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leqonsluv3r · 9 months ago

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good girl

re4!leon kennedy x fem!reader

— a oneshot

warnings: MDNI, 18+, inappropriate use of handcuffs, unprotected sex, use of nicknames (babygirl, baby, etc), praise, porn with literally no plot, mentions of raccoon city & leon being a lil rookie, reader has hair that can be tugged on but no other physical appearance mentioned, use of female pronouns (she/her), established relationship.

“she smirks at the handcuffs, “never been arrested before…” she says with a small chuckle as she swings the handcuffs around her finger, looking up at him. “not those kinds of handcuffs, babygirl.” he says with a small grin, looking over her face as her smirk stalls a little bit. letting herself realize what he really meant, her mouth becoming dry. she was deep in it now.”

—or reader finds leon’s handcuffs and he shows her what he uses them for

when she met leon, it was hard for her to believe that he even looked her direction. not because she wasn’t his type, he loved any kind of woman, no matter how she looked.

she was just not use to someone who looked the way he did to talk to her, or even ask for her phone number. it was bizarre in her eyes, like hell had frozen over in the best way possible.

she knew he was different from other guys right from the get go, he opened the car door for her and payed for her meals. he held respect for her in the way that most men hadn’t.

and it made her like him much more then she anticipated.

they continued to go on dates, hang out at each others places and then eventually they had sex.

she had never had a guy…who felt and gave like leon did. he would gladly go down on her, no questions asked. he ate her out like she was a meal, making her back arch and her hands fist at his hair.

no man had ever made her feel like that before.

he shared everything with her, what he did before and why he was here in the city. he even shared some of his embarrassing stories from when he was a kid. they talked about everything.

and as time grew on and they became more serious, leon asked her if she wanted to move in together. get a place and be in one spot, which made her happy, but she had never lived with a man that wasn’t family before and it did make her a bit nervous at first.

leon reassured her that everything would be fine though, he knew how nervous she was. he could read her like a book after all the months they had been together.

and she said yes, which led to her packing all of her one bedroom apartment into boxes. stuffing clothes into garbage bags and dismantling furniture. she was stressed but it was definitely worth it at the end of the day.

this led her to now, currently moving all her boxes into their new place together. she was sweaty, exhausted and stressed but she had the biggest smile on her face and nothing could take that away.

she was finally in her own place with leon, nothing could be better.

“settling in? i just moved all my shit in two days ago, haven’t unpacked a single thing.” he says with a wipe of his forehead with his bicep as he walks into their practically empty kitchen.

she chuckled, “yeah, all my stuff is scattered around. i have to go pick up the furniture that i’m keeping tomorrow. didn’t have enough energy to get to it today.” she says as she sips on her plastic water bottle that she brought with her, moving some hair out of her eyes.

he smiles at her and comes over, wrapping his arms around her waist. “it’s all worth it though right?” she hears him mumble into her ear, pressing a small kiss on the shell of it. she bites her lip, trying to fight back a stupid lovesick grin, “yeah, definitely.” she says softly as she looks over her shoulder and up at him.

he was worth it, the stress of packing and unpacking was definitely worth it. being with him was worth it, all of it was. she wouldn’t trade it for anything, no matter how stressed and strung out she was right now. nothing could beat the look on her face.

leon could see that.

“do you wanna try unpacking the bedroom first? i already built the bed.” he says with a small smirk into her hair, holding onto her waist with hands that could easily crush her, but didn’t. she fights another grin, “mhm…” she hums.

they unpack the bedroom, what they can of it. she becomes exhausted after about 10 boxes. moving was clearly not her favorite task, that was apparent.

if anything she despised it, but she’d do anything for him. even if it meant packing her entire apartment into boxes just for him. she’d do just about anything for him. even this.

he sighs and looks at her, “you feeling okay?” he asks softly as he rubs his hand over her shoulder. she sighs and nods, rubbing at her eyes. “i’m just tired. today was a lot. i just…moving has never been fun.” she says with a weak smile as she looks up at him next to her.

he nods, chuckling, his hand still squeezing and rubbing at her shoulders. “but you like it right?” he asks with a teasing raise of his brow. she grins; lovesick just by his eyes on hers. “absolutely.” she responds without hesitation.

“good, thought i had something to worry about baby.” he says with a small laugh, moving to grab the last box of the bed. it was his, the messy scrawl of his handwriting on the side was barely legible. she laughs softly and sits on the side of the bed, watching him tear open the cardboard box with ease.

she looks at the decor of their room, the black iron headboard and large queen bed that had dark green sheets and a duvet to match, their photos and books, little knickknacks from life spread together throughout the room. she really was home with him.

it sunk into her exhausted bones that moment as she looks over at him, watching him unpack stuff from the box. “what’s in there?” she asks with a small looking from the box label to him.

he sighs and lifts out a picture frame, showing her a picture of him. he was definitely younger in the picture, maybe 21. he was in his police uniform, smiling widely at the camera. she smiles softly, “aww! look at you!” she says with a teasing smile as she moves over on the bed and towards the box.

she knew he was a cop at one point in his life. something unfortunate happened that made him disband from that and go to his current job. he never really spoke of it, saying that he couldn’t technically. she didn’t mind, she knew he was only following orders and doing what he needed to.

he rolls his eyes, “i wasn’t expecting that much of a reaction.” he says with a small blow of his lips. handing the framed picture towards her. she takes it and traces her fingers over the frame. “how could i not? you looked so cute in your little uniform!” she says with a small giggle as she showcases the photo in his direction again.

he rolls his eyes again, “shut up.” he chuckles lowly as he continues to pull stuff out of the box. loving his girlfriends teasing on the matter, he would agree that he was cute back in his day. back when he was a bright eyed cop, eager to protect and serve. but he had no idea what was in store from him that day in ‘98 when he went to raccoon city.

he pulls out his uniform, the spare one that they gave him to commemorate his service to the force when he first graduated the academy, holding it in his hands. a myriad of emotions crosses over his eyes and she doesn’t miss it.

“you miss it?” she says with a small curious expression over her face. her tone gentle as she analyzes the mixed look over his face. he sighs, “i only did it for one day, but i miss the idea of it.” he says as he glances over at her on the bed.

she nods in understanding, “i’m sorry, honey. i really am. i know what it’s like…in a sense to have something that you wanted ripped away from you.” she says softly as hers brows dip in sympathy. “i don’t know what happened,” she pauses and takes a small breath. “but whatever did happen that day. doesn’t mean that you aren’t still that person inside.” she whispers softly.

he smiles at her, so grateful that even if she doesn’t fully understand. she’s willing to try for him. he knows that, knows how caring, loving and understanding she is. she’s been that way since they started dating.

he dug into the box again, pulling out some handcuffs and holding them up. “i forgot all about these.” he says with a small smirk as he looks over at her. she tilts her head and her eyebrows furrow, “they’re just handcuffs…” she says with a small chuckle.

he shakes his head, “we got two pairs of them. i used one for my uniform and my other pair…these pair of handcuffs i used personally.” he says with a small smirk as he holds them up.

“personally?” she says in confusion, the dots weren’t connecting in her brain and she had no idea what he was even talking about. “i used them on the girls i dated before you.” he says as he holds up the handcuffs, twirling them around his finger with ease.

they were just a normal pair of handcuffs, normal metal ones that looked like anything a police officer would carry. that was until the dots connected and her eyes widened, realization dawning on her when she figured out what he truly meant by using the handcuffs.

her cheeks flushed red, her wide eyes blinking at him from where she sat on the bed. “really? i didn’t know you were into that.” she says and it’s not all shock, it’s curiosity and something else entirely.

he chuckles lowly, he sets the handcuffs on the bed. then moves the half empty moving box off the bed. “i am, i haven’t done it in a long time. haven’t been willing to find someone to try it again with.” he says with a small tilt of his head as he runs his fingers over the clasp of the handcuffs.

she doesn’t know what within her makes her open her mouth and say, “i’d try it with you.” she says softly as she looks at the large pads of his fingers running over the metal surface of them. as if he’s in contemplation, he looks up at her. “really? you’d be handcuffed, wouldn’t be able to touch me and i know how you like to touch me.” he says with a small quirk of his lips.

his eyes gleaming with something predatory and exciting, igniting her bones into flames. her core throbbing as she shifted on the bed under his gaze. she tucks some hair behind her ear. “yeah…” she breathes slowly, “i’d do it.”

he smirks and shakes his head, chuckling. “are you sure? you seriously wanna go down that road, baby?” he says with a grin, still holding the handcuffs in his hands. hands that could swallow her whole and easily break her in half, she feels her core throb again. that familiar feeling resurfaces in her underwear.

she nods slowly, licking her lips. she felt saliva leave her throat. she wasn’t sure, but she wanted to try it. wanted to give him what he wanted. he nods slowly and gestures to her clothes. “strip.” he says with a small demand, not even a question. something she can’t even argue against if she wanted to.

she slid off of the bed under his gaze, as she strips off her clothes one by one until she was completely bare. he feels himself get harder at everything that’s transpiring right in front of his eyes. her naked for him has never failed to make him hard, make him want to devour her whole and take her.

he goes over to the half unpacked box on the floor and gets the keys for the handcuffs, unlocking them and walking back to where she stood on the opposite side of the bed, waiting for him. he licks his lips, unlocking the handcuffs with a small clink.

she feels her arousal pooling between her legs at his gaze, blue deep pools of his irises that are almost dark with lust. he sweeps his eyes over her bare frame in front of him, “turn around, baby.” he says softly and lowly at the same time.

the gruff of his voice making her erupt in goosebumps as she turns around, putting her hands behind her back without him even having to ask. he chuckles lowly, “eager to be handcuffed, very naughty babygirl.” he hums lowly as he clamps the handcuffs around her wrists, locking them and making sure they fit comfortably around her wrists.

she feels his words wash over her, feeling the cold metal clink over her wrists behind her back, the cold feeling making a shiver crawl up her spine. he backs up, licking his lips from behind her, admiring her handcuffed and naked.

she can feel his eyes boring into the skin of her back, making her bite her lip. her core was throbbing for him, wanting him more then anything. the exciting prospect of what was to come seeped through her pussy.

he strips off his shirt and pants, tossing them to the floor by her clothes on the floor. she swallows as she hears each drop of his clothes to the floor behind her, her heartbeat accelerating in her bones as he drops his boxers.

he was just as bare as her now, he takes a couple steps closer and leans over her back, running his fingers over her stomach from behind. “all naked and dripping for me baby, i can practically smell it on you.” he says lowly as his hot breath drifts over her neck.

she swallows and her eyes flutter open and shut, “i’ll tell you what’s going to happen now, okay?” he says softly, his voice was so familiar yet raspy and full of desire for her. she nods slowly as he presses a kiss to her neck, making her bite her lip. if she bit it any harder blood would draw from the anticipation.

“your gonna get on the bed, bend over and i’m going to fuck you until your crying on my cock. sound good?” he says with a small raspy chuckle as she draws his fingers from her stomach up to her breast, lightly squeezing it. a small whine escapes from her lips as she nods. he presses another kiss to her neck, he motions for her to do what he says.

she manages to crawl onto the bed, it was more difficult without her hands. he grabs a pillow and puts it under her hips keeping her somewhat comfortable and propped up. her cheek pressed into the new sheets that covered their bed.

she feels the bed dip with his weight as he kneels behind her on the bed, running his large hand over the dip in her ass. his dick was standing at attention now, hard and leaking precum as he grabs it.

she wiggles her ass a little in his direction, “please leon, cmon.” she whines as she tries to get some kind of friction from the pillow underneath her hips. he chuckles lowly, running his hand slowly over his shaft, “patience babygirl.” he says with a small squeeze of her ass, she whimpers softly

he lets go of his cock and runs his fingers into her leaking core, putting two fingers inside of her to stretch her out. he always did this before, just to get her ready for him. no matter how many times they had sex, she still was never prepared for his size.

she moans softly into the duvet cover on their bed, trying to push back against the two fingers stretching her out. “please…” she whines as she tries to pull at the handcuffs, her pussy swallowing his fingers as he stretched her out.

“you’ll get it, like i said, patience baby. i don’t wanna hurt you.” he says in a low tone as he kneads her ass with his free hand. she whimpers and clenches around his fingers, her arousal sucking his fingers into her entrance. he continues to knead her ass and stretch her out, “sucking my fingers in princess, jesus.” he says in a small groan.

she whimpers at his words, trying to chase his fingers again but he pulls them out and she sighs at the loss. he chuckles at her small sigh, “i’m sure you’d rather cum on my cock, right?” he says with a small little smack to her ass cheek he was kneading.

she nods into the duvet her face is half buried in, her wrists aching a little from the handcuffs. he sighed softly, “don’t worry princess, i’ll give it to you. give you anything you want.” he says with a small smirk on his angelic features.

he grabs his cock and runs it through her soaked slit, whimpering trying to get friction against the head of his cock. the tip hitting her clit a couple times, making her bones ache and her core pulse.

“so wet and needy, just needed some dick.” he says in a mocking tone as he lets out a half groan, his hard erection covered in her release. she felt her pussy throb and her hole clench around nothing at his words, “well, here you go baby.” she heard him say before he shoved himself into her soaking entrance.

she moaned loudly, her body automatically reacting. she felt so full of him, her bones in her center accommodating him and his size. she felt her bones in her wrists ache as he kept one of his large hands steady on her ass, letting her get adjusted before he started moving.

“breathe, baby.” he says in a soft but low rasp of his voice from behind her. she nodded and did as she was told, breathing in and out slowly, trying to think about anything else other than the sheer size of how he stretched her out.

“good girl.” he praised when he saw her take some deep breaths. he saw her relax a little as her hips adjusted on the pillow that propped her up. he slowly flexed his hips back and pushed in a little, starting to slowly thrust.

she released small noises into the duvet on their bed, tugging at her wrists on the handcuffs. he eventually started to pick up his pace, a little faster as he grabbed onto her handcuffed wrists behind her back and tugged her up.

she gasped, him still fully sheathed inside of her. her back was now pressed to his chest, her knees shadowing his on the bed. he held one hand on her stomach and another on her breast, kneading slowly as he began thrusting deeper at this new angle.

she moaned loudly and canted her head back, tears welling in her eyes, “leon…” she moaned as she felt her hands form fists behind her back. his hands keeping her steady as he fucked into her from behind, his his snapping against her ass. “good girl…” he groans into her ear, “fuck…so fucking…god—tight…christ.” he manages to get out between moans and groans that escaped his lips.

his touch to her chest and his words, she felt that familiar feeling bubble in her lower belly. “harder…” she whined as she tried to move against her handcuffs on her wrists. he obliged, bending her back over the pillow and putting his hands on her hips, snapping into her with such force that their bed shook.

her eyes went crossed and she felt tears leak out of her eyes, almost drooling on the sheets as moans leaked from her mouth. chants of his name, curses and screams of pleasure. sex with him never disappointed, ever.

“gonna…cum…” she managed to get out in between the cries of pleasure and the sound of his hips against her ass. he just kept pounding into her, like a wild animal. she pulled at the handcuffs on her wrists again, clenching her fists as she felt herself becoming closer and closer to the end.

“cum for me, princess. scream my name.” he says lowly as he keeps snapping his hips, making curses fall from their mouths in a chant. he could feel himself getting closer, his hips starting to stutter but so determined to deliver what she needed.

she felt the blissful end, her eyes fluttering shut and then lined with tears. “leon!” she screamed as she came, releasing all over his cock as she melted into the mattress. the clenching of her around him, her walls sucking him in was enough for him to release a low groan, “princess…”

his end came too, shooting thick ropes of cum into her womb, painting her walls white with him. she could feel him filling her up, feeling so dazed and full. just so satisfied that her body and arms felt like jelly.

he breathed heavily as he reached away on the bed, grabbing the handcuff keys, unlocking the handcuffs and tossing them on the floor by their clothes. she felt her arms collapse down to the mattress.

he pulled out of her, their mixed fluids leaking out of her. he leaned down a ways on the bed and licked the dripping fluids from her entrance, causing her to shiver and her thighs to tremble a little from her intense orgasm.

“you did so good, so fucking good baby. c’mere.” he says softly as he leaned back and moved to the headboard. she weakly raised her body from the kneeling position on the bed, moving her shaking and sweaty body to lay beside him.

he wraps his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her sweaty hairline. his hands rubbing up and down her spine. “so proud of you.” he whispers into her hair. she smiles lazily as she looks up at him from her head on his shoulder.

she blushes from his praise, the tiredness from the day of moving and the sex sweeping over her. “sleep now, we’ll deal with all the other shit tomorrow.” he says calmly, running a hand through her hair and holding her naked body close to his.

and she did, her eyes fluttering shut. his heartbeat against her ear pulling her into sleep. their heartbeats in sync as they held each other, promising not to let go.

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alottiegoingon · 7 months ago

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who's afraid of virginia woolf?

jackie taylor x fem!reader

summary: the one where you and jackie secretly love each other while struggling with your sexuality.

warnings: jackie and reader are best friends, everyone is 21+, alcohol, heavy mentions of r and j dealing with their sexuality, homophobia mentions?, lesbians in denial, angst but fluff and happy ending, not proofread, slightly based on good luck, babe by chappell roan!!

making plans of going to college together became a regular thing when you and jackie entered high school. it was only natural that the two of you shared the typical teenager dream of living with your best friend and being roomates in uni, ditching classes and getting drunk instead of studying for exams.

"hey, don't worry." jackie tried to comfort you when you got a terrible score at your finals in senior year. she was fidgeting with the heart necklace she wore on her neck, gently spinning it around between her fingers.

regardless her impressive and actually sad capacity to pretend to be just a silly popular girl with pretty face and shiny hair, jackie was actually smart. you knew that all that effort to act all clueless and giggly around weird teenage boys in high school was fake. you never saw jackie studying during the weekends but, somehow, she would always get the perfect grade but would be the first one to hide it from boys. everyone knew that being too smart was bad. boys would easily get intimidated and that wasn't good for jackie taylor.

"we are gonna get through this together. i promise. i'll help you." jackie gives you that same old sweet looking smile that always get you freaking out inside while putting on your best show to act casual.

one more thing about jackie taylor; she had your heart in the palm of her hands since you two met. you weren't certain about how your friendship actually started, but you were sure that it was almost instantly.

jackie was actually quite popular by the age of eleven. she had the charisma of those late night show hosts you used to watch on tv with your parents, the prettiest and softest hair ever and a sweet perfume that would ling around for days.

jackie was also a natural leader. if any kid needed to complain about a classmate stealing their favorite glitter pen or their favorite sticker, jackie would be in charge of comforting them and helping them with whatever they needed. it wasn't rare for the teachers to have a talk with her after class to compliment her for being such a role model. everyone loved jackie.

you loved jackie, maybe too much.

it didn’t take long for you to realize that. you had the worst time of your life every single day while having lunch in the cafeteria with jackie and other girls from your class. you felt like ripping your ears off when all they could talk about was boys. they weren't even being discreet about it, you thought at yourself as you watched them stare at a couple of losers that were treated like gods with their weird stiff hair full of gel and a mustache that consisted on a tiny clump of facial hair.

while every girl at your table was so mesmerized by them, dreaming about how their lives would be so perfect if they ever liked them back, you were captivated by someone else; jackie.

you could watch her for hours, even if she was too busy looking at boys. you would think that her hazel eyes were even prettier that day, but that was a daily thing. you loved to hear her voice and to see her big beautiful smile adorning her face when she was excited about something and, with her, you didn't mind hearing about boys.

eventually, you and jackie got to live the dream. sharing a small bedroom with your best friend would sound like heaven to any girl but to you, it could be scary as well.

not only you were going to see her face every second at the day but it would also be hard to hear her constant speech about how you had to be more friendly and outgoing and stop studying so much. in another words, she wanted you to date guys.

that was a common debate between you two in high school. her persistent need to find the perfect boyfriend for you even though you were always ready to deny it. maybe she was trying to get rid of you?

"come onnn! all you do is study. remember last year when i had to drag you to mari's birthday party and you spent the whole night hidden in the corner?" jackie made fun of you during your first night together while doing her usual skin care routine.

even with her hair pulled back by a headband and with her face covered in cream, she looked fucking stunning.

"i wasn't hiding! i was just watching everyone from a safe distance..."

"that's actually worse." she giggled. you watch her leave the bathroom with a face mask and wearing nothing but a soft robe that had you on your knees.

“i’m not telling you to go crazy. all i’m saying is that you need to relax, okay?”

you weren’t exactly proud of it but you had to admit that is was too hard to focus on anything else besides her. it was impossible to deny her anything anyway but now? you were in tight shoes.

you could already feel your face heating up while you stood there like a coward with eyes growing wide and fighting for your life to not drool over your straight best friend.

“so? what do you think?” she insists, giving you an impatient glance.

“yes.” you immediately said the first thing that popped into your head.

“what?” you watch jackie’s eyebrows knitting.

“i-i mean, yes! i agree. i should relax more.” you trip over your own words but, thankfully, jackie didn’t seem to notice. maybe you were just stressed with the entire change of routine.

“great! we can start tomorrow!” she clapped her hands excitedly as her smile grew from one ear to another, probably surprised and relieved that you didn’t disagree this time.

[📚]

the first weeks weren’t nearly as good as you thought they would be. you managed to make some friends and actually met nice people, but so did jackie.

every friday night was a new suffocating experience. after a long week, jackie would drag you to the closest bar that most of the students would go to and, for the first half of the night, her duty was to play the matchmaker.

ever since you had agreed with her that night, you would force yourself to look happy in front of jackie at every god damn time she introduced you to a guy.

“i think you have so much in common!” she would say to all of the men before giving you a wink and leaving you two alone in a noisy bar, disappearing into the drunk pool of people.

it was always awkward and uncomfortable, of course. some of the guys ended up being actually acceptable and some were even sweet. but no matter how hard you tried to focus on the conversation, you would eventually find yourself looking for jackie in the crowd just to get your heart shattered by the view of a drunk jackie taylor with her pretty dress, messy hair, and with one of her hands tightly wrapped around the heart shaped necklace, eagerly kissing a stranger.

seeing this at pretty much every friday night didn’t make your daily need to fight against your feelings the easiest. you were drowning so deeply into your own thoughts that, one day, you woke up decided to forget about it.

maybe all of that was just a phase. you didn’t have feelings for your best friend and you definitely didn’t feel like throwing up every time you saw a boy since you were a kid. and, obviously, you wouldn’t fail biology or calculus on purpose just to be tutored by jackie so you could spend even more time with her and listen to her voice.

and absolutely, without a doubt, you weren’t scared of the big bad wolf called truth banging on your door and calling you a wimpy liar.

fuck.

[📚]

everyone know that famous saying “you are what you eat”, but what about you are what you desire?

jackie stopped complaining about you being stuck on your dorm studying on a friday night or during the weekends cause you stopped doing it. now, she wasn’t the only one to frequently visit the closest bar.

most of the time, you were the one to invite her first and at that point, it became a tradition.

you and jackie had different classes during the day and would barely spend any time together until you two met again at night. you, too scared to even look at her, would find an excuse to sleep early or spend the night at some random guy’s dorm that you met the other night. spoiler alert; you didn’t even remember his name.

you noticed the visible disappointment in jackie’s eyes and how deeply hurt she seemed every time you left, too desperate to silence your own thoughts and numb your feelings with good old alcohol.

during the bar nights that you two shared, jackie wasn’t as energetic as before. sometimes, while feeling like you were kissing a fish as your lips awkwardly melded with some other guy’s, you would open your eyes right in the middle of it to find jackie on the other side of the bar, sitting by herself with a filled glass of something strong.

you felt sick to your stomach at the idea of being touched by anyone else except for her, especially a man. but it was worth it if it meant that you could forget her entire existence for the night and wake up at someone else’s bed in the morning (and probably be late for class).

the year was flying by and everything stayed the same, except that the two of you didn’t share a word for the past few months and you avoided each other at all costs.

“i was wondering that, maybe now that finals are over, we could-“

“sorry, i got plans with travis. i’ll see you later!” jackie said while rushing to the door of your shared dormitory. you were a liar but so was she. you knew that “later” was a synonym to “tomorrow if you’re lucky”.

and just like that, everyday was the day to hear a different name. kevin, josh, steve, randy, sam. you even thought about making a list with all those names. you tried to leave the dorm during that nights as well but you were too worried about her safety. it would be much better to just wait for her and pretend to be asleep when the door opens.

you couldn’t blame her, you were the one who started it.

[📚]

in a typical night at the bar, you feel a stranger’s arm wrapped around your waist. you were already dizzy thanks to the couple of shots you took and could barely feel your mouth attached to his. however, you were kind of thankful for that.

jackie wasn’t in a very different situation but she knew how to be pettier than you. she knew you and how you were acting for the past months. how you would look for her with the corner of your eyes just to make sure that she was okay or not too drunk.

you weren’t the most cautious person, jackie perceived your multiple stares and she would make the best of it. while having your attention, she was hiding behind her best mask and flirting with the first man she saw. it was the performance of her life, consisting of a fake smile followed by a loud and high pitched giggle and an exaggerated hair twirling.

you, watching from across the room, felt your blood boil as your hands curl into fists. how dare jackie to do this right in front of you? didn’t she know how badly you wanted her?

retaliating her behavior, you would mimic her actions just to get under her skin. until it worked too well.

you carefully watched jackie leave the bar in quick steps and your first idea was to ignore her. she started the entire jealous thing and she was being childish. but so were you.

you immediately ditched the person who you were talking to and placed the shot glass on the wooden table so you could follow her.

you immediately stopped walking as soon as you put your feet outside, finding her sitting on the sidewalk. you would usually approach her in seconds, ready to go for a hug, but neither of you were in proper speaking terms now.

cautiously, you get closer. she doesn’t look up to meet you but you know that she can feel you there. you sit by her side and hug your legs. the silence gets so loud that you would be able to hear crickets if it wasn’t for the muffled noise coming from the bar.

“what happened to us?” jackie’s breathy and insecure voice finally breaks through the silence after a while.

you finally feel brave enough to look at her. not just look, to see her. to acknowledge her presence. to not ignore her.

“i don’t know.” you whisper. but you did.

“are we even friends?”

“we used to be best friends.” she looks at you and, for the first time in what felt like forever, you could see all of the details in her face again. of course, she was prettier than you could remember.

“you remember when you gave me this?” jackie grabs the shiny heart pendant, rubbing it between her fingertips. there was a small hint of a smile trying to make its way to her lips.

“yeah. you were scared to try for the soccer team.”

“scared? i was terrified.” she adds and you let a whispery chuckle out. “i couldn’t sleep for days, thinking if i would be good enough to even make it to the bench.”

“you gave me this before the first trial and said that if i was feeling too scared, i could squeeze it and it would be just like holding your hand.”

“i guess it worked, right?” you try to lighten the mood, lips curling up into a subtle smirk. jackie ended up being part of the team and, over time, the team captain.

she nods in silence.

“i didn’t even like soccer.”

“what? but you were so good. why did you join the team?” your eyes narrow as you speak and your heart starts to beat faster when jackie takes longer to say something.

“you were part of the team. i wanted to be around you.”

you find yourself looking away from her to hide the sudden heat and the pinkish tone of your cheeks. jackie went through a stressful week that year, practicing and learning the basics without actually liking it just because of you.

the sound of your voices is replaced by a loud nothing once again. the air was growing thicker and even the slightest touch of your shoulders accidentally brushing against each other was a reason to make you unconsciously hold your breath.

“i think i’m a lesbian.” your feel yourself getting struck by a sharp surge of disbelief and in a blink of an eye, she has your attention again. you feel the palm of your hands getting sweaty, going against the cold weather.

“what? why?” you manage to say a few words and, if it wasn’t for the delicate moment, jackie would have laughed at your frantic gaze.

“because.” jackie sighs, not being able to stop playing with the heart hanging on her neck. “i felt absolutely nothing when i had to pretend to care about boys in middle school but i felt the entire world when you were looking at me.”

not only she knew that you were always staring at her in the cafeteria but she liked it. she liked having your attention.

“you were never good at hiding it, by the way.” she snorts but you were sure that she was just as nervous as you.

“i thought i was pretty good…” you whisper, grinning. she was absolutely right, though.

“really? i found a biology test of yours hidden under your bed once. you were even better than me but you said that you were failing it and needed help.” the red color on your face gets more intense as you share a loud laugh. your hands momentarily cover your face.

“i think i just wanted to be around you.” you shrug, defending yourself by echoing her words.

“you still do?” jackie asks and, slowly, the lighthearted smile fades away from your face.

your gaze was lingering on her eyes and wouldn’t dare to leave. not even when you gently leaned closer and your fingers fixed her hair by carefully hiding a small section behind her ear. the entire world felt like it had stopped and you could hear a feather hitting the ground. it was quite adorable how jackie was the one to held her breath now just before swallowing the lump on her throat.

“i think i’ll always want to be around you.” you whisper. there was nothing but love and adoration inside your eyes as you felt completely hypnotized by her. you allowed your gaze to drift down to meet her lips and the hand that was hanging around her ear just a second ago found its way to her face. the palm of your hand fit perfectly on her cheek and you took the opportunity to guide her closer to you.

the first thing you feel the second after closing your eyes is jackie’s soft lips touching yours and how tenderly they were dancing together. it was almost like you and jackie were made of glass and you didn’t want to break each other.

jackie’s hand imitated yours but she used her thumb to caress your cheek. you feel her pulling away from your lips and you feel faint when your eyes open and she is smiling like she had just won the lottery.

“fuck. you are so pretty.” you groan in a dramatic way. with watery eyes and rosy cheeks, jackie nestle her face into your neck and gives your skin a small kiss, causing you to shiver and hug her body tightly, closer to you.

maybe the big bad wolf on your door wasn’t so scary now.

#please tell me u got the title #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor

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rorynxoxo · 3 months ago

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Izuku x Reader

Hurt/comfort

WC: 900

Desc: Izuku's been busy lately, and at some point, it becomes too much.

Izuku and Y/N have been supportive of each other’s work since they started dating at UA, especially now that you’ve moved in together and are both pursuing your own demanding careers. You admire and respect Izuku for his dedication to his hero work, even more-so now that he’s the #1 Hero. You love him, and he loves you. Paparazzi goes insane whenever you’re seen in public together and social media admires your relationship and everyone in Japan wishes they had what you two had.

Even so, you can’t help but feel an invisible wall has been built between you two.

When Izuku comes home after night patrol and passes out, you leave for work.

When you wake up, Izuku’s leaving for an interview.

Another interview,

And another, and another, until you’re finally sitting down and eating breakfast together.

Izuku sets down your plate and sits across from you at the table.

You began speaking,

“Your mom called the other day, she was wondering if we wanted to–” Izuku cut you off,

“I don’t think I’ll have time, sorry.” He responded without letting you finish your sentence

You paused, taken aback by his audacity, “I didn’t even finish my–” Izuku ignored your inquiry and stood up from the table,

“I’m gonna go train with Todoroki, I’ll be back in awhile.” He put his dish in the sink before he walked past you. “Cya’ later”

“Uhm, bye- I guess” You mumbled.

You couldn’t help but notice he didn't properly say goodbye, nor kiss the back of your head as he used to when he left. You start to realize this has became a pattern. You put your dishes away and sit on the couch, just staring. You understand he was busy and prioritizes being a hero – but over having conversations with his girlfriend? – maybe you really were just being clingy, because the Izuku you know wouldn’t ever do that.

As you were enveloped in your thoughts, your phone rang; it was Mina.

“Hey girllll!” Mina sang through the phone

“Hey” You responded. Mina paused before replying,

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s stupid. I think I’m crazy.” You responded “Crazy? Why?” She asked

“I think Izuku’s been ignoring me. I get that he’s busy and everything, but he’s off today and wouldn’t even let me get a sentence out before leaving. I just- I don’t know if I’m being some annoying, clingy, girlfriend or if he’s really sick of me.” You mumbled.

“Are you serious? Midoryia’s being like that?” She scoffed, “The guy might be busy, but Jesus, he could at least talk to you.”

“I guess.” You murmured.

“Y/N, I love you, but you need to start standing up for yourself. Don’t let yourself be treated like an afterthought.” Mina sighed, “I gotta go, we’ll hang out this weekend, okay? Talk to you later!”

She hung up the phone and you laid down on the couch.

Mina was right. You weren’t always one for standing up for yourself, it was why you loved Izuku so much. Even since middle school you admired how he never let bullying override his determination for being a hero. You wished you were like him in that regard. As you reminisced everything you hated about yourself, you felt tears trailing down your cheeks. If Izuku did want to break up, what would you do? You were confused and hurt, and couldn’t tell if you were being dramatic or not. Maybe what Izuku needed was someone who didn’t need so much attention. You couldn’t stand yourself. You closed your eyes, cried, and eventually fell asleep.

The next thing you knew, the door was opening. You didn’t get up.

“Y/N?” Izuku called out.

You sighed, “Yeah?” Izuku walked into the living room, and once he saw you laying down on the couch, he knelt down in front of you with a look of guilt. “I’m so sorry, baby” He said gently as he wiped your dried tears. You sat up after he sat next to you.

“I didn’t realize how preoccupied I’ve been, I never meant to hurt you. I feel awful.” He frowned, “I could never get sick of you – you’re the furthest thing from an annoying girlfriend.” He hugged you, and you hugged him back. You missed this. “It doesn’t feel like it when you ignore me.” You mumbled into his shoulder. You could smell his cologne, and apart from the fact he was sweaty from training, it felt like home.

“You’re completely right.” He admitted “You don’t ever deserve being ignored. I hate that I get distracted. I love you, and no matter what I do otherwise, that’ll never change.” He parted from the hug and kissed you, It felt like it’s been a long time.

“It’s okay, I forgive you” You rested on his shoulder

“Next weekend I’m off,” He smiled, “Can I take you out to dinner?”

You smirked back at him, “It’s the least you could do.” You joked.

“Oh, of course” He chuckled.

Later, as you two were intertwined with each other in bed, you asked him,

“How did you know I was upset?” A good question.

“...Mina chewed my ear off.” He averted his eyes and shuddered at the memory.

“YOU IDIOT, ARE YOU SERIOUSLY THAT OBLIVIOUS!?!? I FEEL LIKE IT’S KIND OF OBVIOUS NOT TO IGNORE YOUR GIRLFRIEND, RIGHT LOVER BOY? HOW ABOUT INSTEAD OF YOU MAKING HER FEEL LIKE SHIT, I SHOVE MY—”

A/N: eek my first fan fic!!!!! hope u liked it, i didn't edit it at all lol - rory

#mha fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #bnha fanfiction #mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #deku x reader #mha deku #bnha deku #hurt/comfort #izuku midoriya #bnha angst #mha angst #happy ending

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yelenabelovasbxtch · 3 months ago

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Best Friend

a/n: It's been a hot minute but I started off with something fun to get the ball rolling. Let me know your thoughts but be gentle with me, it's been awhile since I've done this.

Florence Pugh X f!reader

Word count: 1824

Warnings: Not really proofread, mostly just fluff

Summary: You're crushing on your best friend and you don't even know if she likes girls.

Having a crush on your best friend isn’t easy. You get butterflies when their name lights up your phone and smiles shoot across your face just at the thought of them. Hanging out with them can sometimes be difficult because you don’t want to give away your feelings and the lines can feel a little blurred. You don’t want to cross any boundaries because of your feelings but also being close friends with someone you get comfortable around one another. You catch yourself staring at her a little too long sometimes and you have to snap yourself out of it but also have you ever seen someone so beautiful before? These thoughts run through your head every time you see her and you have to push it down as much as you can because the stress of her uncovering your feelings is almost paralyzing for you. You don’t want to ruin your friendship, what if she didn’t feel the same way? What if she questioned your entire friendship with her to begin with and you lost the person you care most about? Well that would really fucking suck wouldn’t it. It’s a good thing that isn’t happening..oh wait, yeah it is.

You and Flo have been friends now for about a year and a bit. Although you’ve only known each other for a small fraction of one another’s lives it’s felt like she’s been there for much longer. It has felt like you’ve known her your whole life, the two of you instantly clicked with one another. You were unbelievably shy when you first met her, you were so nervous your voice would shake sometimes but she was confident enough for the both of you. Her laugh made you laugh, her smile made you smile and with a little bit of time you got more comfortable around her. It wasn’t too hard, she was the most intoxicating and kind person you’ve ever met. The two of you were basically inseparable after you met.

Most of your friends knew about your crush on Florence, well, you didn’t do a great job at hiding it anyways but Flo seemed to never notice. That or she was playing dumb and didn’t want you to know. She always gave off this bi-girl energy but to your knowledge she’s only dated boys. She talks about women sometimes in a “she’s hot” kind of way but most straight girls do that too so it’s hard to tell. She knows you’re gay but has never said anything about herself in that regard, hard to get a good read. Half your friends say one thing, half the other, it gets so confusing in your own head that you don’t even know what to think. You might actually be delulu enough to start believing what you want as opposed to what is actually right in front of you. There’s been nights where the two of you go out to bars with friends and by the time everything’s done you always end up back at her place or back at yours getting something deep fried on the way and just laughing with one another all night until you eventually fall asleep leaning on each other. That or sometimes she ends up going home with a random guy and you walk yourself home, thinking about how it should have been you instead.

“Y/N!” You hear screaming at you from across the study hall you were walking through.

People shoot dirty looks at her for practically screaming in such a quiet area as she realizes and you see her giggle and quietly apologize. You shake your head with a stupid grin on your face because you love the way she never cares what other people think when it comes to seeing the people she cares about. She’s such a carefree person who cares so much at the same time. “I missed you like crazy” she says as she opens her arms for a big hug pulling you close to her. God you loved her hugs. She always smelled like flowers and it was fucking intoxicating to you.

“You saw me a day ago babe” you reply with a chuckle.

“I know I just can hardly go 24 hours without seeing my favorite girl.”

You could feel your cheeks flush whenever she says stuff like that. Play it off cool.

“Right…I missed you too Flo.” “So, what are we doing today? You said you had something planned?”

“RIGHT! Yes, oh my gosh you’re going to love this.” She says with her most adorable accent. “So, I got us two tickets to the three movie special at the drive-in tonight and they’re showing Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse!”

“No way” You were fully aware the Twilight movies are not the greatest movies but they are AMAZING films if that makes sense. You were a fan when the films came out and while everyone was team Jacob or Edward we all knew you were team Alice.

“AND…my car is stocked with all the favorites for you. Chocolate, chips, candy, you name it.”

“You’re doing all this for me?”

“Well duh! When I saw that these were the movies playing at this weekend's drive-in I knew I had to.”

She knew you so well for someone who’s only been around for about a year. Fall weather, Twilight, snacks and your most favorite person in the whole wide world, what could be better?

Later that night

OVER TEXT

You: So, what’s the play for outfits tonight?

Flo: Def comfy all the way!

You: Shoot so I can’t wear my jeans with my jean shirt and my jean jacket?

Flo: Please do. Would die if I saw you in that.

You: Haha you wish Pugh.

Flo: You will probably see me in my sweats so don’t look too good tonight can’t have you outdoing me by too much.

You: I don’t think I could even if I tried

Flo: pffft please. You almost always come better dressed to everything we go to.

You: I mean, I can't help it if my fashion sense is just wayyyyy better than yours

Flo: uh huh whatever you say…

You: Can I bring anything?

Flo: Just you, I got everything else handled ;) I’ll be there in 10 to grab you.

You: Okay see you soon!

Flo pulled up in her Bronco that you are infinitely always jealous of. It’s probably one of the coolest cars you’ve ever seen since it's a really old model. The two of you pulled up to the drive-in with excitement as she parked and found a prime spot she hopped out of the car to pull down the tailgate in the back.

“Oh my god Florence Pugh what did you do?”

“What? I can’t spoil my bestie every now and again?”

Flo had packed her entire trunk with blankets, pillows and snacks for the two of you to enjoy and relax in while you watched the movies.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the most amazing person in the world?”

“Hmm not enough.” She replies back with a tone.

You both burst out laughing as you hop into the trunk of the car to get situated.

The first movie felt like it flew by, the two of you relaxing, eating popcorn and other goodies. As the second movie started you felt your eyes getting a little heavy, you had a long day and being around Florence just relaxed you to a point of sleep sometimes.

You felt yourself start to come to a little only to realize your head was resting on Flo’s lap as her hands ran through your hair. You were so relaxed but as your brain started to process what was happening (including the small line of drool coming out of your mouth) you shot up and awake.

“Woah there, look who’s awake.”

“Haha my bad I must’ve had a long day. Was I snoring?”

“Not at all…” Florence said as she nodded her head.

A look of embarrassment came across your face.

“It’s okay love,” Florence said as she grabbed your head and rested it in her lap again. “Just relax and fall asleep if you need the rest. I’m good where I am. Are you comfortable enough?”

“Mhmm” you mumbled as you started to doze off again from the comforting touch of her hand.

“Pssst y/n, love, I need you to wake up now.” You hear whispered into your ears.

You slowly sat up and looked around to not see a movie playing or even a car in sight.

“Flo, what time is it?”

“2am”

“What- didn’t the movies end hours ago?”

“They did but you looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you but now we are actually getting thrown out because they need to close.”

“Oh my god. You could’ve woken me up!”

“You clearly needed the rest babe, besides you’re the cutest sleeper I’ve ever seen.”

“Right uh huh”

“Don’t uh huh me, are you coming back to my place tonight to crash?”

“Uhhh I wouldn’t want to put you out or anything.”

“Nonsense, you’ll come over.” Flo says as she hops out of the car to get in the front seat.

Sleepovers always felt really awkward for you, you always felt like you needed to keep your distance out of respect due to your feelings for her. You almost always insisted on sleeping on the couch because you didn’t sleep well next to others and for the most part she bought it.

“Thanks for letting me crash Flo” you say as you walk towards the couch.

“Uh no. Where do you think you’re going?”

“I-“

“And don’t give me that bogus about not sleeping well next to me because you slept just fine for the 5 or so hours at the drive in.”

“I- I can’t.”

“Why not, what now? Y/n, it’s not a big deal, I’d rather you be comfy in my bed and-“

“What if I said I liked you as more than just a friend” You practically blurted out like if you didn’t, you’d explode. Your face is immediately turning red from embarrassment as Florence looks at you with wide eyes.

“What if I said I liked you back as more than a friend?” She said,

Your eyes widened as you both just stared at one another.

“Is this the part where we kiss now?” You barely got that out before Flo’s lips crashed into yours. Your hands were naturally drawn to her waist as she kissed you.

The two of you spent the night in bed talking about all the times the other made their heart skip a beat and had lots of laughs over how nervous you were to be honest with one another (with some breaks to make out of course in between).

Let’s just say, everything worked out and you should go tell your best friend you love them.

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st4w3 · 3 months ago

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Velvet Ring

“He Is Not The Only One”

pairings: diego hargreeves/ben x reader

warnings: angst, unrequited love

notes: this is set when they’re younger/teens but i decided that ben doesn’t die and that five doesn’t get lost i hope you like and if you want a part 2 maybe

summary: when diego isn’t the only one that likes you

Diego was the first out of the Hargreeves to have met you. Diego loved how you were kind and caring, how you listened to him and never judged him, and especially how you were always just there for him.

Diego had never had anyone just for himself, whenever he had something or would meet someone his siblings would always take it or them from him. So he liked that you were his secret and that his siblings didn’t know about you.

You and Diego were strictly just friends but that didn’t stop him from developing feelings for you. I mean who couldn’t fall for you, you were everything a person would’ve wanted.

Diego however knew that he couldn’t hide you from his siblings anymore. You were starting to insist on meeting them.

“Come on Diego, we’ve been friends for years now and I’ve never met your family.”

He knew that the more he made excuses on you to not meet them, the more you would insist. So he eventually gave in and took you to his house.

“I’m so nervous, imagine they don’t like me,” you would say all nervously as you guys were already in front of his house.

Diego would just scoff at your words and would just think ‘who wouldn’t like you’ but he would just keep that to himself and would say, “don’t worry y/n I’m sure they’ll like you.”

You guys would enter his house and would be met with his siblings. You would first meet Allison and Luther, they were kind and sweet. You soon would meet Five, Viktor, and Klaus.

You loved his siblings, they were sweet and welcoming towards you. You had absolutely no reason to worry about.

Then you met Ben, Ben was sweet and caring towards you more than the others. You didn’t think much of it, you thought he was just being nice and that he always did this for others.

Diego however knew that wasn’t the case, he would soon realize that Ben had liked you. He would hold the same caring look in his eyes, the same one he had whenever he looked at you.

Diego knew that this was a mistake, that he should’ve never introduced you to his siblings. He should’ve just kept you to himself and he knew that was selfish but it would’ve kept things like before.

Weeks would pass by and you hadn’t had time for Diego anymore. It went from you always hanging out with him and being there for him to you hanging out with Ben.

Ben was the one occupying your time now and it hurt Diego. He should’ve known that this was gonna happen, I mean who wouldn’t love you.

The day you did have time for Diego, he made sure to himself that he would confess his feelings towards you but you had come to him, telling him that you had exciting news. You had such a huge smile on your face and he loved seeing you happy but he didn’t like the words that would soon come after.

“Oh my god Diego, Ben confessed his feelings towards me and now we’re dating.”

Diego would look down hurt, he hadn’t even known that you also felt the same for him. He thought you only saw him as a friend but I guess you only saw Diego as a friend and not Ben.

Diego couldn’t confess his feelings towards you now and instead would just congratulate you, hiding the velvet ring that he had bought for you.

Now every time he would look at the ring, he would be reminded of you and how you truly never did belong to him. He would forever regret not confessing sooner and taking you to meet his family.

But what is done is done and he just had to live with the fact that you and Ben were together and happy. He would eventually move on.

And you would never know that he had liked you.

#the umbrella academy #tua ben #tua diego #tua season 4 #tua #umbrella acedmy #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x you

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keresnotceres · 1 year ago

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TF 141: Civilian Lover

[sfw] cw(s): mentions of death/abduction.

sorry for leaving u guys hungry for like two weeks i have no excuse

Likely knew you before he was in the military, perhaps you were someone he went to school with or the two of you were coworkers at a part-time job. Otherwise, how you two managed to get close during his months away on deployment is a mystery.

Ghost keeps his life outside of work private, but you more so. He refused to tell anyone he had a partner until Price accidentally squeezed it out of him during a casual drink.

He worries about you more than you worry about him. He knows what he does, he knows there’s always the chance he won’t make it back to you. He’s only told you that he’s military, not that he goes on near suicide missions.

It likely takes him until a near-death experience, in which he truly thinks he’s not going to make it back to you, that he lets you know a bit more about his job. It’s not much, but he tells you who he works with and why his leaves aren’t as long as other military personnel may be.

Likes having dates at home. He doesn’t want to show you off in public in fear that being seen with him will get you killed or kidnapped to be used as leverage by an enemy. He likes watching movies he can relax during, such as shitty rom-coms, so that he can just admire you instead of having to pay attention to the movie.

Also loves cooking with you regardless of your skill level when it comes to cooking. It’s the level of intimacy that comes with trusting each other enough to be comfortable in the kitchen together that makes him melt a bit.

If you fell first, he absolutely fell harder. Is just absolutely smitten with you. Loves to dote on you and treat you like the most special person to ever exist. Will absolutely give you princess (or other equivalent) treatment just because he can.

Has like five pictures of you in his wallet and like five more hidden in his tactical gear. There’s no theme to them either, they’re just a collection of his favorite photos of you. There’s probably just so many in his room too.

Could probably be convinced to teach you how to handle a pistol. He likes the idea of showing off his own weaponry prowess and wants you to know how to protect yourself if it comes down to it.

Apprehensive to tell you what he does for work besides the military aspect. He’ll tell you he’s a sergeant in a Special Operations unit but you can’t get much else out of him. Has nightmares that he can’t explain to you due to the secrecy of his work and it makes him feel guilty.

At first he didn’t expect you to give him the same love he gave you due to the nature of his job, being away for so long and only being home for a few months (at best) at a time. He realized eventually that you live him despite the fact he’s gone for long periods of time and it made him all the more smitten with you.

Always makes a point to catch up with you when on leave. Likes to hear the gossip you’ve curated over the months, what new things happened at your own job: who quit, who got hired. The possibilities are endless. Sometimes he even comes in swinging with gossip of his own; a few recruits have had their names dragged through the mud.

Probably moved into the relationship very fast, didn’t even think about how his job could put a wedge between you two early on. Didn’t expect you to stay with him after his first deployment was over, but was so happy when you stayed.

Plans dates for you two to go on whenever he has downtime on base. He likes being cheesy about them, too. Always has flowers, always has a stupid one-liner at the ready, and always pays. He will not be convinced to let you pay.

Can and will gush about you to his friends and the other that members of the Task Force. Price is most willing to hear him talk about you and sometimes offers advice if Soap feels stuck, but Gaz is usually the easiest to talk to about relationships.

Please god let him take you shopping. It doesn’t matter if it’s clothes, shoes, or even grocery shopping. Let him take you. He is going to have the time of his life. Will compare prices like a grandmother — and will coupon like one too. Do not underestimate his shopping abilities.

Occasionally brings home trinkets for you that he found on missions. Be it a nice rock, a cool looking bullet casing, or a dead man’s knife; you better believe he is bringing it home for you to indulge in the crow instinct. Once brought you a cool ring he found in the dirt — it cost quite the pretty penny.

Writes you letters when deployed :( Literally writes pages upon pages of letters just so you can have more than just his clothes in the closet and pictures of him. He’ll talk about anything and everything he can do that you can know that he’s not dead and is waiting to come home to you.

You probably thought he was a father the first time you saw him, and that led you to believe he was married. But he is not either of those things until you’re ready!

Has thought about having a family, but doesn’t want to make you feel like you need to have a family to make him happy. He really just needs you to be happy and fulfilled.

Whenever he comes home, he makes a big show of it. Will spend three days just attached to you because he’s missed you too much to even think about letting you go. You will not convince him to leave you alone, he just wants to love you :(

Speaking of, when Price comes home from deployment he is immediately by your side doing domestic things. Yes, he does the cooking and yes he does the cleaning!! Takes care of you while he can and always makes sure you take care of yourself when he can’t.

Has definitely made comments about you to the boys, and has definitely gotten a lot of questions back. Whether it be Soap basically taunting him for information about you or Ghost asking how you’re doing, you’ve become quite the topic amongst the 141 (and you don’t even know it).

Has tried to tell you what he does for work but can’t bring himself to explain that he puts his life on the line for his job and that he could never come home one day. You understand the military can be dangerous, but you don’t know how dangerous his military career is. If you found out without him telling you, he’d definitely feel extremely guilty no matter your response.

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slytherinshua · 4 months ago

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TWS AS LOVE TROPES

genre. fluff. warnings. jealousy in shinyu's. implied extrovert reader in dohoon's. academic slay and competitive reader in youngjae's. extremely introverted/socially awkward reader in hanjin's lol. brief mention of makeup in jihoon's. not proofread. pairing. tws x fem!reader. wc. 2k. (around 300 per member but hanjin's and kyungmin's are a bit longer cause i was rambling sry). request. requested by anon. a/n. skdjsk this was so fun to write like maybe my fav tws request to write... like SO FUN UGH I LOVE THEM I LOVE TWS SO MUCH!!! i hope these are accurate as well!

SHIN JUNGHWAN ﾐ MUTUAL PINING

mutual pining screams junghwan to me. you aren’t friends, but you both have some mutual friends and you always end up being around one another. and you both develop the most massive crushes on the other. literally whenever you see junghwan your heart races it’s that bad. and junghwan is trying to act like he can focus on anyone but you when you’re in the room, but it’s impossible. he doesn’t even know more than your name and where you went to school, he’s pretty sure he’s lost his mind. it hurts even more watching you be in a relationship with someone else.

maybe he’s reading too into it, but he swears you look so much happier when you’re without your boyfriend. junghwan can’t help but imagine how it would look if he was in the other guy’s place. he should be the one hugging you, kissing you, taking you out on dates. except if it was him, it would be so much better. he tries his hardest to forget about his feelings for you but he just can’t. this continues, and eventually, after you break up with your ex, you realize that no one makes you feel the same way that junghwan does. you’re pretty sure he likes you as well, but there’s always a lingering fear that maybe your brain is just being dumb and convincing you that he likes you. it could turn into a friends to lovers situation too, but the friends part would always be teetering on something more. lingering touches that last much longer than they should. always going to the other for comfort or advice, the other always being on your mind. the only way that you actually get together would be when all the built up feelings and emotions finally explode into a very unplanned confession.

KIM DOHOON ﾐ OPPOSITES ATTRACT

dohoon has always been intrigued by someone who was the complete opposite of him. he loves exploring new things and getting outside of his comfort zone, but he needs someone else to convince him to do it. if he’s just by himself, he’ll stay at home where he’s comfortable. enter you. the complete opposite of him. at first he’s just interested in becoming your friend. he doesn’t expect any feelings to grow from it. he knew you would get along but he didn’t expect how well you did. you never got tired of talking to him. your conversations would go on for hours because you were both curious about the other. dohoon fell in love with your voice before anything else. he was in love with the way you explained stuff, the way you never left out a single detail. he wanted to know everything about you— he wanted you to tell him everything. he wanted to discover new things about you that no one else knew about. you brought out new sides of him that he didn’t know he had, and unknowingly, he was doing the same to you. and that’s where romantic feelings started to creep in. he started to get affected by not just your voice, but physical touch or even your outfits. you were good friends by now, and one time when he saw you in his hoodie, his entire brain stopped working. he knows at that point that you’re much more than a friend to him. you’re all he can think about during the day. you keep him up at night. he even dreams of you. so, he works up the courage to confess. if you’ve taught him anything while you’ve been friends, it’s that you only live once and regret lasts much longer than disappointment.

CHOI YOUNGJAE ﾐ RIVALS TO LOVERS

youngjae is competitive and he’s also smart. the only problem is you are also competitive and possibly smarter than youngjae is. he doesn’t want to lose to you, he’s barely lost to anyone… hence the rivalry starts. he really doesn’t see anything special about you at first. you are just the first person to ever match him in terms of intellect and popularity. there’s nothing he’s interested in about you besides seeing you always a rank below him. but from how focused he becomes on beating you, that means you’re always on his mind. sooner or later he’s thinking about you not from a competitive aspect. after months of always being around you, trying to study you to see what your weaknesses were, how he could get the upper hand, he picked up on your habits and mannerisms. he knew faster than anyone when something was wrong, and for some reason, it bothered him. when he saw you not performing your best, it shouldn’t have irked him. he should’ve been happy, if anything. it meant he was finally on top. but it didn’t bring him the satisfaction he had wanted from the beginning. that’s when he realized that after months of rivalry he had grown fond of you. the switch in his behaviour quite puzzled you at first, but you couldn’t lie that you had always liked youngjae. you liked a challenge, and he was the first guy to ever give you that. youngjae did as much as he could to help you back to where you had been, just so that the competition could continue. when you were finally back to beating his scores and returning his snarky remarks, he simply couldn’t help himself. he stopped you from talking with his lips on yours, knowing you would reciprocate his feelings.

HAN ZHEN ﾐ POPULAR X LOSER

just from hanjin’s predebut photos alone, i bet he was so popular in school. he’s always been so gorgeous and i feel like even though he’s introverted, he would’ve caught the attention of a lot of girls. so it simply made no sense why he would ever pay attention to you. you always stayed at the back of the class, barely talking to anyone and just focusing quietly on the work you were given. but the fact that you weren’t social was exactly what intrigued hanjin. though he enjoyed the attention and praise to some extent, it was also exhausting. he couldn’t imagine romantically pursuing any of the girls who drooled over him, which is exactly why he wanted to get closer to you instead. you were pretty, smart, and weren’t an attention snob. so, he makes the first move to talk to you. you had your assumptions about hanjin before just watching him as the unbelievably pretty popular boy. the fact that he was actually trying to talk to you was insane… and also not good for your heart which you could feel racing in your chest. hanjin thinks you’re so cute the more he talks to you. he likes being able to make you flustered— it feels like you actually care about him and what he has to say and aren’t just trying to be friends with him for his looks. pretty soon, everyone in the school catches on. hanjin only wants to hang out with you, the loser girl who nobody has seen talk to another student except for group projects in 3 years of being at the school. the news spreads like wildfire and pretty soon the question of when he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend arises. you think it’s preposterous. you don’t want to get your hopes up just because the entire school is convinced of it. obviously… you would say yes immediately. without even a second of doubt. hanjin is the first person to ever try to get to know you, and he means more to you than anyone else. you can’t imagine how nice it would be to be able to call yourself his girlfriend. but, luckily, you don’t have to wait very long to find out. despite your loser status in the school, the student body is surprisingly fond of the match between you and hanjin.

HAN JIHOON ﾐ LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

jihoon first saw you at a convenience store at like 11 pm in the night slurping down ramen. and it definitely wasn’t the most flattering sight, but apparently that doesn’t matter at all to him. cause he’s not even looking at the sauce on the side of your lips, your messy hair, the hoodie that's pulled over your head, or your smeared makeup. he’s looking at your eyes and how they keep seeming to draw him in. you also notice jihoon as he’s checking out at the counter. his cute hair falling over his forehead and his lips that curve into a smile as soon as he looks your way. before you know it, he’s sitting next to you and introducing himself to you. it was like destiny, you both share so many interests and have so much to talk about. thankfully, the convenience store was a 24 hour one, otherwise you definitely would’ve been kicked out by the employee. you talk and talk… and talk. and eat; jihoon pays for your ice cream and extra snacks. numbers are exchanged and before you know it he’s asking to hang out again. you can barely keep track of how fast you catch feelings for him. he’s the cutest boy you’ve ever seen with the most adorable personality in the world. you’d never fallen in love at first sight before, and you certainly didn’t expect an encounter like that to land you a boyfriend. but everything progresses so naturally. you’re talking and then he’s asking you out on dates and then you’re kissing him outside of your apartment and not wanting it to end because you’re so obsessed with him. and, like you were made for one another, he shares your exact feelings. soon enough, you’re in an official relationship and more in love than ever with the boy you met at the convenience store.

LEE KYUNGMIN ﾐ CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS

kyungmin and you were inseparable as children. you were attached at the hip, always in the same classes, sitting next to you, playing together at recess, having play dates at each other’s houses. your parents were good friends with his, so it was easy to keep the friendship strong all throughout your childhood. there’s barely a moment in your life that you can remember that doesn’t have kyungmin involved. by the time you’re 16, you’ve probably spent more time with him than your own parents. everything always feels so comfortable and safe with him. he knows you inside and out after years of being friends. you share all the same interests and have more inside jokes than you can even count. it’s during a sunny afternoon in your bedroom, clutching your stomach from laughing so hard with kyungmin, that it really clicks in your head. you like spending time with him so much. more than just best friends. you can’t imagine your life without him. years from now when you’re well into adulthood, you want him to be right beside you then as well. dating was always a thought on your mind, being at the age where all your other girl friends were getting into relationships. and as you thought a bit harder about it— dating, love, relationships… only one person comes to your mind: kyungmin. your best friend who was sprawled on the bed right next to you, giggling along with you about some inside joke that had lived on too long to even remember how it started. you’ve always been able to tell kyungmin anything without feeling nervous or embarrassed, so you just go for it. at first he’s a bit wide-eyed and shocked. of course he likes you— you’re the only girl he’s ever liked since he was little. he had always planned to tell you how he felt after high school, when the thought of university came around and the fear that you wouldn’t be attending the same school arose. but confessing to each other in the comfort of your childhood bedroom, where hundreds of memories had been made together since before you were even in school; it felt perfect.

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oh-stars · 10 months ago

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Surrender

Love is letting someone take care of you.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1,607 words | CW: injury | Rating: G

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Steve has tried really hard these last five years to be more than what others expect of him. At first, it was just about being a better person and not the dickhead kid he used to be. That was easy enough, to choose kindness over the cruel words and inaction, but he didn’t realize there would be so much involved in being a better person overall, like beyond not kicking people when they’re down or holding open the door for a stranger, fundamentally changing the way he thinks to be a better friend and man.

He’s not stupid, no matter what his dad always says. He knows there are cultural differences between guys and girls, but he also knows a lot of that is bullshit and misogynary (or whatever the word Robin is always saying) – that it comes from hating women and people who are different.

Steve’s thought a lot about manliness over the last few years. He doesn’t have a sister and other than Carol, who was always ‘one of the guys’ in Steve’s eyes, he really doesn’t have much experience hanging out with girls he’s not actively trying to date. Now he gets a ton of one-on-one time with women without the haze of attraction or ulterior motives. He’s seen the guys Max and Eleven giggle over in their magazines and none of them are the action stars they’re supposed to be drooling over – it’s all the cute guys with soft looks and kind eyes.

He gets it now. Especially when he wakes up in the morning and looks down to find the hottest guy of them all curled up on his chest. Eddie’s not the epitome of masculinity, nor is Steve, but that doesn’t make them any less of a man. Their sexualities, interests, the way they share their emotions – none of that makes them more or less of a man.

After years and years of relearning what being a man means to him, you would think Steve wouldn’t fall into the same stereotypes of his fellow men. And yet…

He adjusts his grip on the crutches. It’s been hell trying to get inside, taking ages so he doesn’t fall again and break his other leg. Should he have called someone? Yes. Should he let Eddie know he needs a hand? Absolutely. Will he be admitting defeat? Never. He doesn’t even really understand why, if he’s honest. It’s not like Hopper’s going to come speeding down, sirens blazing, and demand Steve hand over his Man Card because he asked for help.

Steve manages to make it to the door, out of breath and sweating under his coat and layers. He leans against the doorframe as he digs for his keys. It takes way too much effort, but eventually, he’s able to get inside. Steve drops his bag, then walks carefully to the couch, cringing with each swing-step he takes as his snowy boot tracks water all along the rug.

“Steve?”

Fuck. He knew Eddie would be home, he saw his van in the driveway after all, but Steve still hoped he’d be out or that one of the guys swung by and picked him up. It’s not like he could hide this from him, but it would be nice to have a bit more time to figure out his story. Because Eddie finding out means Steve has to admit he was wrong in the first place.

“Yeah,” he calls back as he tugs off his lone boot, his other one is still on the floorboard of his car, and sets the crutches down beside him. He lifts his broken leg up, the action stiff with how awkward and new the cast feels and quickly covers it with a blanket. It’ll buy him some time.

“I was wondering where you went,” Eddie says as he slides into the living room on his socks. He’s already in his sleepwear: one of Steve’s old shirts, Steve’s favorite sweatpants that are too big for him, and Steve’s gym socks. It hits him that he won’t be able to wear Eddie’s sweats, the ones he’s stretched out and are so thin they may as well be threads held together by dreams, until he gets this cast off. Well shit.

Eddie pauses for just a moment before he’s walking over and sitting on the ottoman in front of Steve. “You’re wearing your coat still,” he says.”

Steve shrugs and hugs his chest. “I’m cold.”

“Why don’t you go shower and warm up?” Eddie asks, face neutral but his eyes tell a different story. He’s suspicious. How is he already catching on? Steve’s like the king of stealth.

“I don’t feel like washing my hair right now,” he says instead. “I just want to lay here for a bit.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “It’s Thursday,” Eddie says, “it’s your hair washing day according to your meticulous hair schedule. And you don’t want to wash it?”

Steve can only shrug again. “Maybe later?”

“Right, right,” Eddie says. He leans forward and kisses him all sweetly. Eddie brushes a hand through Steve’s hair and it nearly brings him to tears, if he’s honest. His body is sore, there’s probably a bruise the size of Alaska on his back and ass, and his leg is starting to hurt more now that his meds are wearing off. It’s been a harrowing few hours of trying to get to the hospital, being seen and dealing with the horrors of doctors and nurses touching him (he can’t even begin to think about how he’ll react to getting the cast removed, the saw too much like the one the Russian wanted to use–), and now that it’s all over and Eddie’s being sweet… Steve just wants to give up the charade.

“Baby,” Eddie says softly, “talk to me.”

Steve looks up, blinking away the tears and leans into Eddie’s touch. “I fell,” he mumbles, cheeks hot. It’s so humiliating. He’s a grown man. So he fell? Big deal. But he fell doing a thing that Eddie told him he should probably wait to take care of until someone else could spot the ladder, that Steve made a bigger deal about doing it solo because he’s Steve.

“On the ice?”

He shakes his head and drops his eyes back down to Eddie’s. He watches in real time as Eddie realizes what Steve means, as confusion morphs into shock then concern. “Stevie,” he whispers, “how bad is your leg?”

Steve pauses. “How did you know it was my leg?”

Eddie pointedly looks at the crutches leaning against the arm of the couch. Oh.

He sighs. “It's a clean break,” he says. “But I broke my tibula.”

“Your tibia or your fibula?” Eddie asks, no judgment in his words.

“Honestly, couldn’t tell you. Paperwork is in my bag though.”

Eddie laughs softly and leans forward to kiss Steve’s cheek. “I’ll look later. How are you feeling?”

“Everything hurts,” he says with only the hint of a whine. It’s like he’s accidentally given his body permission to feel everything. Steve reaches for the blanket, tugging it off his leg to show his foot and knee wrapped in a cast. “I have to wear it for two months.”

“Shit, Stevie,” Eddie says, moving to squeeze himself onto the edge of the sofa. He leans over Steve, boxing him in. “You know, you’ve got to be more careful,” he says as he takes Steve’s face in his hands, “if you want to grow old together like you’re always talking about, then you’ve got to actually get there. And that starts with taking care of yourself.”

Steve sighs. “I can take care of myself–”

“But let me help,” Eddie says, leaning forward again to kiss Steve’s forehead. “Not because you need it, but because I want to. Why make things harder on yourself just to prove a point?”

He doesn’t have much to say to that.

Eddie pushes himself up and stands. “I know you wanted to make a roast for dinner, but want to get take out and smoke some? May help with the aches?”

Steve nods and scoots forward so he can wrestle his way out of his coat. “You can’t baby me the whole time I’m in this cast, by the way.”

“Oh, I could,” Eddie says, “but I do actually want to stay together by the time you get it off, so I’ll let you do some things by yourself.” He takes Steve’s jacket and grabs a few pillows to prop up Steve’s leg. “Will you let me take care of you tonight, though?”

He feels so helpless and embarrassed to need the help, but with the way Eddie’s looking at him, Steve can’t tell him no. “Please?”

Eddie beams as he basically skips to the coat closet.

All Steve can do is watch as Eddie flits around the house: getting the good cuddling blankets and the pillows off their bed, grabbing his lunchbox, bringing Steve a pop to drink, all while he orders food from their favorite takeout place, phone sandwiched against his ear.

He hates how nice it feels to be taken care of, especially over something as silly as a broken leg from a dumb mistake. Who takes down Christmas lights by themselves after a frost? Knowing their ladder is finicky at best on a good day? He was asking to fall off the roof! He should be glad he didn’t break more than his leg!

But it’s a little easier to let it happen than it had been when they first started dating. He’s not perfect, he can be too proud sometimes, but he’s working on it.

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Thank you @lady-lostmind for betaing this fic!

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romanarose · 9 months ago

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Puzzle Pieces Drabbles part 1

Ben Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're dating Tom, a whirlwind romance that came at a low point in your life. Within months, you live with him and he's not as nice as he was in the begining. Tom does things that upset you, Benny finds a way to make it better.

Warnings: IDK what to call this but it's def shitty behavior throughout. Will progressively get worse during the series but let's start with this. Drinking. Messing up something that you spent time on. Emotional cheating and eventually some kissing cheating. Im not doing full series warnings because I don't know what everything will contain. We'll do it chapter by chapter.

A/N: This will be a short series of comfort drabbles where Tom does something shitty and Ben makes it better. No smut. I'm at a low point rn and just want softness.

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Tom was supposed to text you before he brought people over.

It wasn't that you disliked his friends, they were all very kind and respectful of your home. If one was dropping by or it was a spur of the moment thing it was no big deal, but you didn't like having all of them over without warning. There was laundry on the couch and no snacks ready. You were sure they'd be drunk.

"Hey baby!" Tom greets loudly as he walks in, finding you in the kitchen putting some chips in a bowl. He squeezes your ass as he kisses you. You didn't like when he did that around others, he said he was just showing off his sexy girlfriend.

"Hi!" You kiss him back, so excited he's home early you don't mind the booze on his breath. You turn around and set the bowl at the kitchen island, smiling brightly at Frankie, Will, Santi, Ben and a few friends you only sort of knew. It was Ben your eyes lingered on the longest, he was your favorite, always so much fun when he came over.

Ben grinned at you. "I see you finished the puzzle!"

"I did!" Sliding to the kitchen table, giddy to show off your project, you grab the corners. The puzzle was huge, a giant baby Yoda puzzle you were proud of after all the hours spent on it. Ben was over a few days ago when you were working on it. "Look!" You'd seen it on tin tok, practicing pulling a puzzle off the table and keeping it intact. With pride, you hold it up for Tom and his friends to see, beaming. A few so's and ah's came from the guys.

Tom laughed. "oh, is that what you were doing instead of laundry?" And you catch Will glaring at him.

You mumble an apology, and begin to try and lay it down when Tom insists you hold it up again. For a moment, you're happy he wants to see your hard work.

Until he smacks it down.

You watch in shock as all the pieces tumble to the floor, clattering at the tiles. Heat burns at your face in embaressment, unable to look up to see who is laughing at you, because some people are.

When you hear Frankie shout 'What the fuck, Tom!', Tom retaliates that it's just a stupid puzzle from a stupid show.

You're ashamed at having been excited for something Tom thinks is stupid.

The argument escalates but you can't see, kneeling down to pick up the mess. Fuck, the floors needed to be washed too. Tears burned in your eyes and you willed yourself not to cry. You hear Frankie say he needs to step out, and out of the corner of your eye you see Will taking him outside, being the only one who could match his height and weight.

You're tears blur your vision, you don't even realize someone is helping you clean. Wiping them, to see Ben on the floor with you picking up the last few before standing and putting them in the box. Christ he was tall.

"Thank you." You whisper, sniffling.

"Don't thank me." His voice was deep, a thick southern drawl you liked. He sat at the table. "C'mon, honey, let's get started."

When you stand, you look at him in confusion. "Huh."

Ben smiles at you. "The puzzle. Ain't gonna let you do this without me a second time. I love baby Yoda."

Tentatively, you sit at the table with him and get to work on fixing your puzzle. Chunks were still intact, so it wasn't a complete wash.

By the time the guys came back in, you were smiling and laughing again, halfway through the puzzle once more.

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That's it, super simple.

I know I should be doing my DBF Joel fix today but I've had an awful time and just want soft rn

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everythingmp3 · 7 months ago

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𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

after one too many weeks of Tess refusing to give into her feelings for you, you decide to stop flirting with her and turn to a less noble strategy: dating someone else to make her jealous. you know playing with Tess like that is risky, considering her temper, but you simply can´t help yourself. so, eventually, things are bound to take a turn.

warnings: minors dni! strap use (bottom!reader), light edging, light overstim, oral (reader receiving), slight infidelity

author´s note: this is my take on Tess’s meaner side but the vibe shifts a lot halfway through! definitely more smut in this than my others for her, I truly just wrote this for fun, so no discussion of any personal issues this time, just two desperate fools <3 also as always: I’m not aiming to be super faithful to the source material. hope u enjoy!

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the way you´d come to work with Tess was a rather funny story looking back.

for the longest time both her and Joel refused to trust anyone but each other, they were stubborn about it, but as they got older they had to admit to themselves that it really wouldn't hurt to have a few allies, especially when it came to physically demanding work, since they weren´t 25 anymore. they slowly figured out who they should recruit, mostly looking for younger people who were either very fit, very clever or ideally both, so after a while they managed to assemble a group of around 6 people whom they knew they could always rely on. as someone who had grown up in the QZ you knew about the smuggling business, even had friends who were involved in it, but you never seriously considered it for yourself until the day you and Tess met for the first time.

Tess had always been vaguely aware of you, the way she was vaguely aware of anyone living near them, and one day she happened to stand right out of earshot when a few FEDRA guys cornered and questioned you about why they´d seen you loitering around suspicious areas multiple times, who you were working for, what you were hiding. without missing a beat you started lying through your teeth, making up some utter bullshit, Tess knew enough about you to know you were bluffing, but you did it so convincingly and with such charm that they let you go after five minutes. it was pretty impressive to Tess as she listened to it all, pretending to mind her business, the way you weren´t overdoing it but playing into their need for authority so well that she swore she could see one of them blushing as they walked off. this one. we need her. she thought. it would be priceless to have someone who wouldn´t crack under pressure, who could talk their way out of risky situations, who could, for a lack of a better term, manipulate people. the second they were gone she approached you, leading with a compliment, so at first you thought she might be flirting and got all excited, considering how rare it was to talk to encounter someone who was so your type, but when you realized that she was offering you work, the giddiness died down a little. still, it intrigued you enough to agree, because what else was there to do with your life really.

the process of getting integrated into their group was easier than you expected, a few weeks into proving yourself as reliable it became clear as day that you were their best negotiator, their secret weapon when it came to talking your way out of trouble, or talking your way into acquiring information they otherwise wouldn´t have gotten; your charisma was lethal, your way with words was impressive and hardly anyone was immune to it, so a good amount of times Tess and Joel had taken you along with them to help when beating information out of someone hadn´t worked, when smarter tactics were needed.

the one thing that was hard about the job had nothing to do with what you were actually doing; the violence, the bloodshed, the lack of guilt and shame you needed to have, none of it bothered you, none of it shook you, but one thing messed with you from the start: your insane pull towards Tess. perhaps part of the reason you´d even said yes to her offer in the first place was to get closer to her, to be around her, perhaps it would´ve taken more convincing for someone else, but when she talked to you that day and her deep smooth voice made your face feel hot for a second, you knew before she´d finished her proposal that you´d say yes.

the first few weeks you tried to gauge the vibe, wondering if there might be a chance she found you attractive too, but you quickly came to realize just how ice-cold her facade was. nobody ever had a good read on her true feelings, except maybe Joel and even he seemed at a loss at times, there was no way of knowing for sure whether you had a chance, so you decided to start dropping hints: lingering around her even when you could´ve stood further away, looking at her more intensely when you listened to her talk, moving your body differently when she was near, showing off certain assets, “coincidently” playing with your hair or licking your lips when you could feel her eyes on you, touching her arm for emphasis when you were telling her story. at first, you thought she was actually uninterested, but after a while you´d caught her looking one too many times to believe that you were reading into things, Tess was subtle but not subtle enough. something told you that she was bluffing, that she was denying her attraction for some reason, you could practically see her restraining herself whenever you flirted with her and it only made you want her more, to know that she did feel something but was hiding it from you.

what you didn´t know was that it had only taken a few days of knowing you for Tess to feel panicked by her sudden attraction to you. at first it was easy for her to ignore it, but once you started pursuing her she felt herself getting nervous, which made her try to shut down whatever it was that you made her feel because she knew how fucked she´d be if she let some girl she´d have to see on the regular get under her skin like that. Tess grew stubborn, she had too much pride to let you feel like you had the power to get her to give into her urges, so instead of taking your flirting as an invitation to just go for it and have fun, she tried her hardest to let you believe you had no effect on her, unwilling to be the weaker one in a dynamic. someone else would have just delighted in being so aggressively hit on by someone they were so into but she was different, she couldn´t just go with the flow and be normal about desire, and she´d come to regret this, hard. after a few months of unsuccessfully trying to get her to give in, you changed strategies. you had a feeling that jealousy might be a weak spot for her, so you were going to test that theory and do it well.

there was a girl in your group who obviously had a thing for you, you´d never considered it because she wasn´t really your type, but she was still pretty and good company so one day you thought fuck it, let´s see how good her poker face holds up once she sees someone else claming me right in front of her eyes.

so, one day you and the others, including Tess, were sitting around planning something and the girl you´d started seeing rested her hand on your thigh, caressed you a little as she listened to Joel and a few others talk, and you caught the brief second of shock on Tess face as she saw it, quickly followed by a flicker of something like rage, I knew it, you thought. the good thing was that the girl was very heavy on physical affection, so she kept touching you and nobody gave much of a fuck but Tess was dying on the inside. you were absolutely shameless about it because while the girl kept showering you in affection you kept giving Tess stares, the kind that made it obvious you were messing with her, challenging her, and she couldn´t believe it, your audacity, but then again, wasn´t that what she´d recruited you for, your effect on people? she hadn´t considered that she might find herself on the receiving end of it.

the following week you kept doing it every time you were all in a room together, and it was driving Tess increasingly insane, seeing a girl holding your hand, kissing your cheek, rubbing your back absentmindedly, while you kept staring at her, getting a twisted kind of pleasure out of watching her struggle more and more with denying her needs. she´d rarely felt rage like that, so hot and visceral she caught herself being unnecessarily aggressive with other people who just thought jesus, what´s up with her these days. she felt a sense of possessiveness over you that was of course unwarranted, since she´d rejected your advances and of course she knew that you were probably dating people, but actually being confronted with it was a whole different thing, seeing you being touched by someone like that was forcing her to admit that she wanted to be in the girl´s place, and even worse, could have already been if she had just given into your pursuit.

one night as you were all leaving after a brief meet up to plan a mission for the following day, Tess was leaning against the wall of the building smoking as you said goodbye to the girl, really playing it up because she was near, kissing her longer than you usually would, pulling her in tighter, before she walked down the street in the opposite direction of where you had to go home.

Tess thought okay, if you wanna fuck around with me, two can play that game. as you were about to pass by her she grinned in a way that made it look like she was laughing to herself about you, so you stopped, staring at her, “can I help you?”, not masking your annoyance well. she kept that cocky expression on her face as she flicked her cigarette away and crossed her arms, eyeing you, you hated how hot it looked, her leaning back like that, her hair falling down her shoulders, her eyes piercing even though it was dark, “oh nothing..” she said, which of course only made you press the issue, “no, go on, what´s so funny, enlighten me”, she spoke in a lower tone then, “well. you might wanna dump that girlfriend of yours”, she wasn´t your girlfriend but you didn´t correct her, couldn´t hurt to let her believe it, “huh??”, you were confused, genuinely.

the moment she saw your puzzled expression her body changed the way it usually did before throwing a really good punch or hitting a target perfectly, she knew she´d get you good with what she was about to say, she had you right where she wanted you, “well. she´s clearly not giving it to you right. otherwise you wouldn´t be staring at me all day”.

your face froze up, your whole being for that matter, it took a good few seconds for words to return to you, you were in utter disbelief. “I´m sorry, what the fuck did you just say to me?”, she loved it, finally seeing you crumble for once, having the upper hand, “you heard me.” she said, very satisfied with herself, still staring you down, unyielding, her stance solid and unmoving, her strong arms pronounced by the shirt she was wearing, you tried your hardest not to look, not there, not at her neck or her lips, there was hardly a part of her that was safe to look at, so you grew angry, “yeah I really wish I hadn´t, Theresa.” drawing the last word out.

a low blow from you, everyone knew she despised her full name. seeing her flinch a little at its sound was a momentary win, a hint of power in your hands, “careful. and I didn´t hear you denying it yet”, you shifted your stance to look more secure then, regaining your wits a little, “yeah I don´t owe you a justification of my fucking sex life as far as I´m aware. also you´re being pretty inappropriate”, that got her pissed too then, “oh that´s rich coming from you, I´m not the one who keeps eye fucking their superior”, you scoffed then, “superior? really?”, “yes. really.”, technically you knew she was right, it was only fair that those with decades of experience called the shots, still, you knew she used the word in that moment to assert a different kind of dominance, one that had little to do with your work. again, you´d failed to deny her accusation but you were eager to just get the fuck out of there with your dignity somewhat in tact still, you knew she was clever and hadn´t said anything that was too far off from the truth, “what do you want from me Tess? what business of yours is it what I do or who I date?”, a last attempt to push back, tired and riled up by all your unresolved feelings for her, the anger over having been ignored by her for so long and only now getting her attention by playing some mind game that got her to be mean to you, also anger over being turned on by it.

“well if you keep pulling me into your dissatisfaction with her it is kind of.. “my business””, her fingers making air quotes for the last part of the sentence, mocking you in a way, and her calm air as she said it was only pissing you off more, she was enjoying it, having a point, sensing that she was getting to you, “you sound insane you know that right? maybe take a downer or something” you hissed and she was getting fed up, her smile dropped,“okay here´s the deal sweetie. you quit your obnoxious starring act and we´re good. otherwise I won´t play nice anymore” you looked at her, questioning, “this is you playing “nice”?..”, she nodded, “is that a threat I´m hearing?” you inquired, “no. just a very clear instruction of what you should do. so, now go home and try to dream about your girlfriend instead of me” she waved for you to move past her, that fucking grin on her face again, you went to leave, uttering “bitch..” as you were a few feet away from her, but still close enough for her to hear, “say that to my face next time and see what happens”, loud and clear enough for you to hear, somehow not inspiring fear in you, but intrigue, which didn´t help with calming down at all.

you´d been so wrapped up in trying to defend yourself against her sudden attack that it only dawned on you after that that way of talking to you had also been an admission on her part. you knew her, you knew she wouldn´t have bothered to mess with someone like that if she truly didn´t care about them. it only solidified your belief that there was something there, something thrilling, the air between two people isn´t that charged for no reason. nobody had ever had that physical of an effect on you and you were starved for passion, you were starved for so many things, and she made you sick with a hunger that would only loosen its grip on your insides once you´d get a taste of her. usually people saw you as sweet, as easy to get along with, but she forced something out of you that was darker, and for some reason, despite the rage, you liked it and had a sneaking suspicion she did too. you could have taken her warning as a sign to finally back off and give up, you could have stopped your games and let it go, but of course, you couldn´t. something told you that you were very close to getting what you wanted, if you were willing to take the risk of finally pushing her towards a breaking point. needless to say: you were.

your work as smugglers, or whatever the hell your own job title was, was often divided within the group, Tess and Joel mostly took care of bigger plans that required multiple days of serious mapping out and careful consideration, often with a few other brainy types to figure out the details, you and a few younger people often did smaller dirty work that required you to be quick on your feet, finding people who´d screwed you over on deals, intimidation tactics, smaller drug deals, so meeting up as a group only happened semi regularly, but about a week and a half after your little stand off with Tess you found yourself in a room with almost all of the others again. that day you told yourself: okay. one last try. if she doesn´t bite now, I´m done.

part of the agenda that day was you teaching some of the other ones a thing or two about run ins with law enforcement because a few of them had come back bruised and battered from a mission and you were the one person who always without a doubt came back unscathed. it was convenient for you to have to do a lot of talking that day, because it was forcing Tess to pay attention to you, to listen to your voice, to watch you be charming with the others who took in your instructions, a glimmer of admiration in their eyes, and Tess fucking hated all of it, that she felt the same way watching you, convinced you were moving certain ways on purpose when you stood with your back turned to her. that alone was fine, she could manage, but by the time it was someone else´s turn to talk, you´d made your way back to where your “girlfriend” was standing only a few feet away from Tess. you thought perfect and went in for a kiss, but this time you kept your eyes open, looking over her shoulder to stare at Tess as you kissed the girl and you knew in that moment you´d done about the most shameless thing you could think of and for a moment Tess looked like she might actually drag you off and beat you up for it, a darkness in her eyes that would´ve scared you if it hadn´t turned on you on as much as it did, you swore you could see her clenching her teeth.

about fifteen minutes later you were all ready to leave, your date was in a hurry, she had somewhere to be so you said goodbye and watched everyone including her clear out first before you made your way to the door, for a second fully forgetting about Tess because you were lost in thought, but just as you were about to exit the door you almost ran face first into her because she´d been watching you make your way there and swooped in the last second to block your way, her arm functioning as a barrier.“and where the fuck do you think you´re going?”, she said, her voice sharp, angry, emphasis on the “fuck”.

“what??” you uttered, still recovering from being ripped out of your thoughts that violently, stumbling back a step, “what?” she mocked, imitating your tone, “you have some fucking nerve. wasn´t it enough to be a bitch to you when I told you to back off? do you need me to hurt you to finally get it? is that what you want?”. “maybe” you shot back as you felt the words hitting you right at your core, the threat of violence drawing your eyes to where her fingers were gripping the doorframe, the sudden thought it wouldn´t be the worst thing in the world to be roughed up by those. you realized you´d done the exact right things to get her to break but you were done playing games, you were done acting like you had no idea what she was talking about, you were tired of pretending; it was time to put all your cards on the table, the game was over.

you stared into her sou as you said, “you´re really fucking predictable, you know that right?” which was not what she expected to hear, her eyes narrowed then, “excuse me?”, you went on, throwing your hands in the air and looking around as if someone was there whom you could turn to and ask “can you believe this woman?”.

“Jesus fucking Christ Tess, for months I threw myself at you and got nothing in return and then the second I try to make you jealous you´re giving me the time of day, talking to me, paying attention. I was so sure that it would be the only way to get to you and well…” you gestured at her face, the intense expression,“clearly I was right.” a touch of cockiness to that last phrase. she nodded, slowly, thinking, “so you used that girl to get to me, is that it? that´s pretty fucked up of you, you know that right?”, she said it as if she was judging you but there was a clear hint of admiration at the core, Tess was impressed by your cold way of going about things, all to be alone with her.

you shrugged, “sure, yes, I know” she shook her head muttering “you really are something else..”, eyeing you up and down, still a little riled up but also thinking about the fact that you had actually done all that not to just fuck with her but to try and get her to give into her pull towards you. to her it had seemed like you just wanted to rub it in her face, that you´d moved onto someone else, but it was dawning on her that you still wanted her, that you had been trying to get with her all along. a moment of charged silence followed, you trying to understand what she was thinking before she shifted her stance, dropped her arms and looked over her shoulder onto the street, “alright. follow me” she ordered, a questioning look on your face, “what are we-”, she shushed you as she started walking and motioned for you to do the same “just shut up and come”.

as you walked a few feet behind her, down the dark street that still smelled faintly of rain and wet asphalt, you had a brief second of wondering whether she was taking you to her place or just leading you to a back alley to beat you up, and truthfully you wouldn´t have minded either option. Tess didn´t bother to turn around one single time the entire way, counting on the fact that you were behind her, cocky bitch you thought, you could have walked off in another direction without her even noticing at any second but of course you wouldn´t and of course she knew, so after about five minutes she opened the door of a five story building and didn´t bother to hold the door open, trusting you´d rush in fast enough, still not looking at you, “wow thank you” you uttered under your breath as you caught the heavy door mid closing and tried to keep up with her.

by the time you found yourself in her apartment you were out of breath and leaned against the wall in the hallway while she turned around to face your for the first time since you´d left the place you were at before, the apartment was only lit by the orange streetlights outside but you saw enough, her hair that had gotten effortlessly wavy from the humid air, the way her shirt sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, something about her arms always got you, so forced yourself to look back at her face, but she´d clocked it, your admiration for her physique, so she stepped closer to you, only stopping when she was about an arm´s length away, your already fast heartbeat not slowing down at all, your cheeks burning.

for a moment neither of you spoke because you were just sizing each other up, feeling out the vibe, waiting if the other was gonna do or say something. the reality of the situation had come to her: after all those weeks of agonizing over you she had you in her space, you were alone, nothing in the way anymore, and the freedom was almost too much to process for a second, eventually Tess spoke up as she slowly shook her head, taking in the painfully beautiful sight of you, the hint of a smile that you couldn´t suppress, “what am I gonna do with you, hm?” she thought out loud, her voice barely above a whisper, you tilted your head, speaking slowly, putting weight into each word, “you can do whatever you want.”, getting her right in her weakest spot, of course you´d figured out that bending to her will was the one thing that would make you irresistible to her, and watching her face change as the words settled was perfect, she looked like she was blacking out.

Tess realized in that moment why you had gotten under her skin as intensely as you had, why you´d taken up her whole mind and made her blood boil so many times, why her usual stoic facade crumbled around you. it was not like she´d never been pursued by other girls, of course she had, and at times she enjoyed the attention, played into it and had some fun, usually they were easily intimidated by her, tripping over their words if she looked at them long enough, blushing cheeks and wide eyes, but never you, from the very start you talked to her with confidence, unshaken by her aura, you never grew nervous when she looked at you, because you enjoyed it too much, holding eye contact as long as she wanted without breaking it, without surrendering.

the whole thing of someone twirling their hair and blushing over her had its appeal, sure, but the joy Tess got out of it was very superficial and short-lived, it never really affected her on a deep visceral level because it was so predictable each time, it was almost like following a script, and then you came and showed her what it meant to face an equal, to be caught off guard, the unmatched pleasure it could lead to if she could abandon her pride and let herself be truly moved by someone for once.

Tess had to admit that what she had going on with you was more thrilling than any other connection she´d ever had before, to see you and to know that you were clever enough to figure her out even when she gave you so little to work with, your ability to do and say exactly the right things to get her worked up, to raise her temperature just with a glance, it was so unlike anything she´d ever experienced that the initial shock made her back away from you, made her try to pretend she wasn´t fully in awe of you, but in that moment it was clear to her: I´ve never wanted anyone the way I want this girl. she sees me for who I am and shes´s not scared of what she sees. we´re the same kind of intense.

Tess was suddenly devoid of any previous resentment, it all came to her in that moment, just how rare of a thing it was that you´d pursued her for months and months without success and had still not given up, not backed down. for the first time she saw that it wasn´t just some viscous game of yours, it was a deep commitment of time and energy to getting what you wanted and it was a strength she admired, that turned her on. those words you´d used whatever you want, had activated something in her, there was no going back anymore, she saw what she needed to do clearly then.

she moved even closer to you, close enough for your knees to almost touch, reaching out to mess with the collar of your shirt a little as she said “whatever I want hm?”, you nodded, your eyes wide and expectant, your demeanor suddenly completely different, none of the usual toughness was there anymore, it melted away the second you felt her fingers over your clothing and she could tell, finally you were at her mercy. so without warning she grabbed you by the shoulders and flipped you around, pushing you up against the wall, making you brace yourself with your palms flat against the hard surface, hers placed directly next to them, trapping you, her body pressing against yours, not very gently and you barely had time to shut your mouth to conceal the sound that it got out of your throat, to be manhandled like that by her. your breath was heavy by that point, the feeling of her hips pressing into your lower back, feeling her weight like that made you dizzy with want, it was the closest you´d ever been to Tess, the first time you could properly smell inhale her scent, she leaned in close to your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine as she spoke again, “you´ve imagined this many times, haven´t you?”.

a nod was all you could give her, words weren´t coming, your mind was blank with need, you were all body in that moment “hm, bet you jerked off thinking about me and felt unsatisfied after, wishing I was actually there, wishing I was between your legs” spot on, you´d spent many nights trying to get off to your image of her but never really did, not in a way that satisfied you, another confessional nod from you as a response, she could feel you struggling under her and she loved it, “poor thing” she whispered before removing her hands from the wall and grabbing your tits, wrapping her strong arms around your torso, the grip immediately forceful enough to get a whimper out of you followed by a breathy, “fuck..” you were scared of actually losing your mind if the action while still being fully dressed was already getting you that soaked, you could feel the heat growing between your legs, spreading through your whole body as her fingers squeezed the sensitive skin of your chest, feeling you up aggressively without shame. “let´s get you out of these already” she said as she spun you around again, your face flushed, your lips parted, the first glimpse of what she could do to you and she was hungry for more, much more.

Tess briefly pushed a few loose strands of hair out of your face before pulling your shirt over your head in one swift motion. you weren´t wearing a bra so you were left topless immediately and the sight left her speechless for a moment, her motions stopped and she just stood there marveling at your body, none of the clothes you usually wore gave much away about what was hiding beneath them, so being confronted with your bare figure seemed like a dream at first, none of her fantasies of you had prepared her for the real thing, “god..” she sighed, her eyes roaming your upper body, the curve of your neck and where it went down to, and her lustful gaze was too much for you, you couldn´t wait longer, so you grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss, not a pretty one, but one that made it crystal clear just how much pent up tension you were both dying to release; it was sloppy and hard, a kiss that bordered on violence, hands grabbing at each other frantically, almost biting each other with how eager you were, the soft warmth of the other person´s lips driving you both crazy with wanting more, so very quickly you were open mouthed kissing and groaning at the feeling of your tongues meeting, your fingers in her hair while she grabbed your face, the rough fabric of her shirt brushing your bare chest as you tried to get as close as possible to her.

the second you separated to breathe you used the opportunity to move down to her neck, placing a few kisses down the side of her throat before getting carried away and running your tongue over her skin, you were dying to taste her and she was completely taken off guard by it, usually people were passive with her sexually, but in that moment she realized just how much it turned her on to be desired that openly, to be devoured in a way, she let you have your way for a moment, holding onto your back as you left her neck in red splotches where you´d sucked the skin, before she grew too eager and peeled you off, grabbing your hand as she said “come” and pulled you towards her bedroom.

once you were in her room you didn´t register a single detail about it, not the color of the walls, not the furniture, nothing, because you were so lost in the physical sensations that left you vibrating with anticipation for more, you could barely walk straight as she said “take those off for me” pointing to your pants, which you gladly got rid off, leaving you in your underwear as you approached her bed and saw her walking to the other side of the room, which made you realized that wasn´t just gonna use her hands on you and for the first time that night you felt nervous. you could count on one hand the amount of times you´d let someone strap you and the last time had been a while back so you were worried for a second about how you´d handle yourself, someone less perceptive might not have noticed it but the moment Tess walked over to where you were sitting on the bed waiting for her she saw that something in your face had changed, she gave you a look that said, “what is it?”, so you admitted, “it´s just.. it´s been a while since i´ve done it this way”, in that moment it hit her that the image she had of you as this ruthless seductress was only the surface, that below that you were still just a young woman who probably didn´t have that much experience yet, it softened her a little, especially combined with the sight of you all exposed save for your panties, looking all angelic for her, your thighs driving her crazy with the need to just get between them, she nodded, a slight grin as she responded “well, you´re a tough girl. I know you can take it”. and for some reason that was much hotter to you than if she´d have babied or underestimated you.

you were in the middle of her bed, she was by the edge and waved you over “come”, you obeyed, crawling to her, waiting for further instructions, “why don´t you get it nice ´n wet for me hm, that should help”, she said, holding out her hand right under your face, you realized she was asking you to spit in it, so you did, letting salvia drip from between your lips into her open palm, drawing it out a little to make it filthy, and you knew she loved it, seeing you take her orders well, “hmm, good girl” she uttered as she used your spit to lubricate the strap, licking the residue off her hand after, the sight getting your already drenched underwear even wetter. the moment she was done with that her aggressive side returned, she told you to take off the last piece of fabric, which you did, before she climbed over you, watching your face intently as she got settled and teased your cunt for a moment by lightly running her fingers over the wetness that had collected there, a groan from her as she felt the proof of your lust slick against her hand, the moment she touched you there you let out a pretty deseprate moan and she thought oh. this is gonna be fun.

it was clear to her then that you were the needy kind and nothing drove her wilder than a girl who´d lose her composure for her entirely, so without wasting time she guided the tip to your entrance, a wince from you as she slowly pushed herself into you, carefully, her hands moving up to pin yours down next to your head as she saw your face twisting from the sensation of being stretched out, a slight pain that would subside soon,“you´re fine, breathe, deep breaths” she cooed down at you as she pushed herself fully into you “fuck..”, you sighed, wrapping your legs around her waist instinctively, your eyes shut, she was staring down at you, “no, come on look at me” she ordered, wanting to see your expression so you held eye contact as she started slowly moving in and out of you, building up a rhythm, your walls clenching around the silicone, the feeling of your hands being restrained by hers adding to the rapidly increasing heat in you, she quickly started going at it with deep but slow thrusts, the kind that drove you more insane than fast fucking, the intenstiy of it immediately getting more moans out of you, she leaned down as her hips kept meeting yours, whispering, “this is what you wanted all along hm, being taken by me?” you whined in response, your legs tightening around her, “yes- fuck this feels so good” you got out in a shaky tone as she kept really driving herself into you as deeply you as possible, not necessarily punishing but determined, forcing more and more pathetic sounds out of you.

the sight of your open mouth, your tongue, was too inviting, so she removed one of her hands from yours and pushed her index and middle finger in, which you immediately closed your lips around, sucking on them, the stifled sounds almost more perverse than the previous loud ones, she got more forceful then as she view of your eyes closed in pleasure with your pretty mouth filled by her digits almost drover her insane, and it turned you on too, not just the sensation of being entered in two ways at once, of feeling your walls throbbing as she kept fucking into you with hard strokes, but also because you knew you looked good, you could tell that you were her fantasy come to life from the way her breath sounded as you sucked her fingers, all messed up and clearly matching you in desperation, “god you were made to be fucked, look at you” she breathed, while getting up from where she was hovering over you to get on her knees to push your legs apart, pressing them towards your chest to really fuck you as deeply as possible, bracing herself against one of your legs as she increased her speed then, making you see stars.

“Tess fuck, unhgg-” you begged as her hands gripped your legs and forced you open for her, your head pushed back into the pillow, your back arching up, “you’re doing so well, so pretty like this” she encouraged as she got you to unravel, your hands frantically grabbing the sheets as you tried to somehow remain conscious as you felt your insides twisting up and your climax approaching, which she could sense, but she wasn´t gonna let you cum just yet, so after a few more moments of savoring the sight of you all fucked out on your back, squirming and holding on as she had her way with you, she stopped, pulling out for a moment, an immediate desperate whine from you, “ugh fuck Tess.. I was close-” you sounded like you might actually cry and she might have felt bad if she wasn´t so into it, seeing you like that, an utter mess for her, “I know sweetheart but I´m not just gonna let you lay there, gotta see that perfect body of yours move” she answered, peppering in some genuine praise that did make the shameless edging hurt a little less, she moved to the other end of the bed and gently slapped your thigh to signal to you to get up, “come on, get on top of me pretty girl” she took satisfaction out of seeing you struggle and shake a bit as you got up on all fours and climbed over to her, weak from her impact, placing your knees on either side of her thighs as you tried to lower yourself and she grabbed your hips to guide you, “nice and slow okay”, she instructed, not wanting you to hurt yourself, her grip securing you as you used one hand to guide the strap back into yourself, your soaked cunt practically begging for it, a pornographic moan from you as you sat down on it and felt yourself full again, “good girl” she cooed, watching your face change again, that intoxicating look of yours, so needy and overwhelmed, “just like that” her hands still on your hips, not letting go.

you faced her then, your eyes glazed over with pure need, an endearing sight to her, she locked eyes with you as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, but she could tell you were holding back a little, so she said, “come on don´t be shy now, fuck yourself for me, as hard as you want”, her hands on your waist then as you stared back into her eyes and braced yourself on her chest as you moved back and forth with more feeling, more force, moaning each time you could feel the tip hitting that sweet spot, trying hard to find an angle of where it would be hit over and over, “that´s it, ” Tess praised as she got high on of the image of you riding her, using her, losing yourself in the feeling of being full of her, “god nobodys ever looked this good taking me, fuckin´divine..” she sighed before she got you to sit more upright on her so she could lean forward and suck on your tits as you rode her, the sight of your chest bouncing up and down from the rhythm of your fucking too enticing to just watch, your hands on her neck then as she ran her tongue over your nipple and sucked on it hard enough to turn your sighing into broken up cries, “fuck - don´t stop” you mumbled as you felt her switching between licking and sucking the soft skin, her teeth digging in at one point, a sharp pain that felt good mixed with the ache between your legs as you kept rocking back and forth, your clit throbbing too by that point from getting the friction.

you could feel yourself getting close as Tess moved her face away from your chest and used her strength to help you finish by holding you in place while thrusting upwards from below you, your whole body consumed by the need to cum by that point, the heat at your core turning into a heat all over, your limbs tingling, your chest rising and falling with labored breaths as you felt her fucking you from under you, “oh jesus fuck-” you cursed as she did this, throwing your head back and bracing yourself on her legs as your cunt got demolished by her, “let go, cum for me” she groaned, the order pushing you over the edge, a final pathetic sounding whine from you as you shuddered and shook for a moment, your walls clenching hard around the silicone which was drenched in your juices by that point, from the sound of it Tess might have actually cum too just from having you move on her like that, her breaths punctured by sighs as her hands rested on your back to push you towards herself, needing you close as you gave her what she wanted: the uninhibited display of your release, it was pure ecstasy to her, your body goddess-like as you slowly rode out your high, all for her to take in, every detail, she was obsessed to her core.

as you stopped moving and tried to catch you breath before attempting to get off of her, she helped, lifting you up a little and hearing a slight gasp as she left you empty, spent, falling onto your back, your arms splayed out, and you thought that was it, you were done, but Tess wasn´t, not yet.

she got up from the bed, quickly freed herself of the harness and got down on her knees, pulling you towards the edge of the bed in one rough motion, “Tess fuck no I can´t-” you pleaded as you realized what she was doing, but she just smiled as she pushed your still slightly shaky legs apart, hooking one of them over her shoulder to get good access,“sure you can, one more okay? for me” a sweetness in those last two words, persuading you to give into it and you tried to believe her but your body was losing all sense of place and time, all sanity, as you felt her fingers digging into your thighs, her face close to your soaked, aching cunt, your soft sounds of desperation only turned her on more so she wasted no time and licked up the slick that had leaked out of you and coated your inner thighs, savoring it, “god you taste like heaven” she breathed against your skin, biting down for a second, she had a thing for it, leaving marks, not just to mark her territory but because she loved knowing that you wouldn´t be able to shower and look at yourself in the mirror without thinking of what she´d done, so she briefly lost herself in the feeling of your soft skin between her teeth, the immediately visible red and purple indents, your whimpering, before moving up to where she´d fucked you open before, kissing your aroused lips, sucking on them, running her tongue up and down in a slow, heartfelt rhythm, moving her face to add to the friction.

“fuck- I´m- Tess” you were incoherent as your fingers found their way into her hair, pulling a little as she focused the tip of her tongue on your clit, swirling over it in circles, more crying and begging from you each second, a few tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming pulsing and twisting at your core, your legs pressing together on the sides of her face, but she didn´t yield, forcing them apart again, flicking her tongue against your overstimulated most sensitive spot and finally just sucking on it, hard, determined, “you´re killing me” you groaned, your hips bucking upwards as a reaction and her fingers probably leaving bruises from how hard she was gripping you, and since you were still so sensitive from before it took little time for you to cum against her face, cursing under your breath as her chin was left glistening from you juices, just how she wanted it. the moment the second climax crashed over you in waves your body was drained of all energy, your limbs went totally slack, your lower half felt like it was burning up, and your breathing was so messed up you didn´t even try conceal it, laying thre exhausted but buzzing with endorphins, the good kind of tired.

Tess got up from the floor to sit down next to where you were laying, a satisfied grin on her face as she traced your outline with her fingertips, admiring her impact, the light bite marks on your chest, the shine of sweat on your face, it was pure bliss to her, seeing you like that.

“god I really shouldn´t have made you wait this long..” she said, truly at a loss over how stupid she´d been to deny herself the pleasure of being with you, you gave a tired laugh then, turning to look her in the eyes, “yeah no shit”, she smiled, “guess I have a lot to make up for hm?”, you nodded, “well, this was a good start”, reaching for the strand of her hair that framed her face, twirling it around your finger as you slowly regained your composure.

“but just so we´re clear, you´re not getting any favoritsm out of this” she teased, you returned the energy, “well fuck, I clearly just did all this to lower my work load.”, you propped yourself up on your elbows then, looking at her more clearly, her cheeks still flushed, an unusual ease to her expression, you took some pride in being the one to get her to look like that, just eyeing her for a second and for once she loved it, being stared down by you, being fucked with by your intense gaze. “you know, the first time we met I actually thought you were flirting with me for a few minutes. could´ve saved us a lot of time if you had been” you told her, which made her laugh,“really?? and you would´ve just gone with me if I had been? that easy?” you shrugged, “hey, I am not the one who played hard to get here” you had a point, she nodded, amused by the idea of you wanting her from the very start.

you crawled over to her then, wrapping your arms around her neck as she ran her hands up and down the warm skin of your back, both of you just looking at each other all blissed out and relieved, “I didn´t expect you to be so..” you started saying, she cocked her head, “so what?”, “you know, generous..” she smiled then, placing one of her hands on your cheek, “right, you thought I´d just be mean and use you and take out my frustrations, huh?”, you nodded, “maybe, kinda yeah.”, “well, not my thing. I mean I´ll do whatever you want me to, if you want it rough just ask, but I am simple, I just want my girl to feel good”, you squinted your eyes at her, “your girl? is that what I am?”, charmed by that way of putting it, “well you´re sure as hell not anybody else´s anymore”, she said, meaning it, her possessiveness jumping out, “yeah I don´t think I could show up with bite marks at someone else´s place, so..”, “that was the plan” she whispered before leaning in to kiss your neck, getting a soft sigh out of you before moving to your lips, a gentler kiss than the one before.

“you can stay over if you want by the way. it´s so late I won´t make you go home now” she said as you made her lay back so you could lay on top of her, smiling down at her as you asked, “really?”, she didn’t see what was so crazy about her offer, “yes really”, “hm. didn´t figure you for the “falling asleep in each others arms” type”, she feigned offense, “okay rude.. I can be romantic, I do have a heart you know”, you grinned, laying your head on her chest, “I know. also, staying the night is good because then I can return the favor”, a mischievousness to your tone, “oh that´s what you think is gonna happen?”, she asked, “well, I think you´d like seeing me on my knees, wouldn´t you?” , again, you´d said the right thing to her weak, “jesus. you´re still messing with me, aren´t you?” she couldn´t believe how good you were at hitting her where it would get her to fold, but she loved it, “maybe” you whispered, eyes closed and smiling as she caressed your still naked body to keep you warm.

now that you´d gotten the initial push and pull out of the way, you couldn´t wait to see what it would mean to actually be with her, how you´d spend an evening together, how she’d act as a lover, if you´d sneak around or let people know, all the things that were to come now that your feelings were out in the open. you liked the idea of nobody knowing about you and stealing glances when you were in a room together. maybe that would be your next thing: teasing her in public until she gives in and drags you away. maybe you weren´t fully done with it yet, getting under her skin, and maybe she was secretly hoping that was th case.

for the first time in ages, both of you had the feeling of finally having someone who challenges you, who surprises and thrills you. boredom or a desire for more heat and passion was not going to be an issue anymore, not as long as you had each other.

#tess servopoulos x reader #tess servopoulos #the last of us x reader #tlou fanfiction #tlou #the last of us hbo

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ventithedrunkbardehe · 1 year ago

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Hello, if you write angst, may I request luxiem x reader, where in the process of time travel, they lost reader. It can end with a reunion or anything you want.

If you don't write angst, may I request a any xsoleil boys x short reader, with anything you want.

Hello hello! I like this idea os let's get started shall we? Also I will still write for Mysta even after he graduates.

Luxiem loosing then reuniting with their s/o

Vox the Voice Demon, well, as everyone knew him in the in the Sengoku Period and mostly in the Akuma Castle. You were one of Vox's closer servant who was always by his side. There were many rumors going thru the people in the castle that the two of you were together, or just someone that he used for his own pleasure, but that wasn't really the case.

The two of you were generally close cause the two of you had many things in common, and could talk about a lot of stuff, like for an example, cooking. You never guessed that this man likes to cook but well, he does to your suprise. He also kinda opened up to you and you opened up to him too, so you guys were big safespots for eachother. The two of you just went to hangout with eachother but some of them ended up as a date, and well it was another occasion of a hangout that turned into a date when he asked you out. You said yes and well, now the rumors were now true. The two of you were officially dating.

Everything was good until the war had started. Vox asked his most trusted man to get you somewhere safe. Almost everyone except for your little group. The 5 soldiers and you watched as Vox was trying to fight the Shogunate's soilders were getting killed by Vox but then eventually overpowered him. As you felt your heart break after the Shogunate left victorious and ran away with the remaining people.

It took weeks to months to recover yourself from that war that happened, you tried going back living your life as it was but it was a pain living without the person that you needed the most in your life. Eventually more and more weeks that turned into moths that turned into years have passed and you gave up on your life even and even more.

It was another painful day in your life that you woke up to. You moved on with your life since Vox died, or well that's what you thought. You went on your day like you did for the past few years. You were walking on the market-street as someone came up next to you. You didn't really care until the person took your bag out of your hand and started packing more tihngs into it. You looked up at the person ready to antigonize with him until you realized who was standing next to you.

"V-Vox?" - your voice barely came out from your throath. He looked down at you and smiled then wrapped one of his arms around your shoulder and pulled you closer, looking down at you as you looked up to him. "I-... I thought you died..." - you said as your voice became more and more shakely.

"Well, I did not as you can see that." - he smiles at you. "Is there anything else you'd like?" - he asked as he gave a kiss on your forehead. You shook you head then he payed for the stuff that you and mostly him collected for the meal.

"H-how? W- what happened?" - you asked as he escorted you from the shop as he always did.

"I'll tell you everything okay? But now, I need to start plannign for the next war... since I have Kindred on my side now too." - he said as he looked foward and saw his newest army ready to fight.

Ike always liked books since he was a little kid, and so did you. The two of you met back in his early years as a writer. You always read his books, you were always the first one to buy his newest book, and well... you were on a trip to the market again to buy his newet book as usual. You arrived to the bookshop and bought the book, as you started walking away you bumped into someone and the book fell out from your hands as you fell down too.

"I-I'm sorry-" - you said as you tried getting up, your face red from the embarrasment.

"Oh no, it was my fault... are you okay" - a soft voice spoke to you. You opened your eyes and you saw him... Ike Eveland himself. Your favourite novelist, in person infront of you, and you had to meet him with you bumping into him... 'How embarraing' - you thought to yourself. Ike offered you a hand to help you up that you accepted.

"I suppose this is also yours." - He said with a smile as he gave you the book that you just bought.

"Thank you..." - you said as your took it from him.

"So you're the one that the book-shopkeeper keep telling me about." - he said with a smile on his face.

"What do you mean?" - you asked as you looked at him with widened eyes. He chukles at your expression.

"He always tells me when I drop by that there's a person who's always the first one to buy my books." - he smiles. "Would you like a signiture?" - he asks as he looks at you.

"I-... I'd love that but y-you don't have to... you're probably busy..." - you say with a happiness with sadness in your voice.

"I'm quite free right now." - he says as he signs your book. A blush creeps to your face as you thank him. "And also, I'd like to get to know the person better who supported me since the start of my career. So if you're free right now, would you like to go to the café with me?" - he asks you as he gives you back the book with a smile. Your eyes widen once more, the blush becoming more visible on your face as you nod.

The two of you started to hangout more and more after that day, and eventually got together.

It was another simple day, you were staying over at Ike's place, who was at his desk, writing his newest book. It was already late and you tried to get him to stop and go to bed since the dark circles under his eyes were becoming more and more visible. But he just replied with, "I'll finish this page and I'll go. You should go to sleep, no need to wait for me." - he said as he continued writing. You tried waiting for him but you were too tired and ended up going to sleep alone again. The next day when you woke up you were alone in the bed as usual. You got up to search for him in his workroom where you saw his still unfinished work but no signs of him. You went into the kitchen, into the livingroom, into the bathroom, but he was nowhere to be found. You started to worry but calmed yourelf with 'He's probably just out getting more suplies' but the end of the day came sooner then you expected and he was nowhere to be found and you were alone in the novelist's house. It was cold and empty jut for one person. You couldn't go to sleep knowing that he wasn't near you, so you took one of his shirts out from his wardrobe that smelled like him and went to sleep sucsessfully. But he didn't return the next day or the rest of the days. You felt hopeless... You thought he was sick of you and he left you purposfully, so you tried moving on ith your life.

It has been a few years since the incident happen, then you heard a knock on your front door. You put the book that you were reading to the side as you got up to open the door. As you opened the door, a familiar male figure stood infront of you. You didn't want to belive your eyes as you froze down.

"I'm back..." - Ike said as tears filled his eyes, and so did yours.

"Welcome home..." - You said as you jumped into his arms. "What happened?... where did you go?..." - you started asking a lot of questions from him as he held you tight.

"I'll tell you everything." - he said a he kissed your temple. As the two of you calmed down he told you everything that happened to him.

Our golden retriver- I mean Luca, our "evil" mafia boss. He's a big softie now, but he wasn't quite a big one when the two of you met.

It was just another day in your life, as you walked home from work you were thinking about making a shortcut to home, so you turned into the alley, and well you heard two people talking but you could barely undertand what they were saying, but you caught some of it.

"Is this her?" - asked the taller man.

"I think so..." - said the other as he looked at you walking past them. As you left them you picked up your pace but they caught up easily and put a cloth on you covering your mouth and nose causing you to pass out not so long after doing it.

You woke up in a room, you tried getting up from the chair that you were sitted on but you were tied to it.

"I would surroundings first if I were you." - a man said as he walked infront of you. "Do you know why are you here?" - he asked while smiling. The man had blone hair, a black dress shirt which's buttons around his chest were fighting for their life, leather gloves and white pants with black stripes on it. He looked handsome, like the man of your dreams.

"N-no? Did I do something wrong?" - you asked as your voice shaked a bit.

"I mean... you weren't the one who done something but your husband did." - he said as he started ggetting closer to you.

"M-my husband? I- I don't have a husband... I don't even have a boyfriend." - you said as you looked at him with widened eyes.

"W-wait... you're telling me that you're not Aya Cox? - he asked you with a worry in his voice which he tried to hide.

"N-no? I'm Y/N..." - you answered.

"A-are you really not Mrs. Cox?" - he asked as he started to panic even more.

"I'm really not her... you can check my ID if you don't belive me." - you said a you tried to hold back your laughter. He took your ID and as he read your name his face turned white like he just saw the dead.

"I-I'm very sorry-" - he said as he untied you. "To take a better look at you... you don't have as visible wrinkle's as she has." - he said as he stared at your face.

"I-... thank you i guess?" - You said as you stood up from the chair.

"Anytime!" - he laughed a bit then noticed your annoyed expression. "I-... sorry." - he said.

"It's okay... can you just let me go home now please?" - you asked as you took your stuff from the table.

"A-ahh yes... but... if you tell anyone that this happened-" -he sarted as he came behind you and lifted your chin to make you look at him above your shoulder. "You'll be my target then for real... and I won't how mercy." - he said with a darken expression on his face then let your chin go. "Anyways... Y/N... as an apology, can I take you to the best café in the city?" - he asked a his expression compleatly changed from a sadistic, blood thirsty mafia boss to a puppy who wouldn't hurt a fly.

"I- emm.. sure?" - you said as you tuned around taken aback a bit by his personallity change.

"Where do you live? I'll pick you up at 5pm." - he said. You told him and you thought that the drung's effect was still on you, cause you could've sweared to god that you saw his tail wiggling.

And well, he insited on taking you home too, and wouldn't let you say no. And then the next day came and you were going on a date with a mafia boss. The date went well and you questioned yourself multiple times that was Luca really a mafia boss or he wa just a child in a grown up's body. But well anyways, it was obvious that he fell in love with you on the day the two of you met, caue after that said apology date, he asked you to go on more dates with him, and since you couldn't say no for his adorableness, the two of you went on many dates and well, eventually got together. And after three years into your relationship he even asked you to marry him. (I-I'm not Luca biased okay?... I am but anyways-)

He tried to keep you out from his criminal life as much as he could since he didn't want you to get into danger, which he managed sucsessfully. He'd always ask some of his most trusted man to look after you on the streets when he couldn't be there with you, and if anything happened to you under the man's watch, he sweared that he'll kill them.

Well, it was just another simple day as you went over to your shared place, but he wasn't there so you thought he'll be back soon, but that didn't happen. You went to sleep thinking that when you'll wake up he'll be there. But he wasn't there. You asked his men if someone knew anything but noone did. You started getting more and more worried but still tried to stay calm. Many days went by, which turned into weeks, which turned into months then years. You'd think you've gotten over him but no. You still wore the engagement ring on your finger, or just kept it close to you. You didn't know wheter he was alive or not you were worried very much, but durring the day you couldn't show it, but when you got home your broke down a lot of times. The first nights alone you couldn't even sleep without him so you wore one of his shirt to sleep.

A few years passed since he went missing and you felt giving up on him coming back.

You were watching tv as you heard a knock on the door. "Coming!" - you shouted as you stood up from the couch and opened the door. You couldn't even open the door normally as the perosn standing on the other side flung it open and hugged you. If it weren't for his big chest in your face you would've thought that the one hugging you was a random person and so, it didn't take you long to hug your beloved back who was now crying and hugging you tighter as you hugged him back.

"Where were you?" - you asked him as you started to tear up too.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... I don't know what happened back then, I just got sucked into some kind of hole and jumped into the future." - he said.

"Y-you what?!" - you pulled away from the hug and looked at his teary face.

"Yeah, i-if you don't belive me, you can ask M-Mysta Rias, cause he ended up there with me too." - he said a he wiped away his tears.

"I belive you, but anyways... first you should calm down and then tell me everything that happened..." - you said as you closed the door.

"Mhm... but can I get another hug first?" - he asked you and you couldn't denied even if you wanted to.

Since Mysta was a famous detective back in his original world, so I could only imagine that you met him when he was out in a case, and you were involved in it too, and you were a great helper of his. So you technically were his little Watson to his Sherlock. You guys started hanging out after that a lot, solved more and more cases togheter. The more time the two of you spent togheter the better you guys got to know eachother.

On a beautiful night he took you to one of the higher places in the city and asked you out. He was a bit akward but you thought it was adorable, and well you said yes and the two of your started dating.

Everything was good until he got sucked into the hole and got transported to another world and you were left alone. You didn't have time to process what happened at first since there were still a lot of cases that needed to be solved, but everynight when you arrived home in your shared apartment you broke down. You didn't know if he was alive or not, you didn't know if he'll be back ever again or not.

Crying yourself for the first few months didn't really help so you started busying yourself with work the cases that were still unsolved were slowly solved by you.

It's been almost 2 years that he was gone, but he somehow came back, and well the two of you were finally reunited.

"M-Mysta... you're finally back..." - you stood infront of the opened door, tears forming in your eyes.

"Yeah, and I'm still in one piece." - he said while having a big smile on his face opening his arms. You took no longer then a second to jump into them, burrying your face into his chest as you broke down completely.

"I have another case to solve at another city... Would like to come with me?" - he asked as he wiped your tears. You told him "Yes" and the next day the two of you were on your way for another city to solve a crime there. Throught the road he told you everything that happened to him, you could see the happiness and the sadness behind his eyes as you guys were talking on the train.

You met Shu in the modern world. You don't know how the two of you ended up together cause, one day you guys were still talking as friends, then the next day the two of you were dating.

The two of you met on the street at night as you were walking home. You weren't really looking foward, you mostly looked at you phone, watching your favourite Nijisanji EN streamer. As you were walking you didn't notice that someone took your wallet out of your bag, just only when a young man came up to you and tapped your shoulder. As you turned to the person who tapped your shoulder, you froze in one place as you saw the one and only Shu Yamino.

"Miss, this is yours?" - he asked as he held your wallet in his hand.

"A-ah yes thank you..." - you said a bit embarrased as you took back your wallet.

"It's alright, just try to pay attention of what's going around you not just only to your phone" - Shu said as he smiled. "Well then, be careful out there." - he said while still smiling as he turned around and started walking away. You were still embarrased and frozen in one place as Shu started walking away.

"W-wait!" - you shouted after him. He stopped and turned back to face you. "I-I'd like to thank it more properly..." - you said as you looked at him. "M-may I invite you to the local café?" - you asked hoping that he'd say yes. And he did, so the two of you met up at the local café the next day then the day after that too and again and the two of you started getting to know eachother more and more, then eventually became friends. The two of you hung out more and more and then just got together.

When he streamed you never bothered him, never wen't into the room, waited outside patiently while you watched his stream. Months and years passed as he arrived to his last stream. And well, it was his time to go home. You knew what you got yourself into at the start of the relationship but it still hurt seeing him go, even tho you both promised eachother that you'll keep in contact, but it wasn't going to be the same as being in the same room with eachother.

The two of you bid farwell to eachother and he left. You were alone again, you were friends with the other Nijisanji EN members but it was weird without Shu. Even tho you were with friends, you still felt alone. Since he left, you always went home more early cause it's just didn't feel right.

You eventually moved on with your life after a few months had passed, the two of you eventually fell apart and started speaking less and less with eachother.

It was another day in your life as you were just watching (Your fav streamer)'s stream as you heard a knock on your door. You turned your phone's volume down, cause you thought it was your neighbour who was going to complain about you watching the stream too loudly. Then you heard another knock so you put your phone down and went to the door. You opened the door and said "What?" from reflex. The person who was standing infront of you started laughing and then you realized who was standing infront of you.

"You never change do you." - he said as he wiped the tears from his eyes from the laughter. "So... did you miss me or you're just gonna stand there until the sun goes down?" - he asked as he opened his arms. You didn't really hesitate and jumped into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you as you burried your face into his neck.

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imaginecolby · 2 years ago

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quietly || c.b.

summary: you were the shy type, comparatively to colby’s social status. but he loved you no matter what.

requested by anonymous.

how you found yourself in the relationship you were in was confusing, but you were never one to complain. you were with someone who was very much in the spotlight, and had minimal privacy, which was the exact opposite of who you were. you were more the shy, quiet, reserved type, and how your boyfriend developed feelings for you was still a shock.

again, you were never one to complain.

you and colby had met a few years ago, quite literally bumping into each other at a coffee shop. your meeting felt like it was out of a tv show or work of fiction, as your drinks crushed between you and spilled onto the floor.

"oh god, i am so sorry." he said, embarrassed as the two of your picked the trash up from the floor. he turned to the barista and alerted them of the mess.

"no, i was on my phone and not paying attention. it's okay." you said, scooping trash into your hand before moving it to the can, barely looking up at the stranger.

you cleaned up as much of the trash as you could before someone came over to mop. you and colby apologized profusely for making a mess. they told you not to worry about it, and they were thankful you at least attempted to clean up some.

colby got back in line to reorder his drinks and insisted paying for another drink for you as well. you took him up on his offer, standing with him while you waited. you made idle and awkward conversation while you did so.

colby was seemingly a very nice man, and you were sure that your reluctance to answer his questions was pushing him away. but you didn't know how to hold conversation with strangers. you didn't want to seem to eager or accidentally overshare.

"im sorry for staining your shirt, but i hope this makes up for it a little bit." colby said, handing you your drink.

"it's okay. this is an old shirt anyway." you laughed, shrugging your shoulders. you exchanged your goodbyes and went on your way.

you and colby ended up crossing paths many times over the next few months. you realized quickly that you must've lived near each other, because you kept running into each other at restaurants and stores, and a couple more times at the same coffee shop.

all that to say that you and him had a very unusual start, but over the years you'd grown very close. you became quick friends and eventually began dating.

a few years into your relationship, you were out with colby, sam, and katrina, having been invited to a house party of some friends of theirs.

throughout the night, you and katrina hung out mostly with each other, as colby mingled with the guests, making small talk with some people he knew. after a while, he met you back in the kitchen, mixing both you and him fresh drinks.

"you enjoying yourself?" he asked you. you nodded, a small "mhm" escaping your lips.

"katrina and i have been talking to a bunch of people. katrina mostly, but im enjoying listening to the conversations." you said. you didn't want to admit it to him, but you were feeling a little overwhelmed with your surroundings, and wished you could call it a night and head home. he knew you wouldn't admit it, but he could tell that you were ready to go.

you watched as colby glanced down at his watch, noting the time. "we'll probably head out soon. sam and i will make the rounds, say bye, and i'll come find you." he said, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"i love you." you said quietly as he walked off.

he found sam and the two of them made their way around the house, wrapping up conversations and saying their good byes.

just as he was about to make his way back to you, colby heard someone calling his name. he turned to find some guy he'd met in the social media space maybe once or twice. definitely not someone he really considered a friend.

"hey, what's up man?" he asked, stopping at the guy who had called out to him. they talked for a little bit, exchanging pleasantries.

"so, i met your girl earlier." the guy said, his glance shifting towards the kitchen. colby followed his gaze and his eyes landed on you. his heart stuttered in his chest, just looking at you was enough to make him nervous.

"y/n." colby corrected, but the guy ignored him.

"is she always that quiet? it felt like she was judging me the whole time we were talking. it was kinda off-putting."

"she's quite shy, yes, but it normally doesn't take long for her to warm up to people. if you felt like she was judging you, then maybe that's on you." colby said with a shrug, walking away before the guy had another chance to speak. he made his way to the kitchen, meeting back up with you and katrina. sam had joined as well, and the four of you were ready to go.

once you got back home, you were in the bathroom getting ready for bed. you'd finished taking off your makeup and washing your face, and you moved to the closet to grab your pajamas. as you were changing, you heard colby walk into the bathroom.

"hey, who was that guy you were talking to just before we left? it looked like he said something that pissed you off." you asked. you stood behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"i dont even remember his name, i’ve only met him a couple other times. he said that he talked to you a little bit at some point during the night," his eyes met yours in the mirror and you nodded in confirmation, "and that it felt like you were judging him because of how quiet you were in the midst of the conversation."

"well, he did seem kinda douchey, so," you laughed quietly before moving to the bedroom.

"that's the same thing i told him. i told him that it normally doesn't take you long to warm up to people, and if he felt that way, then it was probably his own doing." colby said, climbing into bed next to you.

"i appreciate you defending my character." you said with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. you pulled him into your chest and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"i always will." he said, kissing you again. "i love you."

"i love you." you repeated. you turned your back to him as he pulled you into his chest, his lips pressing to your cheeks as he kissed you good night.

you wished that your demeanor didn't turn people, strangers especially, off from wanting to talk to you. but you appreciated that colby would always stick up for you.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction

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waterfire1848 · 5 months ago

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#8 Jin x Ty Lee

#22 Azula x Katara

Hello, anon!! Thanks for the ask!!

22 - two miserable people meeting at a wedding au

Katara stared into her empty wine glass. The drop of wine still left inside went side to side as Katara moved the glass. Somehow, even watching a drop of wine move was more entertaining than this wedding. There was no way Katara was going to say that out loud though. Not when it was her brother getting married. She was sitting at the family table, her parents dancing, and her brother and his new wife talking to the guests. It wasn't that Katara was angry about the wedding, not at all. She loved Suki and she knew she and Sokka were an amazing couple. It just sucked being the only single person at the family table now.

By this point, Katara had removed her heels and was just waiting for the clock to hit 9:30 so she could lie and say she had an important call in the morning so she had to go to bed early. It was 8:45 now, still a ways to go but not too far away. The 26 year old was content with just scrolling through her phone until she heard a voice behind her.

"That bored?" Katara didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.

Azula Agni.

Sokka must have invited her. He and her were pretty good friends in college and still stayed in contact even though she lived in the city. It wasn't that she and Azula didn't get along, it was just that they were always competing with each other. Whether it was in the classroom, a sports event, or even just seeing who could get somewhere faster, she and Azula were always competing.

When Katara turned around, her jaw almost dropped. Azula really cleaned up nice for her friend's wedding. She was wearing a floor length red dress, strapless, with her long black hair flowing down to her hips. Not to mention Sokka or Suki must have asked her to forgo straightening it because it possessed it's natural slight waves.

"Azula."

"Katara." Azula pulled out one of the chairs and took a seat, "I see you're just as bored as I am."

"What would give you that idea?" Katara asked.

"I saw you scrolling through Twitter." Azula explained.

"Fine. I'm bored. Happy?"

"Not particularly. Though it is nice to know someone is as miserable at this wedding as I am."

"You're miserable?" Katara asked.

"I am." She confirmed, "Despite our arguments, Sokka decided to invite my mother to this wedding as well." That seemed right. Whenever Sokka went to Zuko's house, he spoke to Ursa. They weren't friends in the same way he was friends with Zuko or Azula, but they were definitely close enough that Sokka might want to invite Ursa. Not to mention that Suki knew Ursa from her gym and they had met when Ursa stepped in to defend Suki against some creepy guy. Suki certainly had no problems with her coming.

"And it's been that bad?" Katara asked.

"That's a way to describe it." Azula grumbled, "Zuko told her I left the wedding so now she's searching the building and parking lot for me. I'd give myself half and hour or so before she eventually gives up. An hour if she tries to go back to the hotel room and see if I went there."

"She won't just try to call you?" Katara asked.

"Already thought of that. I gave her my phone before I 'disappeared' so she can't track or call me." Azula grinned, snagging a piece of fruit off Katara's plate.

"Impressive."

"I do what I can." Azula smirked, "So, why are you so miserable?"

"Just not that fun being single at your brother's wedding." Katara explained.

Azula nodded, "I can see that. So you're planning to sneak out?"

"Pretty much." Katara took a look at the clock again. 9 pm, "I'm sneaking out in half an hour. Do you want to come with me? Your mom would never look for you in my hotel room."

"That's true." Azula seemed to be considering Katara's words before landing on her choice, "Sure. So, I'm curious, why didn't you bring that one girl you're dating?"

"What girl?" Katara asked.

"That girl with the pirate earrings and horrible hair."

Katara's eyes widened with realization, "You mean Jiang? The earrings are a family heirloom and chose to shave her hair." Azula only rolled her eyes.

"I don't know what it is with you and dating bald people. Maybe try dating someone with hair next time."

"Ha-Ha. If you must know we broke up a month ago. She wanted to travel the world and I wanted to stay here to keep working." Katara explained, "We decided breaking up was better than long distance."

"You're not wrong." Azula admitted.

"You've tried long distance? No, let me say that another way. You've dated someone?"

"I'll have you know I've dated a lot of people." Azula said, trying to defend herself even though she knew she was stuck in a lie.

"Who?" Katara asked.

"Chan, Ty Lee, Zirin-"

"You kissed Chan once then made him run away because you sucked at flirting." Katara objected.

"How did you...."

"Zuko talks."

"I'm going to kill him."

"All I'm hearing is that we're level in terms how how many people we dated. Two and two." Katara pointed to herself then to Azula.

"Fair, but I did still try long distance with Zirin and that did not end well." Azula's tone has shifted by the end of her sentence so Katara gave her a confused face, "She cheated on me."

"Oh! I'm sorry." Katara whispered. She could practically hear Sokka in her head telling her that this is why she had to learn to not get involved in everything.

"Not your fault. You didn't make her cheat. Bottom line, long distance sucks." Azula said.

"Did you come alone tonight?" Katara asked.

Azula nodded, "Zirin and I broke up a few months ago and I wasn't ready to date for a while and, by the time I was, it was too late to invite anyone to a wedding." She explained.

“At least we got each other. Better than being alone.”

“By a small percent but I guess.” That earned Azula a small wack from the woman, “Okay. Talking to you is better than being alone.”

“Thank you.”

Silence filled the air between them for a few minutes, neither knowing exactly what to say or do in the moment, until a slow dance song came on.

“Katara!” Kanna called, “Come to the dance floor.”

“Oh, no, Gran Gran, I really don’t think-“

“Come on. You need to have some fun. Get up and dance a little.” Kanna gave Katara one of those looks that just screamed that if she didn’t get up she was getting dragged to the dance floor by her ear.

“Okay, okay.” Kanna seemed pleased enough by the response and left, “Let’s go.”

“What is this let’s go? I have no grandparents forcing me to the dance floor.” Azula said.

“No. You have me. Come with me or I call Ursa and tell her where you are.” Azula’s face turned to a scowl, as if her expression alone would make Katara change her mind, when it didn’t she let out a sigh, “Fine.”

The two woman ended up somewhere off the right side of the dance floor. Thankfully, both had experience dancing before thanks to different events so the dancing wasn’t all that difficult. What was difficult was hearing romantic music playing while having to stare into each other’s eyes.

“Your eyes are really golden.” Katara whispered.

“Thanks.” Azula felt a blush cover her face, "Your eyes are very blue. Careful, someone might get lost in them the same way they could get lost at sea and drown in an endless ocean never to be seen again... because your eyes are so blue."

Katara just stared at her, looking shocked. Who said that? What did you say in response to that? It left Katara confused, but, if she was being honest, also flattered and feeling warm inside. Despite it's odd delivery, Azula had just called her eyes beautiful. Wait. Azula did that mean Azula called her beautiful?

"Wait...Was that you trying to flirt?" Katara braced herself for Azula to laugh. To push her away and say no, asking where she had gotten that idea from. To roll her eyes and say she was just being nice.

She didn't expect Azula to blush even harder, "And if I was?" She asked, "Didn't know that was illegal."

"It's not. I just never suspected you'd want to flirt with me."

"And, now that I have, what will you do?" Azula asked, an eyebrow raised almost like she was already judging Katara's choice before she had even made one.

"I'll have to flirt back." Katara smirked.

"Now that I'd like to see." Azula rested her forehead against Katara's, "But can we do this in your hotel room because my mom just walked in."

Sokka and Suki, who had taken a moment to sit down and rest, had been talking with one another when Katara and Azula ran past them out of the room, holding hands. Suki groaned, handing Sokka twenty dollars.

"Never bet against me."

"They weren't supposed to get together until after the ceremony."

"I told you. I know my sister. She can never stay quiet about her feelings and Azula can't stop herself from being the world's worst awkward person when she sees a cute girl."

"And sending your grandmother over to make Katara dance?" Suki asked, "That somehow wasn't cheating?"

Sokka's eyes widened. He did not know Suki saw him do that, "Split the money."

Suki gently pushed Sokka's face towards her, "Deal." She whispered before kissing her new husband.

#azutara #azula #katara #kazula #ask #anon #suki #sokka #sukka #send me a ship and a number and I'll write for it

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unluckiestmember · 2 years ago

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Intimate Moments (Arcane Edition)

Summary: The most intimate and emotional moment during sex you’ve had with the main Arcane characters!

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Viktor and Silco

Warning: NSFW for sexual themes and suggestive themes. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: A compilation from my last account and one of my personal favorite imagines/headcanons. Enjoy!

Jinx

It was your first time having sex with her. She didn’t really know what she was doing, but Jinx being Jinx, dived head first. Literally. She thinks she’s seen and been to heaven when she’s between your legs. The feeling of her on you in such a position made you moan out her name.

Not Jinx. But Powder.

Jinx stares up at you and you already know you made a mistake. No one calls her Powder, not even Silco! Unless you have a death wish, you should keep that name out of your mouth!

You stare down at her blue eyes expecting a scowl or a roar! But you were shocked when she whispered to you,

“Say it... Say it again.”

So you say it. “Powder.”

“Say it again.”

“Powder.”

“Please say it again.”

“Powder...”

You experience the best orgasm in your life, having the loose cannon below pleasure you like there was no tomorrow. She let her tongue work wonders and picked up her pace, taking in all of you in her mouth. When you came, Jinx cleaned you up and even pleasured you a little more, causing your eyes to roll back in eternal bliss.

She could tell you were finished for now so she pulled herself up to cuddle into your side. It took you a minute until you realized she cried to sleep. Not tears of anger or sorrow. But of joy.

Ever since, you are the only one who can call her Powder.

Vi is a wild animal in bed.

She’ll throw you down and waste no time to fuck your brains out for simple pleasure.

But one day, during a steamy make out session, you stopped to kiss down on her bandaged knuckles.

She’s taken a back for a minute.

Why would you do that?

You keep kissing on her knuckles without a care in the world. “Stop it,” She told you, trying her best to pull away from you. But you hold her softly. “Y/N, stop it...” She keeps fighting back for a minute, but eventually stops.

The brute breaks in your arms. How could you do that? How could you love someone who’s ruined so many lives with those fists of hers? It was impossible, wasn’t it? But you told her the answer to her worries and questions with a single glance into her gray eyes.

‘No.’

That night, you two had sex as usual, but this was more personal. More intimate. Vi took more gentle strokes and eased into picking up her speed and slamming harder on you.

She screams and moans your name like a prayer, countlessly says she loves you, feeling like any moment you will disappear. Though the way your hands relaxed on her hips and drew circles along her waist said otherwise.

The two of you came together before sleeping in each other’s arms. She could get used to sensual sex like that…

Caitlyn Kiramman

Innocent little Caitlyn.

Why are there barely any headcanons for Caitlyn? I-

Caitlyn was a classy woman, so sex was never really on her mind. It still wasn’t when you guys started dating. But you both knew you had to get things over with eventually. So one evening, Caitlyn dragged you to her room to try it.

The both of you were super awkward, especially the female enforcer. She would always ask in between actions “Are you okay? Is this right? Should it be the other way?” Bless her soul.

All around, everything was going well.

Until it was time to get naked. When it came her turn to feel pleasure, she didn’t do anything.

She hung her head low to the ground almost in disappointment. She stared down at her body. Thoughts lingered in her head; ‘What if I’m not beautiful to Y/N? What if I make a fool out of myself?’

Before she could ask herself any more questions, you rid her of her worries with sweet kisses. With every piece of clothing thrown on the floor, you whisper out, “You’re so precious. You look like an angel. Oh, I love you so much.”

You almost broke her down with every kiss you placed to mark her body. Your lips graced on her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her chest and finally her core. Oh, you loved everything about her.

You started to eat her, licking inside her folds at an average pace and flicking your tongue on her clit.

In a matter of seconds, her hands are lost in your hair, pushing your head closer to her to feel all of your tongue inside of her. Her moans clouded the room long after she came in your mouth. Pulling up, you both had lust in your eyes and could tell the night was still young…

Let’s just say she eventually screamed your name to the heavens long into the night and she realized two things; Sex with you was the best! And she was beautiful.

Ekko

Ekko has always been a bit of a wild boy when it came to having sex with you. It’s why you two were together to begin with.

He can be playful some nights, chuckling with you when he messes up something. Rough when he just really wants you. And romantic when you just need to know he cares about you.

One night the two of you were just having the time of your lives. He was slamming into you from behind, groaning out, “You like that, huh? Yeah, go ahead and scream my name, baby.” And boy did you love it.

Just feeling him stretch you out and pound deeper and faster in you was like euphoria. You found yourself screaming at the top of your lungs, “Ah, yes! Right there! Fuck, I love you, Ekko!”

You didn’t want it to stop, but soon the movement had slowed and the grip on your thighs loosened. You felt your body turning now to face the leader of the firelights panting down at you. “You love me,” He questioned, his brown eyes glistening in the moonlight full of hesitant awe.

Did you say you loved him? You never told him because you were scared of getting attached. He was the leader of a cause and lived in Zaun. Any minute he could be taken from you, so you tried not to get attached. Yet you said you loved him, whether it be out of lust or love wasn’t important. You said the sacred three words to him.

In that moment, you were sure as he began to stroke inside of you again, you didn’t see a warrior. You saw your boyfriend, your best friend, your everything.

He must have seen that in you too because he started to dig deeper in you, continuously hitting your g-spot with smooth strokes. His arms wrapped around you tightly, groaning at the feeling of a climax approaching him.

Together in a sea of utter pleasure, the both of you came together before relaxing in each other’s embrace under the shine of the midnight moon.

You slept well that night in his arms, letting him hold onto you with the mindset of if he let you go, you wouldn’t come back.

No matter what, after that day, you both say I love you at least once a day.

Viktor

My everything next to Jinx.

You and Viktor have been partners for a long time in Piltover, working on projects together when he wasn’t accompanied by Jayce. Though you two never started to officially date because hexcore was more important, even if deep down you two wanted to become an item.

Well, the thing about humans is that they don’t know how precious people are until they almost lose them.

Viktor found himself having a particularly horrible week; The hexcore may have fixed him, but took away a close friend. He may have almost stopped an incoming war, but he ended up losing some close allies due to the bombing on the council’s headquarters.

He had thought he lost you when the city went into lockdown due to the commotion. Thank the gods he found you that night safe and sound at your home.

Thank the gods he was safe too.

That following night, the two of you met one another at your home, where he knocked on your door. Your eyes connected with his amber eyes, and you were sure they screamed one thing; ‘I need you’.

In a matter of seconds, you two synchronized like gears to slam each others’ lips onto one another. Moving in rhythm, bodies danced through the dimly lit house towards your bedroom, where the scientist pushed you down on your comforter and wasted no time to rid himself of your clothes.

You did the same, though you found it cute and amusing that he was apologizing for his ‘inappropriate’ actions. You showed it was okay when you slammed your lips onto his again and felt yourself yearning for him.

You two grinded on each other, letting your lower bodies explore one another through groans and moans. The entire night, you two were one. Nothing else mattered when you found Viktor cumming inside of you and placing your hand gently onto your cheek.

You two stared at one another desperately before you heard the man speak in his native tongue, “я люблю тебя так сильно.”

You never questioned what that meant, but when you two started dating, he made it an effort to always tell you “I love you so much.”

Silco

As long as you’ve been dating the crime lord of Zaun, you knew damn well that Silco was not an emotional guy. No one has ever seen him let out his feelings to people, not even Jinx.

If he did ever give into his emotions, it would be out of anger, but never out of love.

He only ever saw sex as something done to relieve stress, kind of like you. You were his bitch anyways, nothing more.

That’s why he would always fuck your brains out, slamming his cock inside of you through your mouth or lower end with one goal in mind; To forget about the world and please himself for once in his god awful life.

However, one evening when he was railing deep inside of you on your desk, something was different to say the least. He wasn’t fucking you like a mad man. He wasn’t calling you degrading names and growling like an animal. Instead, his strokes were sensual and careful.

That was new. Was he sick? It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it. But why was he doing this?

You reach up to touch his face where his scar was and the man had froze up. You wanted to ask what the hell was going on. Where was the man who would pound you senseless?

Instead of being given an answer, his orange and blue eyes just pierced down at you before he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Through those eyes, you had seen the man you once knew. A man who was calculating, but somewhat compassionate. A man who just wanted the best for him and his brother. A man once had big dreams he wanted to accomplish with you by his side.

He always said that naïve brat was gone, but you always knew he was in there. That’s why you had no issue with this new version of him. It’s why you never batted an eye at his scarred eye. As a matter of fact, you adored it. You adored him.

With the feeling of your lips crashing slowly into his, Silco began to fuck you as usual. His strokes only picked up after a moment of your moans colliding in your mouth.

Before you knew it, he came hard and deep inside of you, making you scream out his name before relaxing a bit. Now panting hard on his desk, you stared up at Silco, finding him panting along with you. He eventually pulled away to sit in his chair.

You don’t know why he apologized or what happened that night, but from that day forward, Silco was more open to showing his appreciation for you…

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