you nearly shivered because holy hell, even his voice was attractive.

You quickly grabbed your things and nearly sprinted to the elevators, not wanting to stay one second longer around skilled profilers who could read you so easily, knowing they would spot your flushed cheeks instantly and want to know what caused them. Or worse, they’d already know, and that was not something you were ready to discuss with any of them at the moment.

You had fully intended on ignoring JJ’s words from Friday night, but after your reaction just now, you knew she was right.

Hotch was pretty damn close to fitting the idea of your perfect man.

Or maybe, the idea of your perfect man came from Hotch.

You sighed as you entered the thankfully empty elevator, finally admitting to yourself the truth that had been staring you in the face for longer than you’d ever care to admit.

You had it bad for Aaron Hotchner.

Oh, you were in so much trouble.

***

Aaron watched as you left his office, your face a delightful shade of pink.

His eyes followed as you rushed to your desk, snatched up your things, and darted out the door.

He hadn’t meant to overhear Prentiss and Garcia’s conversation that morning as they reminisced over their night out last Friday. He certainly hadn’t meant to linger when they mentioned you and your adorable—according to Garcia—rant about the perfect man. And he most certainly hadn’t meant to lean in rather eagerly when they whispered about just how many times his name had come up as an example during said rant.

He had been pleasantly surprised and somewhat stunned by the information. He’d never thought of himself as an ideal for the perfect man. 

Sure, he supposed he had a few attributes that some women might find appealing. He had a successful career and tried to keep in shape, though that was more for his job than vanity.

But he never imagined that anyone would look at him and think that he was a paradigm of their perfect man. Least of all you.

You were a brilliant profiler, exceptional in the field and able to hold your own in a fight when needed, but you were also caring with the victims and their families. You were witty and kind and easygoing. You were someone who smiled freely and laughed readily and did your best to cheer and encourage the team on tough cases.

Not someone who would think of stoic, hardass Aaron Hotchner as the perfect man.

Still, he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes from drifting to the window of his office throughout the day, seeking you out.

He thought back to when you joined the BAU and how quickly you became not only an essential part of the team but a much-welcomed member of their little family. Everyone adored you and Aaron himself had to admit that you had wormed your way into his heart.

He loved the time he got to spend with you when the team got together to unwind after a case and the little moments of levity you all shared in between working. He recalled the times he managed to make you laugh and the occasions where he found himself chuckling as well. You were easy to talk to and more often than not, the two of you fell into conversation whenever everyone else was either asleep or preferred to be left alone on the jet going to and from cases.

He genuinely enjoyed your company and found himself wishing he could enjoy it more often.

His eyes wandered to the bullpen again, zeroing in on you almost immediately. Prentiss and Morgan were standing by your desk when one of them said something that made you laugh.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth opened to release an enchanting sound of delight. Aaron couldn’t look away and had to admit that you really were quite lovely. Inside and out.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat looking at you but knew it was longer than appropriate. He shook his head and forced himself to focus back on his work.

He managed to shove all thoughts of you from his mind for the remainder of the day until a soft knock sounded on his door late in the afternoon.

He didn’t bother to look up from the report he was notating after giving a gruff come in until he heard your voice.

Aaron couldn’t keep his eyes from darting up to meet yours before dropping them to the large stack of files in your arms.

He gestured for you to place them on the corner of his desk next to the ones Reid had deposited earlier and thought that would be his singular interaction with you for the day.

But then your caring side came out again and you sweetly offered to help him, a proposition that both filled him with fondness and nervousness.

After all his wayward thoughts about you throughout the day, he wasn’t sure if being in close proximity with you was a good idea or not. 

Aaron looked up at you again, the late afternoon sun enveloping you, enhancing your features, and his only thought was that he’d been wrong earlier. 

You weren’t just lovely. You were stunning.

In that moment, he was completely captivated by you and his thoughts ran rampant as he cataloged every minute detail of you. Your beauty, your kindness, your brilliance, and all the little things that made you you . Everything that endeared you to him.

But his thoughts came to a crashing halt when he realized that he was staring at you. He felt his face flush and he stammered as he gently declined your help.

You bid him a good night, but Aaron couldn’t take his eyes off the spreading blush on your cheeks. It kept his attention until you were out of sight.

He blinked and dropped his eyes back to the forgotten report in front of him, a slow smile creeping across his face.

He may not have meant to overhear the conversation that caused him to think about you all day, but he was starting to be glad he had. It seemed it was all he needed to face a few truths he had been in denial about for a long while now.

He was completely and utterly smitten with you.

Now, he just had to decide what to do about it. 

Aaron sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Oh, he was in so much trouble.

[riptides-n-roses]

fresh meat - the shield (18+)

⛧ pair: the shield (jon moxley/dean ambrose, seth rollins, and roman reigns) x reader [i know he goes by mox now but i’m calling him dean for this one]

⛧ tags: @88changemymind @reigns-prophecy @cyberdejos2 (please let me know anytime if you'd like to be tagged in recent or future works.

⛧ warnings: primal play, kidnapping cre@mp1es, unprotected p in v, @nal (you're welcome), oral (m! and f! receiving), foursome (f/m/m/m), exhibitionism, lots of positions, degrading (my specialty), edging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, tr1ple p3netration [future warnings may be updated in this ff] as always minors should not interact ♡

⛧ sorry I haven't been active - I been busy with college and a recent trip to Germany: I always had a little fantasy of these 3 being dominant in a "certain" kind of way. Also I will go ahead and apologize if this isn't my best work - I've never had any bad writer's block like this and this the first time I've written a foursome so my apologies if it's a bit hard to understand.

⛧ the shield took out lots of the lockerroom; you however were in front of their next target. They surrounded you and were thinking of what to do you as punishment for getting in their way.

⛧ word count: 3.8K

How did you get here? How did you find yourself like this? The Shield were already pissed off about whatever the chairman told them but why you? Why were you surrounded by those three?

You quivered in fear as The Shield stared at you. Ambrose smirking, Rollins checking you up and down, and Reigns looking deep into your eyes.

"What do you think, boys?" Dean asks his fellow brothers. "What should we do with her?"

“I don’t know, Dean.” Roman replied, annoyance in his tone. “I’m getting irritated from her looking at us.”

You shivered from Roman’s words. You never thought you’d see yourself in this position - three hungry wolves lurking around you like they found their next meal. You sweated, praying that they won’t hurt you. But why you out of all people?

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An hour earlier…

The Shield was pissed at Triple H for screwing them over for a tag team championship rematch. They’ve been begging to get this opportunity since their reunion.

They’ve already put many superstars through the announce tables and anything else they could attack other male superstars with.

You, a female superstar, were minding your business, getting ready to support your best friend, Naomi since she had a match for the women’s championship. While getting ready to meet her, you noticed a good friend of yours, Drew McIntyre, being part of the Shields main targets. Of course you couldn’t stand there and not protect your friend.

You noticed Seth about to make a sneak attack on Drew and you immediately blocked him from landing a hit on Drew. Seth was stunned seeing you try to stop what The Shield was all about - justice. And they sure had a way of making it known. You froze, asking yourself, "What were you thinking? You stopped a member of The Shield?! That's asking for a funeral." But you didn't want to show you were afraid, your face remained as emotionless as you could.

Drew didn’t say anything and left, a little amused from your small act of protecting your friend. In that space was just you and Seth. Seth began to smile and laugh at you, not believing you would stop any member of this faction.

“Sweetheart, there’s absolutely no way you’re trying to stop me. Either you be a good girl and move out of my way or you’re going to regret it.” He threatened, looking at your face. You felt offended from what he called you and didn’t move a muscle. It was stupid to do what you were doing, but your body was telling you to stay still.

When Seth saw you wouldn’t budge, he sighed and chuckled. You don’t know why he was laughing but you wouldn’t dare to ask.

“Welp, I tried to warn you.”

Those were his last words when two figures emerged from the dark - his other brothers, Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns. Your eyes widened as you realize your situation, three on one. You walked back slowly, backing yourself up to a wall. The three now surrounding you - making sure you wouldn’t escape from them.

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Which leads to now. You felt your stomach drop as Seth approached you slowly, reaching his gloved hand out to your face, lifting your chin up with his finger.

“I’d say we punish her for getting in our way - making our next target get away.” He finally spoke, his other hand reaching to gently cup your face. “What do you think we should do, gentlemen?”

Dean and Roman both look at each other and smirked, both sharing an idea. “I think we should make her regret messing with us.” Dean replied. “We should ruin that pretty little face of hers.” Roman chimed in.

“I agree.” Seth chuckled. “Y’hear that? We’re gonna punish you.”

Your eyes widened. Punish? What did they mean? You lost your train of thought when you were suddenly picked up by Seth, him placing you on his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You yelled, landing punches on Seth.

“Oh you’ll have to try harder than that, sweetheart.” He mocked. “You’re ours now.”

You squirmed trying to become loose from his grip as the three men carried you away, putting their plans on beating up the whole locker room on pause.

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You were brought to an empty room, only decorated with a couch and a table, Seth finally putting you down from his shoulder.

You quivered as you watched Dean closing the door and locking it, keeping his eyes on you. It was now just the four of you in a room, without anyone interfering with whatever they wanted. You took a step back as they began to approach you. You were scared to your wits - afraid of how they were with anyone who dared cross them, you were shaking as to what they wanted from you.

“Look at her, boys. She’s afraid of us being in front of her. How adorable.” Dean chuckled flattered that you found them intimidating.

“Awww what’s the matter, sweetheart?” Seth asked. “Scared of us? You think we’re gonna hurt you?”

“Cmon, babygirl. Don’t be shy~” Roman chimed, waiting for you to answer.

You gulped, too stunned to speak.

“Y-Yes…” you replied.

You watched the Shield smile, finally getting a reaction out of you. You felt humiliated with your situation. You just wanted them to leave you alone so you could go home.

Dean approached you, completely in front of you and looking into your eyes. You shivered feeling him go to the crook of your neck, getting a smell out of you. You held your breath feeling one of his rough calloused hands touch your waist, making their way slowly up your body. Dean hummed in approval, taking note of how sensitive you were with his gentle touch. You gasped when you felt his lips gently kiss your skin, his hand now intertwined with yours. Dean chuckled to your noises as he kept kissing your neck, obsessed with your scent.

“What….what are you-“

“Shhh. Relax, doll. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He was gentle with his tone - a bit too gentle. It was slightly erotic. With his other hand, he motioned for Roman to also get a smell of you. Roman smirked and made his way behind you - his hands going under your shirt. You shivered from how cold they were. You bit your lip when you felt them go in your bra cupping your breast, giving them a squeeze. You closed your eyes tight feeling Roman gently biting your ear. Seth was amused to you trying your best not to submit to their touches and kisses, he admired seeing how you were pathetically trying to not give a reaction.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart.” Seth laughed, watching his fellow brothers make a mess of you “You can make noise. Only us will hear you.”

“Aww is someone shy?” Dean cooed “You don’t have to be afraid.”

“Go on, babygirl.” Roman ordered

You accidentally left out a moan as you felt Dean bite harder into your skin - Roman squeezing your breasts a bit harder, playing with your nips. Your free hand went around Dean, pulling him in closer onto you. As much as you were afraid to admit it, you were getting turned on. You felt yourself getting damp to multiple kisses and hot breaths surrounding you.

“Please…I..” You tried to talk, feeling intoxicated from being touched and kissed.

“What is it, babygirl?” Roman asked “You want some more?”

“Don’t be scared, doll. Tell us what you want.” Dean added, his hand slowly going down your crotch. Your breath was shaky as you tried to open your mouth.

“I…oh fuck…I want more.” You replied, feeling a bulge being pressed against your ass. You moaned from Dean’s hot kisses all over your neck, Roman having his hands gripping your sides and continuously rubbing his bulge on your ass, still playfully biting your ear.

“Hmm, good girl” Dean whispered, getting turned on from your submissive voice.

You whined when Dean stopped toying with you, stepping back as Seth was in front of you now.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll be gentle with you.” Seth chuckled, cupping your face as he pressed his lips against yours, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. Your muffled moans and pleas turned on the three hungry men. You felt sandwiched between Seth and Roman, feeling them kiss all over you.

“Yknow…this gear of yours” Roman started, before he lifted your top up “Has always distracted me whenever you walked past us.” Before you could speak, your top was off, being completely naked from top. You shivered from your naked breasts being exposed to the air. You watched as Seth’s eyes grew hungry with lust seeing your hardened nipples as he began to play with one of them, making you whine from his touch.

“I…I don’t understand.” You started, feeling Roman place gentle kisses on the back of your neck. “I thought you three were going to literally hurt me…”

“Hurt you?” Seth was surprised from your statement “Oh no sweetheart we could never. Isn’t that right boys?”

“She’s too pretty for that” Dean smirked, admiring how sensitive you were.

“And these bottoms…” You felt one of Roman’s calloused hands make their way to your waistline, teasing part of your bottoms “They always hugged your curves in all the right places..” You yelped feeling your bottoms quickly come down, revealing your laced underwear. You were now nearly nude in front of the three behemoths, your body shivered from the sudden temperature change.

“Oh? What’s this?” Seth teased, his hand making his way to your clothed cunt, “Lace? Were you expecting this, sweetheart?”

As you opened your mouth, you felt Seth’s hand make small circles on your clit, sending a wave of vibrations down your spine. You were already wet from being kissed and toyed with from Dean and Roman, but feeling Seth play with your clit made you wetter and needy for more.

“You’re so wet, baby…” Seth whispered, his hand going faster on your clit. You whined from his touch, your eyes tightly shut. You felt so small under their touch and dominance.

You were shaking, you've never felt this kind of sensation before and it was driving you wild. Your whimpers felt like music to their ears, enjoying every sound you made whenever they touched you.

What seemed like eternity, Seth finally stopped playing with your cunt, admiring your juices being all over his fingers, Roman backing away from behind you. You were confused as to what they were going to do next.

"I always wondered what do you taste like, sweetheart"

Before you could say anything, you were placed on the couch, your legs spread wide open. You watched The Shield admiring your clothed cunt. You were scared to make a noise as Seth slowly made his way toward you, his hands gently pulling your underwear off.

"Are you scared? Pathetic. You weren't so scared in stopping us earlier. What happened to that brave little soul?" he teased, forcefully spreading your legs wider to a better view of your wet cunt.

You couldn't answer, your breath hitched feeling a warm tongue circling your clit. You couldn't move your legs much as Seth kept them open.

"F-Fuck.." you cried, your eyes shut from the waves of pleasure, you melting in front of the three. You amused them, they've never seen you so submissive like this before.

"What a good little slut..." Seth muttered, his gloved fingers circling your clit as his tongue went in you.

Dean and Roman watched in admiration but a little jealous that they weren't having their way with you just yet.

"Please...I...I want to-"

"You're not going to cum until I tell you too, understood?"

You cried from Seth's orders, feeling your stomach tighten and winding up. You whined when he stopped, unable to cum without their permission.

"I thought of something else."

You were confused by what he meant, until he motioned for Dean, making his way towards you. You were swiftly put on your knees, ass up in front of Seth. You looked up at Dean, his eyes hungry for you.

"You're going to be a good girl and take the both of us. Got it?" Dean asked, his hands removing his belt and black pants. You quickly nodded, not saying a word.

"I'm sorry, are you going to address him correctly?" Seth muttered, delivering a harsh slap on your ass; you yelped from the pain, your mind going white for a second.

"Yes...Yes sir."

Dean smirked and pulled down his boxers, revealing his thick cock. Your eyes widened from how big he was, you were worried as to how you were going to fit him all in your mouth. You lost your train of thought when you felt Seth's fingers playing with your clit, you gasped from how rough he was being.

"Open your mouth, whore"

Dean roughly grabbed your cheeks, forcefully pushing his dick in your mouth, your eyes forming tears as you gagged on his length, his tip touching the back of your throat. Seth, growing impatient, pushed himself into you, your cunt throbbing from being stuffed.

Your moans were muffled as you felt another slap across your ass, Seth thrusting in and out of you. You whimpered feeling Seth's hands roughly grabbing your sides, Dean grabbing a handful of your hair.

"God damn, you're such a slut" Dean groaned, His free hand roughly grabbing your face "You're doing so good."

You whimpered from how you were being manhandled from the two, trying to grasp for air.

"You're taking me so well, sweetheart." Seth praised, delivering another slap on your ass. The two men getting sloppier with each thrust. You felt your stomach tighten, you were getting desperate to cum.

"Look at me." Dean ordered, raising your face up, "You were wanting this for a while weren't you?" You nodded, afraid to disobey him. He smirked, biting his lip. "You're so cute."

Your eyes rolled back as Dean and Seth went harder and faster with their thrusts, you knew they were going to cum soon, your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth, are you ready?"

You nodded to Dean, gagging from his length.

"Me too, sweetheart" you heard Seth groan, his hands grabbing your ass. "I'll let you cum, okay?"

You whined, finally wanting to be filled with cum. Your stomach beginning to wind up.

"Fuck..." Dean growled, thrusting one last time before filling your mouth with his cum.

You reached your orgasm too, your cries tighten your pussy as Seth thrusted into your cunt, his seed explode deep in you. The three of you rode out an orgasm, your body shaking from the round of sex. Dean pulled his cock out of your mouth, letting you breathe while Seth slowly pulled out of you, your pussy leaking his cum. Dean grabbed your face, leaving hot kisses all over you. "You're a good slut...but you know we aren't done. Roman hasn't had a turn yet with you."

You slowly turned to see an impatient Roman staring at you, smirking as you knew he was going to be aggressive with you. You yelped from Seth smacking your ass one more time before standing up, Dean giving you one more kiss before he also gotten up.

"She's all yours, Roman."

As Dean and Seth stood back, Roman took his time making his way toward you, admiring your flushed face and your submissive position. He gently cupped your face with his hand. He smirked looking into your eyes, listening to your heavy breathing.

You were scared as he remained silent, thinking of what he wanted to do to you. You didn't want to question him since he wasn't that much of a talker. What seemed like forever, he smashed his lips onto yours, catching you off guard from his swift movements. You whined as both of your tongues twirled against each other. His free hand slowly making its way to one of your breast, playing with your nipples. You whined from his touch, rough but gentle. You knew this wasn't what he really wanted.

He finally pulled away, allowing your lungs air. His eyes never leaving yours. He gently stroked your face, still not saying a word. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was he already getting bored? What was he planning?

You looked down and saw a massive bulge in his pants, your eyes widening. "How is he going to fit that in me?" you thought to yourself. He took noticed and chuckled, amused to how shocked you were.

"How cute..." Roman muttered.

You were startled to his tone, finally hearing him speak. He swiftly put you on your back, your cunt being in front of him. You watched as Roman undid his belt and his pants, revealing his huge, veiny cock. "Holy...fuck" your thoughts were full of concern. You felt as if he was going to rip through you.

He positioned himself, not breaking eye contact and keeping your legs open, watching your face expressions carefully. You gasped feeling his tip tease your clit, throbbing for attention. You could feel your face getting warm.

You whined as he roughly pushed himself into you, your walls tightening from how thick he was. He made sure you adjusted to his size before thrusting roughly into you, grunting from how tight you were.

"Fuck, babygirl..." his groans hypnotized you, your eyes never leaving his, your tits bouncing with each thrust. He leaned toward you, pressing his lips against yours again, you wrapped your arms and legs around him. You were surprised he wasn't being as rough as you were thinking. You felt it wasn't really what he really wanted to do with you just yet.

He pulled away from your lips, wanting to look into your eyes again.

You shut your eyes tight from how good you felt, You gasped as Roman grabbed your throat, limiting a bit of air.

"Look at me baby. Look at me while I fuck you."

You opened your eyes again, obeying Roman as he thrusted harder into you, your legs pathetically trying to close themselves. It was too much for you to handle.

"You're so beautiful like this."

His praises were erotic. You couldn't talk much as his grip went a little tighter on your neck. You felt your stomach slowly tighten. You gasped his thrusts went faster into you, you were trying to grab his arm that was around your neck. Roman quickly intertwined his hand with yours, preventing you from releasing his grip.

"I wouldn't do that, babygirl."

You cried feeling your stomach getting tighter, his thrusts getting sloppier.

"Do you want to cum, baby? I'm getting ready to." He growled, holding back from cumming in you too quickly.

"Ye..Ye..Yess" Your words were limited, feeling yourself getting closer to your limit. He smirked and released his grip on your throat, letting you breathe.

"Fuck baby...I'm gonna cum"

You sobbed, cumming all over his cock, one last thrust before he came in you, your eyes rolling back, shaking from your second orgasm. Roman kissing you one more time before pulling out of you, he smiled looking how exhausted you were.

"We're still not done."

You felt your stomach dropped from those words. Not done? What else could they have wanted? You look back and see Dean and Seth coming toward you and Roman, having another idea.

Roman smirked and helped you up, having another thought in his head. Just then, you were picked up for a second, Dean now laying on his back, you on top of him, Roman behind you and Seth in front of you. You knew where this was going. You whined feeling Dean push himself into you without warning, Roman teasing your ass before slowly pushing his tip in. You were about to scream before Seth put his dick in your mouth, muffling your cries. You never felt stuffed like this before. It was a little painful, but you didn't mind. Your shut your eyes tight as the three men began to thrust into you, you feeling so full to a point you've never felt before. The sounds of groans and skin slapping filled the room, it was too erotic for either of you to handle. You never had sex like this before but it didn't bother you.

"How's this, y/n? Us filling you up like this?" Seth laughed as he cupped your face, watching your eyes roll back, his other hand grabbing a lot of your hair roughly.

You could only let out a few muffled whimpers and cries, begging to be fucked rougher.

"This is what happens when you cross us, y'hear?"

You gasped as Dean began playing with your tits, making you overstimulated, sure to cum soon. Roman was now the one delivering harsh slaps on your ass, even harder than what Seth did earlier. Tears formed in your eyes from the overbearing pleasure. It was too much yet it felt too good to stop.

Their thrusts gotten harder and disgustingly faster, your stomach tightening quicker than the last few times. Your breath gotten quicker from each thrust. Seth took notice and grabbed your face forcing you to look at him.

"Fuck...I know you're about to cum but you're not going to yet, slut."

You whined from his demands, trying desperately hard not to disobey him from cumming too quickly. Your body felt like jello, it was unbearable to keep still in the same position due to the amount of pleasure: Seth's tip always touching the back of your throat with each thrust, Dean hitting your sensitive spots, and Roman stuffing your ass with his cock. It was a lot to handle.

You were getting impatient, your whines growing loud from your upcoming orgasm, it was starting to hurt holding it.

"I'm getting close, fuck...I'm about to cum in you, baby." Dean growled, his grip gotten tighter on one of your breasts.

"Same here. You still holding it, hmm?" Seth asked you, your eyes blurred from tears. You quickly nodded, it was really starting to hurt holding your orgasm."

"Shit, I'm about to cum." Roman muttered, his thrusts getting sloppy.

You cried out releasing your orgasm on Dean's cock, Your vision going white. Dean followed behind, filling you up with his cum. Roman forcefully grabbing your sides, his seed burst into your ass, and Seth cumming down your throat. The four of you rode out a rough orgasm. Seth finally pulled out of your mouth, keeping his tight grip on you keeping eye contact. Your breath was scarce, finally having some time to breathe. Both Roman and Dean pulled out of you, still staying in their position, all of you breathing heavily from the round of sex. Your body was shaking, shivering from how rough you were fucked, cum leaking from both of your holes.

Seth chuckled, amused from how completely exhausted you were now, giving you a rough kiss on your lips.

"This was your punishment."

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Let The Rain Fall | Bucky Barnes x Autistic!Reader | Short Series - Part 4 of 4 - 2.5k

Bucky isn't the only person looking to talk to you after you rescue the jet. But you're feeling far from heroic. But Bucky's seen you struggle before, and he's going to help you again too.

Warnings: description of a meltdown, angst, workplace bullying, negative introspection, but also fluff, Bucky being the softest and the sweetest, and...a kiss!

A/N: thank you to everyone who has read along, I'm so glad I finally shared this fic with you all and I hope you enjoyed it :)

<- Part 3

Masterlist | Let the Rain Fall Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

The compound was calm again, the debris from the attack was being cleaned up by Stark’s crew and everyone was back to their day jobs as if nothing happened. But Bucky couldn’t move, couldn’t go back to the gym or paperwork, and just forget what he’d seen. 

“She was just standing there, Steve, controlling the jet, she saved them all - I- what happened? What is she?” 

Steve didn’t look up from the report he was reading, “I told you, she has her own skills.”

“What skills?” Bucky paced back across the room and in front of Steve’s eyeline. 

“Can you sit down? You’re making me dizzy.” Steve shuffled up slightly to accommodate Bucky on the sofa as well. “Stop. Pacing.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know, her envelope is sealed. You’ve managed to get more out of her than any of us combined. So, I’m sure she’ll tell you in her own time.” He looked up at Bucky pointedly before returning to his report. 

"You know, don't you?"

Steve ran a hand down his face and then back up, ruffling his normally neat hair.

"I do, if I tell you, will you promise to leave her alone?"

"Honestly? I won't lie to you... But I still need to know."

"To save you getting in trouble, opening people's files, I'll tell you what you've already seen. But then you have to leave her alone. I can't fight HR about you again."

Bucky sat down finally, watching the side of Steve's face.

"Telekenisis, that's what I heard when she joined." Steve went back to his paperwork, feeling the pressure of Bucky's stare before, turning to him. "Three years at Xavier's before graduating, she worked there for a while, then college, then here. To my knowledge she's only used her powers during emergencies, no field work, never requested it and always turned down our offers. She just likes being here, doing a normal job, and Stark likes having -" Steve paused, unsure of the word to use, "people with powers, on site, none combatant, just in case."

"She came out in the field with us though? Why?"

Steve laughed, pointedly looking Bucky up and down before slapping his friend on the shoulder.

"Why indeed. Now, keep it to yourself, don't go gettin' yourself in to trouble."

Despite Steve’s insistence that you were left alone, his orders didn’t trickle down to the other swat and tactical teams in the compound. 

For the rest of the week you found team leaders, colleagues and even a few other agencies dropping into your inbox and asking you to help. 

After a few days with no responses the Team B chief tactical officer even turned up at your door, banging on the wood and demanding to speak to you. 

“Come on Agent, you know you’d be valuable in the field -” she’d paused, waiting for you to answer. But your words were gone, your mind foggy, incapable of anything but sitting quietly and staring out of the windows.

You could see some trees waving in the distance and focused on the way the top branches danced together. The view wasn't as nice as the one from Bucky's apartment and you tried to tell yourself that's what you were missing, the view, and not the man himself who would surely distance himself from you after this ridiculous display.

Fresh tears poured as your sub-conscious continued to berate you internally.

“Don’t you think it’s selfish to keep your talent to yourself? Think how many people you could save!” 

You gave the Officer nothing, staying silent, the clouds slowly filled in behind the trees, drifting, drifting, your nails biting into your palms, shoulders bumping the chair as you rocked to and fro in time with the trees.

“Alright, think of how many people will die because you’re too fucking selfish and lazy to help them - have it your way, stay here behind a desk, let your fellow agents injure themselves needlessly doing work you should be doing.” 

With that the Team B Tactical Officer stormed off back down the corridor, and you burst into tears. 

“It’s not selfish,” you whispered to yourself, squeezing the blanket tighter around your shoulders, “it’s not selfish, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”

Your corridor was quiet, as it always was. No sign if you were in or not apart from the muddy boots left outside of your door. Bucky heaved in a breath, preparing for you to send him away. He knocked and waited. 

Nothing. 

He knocked again. 

Nothing. 

“Look, I know you’re in there.”

“Go.” 

Your voice sounded broken, tired. 

"Just wanted to let you know we caught that guy, so…everything's safe for you to come out now."

"Okay."

“Are you okay?” 

“Fine.” 

Bucky sighed, “please just let me in, we don’t have to talk, just let me make sure you’re okay and then I’ll go.” 

The handle turned and the door cracked open almost imperceptibly. Bucky pushed it further, quickly stepping in and closing it behind him. You were very particular about your space, so he made sure to leave his coat and shoes by the door before slowly making his way to your living room. 

Like your office, your apartment was cosy and comfortable. He found you curled into an armchair by the window, your furniture the same Stark issued items that were in his own living space. But you’d made everything your own with cushions and throws, blankets neatly folded on every arm and a huge, plush rug demarcating the space. You looked small in the chair, a huge fluffy hoody pulled down over your knees, the hood up so you were just a pair of sad eyes, watching him from your personal den. 

“Hey, Doll.” Bucky gave you a weak smile, perching on the coffee table in front of you. It was littered with books and half full mugs of cold tea, multiple packets of your favourite biscuits, crumbs and ring marks where you’d run out of coasters. It wasn’t like you at all. 

He looked back at your doe eyes, red from crying, staring unblinking at a spot above his shoulder. If it was anyone else he’d think you were staring at his arm, but he knew better than that, you’d never stared at him like that, you weren’t even looking at him now. “Do you need to talk about anything?” He offered. 

Your eyes didn’t move from their fixed spot, but you shook your head from one side to the other, slowly. 

Bucky furrowed his brow in confusion. He’d never seen you like this. Since getting to know him he’d found you chatty and buoyant, excited to share things with him and even if you never looked at him for very long, you certainly didn’t stare vacantly through him. He always knew you were listening, despite your tendency to fiddle and fidget, because you asked him about things later, recalled the most minute details of his day, and it struck him how much he already missed talking to you. 

“Can I get anything for you?” You continued to stare, shrinking into yourself, but silent tears began to track down your cheeks. “I’m going to run you a bath, okay, and light some candles.”

Bucky sat on the edge of the tub, scrolling through playlists until he found one that seemed calming. He liked to use music to make himself feel better, relying on tunes from his childhood mostly, and while he wasn’t sure what you’d like he figured something upbeat and instrumental was probably a safe bet. 

When the bath was mostly full, bubbles spilling over the side and candles lit on the shelf, he went to collect you, expecting you to be in your robe or a towel. But you were still there, staring. 

He sat again and reached out, “your bath’s ready, Doll, do you want me to help get you in it?” 

“They could’ve died.” Your voice was a whisper, almost silent. 

“What?” 

“They could’ve died, if I did it wrong. I took a risk. I could’ve killed everyone. I shouldn’t. I promised.” Tears continued to flow and judging from the pinched line between your eyes you were beginning to get dehydrated.

He bent forward and scooped you into his arms, tucking you into his chest while he allowed your tears to pour out in sobs. Your whole body shook as he held you, rocking side to side and hushing gently in your ear. 

"I don't like doing it, I never controlled it right and it's too much pressure, Bucky, I just can't. Every time is like this - this - weight and-" you sighed, inhaling a shuddering breath, "it's just a lot of responsibility and I don't want it. I didn't ask for it, I just want to be me, in my office, with my paperwork, where I can't hurt anyone."

“No one was hurt, no one was hurt because you helped.” He soothed, “let’s get you in the bath, clean up your cheeks-” he pulled back, rubbing his vibranium thumb under the tears shimmering down your face, “you must be tired, you worked so hard.” 

“It wasn’t enough, I nearly dropped it.” 

“You did a wonderful job.” 

“It wasn’t good enough.” You replied, hotly, stumbling away from his embrace. 

“No one was hurt, you saved the pilot and the ground crew. What more could you have done?” 

“I could have put him down in a safer place, found the attacker, got to the airstrip faster, I could’ve been better. I should’ve been better. If I trained, if I was on a proper team…” You stalked to the bathroom, rubbing at your tear stained face. “This is- this is why I can't be an agent. I can't do this every time something happens, I can't feel this guilt that I should've done better and yet -” you sobbed, “they come here and, they tell me I'm selfish. Maybe they're right. But I can't put myself through this every. Single. Time. I didn't ask for this. I didn't want it. I just wanted to be useful.”

“Doll,” Bucky's voice cracked. Is that really what you thought? That you had to be useful to be worth anything? “You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I just want to help, no one has to be useful to be worthy you know and -"

“Thank you for the bath.” You mumbled, cutting him off and shutting the door with a slam. 

Bucky stared at the door and listened to the sound of you climbing into the bath. He’d been ready to help, he’d wanted to help. But he knew this was for the best and he was two strides towards the door, jacket in hand, when he stopped. 

You been angry when you finally went into the bathroom, but before then it wasn't anger. You’d been sad and withdrawn and he thought back to the lonely evenings he’d spent staring out of the windows after his first therapy sessions. The way everyone had left him alone to his thoughts and it had somehow been so much worse. How he'd turned his own anger in on himself, berating himself for what he should've done.

He paused, putting his jacket back and surveying the now dark room. Light, that’s what you needed, the soft light from your many table lamps. He lit a candle on the coffee table and fluffed up the pillows from your nest of an armchair. 

Taking a risk, he peered into your bedroom and, spotting your pyjamas on the bed, spread them out neatly along with a dressing gown and some soft socks. 

You’d be hot after your bath so he made sure there was a bottle of sparkling water in the fridge, and plenty of cocoa in the jar, in case you wanted something hot. 

Then he waited, trying not to listen to the soft sound of water moving over your body or the way you started to hum along with the song.

"You take as long as you need, okay? I'll be right here when you get out. If you need to talk, if you need to just sit. I'll be right here."

There was quiet, the water still, and then your voice floated out, "thank you…I'm sorry."

"Never had to be sorry to me, Doll, beaten myself up enough times to know you're feeling worse right now. I just want you to remember one thing okay?"

"Okay?"

"You're enough exactly as you are right now."

The water moved again, "thank you." You sighed the words on an outbreath and Bucky heard the faint plash of tears again.

He walked away, as much as he wanted to push the door open and wrap his arms around you, this wasn't the time. So he settled onto the sofa, ready to wait.

You had emerged from your bath to the sight of Bucky passed out on your sofa, a book half open in his lap.

The pyjamas he’d left for you on your bed were so comfortable and for a minute you’d bathed in their scent as deeply as you had your bath. But then you were craving something else, something more grounding than floating away in your thoughts again and suddenly all you could think about was Bucky.

You’d been so rude, slamming the door on him, and part of you dreaded seeing him again and facing up to your behaviour. So finding him asleep in your living room was certainly not what you expected. 

“Oh, hey Doll, sorry, must’ve passed out. You alright?” He blinked awake, pushing himself up again and you watched the way his long shirt  rumpled around his waist, exposing the slightest slither of skin before it was hidden again. 

“I’m really sorry,” you mumbled, “you’ve been so kind and -” 

“I told you, nothing to apologise for,” he gave you a sleepy, lopsided smile and patted the cushion beside him, “come and get comfy, you want a snack?” 

You stared at him and watched the smile fall from his face. 

“I’ve overstayed my welcome, sorry.” 

He stood to go and your thoughts whirled, panicking, he can’t go, you needed him here, stay, stay, stay. Why wasn’t your mouth working? Stay! But nothing came out, you just carried on staring until - 

Your voice was broken, but your body wasn’t, and instead of asking him to stay you went careening into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek to the worn material of his Henley. He smelt so good, warm and safe and your thoughts went quiet, your heart stopped racing. You sighed. 

Bucky looked down at you, one arm finding its way around your waist, the other cupping the back of your neck.

You looked up and his lips met yours, gentle, loving, understanding. He tasted of cinnamon and chocolate, his lips perfectly soft against your own.His hands flexed, holding you tighter, pressing into you and drawing you closer against his body.

“Stay,” your voice was swallowed by his kisses and he hummed his agreement, holding you tighter against him. You pulled away, resting your forehead against his. “It’s best -” you twirled his dog tags in your fingers, “if you’re really clear so I understand.” 

“I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me,” he smiled before finding your lips again. 

[polarisjisung]

LOVE ON THE COURT | 35 LO$ER = LO♡ER

SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

WARNINGS | sexual innuendos, swearing, y/n's dad sucks, a lot of allusions to death (this was not on purpose but I feel the need to point it out 🧍‍♀️)

NOTES | we're gonna pretend i didn't miss an update yesterday...

The game was going well, a little too well all things considered, but well.

The team had already made a few shots outside the three point line, the crowd buzzing with excitement and anticipation around them. Like most games, the players were concentrated, anticipating the moves of the opposition and avoiding violations.

But y/n had noticed only seconds into the game the slight purple tinge growing across jaemins lower lip, his every move calculated but just off beat, like he was a few seconds too early or just a little too late each time he made a move.

His hand was littered with red, scuffs and scrapes contrasting sharply against his skin, and his grip on the ball seemed loose, fragile in comparison to what she once recognised. The wounds seemed fresh. The inflammation was prominent, and the heat radiating from his hand was unpleasant, to say the least. It made her squirm. But that wasn't all.

Unlike most games, where Jaemin actively sought out her stare, he begged for her to look his way just once. Today, he averted his gaze, as though he was afraid he'd give something away. And y/n had no idea what. Jaemin's gulps echoed beside her each time they found themselves in close proximity, and she wasn't a fool to think there wasn't something behind it. She brushed it off, assuming she'd figure it out eventually, returning her undivided attention to the game.

But she wasn't the only who'd noticed jaemins lack of element, and coach wasn't forgiving enough to let him go on like this, afraid it'd cost them the game. Making a mid quarter substitution was always rare, something coach wasn't an advocate for, claiming it ruined the flow on the court, but it took him less than a few seconds to have jaemin begrudgingly off the court and replaced with someone else.

At half time, the scores were tied, Jay shooting a way too overconfident smirk at the two captains as they took a quick swig of water from their bottles.

God Jaemin wanted to flip him off so badly. It was childish. He knew that, in fact, it was the only thing stopping him from getting into his second fist fight of the day. Jaemin bit down on his lips, regret settling in quick at the metallic taste flooding his mouth— he could be bitter another time.

"You good captain?" his eyes were trained on Jay, so the last thing Jaemin expected was Jake's hand on his shoulder, a genuine look of concern across his face. He wore a sympathetic smile, one Jaemin matched weakly.

He once more let his eyes flick over to y/n, busy strategising with coach, too concentrated to notice his little interaction with Jake He knew he had to tell someone, and now was his chance.

It was a quick motion, calculated and cautious as the captain ushered Jake to follow his stare across the barricade and into the crowd. Suddenly, his eyes locked onto a familiar figure, and Jake swore he felt his stomach drop.

There, standing a few rows up, waving with faux enthusiasm, was the last person Jake expected to see, here and now, of all places, of all times, and god did he feel sick. His mouth fell open, caught between a gasp and words he couldn't quite find, still piecing together the situation in front of him. And just as jaemin had, Jake felt his eyes dart over to Y/n, barely even processing what he was doing.

But he felt a wave of dread wash over him when he found her already looking straight past him. The laughter and cheers around faded into a dull roar, and Y/n tried desperately to shrink into the seat behind her, hoping he wouldn’t notice her. She could feel the sweat beginning to line her palms, and a knot formed in her throat. A million thoughts came all at once.

What the hell was her father doing here?

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[444mera]

[chronically online] 02. boiler room ☆

NISSAN ALTIMA - DOECHII

the place is hot and damp.

after carrying the heavy baggage of assignment after assignment, the party's a breath of fresh air; despite the suffocating bodies of sweaty college kids. walking through the crowd, all the tension in your body relaxes, and you feel a cool hand on your back.

"y/n! you actually made it!" the voice beams at you. it's hard to hear clearly over the music swelling in your ears, so you turn your body to get a better look at the person greeting you.

it was bokuto, the sweetest man you've ever met. you've been friends with him since freshman year, which wasn't surprising since he got along with practically everyone. despite this, your friendship was special to both of you. meeting on the first day of college eased your nerves, given how tense you were. how couldn't you be? it was the first day, you knew basically no one.

catching yourself drifting into thought, you shift your attention back to him. you realize it's been a few seconds after he said something. your eyes meet his.

"hi kou," you smile warmly at him. you're trying your best to sound like yourself right now. you haven't been to a party in months and while the atmosphere is flashy and fun, you're still a bit on edge.

he notices something's off, making a face akin to when you would quiz him during your study sessions. he gently grabs your hand. "come with me! i was just with saeko in the garage, her and the volleyball team are playing pool!"

as your lips part to reply to him, saeko suddenly appears in front of you both now. she's out of breath. "saeko, what's going on?" bokuto asked, brows slightly wrinkling. he's worried. shit, you are too.

"not now, bo," she replies. she looks at you like you could save her life right now. bokuto stares dumbfoundedly.

"y/n! come with me please, i need a favor. we'll talk later, bo!" saeko passively says goodbye to him as she grabs your hand and leads you away.

"do you know how to dj?" she yells over the music.

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⭐️✨Soccer Star⭐️✨

Jock-ish M!Reader x F!Yandere OC

Part 1?

MINORS DNI.

CW: Jock-ish(a little more shy than a regular jock, is also a professional college player)M!reader, Reader has a penis, reader referred to as he/him, reader has hair(not described), boob job, oral on m, NOT PROOF READ like at al

Disclaimer: fuck real regulations on trophy’s and stuff for fifa, honestly players should get trophy’s (is that a hot take? i’m sorry if it is honestly tell me XD)

Song rec: FIFAe Theme by FIFA sound …. teeheee~😘✨

Cheers from the crowd and your team defen you, confetti falls from somewhere above.

Below you feel the many arms holding you up, as you hoist the trophy over your head.

You’re filled with the adrenaline left over from the game, so your hands are shaking against the gold, but nobody will notice that.

The audience roars and stomps in the stands around you, the very earth rumbles to applaud your victory.

As you’re paraded back to the locker rooms, a news reported stops the crowd beneath you, and gets them to let you down.

Before they begin recording they pat your face dry with a fresh towel and give you a water bottle, you hand the trophy to a team member to hold, when they stop you from actually letting it go.

“Wait, you should def’ be holding the trophy for the interview.”

“Right, sorry, hah” You apologize out of habit probably(am i the only one? i cant be. XD)

“Sall good, now, roll!” they say to the cameras behind them.

“Today we’re here with Y/N, Y/L/N, after he’s won the cup! First question of course, is how are you feeling after dominating the field today?” they hold out the mic for you to speak in.

“Elated.” You beam at them and into the camera, a smile envelops every aspect of your face. This is your time.

“I bet! You had an amazing game! Now onto the question everyone wants to know…” They pause, and hold an earpiece, listening intently at the other end, for a second, then, they nod and say: “So, what’s the real secrete behind that collar?”

Your heart, and face fall.

For a brief second you freeze, stuttering and blubbering nonsense before your brain’s wires finally reconnect, “It used to be my dog’s, and uh now it’s my good luck charm.”

You managed to save it, the reporter puts a hand over their heart and “Awww’s” at the camera, “Now that is so sweet, isn’t it everyone at home?”

Thankfully, you’ve made it into the safety of the locker room, and most everyone has already changed and was waiting for you to get back there.

An eerie silence falls over them all when you do however.

You feel it in your bones that now they’re going to ask. That’s why they hushed up, and are all quietly staring at you.

Before you can take no more anticipation and almost turn around to shout at them to just ask the damn question already, you feel a hand come down hard on your shoulder.

Your eyes fly open wide in fear.

Behind you, your teammate’s voice comes out more light hearted than you expected, “Congrats on the game today man! You did awesome!”

“Hey!” You smile back, “It was a team effort!” Your hand comes up to meet his as you turn around and bring him into a shoulder bump.

He broke the tension that was making the air in the room stale and unbearable. He saved you from further embarrassment.

“Okay now what’s the real deal with the fuckin collar” a mate with a medal asks.

You let out a shakey breath,

Shit.

“Uh, It’s uh… Um…. Lu—!!!!” You flinch as the coach startled you now, his hand suddenly clasped almost too tightly on your shoulder, you think he’s trying to be reassuring, but your heart is pounding in your ears.

“Alright lads, move on out. I need a word with our star.” His baritone is somewhat calming, and the fact that he’s stopping that conversation from happening…

Again.

“Thanks coach,”you grin sheepishly.

he looks at you like a good father would, caringly, “listen, son, I don’t really care that you wear it, but i won’t be able to help everytime, just like with that interview. Ya did good,” he sighs in a drained pause, “i just don’t know about your girlfriend.”

At first you’re offended, you know she’s a little unorthodox, but she’s so sweet! in more ways than one.

Your face feels hot for a second and you reach up to ruffle your hair as a distraction. Cant pop a boner in front of your coach now, c’mon man! “I don’t know what t’say, coach…”

“Just, take care of yourself.”

~

Her manor is the most picturesque autumn scene you could ever see. Pumpkins now sit atop hay ales, and her wild flowers are now all shades of orange and gold. The vines that had grown up the trellis and up the white bricks of her home are now sporting blood red leaves.

inside her room, she lays on her bed stomach down, idly playing with your hair as you sit on the floor in front of her. She has a projector playing old youtube videos, but you don’t mind as much as you thought you would with her around.

“You did so good today, you were so hot out on the field and in your interview.

You turn fast enough to give yourself whiplash, “You aren’t mad?” You heart thrums to life, a slight pain squeezes it.

“Nope! I’m proud of you, Y/N!”

You feel the mattress flex against your back as Lucy starts to get up.

She grabs your hands, entwinand guides you up to your feet, spinning you both around so that you’re in between her and the bed.

Her tiny hand lays flat on your chest, and gently pushes you down onto the fluffy pink covered mattress. Her other hand cups your crotch, and rubs you through your jeans.

Your face is already hot, even just from the look in her eyes. the way she keeps glancing down at your lips, and back up to your eyes.

She’s blushing as she starts lowering herself seductively, trailing her hands down your body, eliciting shivers. Her teeth pull her bottom lip up slightly, she can barley contain herself.

She takes her time popping open your pants button, and she’s even more painfully slow when unzipping your pants.

Your hips push up, trying to get some friction where you’re desperate for it.

She bites her lip harder watching you, and pulls her hands away.

“Next time tell the news the real reason” She smiles deviously.

“What?!”

“What?” She mimics with a shrug. “You’re Mine. Now let me take care of you~”

In a millisecond your cock is out, half chub standing it up with a tilt, and almost ready for her.

She licks her lips, and her eyes widen, like she’s sizing up a delicious meal.

What to taste first?

Well she decides fast, her mouth in a relaxed and cute “o” as she brings her hot tongue to your tip.

Licking, before lightly hollowing her cheeks and sucking gently on you.

When she pulls back her lips are already glistening.

She picks it up in her hand, and looks up at you as she licks a stripe up from the base back up to the tip. After that she plunges you all the way into her throat, gagging a little, and spitting around you, she pulls back and starts bobbing her head.

Then she pulls her top down and rests her voluptuous tits on your lap, her pink nipples are perked up, and the urge to touch them is almost too much to bear.

Her hands are on your hips to keep you in place but you struggle against her.

Your fists ball up in the blankets at your sides. “Mmf! haah! Lucy! please!”

She gags again around you, her throat contracts and you can feel her tongue swirling around your shaft, when she pulls away she keeps just your head in her mouth, keeping you inside her for as long as she can always.

Her mouth opens wider around you with her tongue lolling under you, so that you just lay there in her mouth for a second as she gasps for air.

Her hot breaths cover you in hot intervals with the frigid air that mix and give you chills.

Her big brown eyes are teary now, you reach out to wipe one, and she lets you with a soft, giddy smile.

She spreads your legs wider so that she can get closer, you look at her quizzically until she lifts her chest and puts your cock between her bosom.

It’s a whole new feeling, now the underside of you is being stimulated in a nice way, her chest is so soft and squishy. Her mouth remains firmly around your tip, sucking and licking as she fucks you with her chest.

Her tits look so good around your cock. Your hips buck as you get closer, and now she can’t hold you down since her hands are occupied.

You start to fuck her back, chasing your imminent high. She squeezes and sucks harder and harder until you release and she swallows most of it, until she pulls away and lets some of your cum drip down her chin.

Do you want to paint her?

You definitely can’t wait to be stuffed inside her pretty pink pussy again. Thinking about it might even keep you hard.

Especially that she’s using her breasts now to pump and milk all that was left inside you, and it’s dribbling down to her nipples making the most amazingly indecent scene before you.

(A/N, i hope this is still decent!!! i am depressed and dying and idek hope ya had fun!!!! 🙈✨)

[corriganatheart]

What Could’ve Been Us- Jude Bellingham x Reader x Pedri

Synopsis: Jude was the right person, wrong timing.

Pairs: Ex-boyfriend Jude x fem! Reader

Genre: Short break up story.

You stare at your old bedroom, smiling as memories flood in rapidly. The wallpaper was still the same, filled with posters of past celebrity crushes and wall decorations that would be seen as cringe now. Your parents insisted on keeping your bedroom the same when you moved away in the hope that you’ll move back one day. And now here you are, three years later.

You put your suitcase down as you take the room in from a different angle. Your desk looked like it had just been cleaned, but the pictures of your friends and family hanging near it seemed like it hadn’t been touched for years. You smile when you see the group picture from graduation; what appeared to be the best day of your life was also the worst. It has been three years since graduation and three years since your breakup with Jude. It was a tough breakup, and both of you took it differently. What seemed to have been a perfect relationship ended when Jude said he’d be signing with Dortmund. You were shocked, to say the least, because it was news to you, but it seemed like he had known about it for months yet kept you in the dark. Jude’s reason was that he didn’t want you to drop your dream for him, but how could he say that? You were his biggest supporter, and you would’ve followed him till the end, but instead, he left you behind.

Initially, you guys stayed in contact for a couple of months, but there was a constant argument about him not calling you or being caught up in dating rumors with different girls. The breakup was finalized when you visited him. You both realized that even after seeing one another, there was no fixing what was already ruined. After the split, you fell into depression and barely came out of your room, but never once did he contact you. Words got around that Jude left you, and in a matter of time, people in the town felt sorry for you. They came up with crazy scenarios, but no one knew the truth about the breakup. It was hard to get over someone when they were always on your newsfeed, and people constantly sent you news about him and how he was at a party full of models and celebrities. You knew you needed a fresh start, so you applied for college in a different country and left your life behind.

It was no surprise that your parents still have old photos of Jude on your bookshelf, they always loved him, and everyone loved him, but that was still not enough for him to take you. It has been three years now, and you were finally starting to let go of your feelings toward him, but you would be lying if you said he doesn’t have a place in your heart because he does. Jude was your first everything, and you were the couple everyone thought would be endgame, but both of you were young, freshly out of high school, with different dreams. But he still holds a place in your heart, and you have kept up with his career, which had skyrocketed over the years, and you were still his biggest supporter.

Your parents were aware of why you were back, and they were supportive and happy that you’re finally giving your hometown another chance. England was having a friendly match with another team, and it was all your family and friends had been talking about. At first, you were contemplating whether to go or not, but your friends from college had convinced you to go, and also you had your reasons for going. Jude will be there, and it’ll be the first time you see him in person since the breakup, and although the media doesn’t know, people from the past will surely remember the two high school lovers.

Covering the jersey you’re wearing underneath, you zip up your jacket and follow your parents and friends toward the stadium. They all smile at you as you hesitantly look around for familiar faces. You recognized a group of girls you went to school with, wearing the number 22; you quickly averted your eyes and sat between your mom and your best friend. Another friend of yours came along, but she was from Spain, the team England will compete with. She is also your college roommate and one of the few who knew of your tragic breakup with Jude. “You feeling ok?” Your best friend whispered as she glared at someone behind you. You don’t have to look back to know they’re probably former classmates. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you smiled, causing your friend to nod. She had been friends with you since intermediate school and met her boyfriend through Jude. Fortunately for them, they went to college together and are now engaged. “Don’t worry; he’s going to regret leaving you,” she said, causing you to chuckle. She doesn’t know that you hope Jude has no regrets because leaving was his best decision.

“Why do you look like someone sucked your soul out?” Trent asked his teammate, whose face went pale. Jude just stared at him, not knowing how to explain this. If he were to tell Trent that he was having a panic attack because his ex-girlfriend was in the crowd, he’d be the sore loser of the team. No one on the team besides Trent knows about Y/N. The only information they have about his love life was he’s into girls; the rest is left up to their imagination. “Hellooooo, Jude!!” Trent says, waving his hand in front of his face. Jude frowns and shakes his head; he can’t believe he’s getting all scare because his first love was in the crowd. He had never been afraid of facing a challenge, and this particular one he had been looking forward to for years, yet he was nervous.

When his mother told him you were in town, Jude nearly ran to your house, but he chickened out. You guys haven’t been in contact for three years, and the last time you talked, you both were arguing and calling each other meaningless names. Looking back, it was his fault, and he regretted it. You were the love of his life, yet he didn’t trust that you’ll follow him to Germany, so he broke up with you thinking he was doing the both of you a favor. Jude was young to understand his wrongdoings, so instead of asking for forgiveness, he left you behind, but he hadn’t stopped thinking about the pain in your eyes.

“Is it because I sent a stripper to your room the other night?” Trent asked, looking embarrassed. Jude glared at him, causing the older man to nervously back away. “Damn, then tell me what’s going on,” Trent says. Jude looks around the empty bathroom and sighs. He leans his head back on the wall and closes his eyes, only to see the image of you crying. “Y/N is here,” he mumbles. Trent’s eyes widened, and he awkwardly scratched the nonexistent itch on his neck. He was aware of who you were and your past relationship with Jude. It was the first time he had seen Jude cry, and it was by accident. He remembered celebrating his birthday, and Jude got drunk and made out with a girl. The kiss didn’t go too far because Jude pushed the girl away and left to cry outside. That was the first time he had seen the young player so devastated and hopeless. “You think you’ll talk to her after the game?” Trent asked while staring at Jude’s anxious form. “If she’s willing to talk to me,” Jude says. Trent pats Jude’s shoulder and gives it a slight squeeze, “you’ve got to show her that leaving her was for the best; I’m sure she understands.”

Jude can feel Trent’s eyes on him when they enter the field. Spain's team was already lined up and waving at their fans. He recognizes the famous duo from Spain as they greet their fans. Jude glares at number 26 because even though his presence isn’t as noticeable as number 9, he is still a skilled player and a threat. “Stop staring at them,” Marcus whispers, causing Jude to face forward. He gulps as he looks around, there are numerous people, and he spots his family in the front but hasn’t spotted yours. Jude was hoping your family would sit with his family, but he knew how awkward that would be for you. “Let’s make sure we win this so you can brag to your girl,” Trent said as they jogged on the field to their position. “Trust me, I plan to do more than just win today,” Jude says confidently.

Your eyes focus on him as he passes the ball to Harry Kane, who immediately goes for a goal. The crowd erupted, and you clapped along with the England fans. Your Spain roommate grumbles something under her breath as she pretends to clap too. You’re sure this was awkward for her since she came here to support her friends but ended up sitting with the fans of the opposite team. “I swear they’ll kill me if they see me on this side,” she mumbled as she fixed her mask. You chuckled, and your eyes wandered to the Spain team. A couple of them looked worn out, and Gavi seemed as angry as ever while Pedri tried to cool him down. You laughed at the adorable duo and glanced back at the England team. Jude looked happy as one of the guys you recognized as Trent Alexander Arnold lifted him as the other players circled them. For some reason, you weren’t as emotional as you thought you’d be, but instead, it feels comforting to know that Jude is doing something he loves and is happy. “Huh, he isn’t as hot as Pedri,” your Spanish friend shrugged. “Excuse me; us Englanders find him extremely attractive,” your best friend defended. Your roommate makes a dramatic vomiting face and rolls her eyes at Jude. She isn’t a fan of him, but you’ve tried to convince her that he’s a good person despite the breakup.

“What would you do if he came up and talked to you?” Your friend asked. You rest your chin on your hand and follow Jude’s form. He was going one-on-one with Pedri, and they were fighting to take the ball from one another; Jude was dominating him, but Pedri ended up kicking the ball out, and they both glared at one another. Gavi ran up to Pedri while Trent ran to Jude; they all looked like they are about to fight. “This just got interesting,” your friend muttered as she prepared to film the scene. Your parents were frozen beside you, pretending they weren’t curious about your reaction. “This isn’t good; Gavi and Trent have bad tempers,” your best friend mumbles. You sighed as you patiently waited for the players to jump on one another. Jude was having a stare-down with Pedri while Gavi and Trent were being held back by their teammates. The referee was running towards them as he blew his whistle. “What kind of friendly match is this?” Someone shouted behind you. “Right! This is more rigged than the World Cup!” Another yelled. You chuckled and slightly shook your head; you stared at Jude as he got dragged away by Harry Kane and Marcus Rashford. The two older men whispered into his ears as he frustratedly walked away. Remembering what your friend asked you, you thought of what you would say if Jude approached you. Would you freak out and run away, or would you cry in front of him? You really don’t know.

“Jude! Where are you going!” Marcus shouted from behind. Without looking back, Jude shouted, “to beg for forgiveness!”

He was anxious but happy at the same time. England had just won a friendly match against Spain, and he also saw you clapping at his winning goal. You were still as beautiful as ever and looked happy for him. When you were apart, he checked up on your social media several times, but you went private after a while, and his brother had been updating him on your life. Jude was happy you went to an elite school and had also started an internship. It made him feel less guilty to know that you had pursued your dreams without him; like he did when he left you behind.

"Hey! Watch where you are going!" someone yelled as he entered the VIP area. His brother had texted him that your family was meeting up with his parents at the VIP lounge, and he was excited to see everyone. Your family and his had always gotten along; despite the breakup, his parents and yours remain close friends. Jude looks around the area, and there are several people he recognizes. Football players and their families, hugging and taking photos. Jude shovels around the crowd and end up at the end of the room, where there are fewer people; he was about to call his brother when he saw you walk out of a private room. You were typing on your phone with a huge smile, and he nearly tripped at how beautiful you looked. You were still the best friend he had since middle school and the girl he fell in love with freshman year. Jude smiles as he walks over to you. "Y/N," he says. Your eyes immediately look up from the screen, and you are stunned to see the person in front of you. On any occasion, you would probably jump and scream at the sight of a famous soccer player, but this was your ex-boyfriend and the guy who caused you to leave England three years ago. "Jude," you sigh, causing him to smile.

"How have you been?" he asked. You awkwardly shift in your seat as you try not to think about how handsome he has gotten. Jude had always been good-looking, but the man before you was far from the boy you knew years ago. Jude had gotten taller and more muscular; it was obvious that the training had shifted his body into a man. "Good; what about you?" you asked. Jude looks down at the cup in his hand and back up at you. "My life has been busy," he said. "But I am good." You nod and look down from the balcony. Jude had taken you to the back of the building with a balcony far from the public's eye. As a celebrity, he didn't seem to care for the paparazzi if he willingly sat with you outside. Looking back, it was foolish that you guys fought over fake dating rumors just because Jude was in the same place as the person. "I heard you went to school in Spain," Jude says, "how is it?" You smiled, and for the next thirty minutes, you told Jude about your life in Spain and how you fell in love with the place. Jude told you about Dortmund, his teammates, and all the celebrities he had met. You both talked like nothing had ever happened and were still the same people from middle school. "Are you moving back here?" Jude asked. It was a question everyone kept asking since you'll be graduating soon, but they must also be aware that you are starting an internship soon, but they just don't know where.

"I'm not sure yet, Jude," you said, "my family lives in England, but I also built a life in Spain." Jude didn't say anything; instead, he reached for your hand on the table. "I miss you, Y/N," he sighs while rubbing your knuckles. "I'm sorry for leaving you behind; I just thought you wouldn't be able to find your dream in Dortmund." You look at his hand on yours and then back into his eyes. If only he knew that he was your dream, you would've made it work wherever he was. "We were young, Jude. And you wouldn't be here if you didn't leave me behind, and I wouldn't be here either. In the end, things worked out for the best." Jude smiled and felt a breeze run through him as he remembered your time together.

You were always by his side since middle school, cheering him, and even when he was a jerk sometimes, you were still encouraging him to pursue his dreams. Jude rubs his thumbs on your hand and is about to speak when your phone rings. You pull your hands away from his and reach into your pocket to answer the call. Jude felt emptiness as he glared at his hand on the table. “I’m in the back, yes,” you say while glancing at Jude. Jude smiles and patiently waits for you to finish your call. “Oh, you’re too?” You immediately stand up from your chair and look at the entrance to the balcony. Jude examines your jacket, and he notices the collar of the t-shirt underneaths it. Instead of black, he sees the color blue, and his heart immediately stops.

Jude looks at your face, and you have the most beautiful smile while talking on the phone. He was so focused on seeing you again and asking for a second chance that he completely forgot that you’ve mentioned building a life in Spain, which also meant meeting new people. Jude fidgets with his hands as he looks up at your face and sees your eyes widen. His eyes follows yours and just as he fears, one of his rival is standing at the door, with a phone on his ear and a huge grin on his face. “Pedri!” You exclaimed before running towards the man. Jude stay in his seat as he watches you embrace the Spain player. Although Pedri had just lost, he still seemed happy and kisses the top of your head as you nuzzle your face in his chest. Jude had never been intimidated by anyone before but at this moment, so many emotions were going through his head. “I miss you baby,” he heard the Spanish player says. You giggle and that was slap in his face that you completely forgotten that he was here.

Jude stands up and clears his throat, seeing your shoulders jump. You relieve yourself from Pedri’s embrace and turn to Jude. You grab your boyfriend’s hand and guide him to Jude, who is just staring at you. “Bellingham,” Pedri said and held out his hand. Jude shakes it firmly before he glances at your intertwined fingers. “We were catching up,” you explained to Pedri, who didn’t seem slightly phased. “I heard a lot about you,” Pedri says warmly. “She has mad respect for you.” Jude nods and stares at your blushed cheek as Pedri grins at you. “I want to thank your team for the game. It was a good one,” Pedri says, and Jude can see the generosity in him. The young player was always compared to Jude, and the internet has put them against one another several times. But Jude has never entertained them, and it seems the Spanish player doesn’t care either. He wonders what you’ve told Pedri to make the stranger feel comfortable. “Your mother was looking for you,” Pedri says, causing Jude to clench his jaw. How long have you been with Pedri? The internet never mentioned anything about a girlfriend, so he wonders how secretive were the two of you. “Oh, I have to speak to Jude first,” you said and finally turned your attention back to him. Pedri nods and kisses your forehead. “I’ll wait for you in the family lounge.” He then turns to Jude and nods his head before exiting the room.

“How long?” Was the first thing Jude asked after your boyfriend exited the room. It was no surprise Pedri left you with Jude; he knew the whole truth and knew you needed this. Your boyfriend trusted you, and he had no issues leaving you with an ex. “Almost seven months,” you said. Jude nods and hesitantly reaches for your hands. He takes in your feature and recognizes the girl that he fell in love with. “I missed you so much. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for leaving you love.” You sighed and smiled warmly at him. “Jude, we were kids back then. You did what you had to, and it worked out for the best. I wouldn’t have asked for it any other way.” Jude caresses your hand and kisses your palm. “I left because I was scared you wouldn’t follow me. After the breakup, I realized I let my insecurities get in the way of us. If I could relive my life, I would.” You smile, and at that moment, you guys stare at one another, reliving high school memories.

“How did the talk go?” Pedri asked after you entered his car. You guys have just finished taking photos with family members, and your roommate went off with Gavi while your parents and best friend left in a separate car. “It was fine. We were catching up,” you shrugged. Pedri smiled and kissed your palm before driving off. “I can’t wait to see all your childhood hotspots,” he says while looking around the neighborhood. Your boyfriend decided to stay for a while to spend time with your family. It was a good decision for both of you because you needed more time to see your childhood friends and family. With a clear mind and a happy heart, you intertwined your fingers with Pedri and drove to your parents' house.

Jude looks around the old stadium as he remembers his first time scoring for his school. He then stared at where you usually sat and cheered him on. He smiles, but the heaviness in his heart causes tears to roll down. After seeing you, he realizes how much love he still has for you and will probably have forever. If he could turn back time, he would’ve done everything differently and asked you to follow him. If you weren’t already happy with Pedri, he would’ve got on his knees and begged for forgiveness. But you are happy, and that is all that matters to him. Jude wipes the tears from his eyes and smiles to himself; if you’re happy, so be it. He then turns to the gate entrance to see his brother and Trent talking before they wave at him. He smiles at them and jogs toward them.

Part 2? Should reader end up with Jude or Pedri?

Part II: What Should've Been Us

[sc0tters]

Not Enough | Anthony Beauvillier

summary: you didn’t find out about Anthony’s trade in the best way leading to the lowest point in your friendship.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, mentions of getting drunk.

word count: 1.92k

authors note: this request has been staring at me for WEEKS so I’m glad I wrote this. In my mind Tito never really left New York but for this I was willing to accept reality.

It was a friendship that nobody could have predicted.

You had met Anthony in a nightclub three years ago, a guy had been hitting on you and the hockey player was quick to come to your rescue when he sensed your discomfort.

The two of you were like chalk and cheese, he was the hotshot hockey star and you were fresh out of college trying to do your best to get by in the working world.

But that never seemed to stop the two of you as he was by your side through thick and thin and you were there for him too.

Anthony’s teammates like your friends always thought that there was something going on between the two of you, it wasn’t hard to believe that. Not when you had your own space in his closet and was found answering the door to his apartment in nothing but his T-shirt on multiple occasions.

However nothing seemed to really happen despite the few drunken kisses that you shared it was purely a platonic relationship.

He was cruel to your heart though. Well over twelve months ago you realised that you had feelings for him, it was challenging to not when Anthony brought you along to everything, every gala, every home game, every team and family event. You were his go to plus one.

The way his arm had its home around your waist of how he’d kiss your forehead whenever he said goodbye made you weak in your knees.

As time went on Anthony didn’t seem to notice how you felt, and that was arguably the worst part about it.

Over the last two weeks you had been taking a step back from him, rumours had been spreading around his place with the Islanders and the alleged move to the Canucks. Sure you tried to ignore it but the thought kept you up at night when you pictured him leaving you.

It hurt that he didn’t mention anything, the Islanders were on a roadie and it felt weird that Anthony hadn’t played on the final night.

Your gut felt weird which is why when he asked you to come over you didn’t hesitate to drop whatever you were doing to see him.

His door stared back at you as you contemplated knocking. After all these years of never knocking and just barging into his apartment you now felt out of place.

The knocks echoed in your ears as you let out a long sigh “hey,” Anthony smiled as he pulled the door open.

He looked tired, like something plagued his mind “come in,” the hockey player added as he stood to the side.

That was when reality hit you. The living room was a mess, everything in boxes and what wasn’t in them looked like it was ready to get packed soon.

Your jaw tightened as you looked around to see that the boxes traveled into the kitchen as well “what is this Tit?” You spun around to look at him again finally putting the pieces together.

Anthony sighed pushed his hair out of his face “I’m going to Vancouver.” He announced as he walked over to you.

You grew sick as your skin tensed up “when?” Your voice began to break as your lip quivered.

He remained silent “when are you leaving?” You repeated your question as you dug your nails into your palm.

Guilt seemed to finally suffocate him “tomorrow morning,” the confession was barely a whisper.

That was everything you didn’t want to hear and more “and when did you plan on telling me?” You were using all of your self restraint to not cry as you were forced to quickly process the news.

All the hockey player wanted to do was hug you as he could see the pain you felt “don’t know,” a fucked up part of his mind truly believed that he could hide it from you.

Everything you heard made you want to throw up “am I that unimportant in your life that you thought I should learn from the fucking Instagram post?” You scoffed furrowing your eyebrows as anger poured out of your ears.

You were hurt by his lack of regard for you “you are important to me,” Anthony reached out for your hand but you quickly pulled it away.

The comment only pushed you further “start acting like it then Beauvillier,” you spat as you held your hand up to stop him.

Every part of him wanted to continue the conversation but he couldn’t when there was a knock at the door “that’s the boys.” Anthony sighed as he heard Mat talk from the other side of the door “I’m going to go,” you forced a smile onto your face as you tucked your hair behind your face.

He knew it was the best thing to just let you leave, it wouldn’t be fair to reveal what was on his mind “night sweets,” Anthony mumbled placing his hands on your cheeks before he kissed your forehead.

The tears began to well in your eyes when you walked to the door “oh hey y/n!” Mat had to say that he was surprised to see you “she good?” His positive emotion was quickly changed to one of alarm when you pushed past him.

Anthony had to admit that he was proud of himself that he didn’t shed a few tears “she knows I’m leaving,” he shrugged knowing that there was so much more to it than just that.

Three months had gone by and you hated it. Sure the conversations were still there but it was like there was a mental block in them. No longer were they the ones that kept you up until four in the morning laughing until your chest hurt. But instead they were dry, mainly consisting of you congratulating him for his performances during games.

What made it worse was that neither one of you were prepared to admit that something was wrong. So you just had to deal with the pain as it kept you up at night.

This week was one that you weren’t looking forward to, Anthony was back in town and Mat sent you a ticket hoping you’d be there.

Something you didn’t know was that Anthony was in the same position as you. Sure his time with the Canucks had started off positively but he couldn’t help it when he’d score and look into the crowd hoping to see you stood there looking back at him.

Reality hit him like a rude awakening as each time he’d get close to calling you to tell you how much he loved you something told him to stop.

Somehow you managed to avoid the game when your friends pulled you into a girls night as they all agree that they couldn’t let you see him. If you did then there was no way that you’d get out of it without telling him how you felt.

Alcohol coursed through your system as the game played on the tv in the bar, just because you weren’t at the game didn’t mean that you didn’t watch it, you always supported Anthony.

You had lost your phone to one of your friends who had seen you staring at a picture that was once your lock screen for so long.

Tito wrapped his arms around you as you were in his jersey after a game when the boys surprised him with you at an away game.

The camera zoomed in onto his face as Anthony was pulled onto the bench. Butterflies broke out in your stomach as you thought about him smiling at you “isn’t he a good player?” Some guy asked as he tried to make a conversation with you.

All you could do was nod “one of the best.” You took a gulp or you drink needing it to survive through the night “shame he left New York.”

You repeated his words throughout the night up until you got to your apartment door when you pulled through your bag trying to find your keys.

Those were with your phone and as you unlocked the door, hand quickly going against your mind as it found Anthony’s contact details.

A grumble left your lips as you pressed call “hey it’s Tito, sorry I can’t take your call so just leave a message!” His voice message made you roll your eyes as you scoffed.

The beep came reminding you that you had to talk “it’s me,” you began as you sat on the floor of your apartment “you know you’re a dick right?” Your words were slurred as you let out a giggle “I tried so hard to ignore the fact that I liked you for so long.” Tears began to stream down your face.

There was still so much more that you had to say “just as I was ready to tell you I love you,” your voice broke as you wiped your nose on your hand. You sucked at your lower lip “you decided to go to Vancouver without wanting to tell me.” The reminder of how he planned it broke your heart “I don’t know why I’m telling you this cause you don’t care.” Your confessional would have gone on for so much longer but the line went dead telling you that it was the end of what you had to say.

Just when you thought that you had grown used to alcohol, your mornings after reminded you at being hungover was just as shit as the previous time.

This was no different as you woke up to the awfully loud noise of someone knocking at your door “I’m coming!” You groaned as you pushed your hair out of your face making your way to the door.

What you didn’t expect was that Anthony would be stood there. Sure you knew that he would still be in New York with the Rangers game that evening “what are you doing here?” Your eyes went wide as you saw him in his tracksuit.

The boy pushed into your apartment as his hands were shaking with nerves “you love me?” Anthony still couldn’t believe what he heard.

It reminded you of the fact that you had told him everything “if you came to turn me down-” you sighed fearing what he could possibly say next.

Anthony shook his head “I want to hear you say it to my face.” He repeated his words ignoring to what you had said.

You nodded as you shrugged “I fucking love you Anthony.” It wasn’t often that you called him by his first name, usually settling on a shortened version of his nickname.

That was music to his ears as he broke out into a huge grin “you love me,” the hockey player cooed as he walked over to you.

Through all the commotion of nerves in his head Anthony didn’t even notice that you were in one of his old training camp T-shirts, those were your favourite things to sleep in.

His excitement made you roll your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you “if you came here to gloat-” you mumbled as you furrowed your eyebrows.

What you didn’t expect was that he’d cut you off with a kiss. It was soft when you let out a mini gasp of surprise. Anthony’s lips seemed to fit perfectly against yours as you tilted your head up so that the kiss could he deepened.

“Came to tell you that I love you too.”

[blond-yallternative]

TSC boys will be TSC boys (ft. Cody, my beloved nb)

Low-stakes fanfic in which 3 backliners (Cody, Lucas, and Jean [included against his will]) bet 3 strikers (Jeremy, Nabil, and Derrick) that if the backliners can keep the strikers from making any successful shots on goal during a team exercise, then Jeremy will get his ears pierced.

Of course Jean balls out and so do the other 2 so the strikers lose.

Jeremy is deathly afraid of needles (in my head), and Nabil can't join them because he's going home to eat dinner with his family, but Pat joins in last-minute.

Pls be kind this is my first ever fanfic (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

By the time practice was over and they had all showered, changed, and dispersed to their cars, it was past six in the evening. The drive to their destination took less than fifteen minutes, and soon they were pulling into the parking lot of a low, dingy strip mall that looked like it had needed a fresh coat of paint about two years ago. The studio that Nabil had Googled for them was nestled in the far right corner under a large sign emblazoned Black Eye Tattoo. Between the second and third words, a large eye gazed out over the parking lot with a swirling design where its iris and pupil should’ve been. After they parked, Jeremy drummed his fingers on the steering wheel out of time with the pop song on the radio as he stared up at the sign. A few moments later, they spotted the rest of the boys and Cody heading towards them, and Jeremy twisted the key to kill the engine with a long-suffering sigh. He shooed Derrick off his car when he tried to strike a provocative pose on the hood, and Pat held the door of the place open for all of them as a doorbell chimed over their heads.

Jean was more than a little intimidated by the woman standing behind the counter inside. Her jet black hair hung in choppy bangs over her forehead but the rest was tucked behind her ears, making it easy to see the neon rings that stretched her earlobes to twice the normal size. Her haughty gaze didn’t change as the six of them filed through the door and crowded the small lobby space. Pat and Derrick flopped down on the low, bloodred velvet couch set against the far wall, so Jean and Jeremy leaned against the front windows. Cody and Lucas eagerly approached the front counter. The air felt near-frigid after the California heat outside, and Jean savored the sunshine warming his back.

“Aren’t you gonna go check out the options?” Derrick asked Jeremy, who cringed. “I’d rather not look at any of this until absolutely necessary,” he said, and Derrick smirked. At the counter, Lucas and Cody were explaining the situation to the indifferent-seeming woman. Jean squinted to read the cursive scrawl on her metal name tag. Cherie, with a little hand-drawn border of black flowers and vines. 

“All the stones here are available for lobe piercings, organized by size,” she said, dragging her finger in a line over one section of the glass counter that separated her from the lobby. Jean listened a little closer than he normally would, but her voice carried no hint of a French accent. “All our metals are surgical-grade steel, and they come in silver, gold, rose gold, or black finishes. No difference in price.”

“What’s the cheapest option?” Lucas asked. Cherie gave him an unimpressed look that said she was sick of servicing poor college students, but she tapped a black fingernail against the glass. “This one, three millimeter cubic zirconia. $65.”

“That’s quite the chunk of change for two little holes,” Pat muttered from the couch. Jean figured he hadn’t meant to be overheard, but Cherie said, “One.” 

The group looked at her. She clarified. “The $65 is for one piercing. And that doesn’t include tip,” she added, giving them a pointed look. When half the group made a sound of disbelief, Jeremy shushed them with a “Hey, guys.”

Lucas rounded on Cody. “So you’re loaded or something?” he asked, gesturing to their heavily-studded face. 

Cody grinned. “My friend’s aunt owns a tattoo shop. She does mine for free.” 

Lucas slapped his palms on the counter and sighed in dramatic relief. “Well, call her up then!” 

“Dude, she lives in Arizona.” 

Lucas sank to rest his head on his flattened hands in defeat. In the end it was decided that Jeremy would only be getting one ear pierced, but even when Cody and Lucas pooled the cash in their wallets they could only come up with $59.37. With a sigh, Pat chipped in a $20 bill to cover the rest plus tip, and Cherie swiped up the money to store it in the cash register. She surveyed all six of them now standing closer to her counter, and sighed. “You all want to come back, don’t you?” They nodded, and Jeremy said meekly, “Yes ma’am, if that’s okay.” She sighed again but tossed an impatient “Come on, then,” over her shoulder as she strode towards the back. She led them to what appeared to be the largest of the individual rooms of the main part of the studio, and bade Jeremy to sit on the black-cushioned chair in the center. There was one smaller plastic chair to the left of it, and Pat pushed Jean towards it before he could make a beeline for the back of the room. Jean sat as Cherie told the rest of them, “I’m going to need some space. Go stand in the corner over there.” The four of them obediently shuffled over and leaned against the graffiti-covered wall.

Cherie asked the room, “What’s the finish?” 

“Uhhhhh,” Lucas droned, and Jeremy looked to Jean, of all people. Cherie repeated the options to him. “Silver, gold, rose gold, or black.” Jean thought for a moment, studying Jeremy’s face. 

Well, it was not going to be black. But which of the other three? He narrowed his eyes, considering. Spray-painted daffodils, the Trojan statue from their first walk through campus, and a yellow cardboard dog flashed through his mind. “Gold,” he said decidedly, and Cherie nodded in agreement. Jeremy smiled at Jean, but the expression was a bit tight. 

“And which ear am I doing?” 

“Which one’s the gay ear?” Derrick asked, and Lucas snickered. Jeremy twisted in his chair to give them a look, but Patrick doubled down on it. “If the shoe fits, my friend,” he said with a shrug. “Cody, make them stop,” Jeremy complained, but Cody was too busy laughing along with Lucas. Jeremy sighed and faced forward again. “I’ll just do the right ear. I normally sleep on my left side.” After a beat he added, “Please don’t tell them whether or not that’s the gay ear,” and Lucas and Cody’s laughter rang out again.

He held still when Cherie commanded, and then inspected the purple dot she marked on his right ear with the handheld mirror she passed him. He turned and tucked a stray curl back so Jean could see it, too. It looked perfectly centered, so Jean nodded. 

Satisfied with her preparations, Cherie swiveled on her wheeled stool to rub hand sanitizer over her hands and pull on black latex gloves. At the snap they made against her wrists, Jeremy winced. “I like your nametag,” he said randomly, and Jean heard one of the boys snicker. Jeremy continued hurriedly, “You know, Jean here is French. You two might get along.” 

“Ooooh, parlez vous français?” Cody said in a ridiculous high-pitched voice. Lucas laughed maniacally as Derrick replied, “Oui oui, monsieur dumbass.” Jean looked around to see which of the instruments in the room he could use to put himself out of his misery as quickly as possible, but Cherie laughed, too. 

“I don’t speak French, actually. This is just what my grandpa used to call me. I don’t even pronounce it correctly, I know, but I still like it.” The entire room turned to look at Jean in anticipation. 

He gave Cody and Derrick a flat look. “I’m not going to say it.” Various sounds of protest arose from their corner, but Cherie started fixing the gold stud onto a long, sharp instrument and Jean saw Jeremy’s face go positively ashen. When she looked up, Cherie saw it too. 

“Are you afraid?” she asked bluntly, and Jeremy didn’t hesitate before nodding. The boys giggled from the corner. She kept her eyes on Jeremy, her expression unchanged. “That’s not a problem. It’s better if you look away, not close your eyes.” She dug her heels into the floor to wheel herself closer to Jeremy’s right side. “Would you prefer if I counted down, or just did it?” 

Jeremy swallowed. “A countdown, please.” 

Jean could practically feel the anxiety radiating off him with every breath. With a sigh, he shifted his chair to be parallel with Jeremy’s, and didn’t face him as he rested an elbow on Jeremy’s armrest. He cleared his throat. He could feel Cherie and Jeremy’s eyes on him but refused to look their way, and after another second he felt Jeremy’s hand curl under his arm to grip his bicep. His palm was warm and even sweatier than Jean expected, but Jean didn’t pull away. He ignored the whispered conversation happening in the back of the room. 

“Ready?” Jeremy nodded with a tense set to his jaw. Jean grimaced at the crushing grip his captain had on his arm but didn’t let himself move an inch. 

“Okay. Three, two, one,” Cherie said calmly, and Jean blinked in surprise. She had pushed the needle easily through Jeremy’s ear right after two. Jeremy blinked too, then loosed an exaggerated sigh of relief and said, “Dang, that actually wasn’t so bad! Do you do that trick with everyone?” His grip slackened, but he didn’t take his hand off Jean's arm.

“Only the wimps,” Cherie said matter-of-factly, and Jeremy laughed, a little giddy. The boys and Cody peeled off the wall to come admire the stud, and Jeremy only removed his hand from Jean when Cherie passed him the mirror again. Jean tried to be subtle about rubbing the now-sweaty inside of his arm against his shirt, but Jeremy was turning his head this way and that to see the piercing from different angles, completely oblivious. Cody gushed compliments, and Derrick said, “Yeah, gold was definitely the right choice.” Patrick clapped a hand on Jeremy's shoulder in approval.

Jeremy swung his legs over to hang them off the chair and face Jean with a beaming smile.

"What do you think?"

Jean considered the sparkle of the little earring in Jeremy’s lobe, bright against his flushed skin, and met Jeremy’s eyes. “It suits you,” he said simply. And it was true.

Somehow, Jeremy’s smile grew, and the stud twinkled like a miniature star as he kicked his feet.

As they all spilled back into the lobby a staggered chorus of “Thank you, Cherie!” arose from all five of the others. Pat already had his hand on the horizontal bar of the front door when Jean realized they had all turned to look expectantly at him again. He sighed and faced the counter. 

“Merci, ma chérie.” 

The sweet smile that curved Cherie’s lips seemed to soften her entire hardcore appearance, and she waved them all out amidst the chiming of the doorbell and the others’ whoops of triumph.

[thekinkyleopard]

Snzfire of Hostility

Part 3 out of ?????

An AlxKoxNai Snz Series

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fic, Force Induce, Public Tomfoolery,

degradation, smut

Description: Draeko is the fresh meat at College, new in town, and at first the jocks Alistar and Kanai, don’t find much interest in him. Until they find out he’s rather a little factory of entertainment and fetish gold. What will become of them all?

Author’s Notes: I hadn’t forgotten about this series Im just brain dead LOL but here we go for Chapter 3! @aller-geez owns Kanai and Draeko. She also did the lovely cover art! 🥰

Draeko was running late to volleyball as he sprinted down the hallway with his gym bag loosely slung around his shoulder, panting with a strain against his breath. "Shit shit shit..." he groaned, truthfully he only had himself to blame. He set his alarm for pm instead of am, easy mistake for most to make if he hadn't been up all night drinking with his new best friend, and dormmate, Levi. Bursting through the gym doors loudly, everyone turned to gaze upon him, including his least favorite tormentors, Alistar and Kanai.

The elective was taking place inside today per the email, there was a nasty storm brewing outside. So far the day started with an intense wind and then the second Draeko arrived, it turned into a heavy downpour. So walking into the gym he was a little more worse for wear than usual, sopping wet and frazzled from rushing.

With a sheepish smile, Draeko attempted to regain his composure and avoid the piercing gaze of Alistar, specifically. Kanai didn't go out of his way the way the red head often did. He headed straight for the locker room, hoping to slip in unnoticed. As he hurriedly changed into his gym attire, doing what he could to dry off his pink and mint mop, he couldn't help but feel the weight of their impatience burning into his soul as the gym was quiet, even from how close his locker was to the entrance door.

Squaring his shoulders, Draeko stepped out of the locker room and entered the awaiting gymnasium. His coach, Coach Leonard, was already halfway through explaining the morning's activities to the rest of the participants when Draeko had interrupted, so he pained them all by starting over once the hybrid joined them. Draeko quietly made his way to a vacant spot at the back, trying to blend in with his classmates. "Scuse me sorry...."

Coach Leonard paused for a moment in the middle of him starting over, glancing at the mutt with an arched eyebrow. "I'm glad you could join us, Draeko," he said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm adding insult to injury, as if the hybrid wasnt aware of the rhythm he had thrown off.

Draeko's cheeks flushed crimson as he mumbled an apology. "Sorry, Coach," he replied with a softened, shy voice. The man could only shake his head and direct the rest of the students to their places. As they each stood on their respective teams, Draeko on the other end of Al and Kanai, feeling extremely targeted.

"Hey Nai, Look at our favorite little muse, he looks like he's going to explode from shame," The red head taunted, loud enough for the hybrid to hear it. Whom flushed ear to ear, furrowing his brows. "He's so cute when he's flustered," the crimson eyed demon continued to tease and snicker.

"Alright enough gab boys, get to playing!" The coach interrupted the obnoxious interaction to get the three focused back on the reason everyone gathered here today, and every other day of the damn week. The game went on rather normally for the first few rounds, before Alistar saw an opportunity when Draeko was misplacing himself.

The mutt had turned around to walk toward the backened positions and the crimson eyed demon tossed up the ball, jumped and spiked it straight into the other's ass. Drae let out a strangled cry, falling to one knee from the sure pressure of the ball against him. His ass was sure to be redder than his face was at this point, he turned and scowled. "Hey!" classmates giggling, the coach too busy staring at his phone to give a shit. The mutt wanted vengeance. Snatching the ball up he looks over and gets into position, his teammates nodding knowingly.

Draeko kneeling at a crouch with his arms holding tight to the ball he narrows his gaze and before he could throw the ball upward, a large, loud, piercing alarm goes off, and the gym doors lock. "W-Wha!?" Draeko and the rest of everyone in the gymnasium looked around in horror.

The blaring sound of the alarm reverberated through the space, its shrill tone cutting through the air like a knife. Panic began to ripple through the students as they turned to one another, their eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Alright, Alright everyone, don't panic, let me call the front office, everyone hang tight," The calmed professional padded at the class with his open palms. His unbothered demeanor seemed to bring a relative calmness to the rest of the students and everyone broke off into groups, Draeko standing awkwardly against the wall.

It wasn't long before Alistar pressed his back against the wall, his gaze intense and ravenous as he looked at the mutt in front of him. His eyes were filled with hunger and desire, his body language betraying his eager anticipation for what was to come next.

Draeko tried his best to ignore Alistar's beating presence, focusing instead on the chaotic scene unfolding before him. Some students huddled together, whispering anxiously, while others paced back and forth, their agitation palpable. The blaring alarm continued to echo through the gymnasium, filling the air with a sense of unease.

Alistar's voice cut through the clamor, his tone dripping with malicious amusement. "Hey there little bumble bee, anyway I can get a buzzzzz?" he sneered, inching closer to Draeko. "I've missed playing with you~....those little sounds? Drive me crazy in the middle of the night when Im all alone~" biting his lower lip as he loomed over the other, dragging an index finger down Drae's gym shirt.

Kanai was standing close behind the red head, not directly looking at Draeko but more accurately, through him. Completely void of any real expression, per usual, it almost spooked the hybrid. More so than the red head. There was something almost ominous about it and that made his presence added against the crimson eyed bully, that much more intimidating.

Draeko lifted his gaze to meet Alistar's, his expression filled with defiance and a coldness that he hoped would hide the lustfilled vulnerability he felt. He refused to let the redheaded instigator see him falter, even though all he wanted was to crumble under his touch. What was happening to him? He couldn't pinpoint it, but as long as he didn't reveal his weakness to the ruby-eyed hellion, he would be safe. "Just leave me alone," Draeko replied, his tone now laced with a newfound confidence. Yeah, that would convince him. Though his constantly blushing face said otherwise.

Alistar chuckled darkly, circling around Draeko like a predator closing in on its prey. "Aweee, come on, don't be like that...I thought you liked our cocks in your mouth..." He started to play with the hem of the other's white gym shirt. "You seemed to really enjoy that the other day, We all had a grand time, didn't we?" The memory made Draeko's face flushed an even brighter red, his ears burning with embarrassment.

"I-! You! Be quiet!" He looked around anxiously, hoping no one had overheard their conversation. Thankfully, it was just the three of them, everyone else off in their own gossipy worlds.

"He isn't incorrect, Draeko, you did seem to enjoy yourself," Kanai chimed in, eyes empty, but he never turned down an opportunity to speak on truth. “In fact, I distinctly remember you being very enthusiastic about it. Correct, Al?" The darker-haired man's attention shifted towards his closest companion.

"You would be right, Nai. If we hadn't been in a classroom, I wouldn't have been surprised if he had begged us to take turns," Alister said with a smirk, trailing his finger down Draeko's inflamed cheek. Drae felt his face burn with a heat so furious, he swear his eyebrows may singe off. Regardless, he did what he could to ignore the other's words, finding it to be a challenge. He couldn't believe they were discussing this in front of him, completely disregarding his presence. It was both tantalizing and nerve-wracking at the same time. What if someone overheard?

Draeko's voice quivered "S-Screw you both!" as he tried to keep his desire in check, cursing at the two of them. They were treating him like a toy, and under normal circumstances, that would have been insulting to most people. But the thought of being in such an intimate situation with these two men, their little play thing, made the hybrid break out into a sweat. Yet he still didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing him vulnerable or affected by their words, but he could feel himself getting closer to Al's prediction of begging for it.

Alistar couldn't contain his amusement, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he shot a sideways glance at Kanai. "Oh, trust me, I'm trying," he snickered, a small smirk playing on his lips. His eyebrows lifted suggestively, adding to the playful energy between them. Kanai knowingly nodded, tossing what might have been considered a side smirk, but too flattened to the normal eye.

Coach Leonard chose that moment to come over, interrupting the tension in the air. "Alright, everyone, we've got an update from the front office," he said, trying to bring some semblance of order to the chaos. "It looks like we may be locked in here well into the night, possibly the morning due to a hurricane passing through," the sound of collective groans filled the room, including Draeko's. They were all disappointed and dreading what was to come. What could he have possibly meant? They were going to spend the night locked in a gym with two men who wanted to tempt him into sin?

As the alarm was finally cut to silence, Draeko felt a wave of unease wash over him. He couldn't believe he was stuck in a locked gymnasium with Alistar and Kanai, the two people he had hoped to avoid all day. As if the universe was playing a cruel joke. His heart raced, his mind reeled, he tried to come up with a plan to get out of there without drawing their attention, but it would all involve scaling a 30ft wall. Impossible for him to do unnoticed.

Coach Leonard continued, "But don't worry, we're not completely stranded. We have food and water in the locker room we can share, as well as some sleeping bags and some of the other students have managed to find their phones. So we can keep in contact with the outside world and let them know we're okay." Immediately everyone was working to distribute the supplies. Draeko sighed deeply, knowing his fate was sealed in the form of an unwanted sleepover with not only a bunch of strangers, but those two demons as well.

The hybrid grabbed a sleeping bag that was handed out to him and stayed relatively quiet to himself, watching youtube on his phone while everyone chatted and entertained themselves. Coach Leonard was still on the phone trying to see if he could make better arrangements or get them all out before night fall.

Draeko's attention was drawn to the fiery-haired agitator, Alistar, who stood menacingly across the gym. He could sense Alistar's intense stare on him, analyzing his every move with a predatory hunger. Draeko did his best to ignore him, fixating instead on the constant flow of videos playing on his phone. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to pretend he wasn't relishing the intensity of Al's gaze. It was always on him, no one else. That wasn’t worth nothing.

Kanai remained hidden behind Alistar, occasionally shooting him knowing looks filled with blank amusement. Draeko could sense that they had something more devious in mind for this sleepover, and it would be no where close to an innocent night of snoozing. He just had to try and not theorize what those something’s in mind could be.

The gymnasium was filled with a mixture of chatter and quiet whispers while hours passed by with no rescue, as the students began to settle in for the night. Some had spread out blankets and pillows to make the best of the situation, while others paced nervously, anxiety rippling through their bodies.

Draeko had claimed a corner of the gym for himself, creating a cozy little nest to retreat to. He let out a sigh as he settled into his spot and attempted to get comfortable before two familiar men approached him, looking to disrupt him in his haven. "Nah Nah, pipsqueak, you gotta be in the middle, Nai can have the wall,"

"W-?! I was here first, asshole! I'm not moving!" Draeko let out a frustrated huff, tugging at the thin fabric of his sleeping bag in an attempt to cover his eyes and shield himself from the two.

The material was worn and threadbare, offering little protection against the harsh elements outside, let alone the large gym. He could feel the cold seeping through, trickling against his skin and making him shiver. But he refused to give in and face the two men that awaited him. Instead, he pulled the fabric tighter around his body, trying to create a shield against everything outside of it.

"Poor choice see because you move, or," the red head gripped the edges of the other male's bag and scooted him to his liking. "Be moved," Draeko popping his head back out with frustration and disbelief. The nerve of this guy. Kanai quietly, settling in now where the hybrid once had been. Alistar squeezing in on the other side so Draeko was successfully sandwiched between the two.

"Dude what the hell, seriously? And what is th-....Hh...H'ih..." the strongest stench started to overwhelm the poor mint and pink haired male once the two settled in tightly on either side. "Wha-...that...sme-hah~.." With his sense of smell now acutely assaulted, Draeko struggled to keep his breath steady and maintain what little dignity he had left. Between the two muscular men was an unmistakable odor - the same perfume their professor had been wearing the very first attack he had within their presence. Shit. Draeko's eyes immediately watered and he clapped both his hands over his nose and mouth to keep himself from giving into this man's horrible plan.

"Ah, don't play hard to get, I picked this scent out special for you, pup," Alistar smirked, "You know Kanai, he might be a tough nut to crack, but I have a feeling we're about to discover another delicious weakness he can't resist." The silent one raised a brow and curiously spoke outward to respond.

"What do you mean, Donnie? He seems dissatisfied with this treat, you said he would be very thrilled to smell us but he seems very, unstable," the hound was sitting upward, wearing the same spritz of stench that Al was and Draeko struggled to contain himself, his sinuses threatening to spill over. He couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down his mint and grey eyes.

"You're se-serious right n-now?" the hybrid whimpered and struggled to speak as the scent overwhelmed him. His nose stretched and twitched, he tried to hide from it by dipping back into his sleeping bag. Al only shot a snickering glance toward his best friend.

Alistar's deep, rumbling chuckle filled the air as he spoke, his voice carrying a dangerous edge to it. "Hide all you want," he taunted, his words laced with confidence and a hint of menace. "There's plenty to go around and really,” His eyes glinted with mischief, pausing for effect, almost daring the mutt to challenge him. "I couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity to make you our bitch….” Licking his teeth possessively as he glared over the mutt.

Draeko glanced around nervously, hoping that his situation would remain undetected. Alistar and Kanai had encased him between them, and he felt like he was being suffocated. His nose was burning from the overpowering scent that emanated from their bodies. He could feel his eyes dripping lines of tears down his cheeks, and his throat felt like it was closing up.

The mutt tried to stifle his sneeze, but it was no use. He glanced around the gym, desperate for someone to save him from this torment. Alistar looked on smugly as he watched Draeko struggle to hold back his sneeze. "Come on, Drae, let it out," he taunted. "It's not like anyone important is going to see you….”

"N-Never...." his face was turning red, not because of the building desires that threatened to boil over, no, but because of the sheer pressure of holding in his afflictions.

"Do it," the words fell off that crimson eyed man's tongue and the command alone, caused the hybrid to shut his eyes tightly to try and disobey, but Alistar only scooted closer. "Let go....give us control, Drae," sliding his hand under the sleeping bag material to find it's way to the hybrid's thigh. The flesh bare as his gym shorts rode up and exposed him. Kanai watching closely, almost taking notes at the way his friend spoke, noticing a distinct difference in the mutt when he did.

"I'm...H-h...HIH-..." Draeko's voice caught in his throat, stuttering and gasping as he tried to deny the overwhelming force that was threatening to consume him. His chest heaved with every labored breath, his body shaking from the effort of trying to resist. But it was no use, the weight of the looming sternutation was too much for him to bear.

"That's it; right there, come on, let go for me, pup," The red head continued to coax him, reaching forward grabbing his shirt and pulling him just a bit closer, almost into his own lap. "Don't keep me waiting like this..."

"H'GXTSH'ue! K'GNSH!! 'GXXCT!" Kittenish like stifled sounds erupted from his mouth, the mutt brought a closed fist up to his mouth, holding back the power behind each one, the pressure behind his eyes making him feel like his head could implode. Alistar growled slightly under his breath.

"Stop holding back on me or I'm gonna show this whole gym why you're my bitch," the green and grey eyed man looked the red head up and down, seeking a bluff but only finding a very serious expression written across the other's face.

Draeko's eyes widened as Alistar's warning sunk in, the constraint building behind his eyelids threatening to burst forth. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer, and he couldn't afford to draw attention to himself in any suspicious ways.

With a final, desperate attempt, Draeko reached out and grabbed the edge of his sleeping bag, trying to yank it closer to his face in a desperate bid for protection. But it was no use; the scent of Alistar's perfume still clung to him, and the other couldn't escape, especially when the red head snatched the material from his clutched fist.

Al's eyes narrowed as he watched Draeko's struggle, a cruel smirk playing across his lips. "You're gonna learn to do what I say," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "And you're gonna enjoy every single second of it,"

Kanai watched in fascination as his best friend worked to claim his ownership of their new plaything. Miss deeds as such always brought a fire to the hound's inner core, reminding him of his heritage and unlocking something feral within himself. "I dont know, Donnie, I’d lay punishment upon the pet for prolonging his submission, that’s just my interjection though," making his suggestion with an edgy, yet sarcastic tone. Alistar couldn’t help but chuckle at that, struggling thoughtfully.

Draeko however swallowed nervously, and still defiantly he scooted a mere inch away, but the scent of Alistar's cologne was now clinging to him like a second skin. Drae's eyes darted around the gym, searching for a way out, a way to escape the suffocating compulsions that threatened to consume him. He needed to find a way to break free before it was too late, before he gave in to the sinister games of the two alpha males.

But it was too late. Alistar and Kanai had already locked him in their grip, sunk in their claws, and they showed no signs of letting go. The hybrid knew he was in deep trouble. He had never felt so vulnerable before, so exposed, so powerless against the whims of others. "You're right, Nai, I don't think he gets just how serious we are..." looking around to notice most their classmates had fallen asleep and or, were to far within the now darkening gym to see them. He reached up, gripped the mutt by his neck and angeled his face upward. "I said, Sneeze,"

As the scent continued to waft through the air, Draeko's body trembled uncontrollably. His heart raced as he struggled to hold back in spite of them, but it threatened to explode from his nose and it was absolutely no use by this point. His body was going to betray him and he'd broken his resolve to hold back any longer. "Hh'NDTCH'iEW!! H'GtsHI'UE!"

The sneeze erupted from his nose like a geyser, spraying a cloud of saliva and miscellaneous mess across Alistar's eager face. Drae's eyes watered down flushed cheeks and his nose twitched uncontrollably as he tried to catch his breath. He winced while he felt his nose throbbing from the intense pressure that had released from inside; feeling a slight ounce of relief.

Alistar smirked, and he wiped his face clean with the back of his sleeve, hungrily staring over Draeko's swollen and reddened face. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he teased. He then turned to Kanai, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I think our little friend has finally learned his lesson,"

Kanai tilted his head and his eyes scanned around the room quickly before he leaned in to the two of them closely. "I'm surprised no one bared witness to such an outburst," Drae's face slowly turned to look at the other hellion. Was he, taunting him? His cheeks flushed and he looked down at his own hands, now they were both in on it? Well…not like they hadn’t been but, the shameful feeling of them teasing him together? Brought butterflies to his stomach and he almost wanted to strangle himself for even feeling that way.

"Okay, dhere, you god wha you wanded ndow led me go do sleeb," struggling to speak with a clogged up nose after such a helpless session of sneezes, but the red head only chuckled.

"That was simply our warm up exercise, pet, but go ahead, get comfy in your bag....Nai, keep watch," the hound almost seemed disappointed by nodded regardless, he'd get his time in surely. His friend never left him high and dry. Draeko looked between the two of them and his brows fell again, this time more so with worry. What did they have up their sleeve? It was killing him.

He did as he was told, more frightened that there would be a scene made if he didn't, but also mostly, because he really hated denying himself the simple pleasures of submission.

Draeko carefully zipped up his sleeping bag, making sure it was secure and hiding him from the prying eyes of anyone who might pass by. He lay down inside, feeling the material scratch against his back as he settled into the tight space. A ripple of unease ran through him, but he knew that Alistar and Kanai wouldn't let anything happen to him - at least, not without their involvement.

The smell of sweat and cologne continued to fill the air, poking and prodding at his sensitive sensibilities. Trying to distract himself, he could hear the low murmur of their conversation as they continued to discuss their plans. Draeko could felt his heart rate slow down as he tried to adjust, but he knew that the temptation to sneeze would return eventually. Doing what he could to ignore the pounding in his head, but he knew that it would only worsen with time.

As the minutes ticked by, Draeko's body began to relax into his position, certain now that maybe the two were all talk, but as everyone began to slowly drift away, neither Hellion closed an eye. Drae's nose continued to twitch and prickle, things may have calmed down but the scent still lingered, too terribly close to him. Both men very much aware of this as well. Eventually, the red head and navy haired man alike slid themselves into the poor material of their sleeping devices. “Keep an ear out for any passerbys Nai..." he whispered amongst them, Draeko's eyes now shooting back open.

"Why cant you just leave me alone?" He sighed under his breath but the silence was so loud, they could hear him clear as day.

"Because you're far too delicious, pup, far too delicious…." he reached over and scooped the other's hips sliding their bags together, pulling the mutt tightly against his chest in a spooning fashion. "Now, why must you be so far? 'Mere," burying his face into the side of the hybrid's neck, it made it even more impossible for the other to resist the reaction to his scent now. Not only that, but he could no longer hide the delighted shiver that exuded his body when he felt Alistar pushed up against him. "Oh? You like that?" The red head teased.

"N-No don'd be....ridigulous...." Draeko stuttered with a roll of his eyes, but the blush on his face, and the racing of his heart, spoke otherwise.

Draeko couldn't deny the heated presence of the redhead against his back, their bodies molding perfectly together as they pressed against each other barely separated by the fabric of their bags. The scent of Alistar's cologne seemed to be multiplied now, filling Drae's senses and making it impossible for him to focus. Even so, he tried to keep his distance, both physically and emotionally, failing miserably.

The serpentine length of Alistar's arm curved around Draeko's waist, tugging him closer. The hybrid felt the other man's breath on the side of his neck, and felt the gentle brush of his lips against his sensitive skin. Draeko's body froze, his breath catching in his throat as the warmth from Alistar's lips spread like wildfire across his body.

"You know you want this, pet," Alistar whispered, his voice low and seductive. Draeko's eyes adjusted to the dark, they looked up and met Kanai's gaze, an empty quizzical stare like he was always being acutely observed by the man.

"A-And whad if I do....?" The words escaped him without permission, he clasped a hand over his mouth, Kanai almost smirked reaching for it and pulling it off him.

"Then give me what I want...and I'll return the favor," the red head nipped, and slid his tongue across the mutt's sensitive ear lobe, causing another delightful shudder to take over the course of Drae's thin frame.

Draeko's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had prided himself on his independence in the last year, his ability to resist temptation and maintain control over his own desires. But now, faced with the undeniable allure of Alistar and Kanai, he felt his resolve crumbling. "O-okay...." The whisper was as faint as a ghost, almost undetectable to any untrained ear, but did not go amiss amongst the demons.

Alistar's lips trailed down Draeko's neck, leaving a slew of hot kisses in their wake. The hybrid's breath hitched as his body responded instinctively, arching closer to the touch. The rational part of his mind screamed for him to resist, to hold onto what little autonomy he had left. But the pure pleasure coursing through him drowned out the voice of reason. "I knew you were eager, but this badly? My little toy...what a pleasant surprise...now give us what we want," bringing a hand up in front of the other’s face to brush and tickle his index just below the other's nostrils.

Kanai watched the scene unfold with an intense gaze, his eyes filled with lust and desire. Without a word, he reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair away from Draeko's face. The touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the raw intensity radiating from Alistar. Drae could feel his desires rising, a mix of intense longing and the need to break free from the strong scent of the men with hungry eyes.

In that moment, he hitched, his breath catching like a ball in his throat as if it were suspended there by invisible threads. It felt like the world had stopped and all that existed was this single, fleeting moment. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath, each inhale feeling like a gasp for air. His eyes widened as he tried to process what was happening, the weight of the moment heavy on his shoulders. “H-h…Hih…~” The scent only got stronger, only weighed heavier on his sinuses, his head fell back against the red head, his mouth widened and eventually, out it came.

Surfacing that persistent tickle from the bowels of his desperation to keep it under wraps, he let go of his chains and allowed himself to sneeze. Kanai bringing a hand up to cover the other's mouth, avoiding himself becoming collateral. "Hh'NDGSH'UE! Hihh'TSH'hiew.." he tried his best to keep it down but the anguish of the sound filled the air and reverberated against their eardrums, every wall in the gym seeming to echo and amplify the noise, drowning out any pretense of silence.

Draeko's eyes flew open, his face flushed and his breath heaving as if he had ran several miles. Alistar and Kanai, excited by the ferocity of the sneeze, the red head trickled his fingers delicately up the mutt's shirt, touching his bare stomach with cold hands. Drae shivered, biting his lower lip and whimpering gently.

"Look at that, Donnie," Kanai chuckled, a foreign sound from the otherwise quiet man, his voice low and husky, "Cracked like an egg…..did I say it right?" He looked over at Alistar, his eyes shining with self pride finally catching on to the other’s sarcastic demeanor with his own flavor and style.

"Cracked indeed," Alistar agreed, his own voice thick with lust, one hand sliding up to grip hold and twist one of the hybrid's delicate, prehardened buds. “Being such a good boy now aren’t we?" his voice slick like honey as it dripped inside of Draeko's ear drum. Free hand finding its way past the other’s sleeping material, and dipping just below the waist trim of his gym shorts. "Shall I reward him for his behavior? Hm Nai?" the mutt inhaled sharply, his eyes lidded as they stared at Kanai.

"I'd say we were obligated to hold up our end of the bargain, yes," for once, there was a hint of emotion behind his heterochromatic gaze, the need to be satiated. Kanai whispered, his eyes burning with a hunger that was both fiery and primal, but his mouth still lay in a flat line, which drove the mutt crazier. He wanted to see it twist in pleasure. So the hybrid reached forward with his own hands and gripped the hound's waist band. Pulling him closer.

When he suddenly gasped, trying to stay soundless but his body started trembling as he felt Al’s two hands all over him, one twisting his sensitized bud and the other sliding just below the waistband of his gym shorts. The scent emitting from both men was now almost overwhelming, filling the air and making it impossible for Draeko to focus on anything else. Lust drunk with pulsating sinuses. His nostrils threatening to leak as he would sniff to clear himself.

He was lost in a whirlwind of emotions, his heart racing wildly while he struggled to find a way to escape the hold that Alistar and Kanai had on him. But the pleasure that crashed through him in waves was too much to resist, his body betraying him by arching closer to the touch.

"I...I can't...I don't know...what to do," he whispered, his words barely audible. In his confusion, he could feel Alistar taking hold of his hardened length, pumping it slowly.

"Just relax...enjoy yourself...I know I am," the red-eyed demon snickered, his voice soft, barely audible, the three of them pushed closer together, Kanai now inches from the other's twisting face. “Oh and be quiet….” Reminding the mutt of their current position.

Kanai leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the hybrid's own trembling set, sending a shiver down Draeko's spine. "Relax, Drae," he whispered tenderly against his mouth, his voice a seductive rumble, "Submit," Whilst Al moved his hand, sliding it down Draeko's length and gripping it firmly, stroking his desperate cock. Drae's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat whilst the sensations coursed through him, trying his best not to be loud but a tiny whimper escaped him.

The scent of Alistar and Kanai seemed to meld with the arousal in the air, filling the space around their secluded corner. "Shhhh," the navy haired hound hushed him, bringing his palm to cradle the mutt's neck now, tightening around it before pressing their lips together in an attempt to keep the other's sounds at bay.

Alistar let out a possessive grunt, pushing his hips against the other's ass, desperate for friction where it was due. "I dunno Nai....should we give him the full experience or should we leave him wanting more?" slipping the pad of his thumb suggestively across Drae’s already leaking head. Kanai almost losing himself within the other's mouth, reluctantly pulled away. Sliding a lazy tongue across his own lower lip, accepting the string of saliva that had broken off between them.

"Hm, tempting call, Donnie, you're going to have to solidify that answer yourself....the pet tastes far too delectable for me to make a decision based on will..." Kanai's eyes gleamed with hunger, his voice melting like rich chocolate inside of Draeko’s now easily manipulated eardrums. Slowly Nai dipped his face once again to steal another softened, delighted kiss from their target.

Alistar looked at each of them with an adjusted vision to the darkness, his gaze filled with a primal intensity that seemed to say, "Checkmate," he'd knew he won, wanting so badly to claim his prize but he knew he had to leave the mutt wanting more. The next time theyd be in this siuation it'll be because the little hybrid wont be able to be without. They needed him to be addicted. Alistar brought his free hand to join the other, both his hands now tugging and twisting at the smaller’s length, but his ultimate goal to slicken his digits.

Draeko struggled against the mixed sensations, his body betraying him with every touch, every scent, and the intoxicating taste. He tried to pull away when he felt his face starting back up, itching and full, but found he was caught in a web of desire and need, unable to break free from their insatiable hold. He was just going to have to suffer between it.

Kanai watched Draeko's reactions, the obvious need and submission in the mutt's eyes, and it only fueled his own hungry desires even more. He leaned back in, their lips brushing together, his tongue darting out to taste the other's lips once again, pulling away just as quickly, leaving Draeko panting and clawing at Kanai's waist band, pulling on them and dipping his hand within the confines of the the fabric.

The navy haired man caught his breath as Draeko started to pump and twist his palm around his unsuspecting length. "Quite the....eager little thing he is," Kanai responded breathlessly while Al could only smirk at the two of them.

"Eager is one word for it....slut is another," Al nipped and pulled on Draeko's earlobe now causing him to whimper again. His second hand now significantly moistened came around to the backend of the mutt's cheeks, slipping between them with newly slickened fingers, pressing and teasing his hole. "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this," he hissed behind a clenched jaw as he then pressed his middle and ring finger inside of Drae's puckered hole.

Draeko's duo colored orbs widened, his breath catching in the base of his throat while Alistar's fingers breached his sensitive entrance. He started to moan but quickly swallowed it in an attempt to keep a low profile, arching into the touch, a whimper caught in his throat as he tried to push back against the invasion.

Kanai watched silently, his lips slightly parted as he let out little puffs of ghost like exhales for every motion of the mutt's hand.

"I can only imagine what it would feel like to be inside of you, hm? Tight and cozy…so warm against my cock," the red headed demon growled, his voice playing directly into Draeko’s ear drums to be heard by no one but his current property. Crimson orbs burning with a hunger that matched his words. He slid his fingers in and out of Draeko's entrance, twisting them slightly with each thrust, eliciting a gasp and bouncing hips from the hybrid. Between the great waves of pleasure, he could still feel his face reacting despite everything else happening. Huffing, still hitching, his chest caving in as that familiar prickle wreaked havoc on his good time, the cologne strangling his cavities as he stayed squished between the two.

Alistar stretched his fingers inside of Draeko further, his thrusts growing more aggressive with each passing second. The mutt's eyes stretched wider as he felt himself being taken by the other man's savage possession, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I'b....I'b..gonn...a," he whimpered, his voice shaking with lust-fueled desire as the pressure built inside of his slowly closing throat, rising like a high tide it finally spilled over.

"That's right, I want to feel that hungry little hole clench me while you release...sneeze for me pup, gimme a sample, convince me to fuck you," whispering with a thickened hungry tone, the two men, stifling their snickers and scoffs as Draeko's face scrunched up in the midst of his struggle to control himself.

"H'KGSH! Hh'NDKT'ih!" erupting into a smaller fit, he began to convulse, trembling and gripping Kanai's cock tightly as his body shook and spasmed in the midst of his cathartic release. His sneeze was anything but subtle, an expressive and ragged explosion of sound that reverberated the three of them in the dark gym. The red head grunted as he felt the other's walls clench around his fingers while he sneezed.

"Bless you!" they all heard from the furthest end of the large space, Alistar snickered nudging his nose against the mutt’s head. Clearly not everything from this side of the room was going unheard.

"Answer them, mutt," he licked his lips, demanding the other through gritted teeth, shoveling four full fingers inside the man, teasing his prostate.

"T-Thanks!" Drae's eyes rolled into the back of his head, it took every last muscle and cell of strength to not cry out as his cock released completely into his boxers. The hand that had been stroking him now soaked. His own fingers tightly gripping the hound's length while his body spasmed and came. He didn't expect it as much as the other two didn't, the commanding tone, the lewd act in such a public space, the two of them being the hottest men he'd literally ever seen.....it just all caught up at once.

Kanai took hold of the mutt's stiff hand, determined to cross the finish line without any delay. Fucking the tightened palms as he too needed to boil over in ecstasy. His body was tense as he inhaled deeply and clasped Draeko's hand and his own together around the tip of his length while it spilled over.

"Oh, you're welcome!" called the voice again from the shadows. The two spilling over silently, trying not to make a scene. The gym fell over in another deafeningly quiet moment as Kanai and Draeko twitched, and spasmed. Alistar highly amused by the fact they were honestly doing a good job at hiding their pleasures.

"Awesome..." The red head snickered pulling his fingers out of the hybrid's ass now and bringing them up to his mouth, licking them and tasting his essence. "It’s going to be so good when I finally fuck you," He whispered again, more to Kanai than anyone else, while pulling his fingers away and tucking himself tightly back into his own sleeping bag. As they each caught their breath Draeko turned around and in a concerned, and disappointed whimper, spoke in direction to Alistar.

"I-Is that all?" With his lower lip between his teeth, he gazed up at him with desperate eyes while his hips continued to sway. He could keep going all night, regardless of how many times he reached climax in pathetic silence, or how exhausted he became in the process.

"What? You want me to fuck you, now? Here?" Alistar let out a mocking scoff, his eyes dancing with amusement as he glanced at Kanai. The two hellions seemed to be fully aware that they had already laid claim on him and were relishing in their victory.

Draeko's brows furrowed with despondency as the air suddenly changed, and the atmosphere of sexual tension suddenly faded away, it caught him off guard. With a heavy sigh, he rolled his eyes, no longer wanting to pretend or push away his true desires. He couldn't hide it any longer - he was a pathetic nymphomaniac.

The sound of his disappointments made Al grin ear to ear, but quickly he shuts down any further advances, zipping his bag up to his chin. "What sweet, sweet sounds, you’re cute when you’re let down," he clicks his tongue, words dripping with both admiration and control. "Not tonight, pup. I want to hear you scream my name if that’s going to be the case," he shook his head back and forth trying to keep his own excitement hidden. "We will talk about it once the storm passes, and we’re released,”

Draeko let out a defeated whimper, glancing at Kanai who had already tidied himself up and was now following suit. The hybrid scowled and crossed his arms, feeling frustrated and unsatisfied. It almost felt worse than being blue balled. He exhaled heavily, "Can I at least get a cuddle? Seriously?" Alistar, who sounded like he was already asleep, was turned away and pretended to not hear the other’s request. Meanwhile, Kanai let out a nervous sigh and opened his bag again.

"You are more than welcomed to join me in here....should you, desire so," Clearing his throat and avoiding direct eye contact, Draeko offered a warm smile before he inched closer to the tense navy-haired man. After a moment of hesitation, Kanai gingerly wrapped his arms around the smaller figure, feeling his heart racing at their close proximity. They said nothing more but fell asleep wrapped around each other comfortably. Alistar happy to be in his own little world as he slept to the right of them both.

The hurricane rocked over the building all night, the howls of the wind and loudened crackles of thunder echoed off the roof but never the less they all stayed safe til morning, where they could all gather their things and get ready to leave for the day. Each student was excused from whatever classes they had that day, to recoup from the lock down.

"You tryna come to our dorm?" Alistar asked nudging the mutt as they all walked out of the gym. Draeko rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe, if you think I'm that easy," Draeko tighted his grip on his things as he turned to fully look at Alistar now, stopping in his tracks.

"I do think you're that easy....for us," Alistar stated plainly, coming to a sudden halt just before colliding with the mint and pink haired male. His eyes widened in honest surprise as he looked at the mutt, who stood there with a blank expression.

"Fuck you," Drae retorted, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. Al and Kanai couldn't help but silently snicker and shake their heads at Drae's stubbornness.

"Again, you see, I'm trying," Al said earnestly, pointing at Drae with a playful wag of his finger.

"Fine, I'll see you in the dorms tonight," Draeko finally caved, muttering under his breath as they all continued walking.

"That's what I like to hear," A mischievous glint danced inside his eyes as a grin spread across his smug face, he and Kanai making knowing eye contact. They both eagerly awaited their next encounter with their ever-pleasing mutt, the anticipation building within their chests like a drumbeat.

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: AHHHHHH this took me so fricken long to get through but I DID it, and might I say, steamy 🥵 Hope YALL enjoyed this, I certainly did.

[scarletfish]

microdosing on posting snippets from my raven!neil fic here because nanowrimo is killing me dead 🙃

Fic summary:

Nathaniel has grown up knowing he has two options upon turning 18: stay at Evermore and play for the Ravens through college, or allow the Hatfords to pay off his debts and claim him as one of their own. Nathaniel isn’t interested in leaving Exy (or Jean) for the faceless evil that sent his mom running to the Butcher of Baltimore. 

But then Kevin’s stunt with the Foxes upends Nathaniel's world, and a third option opens up.

***

cw: canon-typical violence, references to and brief discussions of abuse/torture (but nothing on-screen)

outtake is from chapter 1, enjoy!

word count: 827

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November

“Get him out of here,” Nathaniel snarls.

“Nice to see you too, Wesninski.”

Kevin is predictable to a fault and easy to corner after evening drills. The extra, invitation-only practice comprises a smaller group of upperclassmen, and Kevin insists on being the last to leave the court. Nathaniel planted himself on a storage cabinet just out of sight for the rare privilege of seeing Kevin flinch when he rounded the corner. 

Fresh from the showers, he has a towel draped around his shoulders. His wet hair is already combed perfectly into place, tattoo gleaming against his flushed cheeks. He does not look happy to see Nathaniel. 

He can get over himself – Nathaniel has worked himself into a burning rage while waiting, and he’s ready to light something on fire.

“Do we have to do this right now?” Kevin asks tiredly, dropping his soggy towel on Nathaniel’s sneakers and turning to rummage in his locker. 

Nathaniel kicks the towel at Kevin’s back and slams a fist into the nearest locker – a poor substitute for Kevin’s face. “Riko is out of control,” he says fiercely. “Jean is sobbing on the floor of our bathroom because he tried to turn the shower on. Is there a more convenient time that you’d like to pencil this conversation in?”

Kevin turns and catches the towel, leveling Nathaniel with a hard, weary look. “I don’t know what you expect me to do about that. Tell him to take a sponge bath. We’re all just trying to survive the year.” He reaches neatly around Nathaniel to access the laundry chute, withdrawing quickly before Nathaniel can do something feral like bite off a finger. 

The only thing that stops Nathaniel from trying is the shifty look in Kevin’s eyes and the way his shoulder jumps up in a half-aborted shrug. He’s hiding something.

“Bullshit. Tell me what’s going on, Kev. Something happened between you and Riko in Atlanta. He’s been escalating ever since, and I can’t– I can’t protect us if I don’t know what it is. Did you say something to him?" Kevin is so tense he looks like he's going to explode, which means if Nathaniel pushes just a bit harder... "Piss in his cereal? Jostle the stick up his–”

“I put my ego above my loyalties,” Kevin says. A shudder runs through him at the admission. “I am his partner and his– his second, and I have betrayed that trust.”

Nathaniel, who was not expecting to get an answer that easily, if at all, stares blankly. What the hell is he talking about?

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I– the drills we’ve been practicing with the team–,” Kevin mutters, as if even he is still trying and failing to piece together the full picture of Riko’s fury, “I guess I picked them up faster, or… I’ve been speaking too much in team meetings, stepping out of line…” he stumbles around the truth at the center of his words like it might burn him. 

“Hang on– are you telling me this is about, what, your stats? He’s mad that you’re outperforming him in practice?”

Nathaniel tries to reconcile the uncertain boy in front of him with the man who scored from center court and then chewed out the son of a hedge fund manager until he cried for not being three feet to the left to receive a pass. “Jesus, just take a few nights off, or– or take this shit to Tetsuji, I’m sure he’d love to hear how his nephew is dragging the team down with him for his pride. Why are you just sitting on this?”

Kevin is done explaining though. When he speaks, his voice is steel, and the glint in his eyes puts a pit in Nathaniel’s stomach. 

“It is after curfew and Jean is waiting. Go back to your room, Nathaniel.” 

Nathaniel’s jaw tightens. “You aren’t just sitting on this, are you? You have a plan.”

Of course he would decide to stand his ground now. Where was this conviction when Riko started spiking their food? When he broke Jean’s fingers, or carved into Nathaniel’s skin for the first time? He’s spent nearly a decade wishing Kevin would grow a spine – now he’s ready to snap it in half.

“I’m through bleeding for you, watching Jean bleed for you,” he threatens, pushing off the counter and taking a step toward Kevin, voice rising. “You promised me more than this. You owe me.” 

Kevin makes an irritated shushing noise. “Be quiet. This is not–” he glances impatiently at the clock above the door, “Do not ask this of me right now.”

“Fuck you, I’m asking,” Nathaniel snaps, not bothering to lower his voice. They have bigger problems than getting caught breaking curfew. 

“Shut up,” Kevin hisses, jerking a hand towards Nathaniel’s mouth. He freezes awkwardly just before making contact, dropping his gaze briefly to the lingering bruises on Nathaniel’s throat, the pink scars curving up from his shoulder blades to poke out his shirt collar. “Do you have a death wish?” he asks stiffly.

“Yes,” Nathaniel says coldly, “I wish you were dead.” He stares until Kevin drops his hand.

***

(oh, the angst. to be clear I love Kevin dearly. if i missed any cws above, please let me know!)

[fablesuntold]

𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦: 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.

Zero to hero. Loser turned popular— two of the most accurate terms to describe Lucas Sinclair.

Having spent most of his childhood as a victim to constant bullying at the hands of Troy Walsh and his nasty friends, the last thing Lucas would have expected was to go from the bottom of the hierarchy to the top. And why was that? Because he’d finally bit the bullet and grew up. Oversized baggy tees were swiftly swapped out for sports jerseys, and D&D nights spent with The Hellfire Club were dropped for basketball practice with The Hawkins Tigers more often than not. Finally, it felt as though he was working toward a brighter future for himself— one that wasn’t filled with otherworldly creatures like those from his childhood.

Hell, it had only been a week since Lucas had crossed Jason Carver and the rest of the team, and they’d already taken him under their wing. Well— mostly. He still had some minor brushing up to do on his dribbling skills before they allowed him onto the first team, but they seemed friendly enough. Was this the fresh start he’d been desperately craving? It had become apparent to him that he couldn’t keep living in the past anymore much to his friends’ dismay.

However, although this newfound admiration was every college boy’s dream.. Lucas couldn’t at all shake the feeling that he didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the jocks.

Truth be told; he missed his real friends. Mike, Dustin, Will, El.. Max. But it was like they didn’t even have the words to speak to each other anymore since that catastrophic night at Starcourt that had turned all of their worlds upside down. A night that had left Billy Hargrove six feet under with authorities blaming the events surrounding his death as nothing more than a freak accident; a mall fire. If only they knew the truth. Thinking back on it all, the space between Lucas’ eyebrows began to crease as a frown fought its way to the surface. He may as well have been in a trance, staring off into the distance while his hand continued to absentmindedly bounce a basketball against the laminate flooring of the vacant college gym— the silhouette in his peripheral completely lost on him.. until the clearing of someone’s throat cut through the silence and almost caused him to jump out of his skin.

Wincing, it was only after watching his ball roll off did he turn to face the source of the sound, mahogany eyes wide with surprise. “Uh.. Hey. How long have you been standing there?”

[astroluvr]

A Trip Around the Sun and Right Back to You

summary: (college!) jack’s birthday stirred up quite the commotion, and despite how much he loves being the big man on campus, he misses his corner of the world- even if he isn’t supposed to

a/n: here’s an impromptu college!jack blurb! its my first writing in a while, so pls have mercy on me lol! it’s a little long, and probably taps out from the plot a little, but i hope you enjoy!!! i’m welcome to any thoughts on the college!jack au given that there isn’t much lol.

warnings: mention of drugs (just weed), college party, brief allusions to smut (but not explicit, ik and i’m sorry)

***

The world was his oyster, but today the world was just his. The lines of the circle he drew around himself seemed to grow blurrier and blurrier each semester. It was harder to tell who had squeezed themselves in by pushing people over, and who had genuinely earned their place.

It seemed that lately he was an excuse to throw a party, or at least a ticket into one. The guys on his championed soccer team never got as much attention as him, and were almost slick with how they managed to use Jack to get it.

It never occurred to him just how loud it was all the time until he met you. And Jack hardly liked to think of himself as meeting you, in some weird way. Saying that he met you felt like he was referring to some cross of fate, and he absolutely does not want to think about why he thinks of it that way when it comes to only you.

Either way, you were on his mind, and he kept looking at the text message you sent him bright and early in the morning.

Good morning, birthday boy ☀️🧁 Hope your day is wonderful!!

He had stared at that text for at least fifteen minutes before responding to it. The only person who has beat you to the well wishes was his mother- even room mates were late on the draw.

It didn’t upset him, though, he knew that world goes on and people had more things on their mind than telling him happy birthday, but that didn’t mean it didn’t feel nice.

As he stood in the middle of a party in full swing, he found himself staring at the messages between you. A year ago today, he wouldn’t have expected a sweet message from you, but instead a raunchy picture as a gift. He wasn’t sure which he preferred.

“Hey, Jack!” A familiar voice sounded, making his floating fingers slide across the screen, and he turned around quickly, faced with Evan, a friend of Urban’s. “Happy birthday, man.”

“Thank you.” He nodded, and Evan clapped his back before shoving something in his pocket with a wink.

It didn’t take long for Jack to gather what it was, and he only shook his head before throwing it in the middle of a smoke filled circle. People were generous enough to slide him all sorts of baggies all night long, and even more so to supply the party with drinks for free.

He wasn’t sure if he was ungrateful or if he was just reaching an age where he questioned the intention and meaning behind those ‘gifts’, and he did not like that he might’ve been approaching such questions during college.

A month or two ago before your place in his circle became less solid, he wouldn’t have questioned anything for a second.

“Jack!” He finally heard your muffled voice through his phone speaker and he stopped short in the kitchen. The call had been going for at little over a minute now.

“Oh, shit, Y/N!” He said into the speaker, rushing out into the yard where only a few people were scattered across the yard.

The air was thick and humid, but it also cooled him down from the heat of the party that radiated into the night. He shoved a hand in his back pocket before clearing his throat.

“Hey, did you mean to call me?” You asked, and he was envious of how peaceful you sounded. He could imagine that you were just getting home from work, and fresh out of the shower.

That was his favorite time to see you, and he was only allowed the pleasure a couple of times before.

“No. I-I mean, yes. I mean, fuck, I meant to text you. I just slipped and called.”

“Oh,” you giggled, and Jack swallowed. “Why are you texting little old me in the middle of your bash? You should be in bed with three other girls right now.”

He wanted to laugh because he knew it was a joke, but he also knew that it meant you thought he had the capacity to even think of any other woman.

“You’re the only one.”

And he didn’t specify- and for once, he didn’t feel the need to add a fine print. He didn’t need to say the only that he was sleeping with, or going out with, or even friends with. He didn’t need to, not because he didn’t feel the need to explain his sex life with his tutor/fuck buddy, but because there was no defining category.

“Next time I see you, I have a gift.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” you hummed, and he could hear you adjusting in bed. “But you’ll have to get it soon.”

“Come over. Bring it to me. Both my gifts.”

“Both?” You laughed, and Jack bit his lip. “What makes you think I like you that much? What do you think this other gift is?”

“You.”

The sexual innuendo wasn’t clear in his statement. He wasn’t sure if the gift would be your presence itself or having sex with you, and he didn’t want to dwell on which would be his preferred.

“I don’t want to crash your party.” You mumbled, a teasing lift to your voice that almost made Jack groan.

“It’s not crashing if it’s my party, and I’m inviting you.”

“Jack, we both know…” you trailed off with a laugh, and he nodded as though you could see him.

It wasn’t his party, and you would be crashing, and it was all Jack’s fault. He always tossed the mention of parties like this around, and made you feel like you wouldn’t fit in before you even had the chance to. He had driven you away because he was scared of what he felt. He had removed the wrong person from his circle, and now it felt like he was struggling to make room.

“Just come through. I’ll wait for you at the door, and we can hang out.” He could practically see your face screw into uncertainty.

“Jack, the gift really isn’t that nice, and I’m not really in the mood to-“

“This isn’t about the gift, and this isn’t about fucking. It’s just about seeing you tonight. On my birthday.”

You sighed and bit your lip before looking down at your boy shorts and oversized shirt. “I’m not coming dressed up.”

“Good.”

You were over at Jack’s in less than fifteen minutes and the party was pouring out of the house. You knew better than to try and park anywhere near it, so you parked a little bit across the street, away from a lot of the commotion.

You were only in sweats and a hoodie that you pulled on over the clothes as you tried to blend in with everyone. You hated the parties, and you were suddenly grateful that Jack tried to keep you away from them.

You finally found Jack on the front porch, all alone and crowded at the same time. You pouted at the sight. He was only in a pair of sweats similar to yours and a nicer hoodie that he had tugged over his pretty curls that caught a little bit of light from the full moon.

“This isn’t the birthday suit I was expecting to see.” You murmured, walking up next to him and pulling him from one trance into another. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great. Just wanted… a break, I guess.”

You hummed, wanting nothing more than to just lean against the soccer team’s house and try to pretend that the smoke was a breeze.

“Let’s go inside.” he tugged at your sleeve, and you followed him, growing nervous as you entered the belly of the beast.

If anyone was sober enough to notice- which was maybe a handful do designated drivers too caught up in their own misery to give a damn, they might catch the way you tried to stay behind Jack’s tall figure that parted the crowd, and the way he put his hand out towards the bottom of his back for you to take. You wanted to so badly, but you felt that the consequences would sting. That you’d take it for more than it was.

Jack stopped short at a couch, tapping his friend’s shoulder as he split a blunt with a girl underneath his arm. You recognized Urban when he narrowed his eyes up at Jack.

“What?” He asked, and you tried to stay perfectly still, stay Jack’s little secret.

“Look, thanks for throwing the party, Urb, but I don’t want to have to clean this shit up, and I don’t want to hear a bunch of people until five in the morning.”

“Bruh,” Urban glanced at you and laughed, making you feel small. “Are you about to go study?”

“Just wrap it up in a little, Urb.” Jack shook his head, and led you back upstairs to his room.

Somehow, despite being able to feel the vibrations of the party, you couldn’t hear it as clearly. Jack’s room felt strangely unfamiliar as he took off the hoodie and revealed only a wife beater underneath before sitting on the edge of his bed and smiling at you.

“What?” You laughed, and Jack reached out to grab your waist, tugging you to the bed next to him. “You’re insane.”

“When do I get my gift?” he murmured, a smile plastered on his face.

The two of you had never kissed without lust or intention behind it, but right now, he just wanted to kiss your forehead and hold you close.

Jack wondered for a moment if he were going crazy. He racked his brain for when he had ever looked at you like this, and he didn’t want to believe it when he kept thinking back to the time you smiled at him when he got an equation right on the homework you were doing together.

“Here.” you reached into your purse and pulled out a cupcake in a plastic container that was a little bigger than normal ones. It had white frosting and its wrapper had little soccer balls printed.

Jack chuckled when it was in his hand and you crossed your arms against your stomach. “This isn’t what I was expecting.”

“Well, I told you it wasn’t much. I mean, I had to get you something. We’re friends, of course- not just friends. Not that we’re more than friends, but I felt like I had to-“

You were interrupted by Jack’s impulse, feeling his lips against yours. You didn’t expect it to deepen the way that it did, but a flurry of want blew through you.

In a heartbeat, you were on his lap, forgetting that you told yourself you’d put your feelings aside for tonight, just be friends with him tonight. You couldn’t stop yourself from placing your hands on his shoulders and letting him place his own hands in the waistband of your sweats before breaking away to look at you.

“You want to?” He questioned, and you nodded, biting your swollen lip. “Thank you for my gift, sweetheart.”

You shuddered at the pet name. Usually, when he was calling you out of your name, it was ‘pretty girl’ or ‘baby’, and that was only when he lost himself within you.

Your mouth parted at the words and you smiled tenderly, trying not to smile or think too hard. “You’re welcome. I’m sure you’ve already had cake, but I couldn’t think of anything else.”

Jack thought to the edible brownies that a candle in it- which was from Urban and probably one of the most thoughtful gifts he’d received. But it wasn’t pure. It wasn’t just a cute gesture or something that was just sweet. It was nothing like that, it was nothing like you.

“Nicest gift I’ve gotten all night, sweetheart.” he mumbled against your neck, sucking a nice bruise that made you moan and cling to his bare shoulders. “Well, a close second.”

||

By the time Jack finished with you, it was no longer his birthday and he found a sketchy plastic knife in his room- which took him several minutes of trying to convince you was fine, to cut the cupcake in half.

Now, you were sitting in his bed against the headboard in one of his tee shirts and boxers eating a cupcake. The party was still going strong, and he had yet to receive a text asking him where he’d gone.

“Thank you for this.” He finally said, and you turned to look at him with a soft smile.

“We do this all the time.” You laughed, and before he could argue or clarify, he realized that you were right.

Every time you two stopped studying to fuck or make out, you would always either leave to go some diner or find a random snack and eat it together. He wondered if it just became an old routine or meaningful ritual.

“I mean for spending my birthday with me.”

“You’re welcome.” You said as if you had given him nothing of importance. “A trip around the sun is no easy trip.”

And with your words, Jack made another circle. He hardly had to make room for it. In the middle stood you and him, right next to each other, unnoticed by the rowdy crowd.

[caleb-majhi]

CALEB MAJHI

Full Name: Caleb Majhi 

Nicknames: Cal

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male

Age and Birthday: 39 years old, August 14th

Birth place: Pacific Grove, California 

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: Mechanic/Part-time tow truck driver

Education: Master's Degree

Residence: Fisher's Cove

Time in Aurora Bay: Six years

Face claim: Rahul Kohli

tw mild racism mentions, mild violence mention, parental illness mention

— HISTORY:

Caleb was a college-graduated mechanical engineer who was as stubborn as he was proud. Convinced that he was invincible and that he was capable of practically anything. He believed that with enough hard work he could provide a great life for not only himself, but for mother and father, and if it were ever in the cards for him, a stable future to build a family on.

Originally born in Pacific Grove, an only child to immigrant parents, the early portion of Caleb's life started with a struggle. Caleb maintains that it was uneventful, forgoing the struggles of having to make ends meet while handling some level of intolerance in not only the work field, but in their own community. His father decided to move their family out to Oakhurst when he turned five to give them a fresh start, away from the judgmental gaze of their neighbors.

Caleb barely remembers the scent of the sea salt, the dry air and palm trees, and how the sky was invisible under a thick sheet of smog. If asked, it is the oaks and cottonwood trees, crystal clear lakes in the summer and snow drifts making him shiver in his boots in the winter.

Caleb fit in there for the most part even if he didn’t keep many long-term friends. Those he did make were fleeting with each year, never kept through the summers because he wrapped himself up in helping around his home. His father bought a garage with a second floor home attached to it in Oakhurst and that was where Caleb spent his after-school hours. From this grew his love for mechanics.

The elementary school years came and went, and Caleb entered middle school with his fists raised. His first day he was backed into the lockers, but he refused to be the type to roll over and take it. He lost miserably, but his left that scrap with pride intact for standing up for himself. It wasn’t his last time in the principal’s office over antagonistic behavior either. No matter how many scornful stares he got from his father or disappointing frowns from his mother Caleb did little to remedy that behavior.

Making friends was off the table for a while there. It took until a few months in until he met his one and only companion. Reluctant at first because all this time he had been pretty much on his own, the two began to lay down the foundation for a friendship to last a lifetime. And Caleb found a focus that kept him in line. Enough so that his grades started to remarkably improve as truancy was less of a problem.

This made it easy for Caleb’s parents to say ‘yes’ whenever he would ask them with the biggest, most desperate ‘pretty please’ to join his best friend and his father in camping trips. Caleb would never love the outdoors as much as his best friend, but it came pretty damned close to how much he liked working in the shop. It was peaceful out there, and what was there not to like?

'What about that one?' he had eagerly asked, his hand quickly shooting into the air to point. 'Oh... no, what's that one?' Pointing to stars and learning constellations. Another lesson that he learned, another question that was answered. Fresh air, beautiful scenic views, and spending weekends with people he found comforting familiarity in. He learned to fish, build fires, pitch tents, all that fun survival stuff that gave him this feeling of self-sufficiency he never wanted to let go of.

High school was another journey all its own where Caleb did start to widen his social circle. Just acquaintances made after he joined the football team on which he earned a scholarship. He left everything shallow not wanting to bind himself to anyone or anything with plans for a future in mechanical engineering. His childhood pal was the only friend he kept true to, and whose side he remained at through thick and thin. He tried to at least when he was given the chance.

When graduation came, class of 2001 hanging across the banners in school Caleb was ready to step forward into his future. The Massachusetts Institute of Technology was his dream school, but the tuition was far too much for a family just getting by. The scholarship aids he earned from football and his improved grades earned him enough credit to settle with the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. The only things tying him to Oakhurst were his parents who would forever be there, manning that garage, and his best friend who took to the road. College felt lonely at times without no one by his side.

Caleb pushed through with his studies with nothing in mind other than the full belief he was capable of it. He could do it, would walk that stage with a Bachelors without a single obstacle deterring him. That was about when he decided to forgo any potential relationships, stuck to anything casual and short-lived, and kept any ‘friends’ at an emotional distance. He had a goal in mind, and nothing was going to stop him.

When he bypassed his goal and obtained a Masters degree Caleb hit a home-run as salutatorian, landing a job fresh out of college in engineering the wind farms taking over the Palm Springs and Coachella Valley areas and even out to La Jolla.

Life became a blur as he buried himself in his job and earning himself a decent enough income. He lived comfortably, but never overtly luxuriously, and had enough in excess to send back to his parents on a monthly basis. His job left him too busy to pursue a relationship, but ‘one day’ Caleb would tell himself without a care. Maybe one day, if he ever felt that desire.

2016 came around and his father had started to get up in age where it raised a concern in Caleb, and his mother had recently fallen ill. She recovered, but it left her too weak to help his father around the garage. It took some mulling over, but Caleb inevitably left his job in Palm Springs to return to Oakhurst to help out. However, the decision had ultimately been made for them to sell the garage and use the money to settle into a smaller home.

With that fear of nearly losing his mother, there had been a startling realization in Caleb about how he dove too much into work and carelessly let time slip by. He lost months to years of time to spend with his parents. This pushed him to not return to his previous employment, and instead, he settled down in Aurora Bay. He took a part-time gig at Pit Stop, and on the side runs a tow-truck. His free time is spent fishing on the docks behind his house in Fisher's Cover. He's slowed down plenty, but he still finds he has a tendency to get lost in his work.

TRAITS.

+ Loyal, hard-working

+/- Confident, subjective

- Tunnel-visioned, brittle

HEADCANONS.

⊹ Caleb's favorite go-to snack when he works in the garage or anything mechanical is jerky. It is why it is one of the first things he makes when he's hunted a deer.

⊹ While Caleb is a decent hunter, he much prefers fishing. It requires more sitting and ruminating, and it is more peaceful.

⊹ While he had a bad temper as a kid, it's settled down into his adulthood. Not enough so that when he is frustrated he can keep his voice level, his patience is terrible. However, he won't swing so easily.

⊹ Caleb's biggest pet peeve is when someone has too many questions.

⊹ Caleb always wanted a family, but his job ate up most of his time. His ambition prevented the ability to meet someone and to build something, and when he returned home to help his parents, the problem of no free time persisted.

CONNECTIONS.

♡ @leomlarson - one of caleb's past camp kids while he worked the summer camp in Michigan during his college years, he has to say Leo had been one of the kids that made it worth it.

♡ @alicexcheng - xxx.

♡ @priyaxdesai - distanced cousins, not by choice. the traditional way priya's family raised her wasn't widely accepted by the family as a whole, specifically caleb's parents, so he wasn't around much while she grew up. he is relieved to see her living her life freely now that she's back in aurora bay.

♡ @delilahcarreno - xxx.

♡ @atlasnolan - xxx.

LINKS

⊹ pinterest.

⊹ inspo.

⊹ music.

@aurorabayaesthetic