#the last one ain’t working and I don’t know way and it annoyes me very much

[l0veyourselfirst]

SIMONE ASHLEY + 2023 insp.

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: billy butcher, hughie campbell, frenchie, mothers milk, kimiko, and soldier boy

↳ warnings: canon type violence and happenstances. hinted to take place during season three at some points.

↳ notes: sorry butcher is in here so much. he's the kind of guy that can't shut the fuck up, so i feel like he's always getting in everyone business no matter what

↳ song: rock me like a hurricane—scorpions

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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

• He has mixed feelings about you

• On one hand, you’re a great team player. Always making sure the job gets done, willing to put yourself on the line for the team, one of the most willing to kill a supe in a snap—second only to him—and always managing to make shit up on the fly whenever something inevitably goes wrong on a mission. Butcher has seen you fend off an entire team of armed Vought men before with nothing but a well timed lie and piece of pipe. That’s not something to scoff at, even if he does anyways

• But on the other hand, he has a feeling that you were just as much as an annoying shit as he acted sometimes

• “Sorry to say this guys—“ You said one night through the food in your mouth as Chinese takeout sat on a dirty table in front of you, curtesy of M.M and his pocketbook, “—but I think I’d betray you all for a fortune cookie. I’d betray my country for a fortune cookie.”

• "You say that like we ain’t already betrayin’ the cunts, sunshine.” Butcher eyed you from across the room as you nicked Frenchies own cookie from him while he was staring off at Kimiko for the tenth time that night

• “Too right, Butch.” You grinned like a shark at your idiotic nickname for him, and he ignored you as you did so; like he always did

• He definitely appreciates your enthusiasm behind his plans. Unlike Hughie or M.M, who despite working in the business of taking down supes seem to be hesitant about doing too much shit, you don’t seem to have a very strong moral code. That’s not necessarily a good thing in anyone’s eyes except for Butcher’s, who knows that he can always count on you to have his back in whatever situation he manages to squeeze himself into

• “Thanks for comin’.” He grunted at you while vomiting into a toilet, green bile spewing from his mouth. Butcher’s eyes burned with the urge to let out a laser beam, and he did so for a moment, splitting the porcelain throne we was leaning over in two

• “Want me to hold your hair back for you, honey?” You didn’t even miss a beat to start making fun of his situation, which made Butcher growl at you even from his current position. Despite your sarcastic demeanor in the moment, and the way he had just scorched an unexpected hole through the shitty bathroom, Butcher knew you’d help, no questions asked. And that’s exactly what you did, grabbing whatever he asked you to as he gave you a run down on the latest solo mission he had been attempting to get by with on his own

• “Jesus, poor Gunpowder huh?” You mused as you crossed your arms and leaned on the sink above him. For a moment Butcher thought you were granting the dead supe a bit of sympathy before he saw the glint in your eyes. “If the last thing I saw before I kicked it was your mug, I’d probably wanna get it over with yeah?”

• “Do me a favor. Go grab the toaster in the other room an’ take a nice bath with it, would ya?”

• “You first, Butcher.”

𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥

• The two of you are like peas in a pod. Two very weird, very cautious peas in a pod

• Even if Butcher is beside himself with annoyance at having another, as he put it, “soft cunt with a morality complex,” join the team, Hughie couldn’t be happier that someone seems to share his values on supes, on Vought; on the world, really

• In the first season or so, the two of you would probably spend a lot of time in between working with everyone else in the field to come up with a way to take Vought down the right way. Eventually,as we all know, that later falls apart, but it exhilarates Hughie to know that there’s people out there like him that want to try and put in the effort for things like that

• “Yeah, so if we can get one more witness about the Termite incident to come forward and testify—“ You bit your pen between your teeth and nodded as Hughie waved his hands over a stack of papers and talked at a million miles an hour, somehow understanding each and every word.

• “—then we could finally take a supe down legally. And that would make way for a whole round of others; Hughie you’re a genius.” You finished his sentence for him, slapping a hand down on the table with a grin as Hughie smiled. Somewhere in the distance someone snorted wryly, no doubt having heard the entire conversation. You had no doubt it was Butcher, but that didn’t matter to the either of you with how happy you were at the revelation. No matter how temporary it would turn out to be

• Hughie finds himself trusting you quite a bit. He can get attached pretty easily, so he finds himself willing to do anything to back you up—within reason of course. He still has some semblance of sanity left

• Listens to Billy Joel with you! Doesn’t matter if you all are coming back from a mission covered in blood—once it was whale guts—he will stick one earbud in and leave the other out for you as he presses play on a mix. More than once the others have found both of you passed out and snoring as the faint sound of Billy Joel plays through the headphones

• “Think we should wake them up, mon amie?” Frenchie tilts his head as he looks down on the both of you. Hughie chest rises and falls with a softness he couldn’t afford on the regular. You were positioned far away from him to have your back to him, somehow keeping your end of the earbud in as you drooled

• “Nah, let em sleep. God knows they need it.” M.M shook his head with crossed arms, the sight reminding him of better times

• “Oi! Stop ogling at the knackered sods and come help me with this, would ya?”

• “Fuck you, Butcher.” M.M said with a sigh, leaving the room to go and help anyway

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞

• He fucks with you so hard

• I mean, come on, someone that’s as excited about making bombs as he is? Someone that is willing to understand French? To shit talk everyone else to their face—especially Butcher?? He might have to marry you on the spot

• Please learn French. He will literally beg you to start. Conjugates, vocabulary, even a simple ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. Anything at all. Will absolutely not judge you for your horrific accent or pronunciation if you have any

• Bomb lessons on the side, too. If you already know the basics, or are a pro, it’ll be a lot more breezy, but he’s willing to start from scratch. It’ll be nice to have a partner to help him with his creations on the team for once, and even better since he likes you

• The two of you, and Kimiko obviously, are practically joined at the hip. What I said about the shit talking earlier was real, too. All of you use different languages or sign to voice whatever you’re thinking. It’s nice to be able to speak your mind freely, and there’s the added bonus of not having M.M give you that sharp look of his, or Butcher calling you names. Anymore than usual, that is

• “What do you reckon the three of ‘em are always on about?” Butcher took a swig from his drink. He was sitting next to Hughie with a beer on one of their down days as the younger man typed away on a computer. He was watching you Frenchie and Kimiko from across the room as you all signed at each other with giant smiles on your face. Frenchie would speak occasionally, but all that came out was his mother tongue, and your face would pause for a moment as you let your brain process what he was saying. Then all of you would break out into another round of grins, something that Butcher had to deadpan at

• “Probably planning a coup.” Hughie answered Butcher without even looking up from his screen. He knew who he was talking about anyways. It wasn’t hard to guess thanks, to the occasional loud exclamation from Frenchie as you signed something particularly risqué or funny

• Butcher flitted his eyes away in annoyance from you all after he recognized the word ‘cunt’ in the passing conversation, along with a sign that was clearly supposed to represent him

• “I think at this poin’ I’d prefer tha’.” He grumbled into his cup, and all of you laughed

• “Cheer up, Butcher. At least Frenchie isn’t teaching them how to make homemade cherry bombs again.”

• “Shut up.”

𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤

• Finally. Someone other than him can be the voice of reason in the group

• It’s tiring being the one to hold everyone together all of the time. It might help if Butcher wasn’t so much of an ass, or if Hughie didn’t feel the need to derail every plan with thoughts of his own, but M.M knew that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. So he’d take any help he could get with reigning everyone in

• Definitely bonds with you over your shared habit of wearing band t-shirts to meetups or hideouts. I’d like to imagine that at one point the both of you show up wearing the exact same one, and it goes exactly how one would expect

• “Same shirt.” M.M notices one morning, pointing at your torso with the initials N.W.A written over it. He’s smiling, and so are you as what he’s wearing in turn dawns on you

• “Same shirt!! Hell yeah.”

• Fist bumps. Fist bumps galore, man. The two of you fist bump a lot. To punctuate sentences, drive a point home, agree on stuff—anything. It’s your own way of communicating with each other without having to bat an eye

• It’ll take M.M a while, but eventually he’ll start to really open up about missing his family to you. Beyond just showing you pictures of his daughter at soccer practice, I mean. If he trusts you enough to have his back in a shoot out, then he trusts you with this

• At one point, it goes farther than his (regrettably ex) wife and daughter, and eventually branches out into what he’s willing to tell about his dad and brothers. You feel like you know all of them by the time he’s done, and that only makes the typewriter story hit harder when he finally decides to reveal it

• Let’s just say you were pretty willing to jump Soldier Boy on M.M’s half the first time you were left in a room with them

• “Just one swing I swear—“

• “He will literally beat you into a pulp.” M.M deadpanned, doing his best to avoid looking at the other imposing figure in the room as he clasped two hands on either of your shoulders

• “Listen to your friend, sweetheart. Would hate to have to scrub my hands clean of any of your blood. Getting under the fingernails is always hard.”

• “See what I mean, just one punch that’s all—“

• “No.”

𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨

• It’s honestly great for her to be able to hang around someone that feels the same way that she does. Maybe it’s how silent you are that really draws her attention at first, but Kimiko really grows to appreciate you as a member of the team

• Probably gets a lot of joy from having a friend like you. She constantly asks to do things like have you watch movies with her or to do ‘sleepovers,’ which are really just the two of you crashing on the main room couch together

• She never got a chance at a normal childhood or friends, so you and Frenchie are the closest she gets to a peace of mind

• Not even a question about it, she’s making you learn her sign language

• Will stare at you for days on end, saying nothing but everything at the same time until you agree to learn. Once you do, it’s all over. She gets the biggest most happiest look anyone ever seen, and there’s no turning back from that

• “Kimiko, what are you doing. It’s two in the morning.” You groan at her from under the thin covers of your bed, doing your best to ignore her hands as they fly about. It’s the childish equivalent of ‘if I can’t see you, you can’t see me’

• ‘No time to sleep. We have to go over stuff before the mission tomorrow. It will help us communicate.’ She was unnerved by your lack of enthusiasm. If anything it only spurred her on more, shaking your bed and pulling at your covers as you groaned. Even with the progress you had been making with signing over the past few weeks, your knowledge was still a bit shaky, and being half asleep didn’t help, so you only caught a few words. Enough to know what she wanted, however

• “Go away, Kimiko.” You whined. The shaking stopped, and for a moment you thought your request had worked. You were more than happy to fall back into whatever dream you had been having beforehand

• Then you heard the rushing of feet and a large weight slammed onto your legs

• “Goddamnit!—“

• Frenchie found the both of you the next morning; Kimiko looking bright eyed and bushy-tailed while you were practically falling asleep from where you sat. It was a teasing point for you over the next two weeks

• Between you, there’s moments like that where, despite Kimiko’s silence and your habit to keep your thoughts to yourself, nothing ever goes unseen or unsaid. The two of you know each other like the back of your hands, and sometimes you wonder if you’d even need her sign to communicate

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬: 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲

• If the saying ‘this town ain't big enough for the both of us’ could apply here, it absolutely would

• It’s almost ironic how bad Soldier Boy handles another version of himself. You’ve got just as much snark and anger as him, and it pisses him the hell off. Constantly.

• Maybe it’s because you didn’t fan boy over him as soon as he flashed a few cheesy lines that keeps his disdain for you boiling, or that you didn’t keep your distance when he threatened to eradicate your entire bloodline if you didn’t stop running your mouth at him

• “Need help with that?” He cocks a brow at you one day, watching with poorly hidden annoyance as you struggle to tie a knot in your shoes for the fifth time in a minute. The offer isn’t serious, and even if it was, he has no doubt you wouldn’t hesitate to kick him in the face if he bent down to tie your shoe for you

• “Need help taking my dick down your throat?” You parroted back at him while raising your voice in a false-happy tone. Finally you get the shoestrings to cooperate, completely missing the way Soldier Boy glows in a harsh warning at your attitude

• “Ladies, ladies, you’re both pretty.” Butcher calls from the room over, no doubt tired of the bickering between the two of you that had been nonstop for the past few days. “Let’s get a move on before one of you decides to claw the others bloody eyes out, yeah?”

• The fact that you’re not even a supe just ticks him off more. Only a few people have ever pushed his buttons like this, most of them being supes, and they always ended up being nothing but red paste in the next few minutes

• You make sure to point it out to him several times that you’re just acting like he always does, making sure to don a shit eating grin when he clenches his fist at your comment

• Please for the love of everything that’s holy tone it the fuck down. Some people may say that Soldier Boy has no self-control, but it sure is taking a whole lot of it not to kick you in the crotch as hard as possible

• “The feelings mutual.” You deadpan at him when he eventually shares that fantasy out loud. He knew full well that if you even so much as tried that, you’d end up with a broken ankle and your front pinned to the closest brick wall, but he had no doubts that you would go for it anyway

• Seriously. How has he not murdered you in your sleep yet

[thunderousavery]

Ocean-Blue Eyes Pt. 1 (Ghost x M!Reader)

A/N: Was bored thinking about dicks and masked men, so I thought of making a little story about one of my cutie patooties. This will have an eventual smut, I swear it's evident in the writing. I'm so bad at this though, so bear with it a little.

Summary: You're the Ghost and Soap duo's favorite bartender. You're harboring a secret crush for Ghost, and well, Soap annoys you about it. Main Pairing: Ghost x M!Reader Warnings: Cursing. More cursing. Vulgarity. And Soap being an annoying mohawk rat for the reader's taste.

Midnight of April. Saturday. A gentle warm breeze of the summer wafts in the air.

I work as a bartender at a little club in town somewhere in South America. I don’t know, but I like my job. It’s what kept me in a stable life nowadays, and I haven’t run into any financial problems with it. I please customers, and they give me tips; very opportunistic work if I could say so myself.

“The usual?” I asked my long-time customer and friend as he greets me with that charming smile of his before sitting down at the bar counter. I know his drink was more of a hard Scotch mix that I never make for others, so it’s pretty much very easy to remember.

He nods, setting his cap down, and ran a hand through his mohawk hair. “Aye. Ya know me so well, lad.”

I chuckled softly while preparing his drink, grabbing a few bottles of beverages from the liquor cabinet as I spoke, “It’s because you’re the only one who drinks shit like this, man.”

“Hey! It’s a specialty from Scotland. It ain’t shit,” he retorted, shooting me a playful glare.

“It’s shit. I tried it once, and it tasted like dog piss and water from the the fucking Amazon”

“Hey, now that’s just rude!” He pouts.

It’s always like this whenever Soap comes to the bar after a long day from military work; banters and laughter with him and a couple of shots of his shitty drink. We’ve been friends since he came here two months ago, and I have to admit that he’s grown on me for some time. He tells good stories, encourages other customers to buy drinks (especially his weird concoction that he keeps forcing me to make), and he also looks after me when I feel down.

He’s one good friend, I’d give him that. But I never get any other ideas than that.

Soap’s cute, but not cute enough for me to spread my legs for. That’s a gay shit that I won’t cross the line. Personality and appearance are both a big fucking check for an annoying Scotsman like him, but I don’t like him more than as a friend.

... Well, except for his ‘other’ friend.

“So, where’s Mr. Blue Eyes?” I asked with a soft smirk as I try to hide the eagerness in my voice while wiping the countertop.

“Ghost? He’ll be here soon,” he replies before taking a swig from his drink. He raised an eyebrow and broke into a mischievous grin. “Why ya lookin’ for him? Gonna fuck him with yer eyes again?”

I felt my cheeks erupt in red at his vulgarity before looking away and groaning in annoyance. “I-I’m not...” I trailed off, can’t seem to think of a good retort to that. Damn him.

“Oh, admit it, lad. Yer stares are enough to undress him well, and he hates getting cold. He gets all grumpy when that happens.” Soap chuckled.

“I-I wasn’t staring!” I tried defending myself, but I know it was no use.

“And ya know what they say? Denial is a river in Egypt, baby.” He grinned as he made the innuendo gesture on his hands, his finger pushing in and out on a little hole he made with his other hand. “He likes angry fuck, by the way.”

This is why he’s better off as my friend. We don’t take each other seriously, and he’s a fucking bully to me when it comes to my crush on his friend, Ghost.

Yeah, I like his friend. And yeah, Ghost is the type of guy that I’d spread my legs for if he allows me to. With just a single look from his piercing blue eyes, I’d call him ‘Daddy’ and beg for him in obedience. Gosh, I don’t even remember the last time I got laid.

But I’m not admitting that out loud. I learned my mistake by telling Soap, and he won’t stop being a bitch to me about it.

“Fuck you. I’m putting rat poison in your drink next time and I’d play that Ratatouille theme when you die.” I shoot Soap a glare while threatening to throw the dirty towel on his face as he held his hands up.

“Hey, quit it, (Y/N). No one’s poisoning anyone’s drink tonight.” A familiar gruff voice with a strong British accent vibrated in the air.

...

...

... Holy fucking twat, it’s Ghost! And he’s walking up here wearing something that I've never seen him wear before!

His typical skull-faced balaclava was on, but he was wearing a dark green sleeveless shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. With the way he moved and dressed like a fucking macho man, I could see every muscle on his tattooed arms flex. He has some light scarlet burn scars on the skin of his right shoulder, but it didn’t lower the fondness I felt for him at all.

He looks so scrumptious right now, and the way his ocean-blue eyes looked at me sternly makes me want to take a dive and drown in them.

“... You’re doing it again.” Soap decided to pop my thought bubbles and laughed.

“What’s he doing again?” Ghost asked him, clearly in confusion as he sits down and looked at me once more with curiosity.

“I-I’m not doing anything, Soap. Damn it...” I cursed under my breath as I busied myself again to wipe the countertop that I and Soap knows was already clean. I couldn’t look at Ghost; I’d fucking die and let the ground swallow me whole.

Soap continued to laugh it off before sipping on his drink one last time before he handed his mug to me, gesturing for one more. I could only glare at him silently before sighing and taking his mug to prepare his shitty drink again.

This night’s going to be a disaster...

Ghost eyed me for a bit before he pulled out his wallet and put some cash on the counter. “Scotch on ice, mate.”

“That same plain shit again? I swear, ya have sum boring taste buds, LT.” Soap chuckles as he took a sip.

“Shut it, Johnny. I’m just making it easy for the lad, unlike you who always wants some fucking weird shits in your drink.” Ghost snorted, and gosh how I’m proud to hear him put his friend in his place. He’s so aggressively British, I’d let him talk me down and destroy me—

“Eh, but why’d ya put for more than one glass? Tipping him the extra?”

... Huh?

I looked at the counter, and I had to blink a few times before I could register the fact in my head that there are a couple of dollars sitting right there. Even at this distance, I can already count that it can afford more than one shot of Scotch on ice. Not only another one but probably a couple more.

“I-I...” I gulped softly as I looked into Ghost’s piercing blue eyes that could stare right at my soul. “You... You’re tipping too much—”

“It ain’t. Have a drink of your own and join us.” If he ain’t smirking behind that intimidating mask of his, I’m having doubts now because of how his chuckle gruffly vibrated from his chest. “Or, it can be a tip if you wanna be boring, mate. You don’t seem to look too busy, though.”

It’s more than enough for one drink!

... However, there’s a bar policy; never drink with the customers. No matter how convincing they are or they offered to pay, never ever drink with them. Never entertain them too much because work always comes first. Failing to uphold this, you’ll find your last cut of salary and letter of expulsion in the boss’s office the next morning.

...

... I’m just kidding. There’s no bullshit like that here. This is the best workplace that I’ve ever been in.

“Yeah, and there ain’t even a single customer here other than us, lad.” Soap agreed, nodding with a soft hum.

“That’s because it’s only an hour before closing time.” I shook my head and chuckled. “But sure, I can join you guys.” I grabbed a glass for myself along with a couple of beverages and some lime. I made my favorite cocktail mix; Moscow Mule.

Who would’ve thought I’d get to have an excuse to drink with my British military soldier crush? Aren’t I so lucky?

“That’s the spirit.” Ghost lifts his mask a little, just enough to reveal his stubbled square chin and plump lips as he takes a sip from his Scotch. And, oh my god, I swear there was a damn smirk on his lips just before they touched the fucking edge of the glass.

Does he even eat ass with that mouth of his? I wonder.

“If stares could kill, someone could become a bloody murderer now.”

The impeccability of this fucking mohawk rat to just outright say such words is so darn bad, I just want to shove a whole empty bottle of Scotch up to his fucking ass. I glared at him silently while I finished making my drink, thinking carefully if I should throw a lime at his face and hope it would catch on his fucking eye.

“... So,” I spoke, trying to make a small conversation rather than having another banter with Soap. “When are you guys going on your next mission?”

“Classified detail.” Soap snickered when I gave him another deathly glare. But then he eventually answered, “In two days, I guess.”

“I see...” So, I only got two days left to get laid by some British hunk? “And you’ll come back in?”

“Depends on it, lad.” Ghost answered this time, and he didn’t bother to slide his mask back on to cover the lower half of his face. Thank goodness for that. “If we’re lucky and Soap doesn’t fuck up a single time, then we’re back in two days after as well.”

“Hey, I don’t fuck up on missions!” Soap pouts like a fucking rat, I swear it’s damn annoying.

But I like these two’s dynamics. A lieutenant and a sergeant. They look so close like two brothers with different blood and origin, and I remember Soap telling me some stories about how he hates Ghost but likes him at the same time. They respect each other at work, but Soap says he will always find time to annoy his lieutenant at some point. Typical brothers, I guess.

“—And they said Gaz would be... (Y/N)?” Ghost’s voice snapped me back to reality when his words trailed off and mentioned my name. He looked at me with a soft frown on his lips along with a concerned look in his eyes. “You okay, mate? You’re staring off.”

“O-Oh... Uh, y-yeah... I’m fine.” I smiled sheepishly before taking a sip from my drink. I didn’t bother to look at Soap because I know he had a damn smirk on his face right now.

“... If you say so.” He sighed before setting his glass down and put his shoulders on the counter, leaning forward a bit. “Enough about our work. I wanna know something more about you.”

If I still had my drink in my throat, I would’ve spat it out, probably aiming at Soap’s face. “W-What? U-Uh... What do you want to know about me?” I gave Soap a quick glare to make sure he doesn’t speak any dirty side comments.

“Hmm...” He rubbed his chin for a moment before he spoke. “... Are you hitting on Johnny here?”

...

“... Wait, what?” My eyes widened as the size of saucer plates. Did I... hear that correctly? I’m pretty sure he asked if I was hitting on—

“Hold up, why’d ya even think the lad’s hitting on me?” Soap laughed obnoxiously, almost tipping over from his seat as he found it also surprising that Ghost would jump to that conclusion. “I’m pretty sure that’s not the case, LT.”

“Then, why does he keep looking at you like you’re some piece of meat?” Ghost grinned.

I swear this is not the right time to show your pearly white teeth, Ghost! Oh my god, what has the world fallen into? I know Soap and I know that I’m already being obvious with my little gestures and looks to Ghost for quite a while now, but why the hell would he think I’m hitting on Soap all this time?!

Hasn’t he seen my heart eyes whenever I look at him? Hasn’t he seen the way I’d smile charmingly for him just to notice me? Like, what the actual fuck?! He was thinking I’m hitting on this fucking mohawk rat?!

I blushed softly nonetheless mostly because I’m finally running out of patience and sanity. “I-I... No, I’d never—”

“He’s hitting on you, LT.”

That was the last straw.

“Alright, where’s the fucking knife?!”

A/N: Will post part 2 as soon I finish it. Love lots :))

[dontspillthefrijoles43]

Can I take care of you? (Drabble #2)

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Nothing major, just fluff and self care, haircare, Attempted use of he/they pronouns( writing practice)

(A/N: Thought of this after rush of finales week- 0 stars would not recommend exams. But just the thought of hair care, plus this very canon divergence with Leo character description, and boom this comes along.

Btw the pictures are all from pintrest, I edited the last one bc i don’t know how old it is and I want to respect op privacy. It is one of my references for Leo character design. I am inconsistent with a face claim.

Anyways, I'm still editing the new chapter before I post, hoping to get it out soon asp. Hope you all enjoy this small fic.)

Likes 💟, Reblogs🔁, and comments 💬 are very much appreciated

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“Can I do your hair?” The question comes out of nowhere.

Leo paused mid-way through equations he had been scribbling for hours on. Maybe if Annabeth had considered a little bit of realistic psychics instead of complex design, but that’s beside the point.

He considers. Trying to understand. What’s wrong with his hair? Why is she asking? I mean it’s been a couple of days or two since they sat down and did a routine. 

“Umn…I dunno Cariño. I mean I just got this last equation. If I lose track I could…” They start, but can see her face shift. A mild annoyance. Is she mad at him? His lips thinned a bit. “I mean, I don't know if you want to get through all the frizz and tangles. Plus I have a bit of a tender scalp and all. And I know I’m not real good with sitting still—“

“Hey,” Breisa interrupts with a small breath, holding onto his swivel chair. Trying to break through all his word stream. “I’m only asking if you want to. You don’t have to.” She’s holding his jaw, stroking his cheek gently with her thumbs.

“Ya se.” He smiles a bit. Still feeling a bit guilty. “I just…it’s so much time to spend on me. Plus working and all that. Do you really want to deal with me?”

She stops stroking his cheek, “Nada de eso.” She lets them meet her gaze. “You think too much about it. I’m not offering so I can deal with you. I’m offering because I want to.”

Breisa kissed his forehead, “Besides, Amorcito. I think you need a break.” She emphasized—looking at the stack of design sketches, blueprints scatter with equations, and trinkets half built with smudges of oil. 

Leo blinked owlishly. Looking at the mess on his desk. Then back at her.

He shrugged with a small sigh, “Meh. Why not?“

— 

“Cariño, tell me again. Why are there so many products?” Leo asked as she wrapped a towel around his neck. 

She scoffed out a playful laugh,“¿Has visto tus rizos?”She plucked a hanging strand from his forehead. “I’m gonna need prayer, coconut oil, and anything I can find to handle these.” 

Leo pouted, “It ain’t that bad.”

“How many times of day do you condition? Comb? And how do you deal with buildup?” She tested the water a bit to make sure it was warm. 

Their  silence was an answer. 

“Que pensé.” Breisa teased softly, taping his shoulder so he knew to lean his head back into the bathroom tub. “Good temperature?” 

Leo felt the warm water run through his scalp, his body still— debating whether or not it was sensory overload. It was not. “Good.” 

“Mind if I?” Breisa hovered her hands over his hair. 

Leo nodded, “Go ahead.”

She let her fingers sink in his curls. Using the hose, making sure to rinse out the first layer of buildup. 

He jolted a bit, the water giving him a tickling sensation. But his shoulders slowly eased down. 

She massaged his neck and shoulders. Seeing how he almost involuntarily closed his eyes, with a small quirk of his lips. 

She ringed out his hair after a while, scrunching out the heaviness of the moisture. Leaving his hair damp, she reached for the shampoos. 

“What are we feeling, guapo? Strong smell, herbal, or fruit?”

“Herbal.” Leo said quickly. Not at all needy from the lack of her touch. 

Breisa noticed, as always. “Okay.” She said snorting softly. She grabbed the old spice shampoo, making sure it was shampoo. 

Not cause of the countless times she mixed the conditioner with the shampoo, because the bottle looked the same. 

She uncapped, drizzled some in his hair, and began to massage from the base of his neck up. Gently tugging the deep tangles apart. Also trying to lather out enough of the second layer of buildup. 

As she focused on this. Leo was already lost by her movements. The small twitch became a dazed smile. His head tilted to follow the motion of her hands. Their body was completely laxed by her touch. 

He wasn’t even bouncing his leg, or fidgeting with the seat. Just completely in her care. A safe bubble.

As Breisa rinsed out his hair again, she rubbed his cheek affectionately. Lather his curls once more with herbal conditioner. Threading her fingers, while using a good brush to get the knots out. Repeat rinsing through his scalp. And squeezed out the excess water from the strands. 

“Do you have a particular style you want?” She sectioned their hair with the teeth of a comb and clips to separate his curls evenly. 

“Hmn?” They hummed, coming out of his buzz. Like Briesa washed out all the stress from their brain. He noticed her waiting for him to answer. “Oh, well…It’s kind of long huh?  Whaddya think, twists or braids? Maybe Coils? Natural?”

“I could if I had my trimmers.” Breisa considered. “It takes too long with the length. And I know you get angsty when your hair  is being tugged in different directions.”

“Only if you do it wrong, Cariño.” Leo drawled with a sly grin, almost cheeky. “I mean you’ve tugged before, those times  I didn’t really complain—“

“Ay ya!” Breisa swatted his shoulder with the comb,  burning with embarrassment. “I’ll do coils. Okay? Is that fair?” 

“Still gonna pull my hair?”

Another swat to their shoulder as they snorted. 

She then made sure each section was held up just right. Before she reached for leave in conditioner and cream.

 With another tool, a comb this time, she began to stylize his hair: combed it out, applied conditioner cream mix, twirled it into an even coil, and scrunched a section with a Cotton t-shirt. 

A repeated the process with each section. While managing to massage the back of his neck. Taking a small five minute break every now and then. Cracking her wrist from the process. Giving him extra kisses for being patient. 

 And admiring how his hair was coming along. It started to gain shape. Each scrunch added to the cloud of softness.

Finally she came up to the front section, facing him. Breisa could see the dopey loving grin across his face. Completely enamored with her. 

When she reached for the last few strands that crowned around his head like a halo. She felt his lips touch her wrist. 

“I’m not done you know,” Breisa muttered tenderly.

Leo kissed her wrist again, “M’know.” A few more pecks along her pulse. “Just giving you a pre-thank you.”

She kissed above his head for the hundredth time that day. Fixing the last strand. “Need me to defuse it?”

“No need.” Underneath her fingers his curls began to heat up. 

“Wait.” He stopped warming up like a furnace. 

She grabbed the coconut oil, rubbed it across her fingers and palms. Carefully and intentionally trying to cover as much of his scalp and roots. Just enough so it’s hydrated and healthy for his scalp. “Okay.”

Leo leaned against her shoulder and sighed dreamily as they warmed up. “Keep playing with m’ hair?” 

“Is that my thanks?” Breisa teased. 

He huffed, “You offered?”

She tugged on the tuff below the nape of his neck. “Bed?” 

Leo nodded against her shoulder, with a peck on her neck. 

Breisa giggled, picking him up, and leading him to the twin size comforter. 

She sank into the memory foam mattress, letting him rest his head on her soft middle. He was already a dead man, feeling content and pleasure beyond elysium, omeyocan, and any other version of heaven.

When Leo felt her palm splay on his neck and her fingers ruffled his curls to the fluffiest texture. He melted like butter. Worse he melted with puppy love. The kind they never publicly embarrassed themselves with. That was only for her to see.

Thrummed with affection, he mumbled, “When I’m drowning in stress, you know how to press out all the frizz and wrinkles from my head.”

“You should let me take care of you more often.” Breisa murmured as he looked up at her. She shifted and met his lips with a tender embrace. 

Wordlessly Leo agreed, moving up to her shoulder. Dozing off without a care in the world, just lucky to be in her arms. As Breisa gently combed through his well done coils with her own eyes growing heavy with sleep.

—

[ave09]

HI I LOVE YOUR BLOG

and i was wondering, if you get back to writing, if you could write indy with a reader who’s a robin hood type thief? maybe they meet in an ancient temple too! bonus points if indy knows them from the college he works at B)

any movie period works, but raiders to last crusade is perferred!

thank you!! :3

hi! yes! i loved this idea, but i severally struggled 😭 i had to rewrite this three times before i was satisfied. not my best work but i hope you still enjoy

you!

indiana jones x reader

note; this is set pre-temple of doom, considering the mistakes made by one famed archaeologist wouldn’t have happened during raiders and last crusade lmao

pre-raiders

“hey!” 

you turned slightly, catching sight of a man near the end of the tunnel. you knew that voice. 

shit.

your gaze fell upon the small golden chest in front of you, you had to get this out of here quick. 

“that belongs in a museum!” 

the amount of times you’d heard that one. you scoffed, opening your pack, “it belongs to the people!” 

“the people?!” 

“mhmm!” you replied, carefully placing the heavy chest into your pack. you then dared turn to face him. his hazel eyes widened in recognition. 

“you!” 

“surprise.” 

he couldn’t believe it. you, a professor at the very university he taught at, had beaten him here. and was fighting to return this relic to the people. 

“how’d you know about this?” 

you scoffed, adjusting the pack upon your shoulder, “i’m a history professor, doctor jones, i’ve known about this relic for years.” the man still seemed in shock, you smirked, “what? didn’t think i’d be able to pull that off?”  

“i don’t know, that climb was pretty steep.” 

“well i’m a good climber.” you replied. 

the man took a few steps forward, “i wouldn’t do that if i were you.” indiana arched a brow, “and why not?” you extended a hand, gesturing to the tiled floor, “one wrong move and you’ll kill us both.” you stated. 

indiana glanced at the ground, and then back at you, “this ain’t my first rodeo sweetheart.” 

“funny. it’s not mine either.” you replied smugly. indiana’s hazel eyes scanned the surrounding, brows furrowing. “it took me a few tries. but, you can do your best.” 

“care to give me some hints?” 

you pretended to think for a moment, before shaking your head, “i’m afraid i can’t.”

“and why not? we’re friends, aren’t we?” you shrugged, “work friends, and one, we’re not at work, and two, i have something you want, and i won’t let you take it from me.” 

“maybe we can work out some sort of deal.” he said, pressing a hand against the wall, unaware of the trap he’d just triggered by doing so. you hadn’t noticed either, intrigued by his words, “what sort of deal?” you asked, taking a step forward, the puzzle tiles now directly in front of you. 

“well, i’m thinking-“

before he could finish the sentence, the floor gave away, causing you and him to tumble into a dark pit. 

“ow,” you muttered, having your body slammed against stone was no fun. you could hear indiana groan in pain, “shit.” 

“damn you, jones!” you exclaimed, your body aching with every movement. “me?!”

“yes, you! you’re the one who had to step on something!”

“i didn’t step on anything!” he shouted, jumping to his feet. you groaned in annoyance,  yours eyes falling onto the pack that had fallen off of your back during the tumble. you rushed towards it, pulling it open. a wave of relief washed over you seeing that the relic was still intact.

you exhaled deeply, “okay. pointing fingers isn’t going to change this situation.” 

“you started it.” 

“and i’m ending it.” you stated, brushing the dust off of your clothes, “we have to find a way out.” 

thankfully, the floor in which the puzzle was rigged into was the only thing that had fallen away, everything else seemed to be normal. escaping should be fairly easy. 

your gaze fell upon the whip on his hip. an idea immediately came to mind, “give me your whip.”

“what?”

“you heard me, jones, hand it over.” the man’s hand hovered over his signature weapon, “no.” he said defensively. 

“what, you think i’m gonna steal your stupid whip and give it to the people?” you asked blankly. indiana shrugged, “maybe.” 

you rolled your eyes, “well i don’t have any other ideas.” indiana remained silent, placing his hands upon his hips. 

“let’s make a deal.” he said suddenly. you furrowed your brows, “is this a game show now?” 

“i’m serious.” 

you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest, “okay what?”

“you give me the chest-“

“here we go again-“

“and i will give you what money i’m being offered, so you can give it to the people.” 

it wasn’t that bad of an offer. as a matter of fact, it was pretty damn good. and if this was the way of her escape, then fine.

“okay.”

“okay?”

“now give me the whip.” the sound of the whip cracking filled the air as it looped around a pillar. he tugged on it slightly, making sure it was secure. he then glanced at you, “i’ll give you a boost.”

you nodded. indiana passed you the handle of the whip before kneeling slightly, cupping his hands. “ready?” 

you didn’t reply, but instead placed your boot on his hands, holding onto the whip tightly, using his boost to scale your way up the side of the stone wall. it was far easier then you thought it would be. 

that is until the whip became loose, causing you to almost fall back into the pit. but before you did, you grabbed onto the edge of the the stone wall, somehow managing to pull yourself over the edge. 

you let out a sigh of relief. you and the relic were safe and out of harms ways. indiana called to you, “toss the whip back down!” 

you glanced over the edge, catching sight of the man below a smirk on your face, “sorry darling.. my hands are full.” 

you knew of his endeavors, he’d be able to escape on his own. but you needed to escape first, get this relic to the poor people of the village to whom the gold belonged too.

 as you walked away, the man’s string of curses fill the air. you smirked to yourself, you could now look forward to the next monday at marshall college where you two would cross paths again. 

if only you knew what you’d started. a never ending war. robin hood and the sheriff. one stealing for the rich to give to the poor, the other caring about what belonged in a museum collecting dust. 

but, just as the fairy tales went, robin hood would always win. 

[dragonologist-phd]

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(quick note for Piper: she has changed her name many times through her life, but her original name was 'Mina', and that's how she's referred to here!)

The heat of summer is just beginning to relent under the approach of fall, and the city is lively with people out enjoying the beautiful evening. Amidst it all, a little tiefling girl is in a cheerful mood as she winds her way through the streets.

Mina hums happily to herself as she dodges through the people, ignoring the occasional annoyed look thrown her way. Today, her mood will not be dampened. The air is crisp, and the ribbons she sewed into her dress dance prettily in the wind, and as she approaches her destination her stomach rumbles in anticipation.

“One hot bun, please,” she says with nothing but confidence as she steps up to the food cart.

Markus just glares down at her, which Mina doesn’t think is very fair. “Very funny. I’ve got actual customers today, so scram.”

“Aw, be nice to the kid,” Claude says, sidling up to Markus’s side, and Mina brightens at his approach. Claude is the only reason she comes to this stall at all- he’s actually nice, unlike his grumpy boyfriend.

Unfortunately, dumb grumpy Markus is the one who’s actually in charge of the food stall; Claude is only around when he’s on a break from his own job peddling cheap trinkets across the square. Left on his own, Markus keeps a tight watch over every pastry and loaf in the stall (even though there’s plenty of treats hidden behind that table, and Mina always asks very sweetly, and it’s not like his boss would ever know.)

“I’ll be nice when she shows up with actual money,” Markus grumbles, his tail flicking with his aggravation. He’s a tiefling, just like most people who end up working in this square- it’s just the fact that he’s at one of the nicer stalls that makes him think he’s better than everyone else. He gives Mina that better-than-you look now, as he appraises her innocent smile. “You got actual money this time?”

“No…” Mina says with a pout. She folds her hands behind her back and gives her very best pleading-puppy-eyes. “But it’s my birthday.”

Markus snorts, unsympathetic. “Birthdays ain’t coin.”

Claude, however, is rightfully aghast at this indifference. “Markus! Don’t be such a sourpuss! It’s her birthday!” Claude leans forward, resting his elbows on the cart while Markus huffs in exaggerated annoyance. “How old you gonna be this time around, Mina?”

“I’m turning ten,” Mina tells him proudly. She turns her eyes back to Markus. “Did you know, when the kids uptown turn ten, they get big parties with gifts and fancy dresses and cakes as big as they are? And all I wanted today was one of the best hot buns in the city. That’s it! Just one little hot bun, with extra yummy honey on top.”

“Aww, hear that?” Claude says, joining Mina in her display of pleading-puppy-eyes. “She just wants some extra yummy honey.”

Markus mutters a string of curses under his breath, but sure enough, Mina is soon sitting on the stoop next to his stall with a hot bun in her hands. She tries to make the treat last, but free delicacies like this don’t come often, and it’s impossible to resist tearing into it with eager bites. It’s not long at all before Piper is left licking the leftover honey from her fingers and wondering how much begging it would take to weasel a second snack from Markus’s watchful guard.

Claude catches her eye instead- he’s watching, too, and Mina knows there’s a limit to even his leniency. “So,” he asks, acting casual, “what you doing with the rest of your big day?”

“I’m spending it with my mama,” Mina answers promptly, turning her attention back to her honey-covered fingers.

“Huh. Back in town, is she?”

“Just for the day. She wanted to see me for my birthday.”

“Right.” Claude’s voice takes on that flat tone that adults like to use when talking about ‘grown-up’ things- which is extra annoying coming from Claude, because he and Markus are barely even grown-ups themselves. “Well, you tell her she better take some time outta the day to talk to Mirth. She ain’t too happy about your mom skipping out on rent again.”

“Mmhmm,” Mina says, barely paying attention anymore. She hops to her feet and darts past Claude to hug Markus tightly around the waist. “Thank you for the hot bun, Markus. You’re the best!”

Markus stumbles back in surprise, and he stutters out something between you’re welcome and get off me. Mina isn’t really listening, to be honest; she’s focused on reaching her hand just a bit farther behind his back, to grab one of the buns wrapped up on the stall behind him. Her fingers make contact, and she quickly dances around Markus and chirps out a goodbye, keeping her prize clutched behind her back until she’s far enough to turn tail and run, her long ribbons fluttering in the breeze behind her.

Mina reaches her mother’s house just as the sky is growing dark. It’s empty, just as she knew it would be…but even empty, she’d rather spend the rest of her birthday here than anywhere else. Her father’s probably going to be out all night- he always is when he’s on a job- so his house would be empty, too, anyway. And while his place is bigger, it’s not by much, and the little flat above the shuttered fortune-teller’s stall is simply more fun. It’s almost magical, even, despite the fact that the services provided don’t actually involve anything more impressive than the simple tricks any tiefling could do.

It’s the feeling of magic, Mina has learned, that really matters, and her mother has always been good at putting on a show.

Mina enters the home, places her birthday prize on the table, and wills herself not to give into the temptation to eat it straight away. This one, she will save for midnight, for the last seconds of her birthday, when it will be the most special.

Until then, she amuses herself in her usual fashion- dressing up in her mother’s scarves and costume jewelry, piling the cushions into a comfy pile in the center of the room, plucking at the tinny little lute that’s so out of tune it’s really more for decoration at this point.

Finally, the rickety clock on the wall strikes midnight…and in spite of herself, Mina holds her breath in faint anticipation. If she were making this into a story, this would be the moment her mother really does sweep through the door, late but still here, and with gifts and stories from her trip to make up for her absence. Or maybe her father would arrive, searching for her, then bring her home where he’d been waiting to surprise her all along with a feast of cake and ice cream.

It would be a good story, she decides. The kind that people at festivals would turn into puppet show. She lets the clock tick a few more minutes, and after five ticks she finally bites into her special birthday treat.

The bread is stale by now, and the honey is cold.

[supercorpkid]

Anti-hero

Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader

Word count: 2550.

“Oh, you again.” Supergirl whines when she sees you sneaking in through the window. You smirk, coming out of the shadows.

“Aw, ya missed me, hot stuff?” You joke looking around the crime scene, only half-heartedly paying attention, because Supergirl is right in front of you. It’s annoying how good she looks and how nice she smells even in a room with a dead body. She huffs her annoyance and you love when she does that.

“I don’t know why you’re here.” She crosses her arms. “You might as well be the person who killed him.”

“Oh, come on, y’know that’s not really my style.” You don’t have a style, if you’re being honest. It’s more like do whatever you like, whenever you like and if someone gets in your way, then you deal with it. You know, in whichever way you find suitable. “And I’m here to help.”

“Yeah, right.” She snorts, not believing you.

“Ouch.” You pretend, putting a hand on your heart exaggeratedly. “Y’know I’m not as bad as you make me seem.”

“Oh, please. We both know you only care about yourself.” Supergirl looks around, clearly using her x-ray vision.

“Excuse ya?”

“Shhh, be quiet, evil one.” She shushes you, and you give her an eye roll even if she can’t see it.

“Name calling, Supergirl? That’s not very super of ya.” You throw yourself in a comfortable armchair behind you. “Y’just hurt my feelings. I’m hurt.”

“Get up from there,” Supergirl quickly looks behind herself to see you sitting, then turns her face back to the dead man in front of her. “you’re compromising a crime scene.”

“Can’t stand up. You’ve really hurt me. You just put a knife through my heart, hot stuff.” You pretend, over dramatic as always. “Please, apologize.”

“You’re a pain.” It’s all she can say, but after a while when she sees you still haven’t moved she adds, “Sorry,” she spits fast hoping you will miss it, but you don’t. “now get up.”

You smile, stand up and stop right next to her.

“Hey, when we’re done here, d’you wanna go out for a drink?”

“Do you ever stop talking?” You look up thinking about it. You’re not a very talkative person, but being around Supergirl brings that in you. You deny it with your head. “I thought you were here to work.”

“Oh, I am. I already solved the case a few minutes ago. Now I’m just here trying to figure out how I can get that cute ass of ya in my bed.”

“Ugh.” Supergirl makes her way to the window. “I swear, I don’t know what to do with you.”

“Join my team? Let me join yours? Marry me?”

“Alright.” Supergirl is not agreeing with you. She is annoyed and trying to make you stop talking. You love the way you can get under her skin, but you hate when she leaves, though you do love the look of her ass on her suit, so you know, it’s bittersweet.

You turn back to the dead body on the floor. “Thanks for dying, I’ve been meaning to see Supes again for a while. Oh, you ain’t gonna need that money anymore. Thanks bro.”

It’s been a couple of days since you last saw Supergirl. You’ve been tailing the actual killer for a while now, so you’re sure you’ll meet her again soon. You know, once that pretty dumb head of hers figure out this has the Riddler’s name written all over it.

But the truth is, you can’t get her out of your head, and apparently, you’re not the only one.

“Why does Y/N bother you so much?”

“Because!” Alex only raises her eyes at Kara’s flushed face. She’s been talking about that encounter for two days now, and her sister knows better. “I know she’s good, but she only cares about herself and money. Alex, she solved the crime faster than I did, just think how much good she would do if she were on our side.”

Alex doesn’t buy it. Sure, her sister doesn’t like the whole idea of morally gray, but she wouldn’t talk this much about you if she didn’t care enough. “We have enough people on our side. Besides, so what if she only cares about herself? It’s not like she’s doing anything wrong.”

“She stole the senator’s wallet.”

“Maybe she needed the money.” Alex defends you and Kara raises her eyes at her suspiciously.

“Why are you defending her?”

“I’m not. I just think there’s so much more from your annoyance than what you’re making it seem, so maybe you should think long and hard about it.” Alex makes her way out of the room in the Tower, pressing the elevator button. “Oh, and please, think about it alone. If I never hear Y/N’s name again it will be too soon.”

Your encounter with Riddler wasn’t one of the best ones. That being said, he almost killed you. But you made it out alive! You’re good at doing that despite all odds.

Yet, for you to actually stop him, you know you’re going to need more than your brains. For this one, you kinda need Supergirl’s help.

Which, by the way, you absolutely hate. First of all, you can’t believe you’re actually going after the bad guy. The real heroes are supposed to do that, but Riddler has been messing with some important people and the heroes of this town are apparently too slow to catch on. And second, you like how Kara gets flushed and bothered by your advances, but admitting that you need someone’s help is a low blow for you. Also, and most importantly, you don’t want Kara to think you’re good now. Cause you know, you’re good, but with a twist.

Still, you make your way to their secret hiding spot. It’s the tallest building in National City and you’re sure it’s also a spaceship, but sure, let’s pretend it’s a “secret”.

You land inside the Tower, and just for the show you do a flip on the floor and get up in the middle of the room.

“Oh, hey Alex.” You say nonchalantly, like long-lost friends, and she furrows her brows at you, along with everyone else in the room.

“Y/N, hi.” Alex looks at the window that usually only Supergirl uses given how high it is. “How-”

“You should really improve your security.” You look around at the circle of heroes that just formed around you, not intimidated. “Luthor, Guardian” you nod at them. “Dreamer, looking good, babygirl.” you nod at Nia next. “Martian, Brainy.” You furrow your brows when you go around the circle and your eyes land on Alex again. “Where’s your hot sister?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes. “Don’t pretend you don’t know how hot she is.” You know that’s not why she looked shocked, but you fake it anyway. “Well? I could really use Supes’ help.”

“With what?”

“Riddler, obviously. I figured out his motives for the senator’s death and he is after me. Now, I usually wouldn’t ask Kara’s help with it, but I do like watching her getting flustered when I hit on her.”

“Supergirl is not responding to the call. That’s what this meeting is about.” Brainy informs you.

“Brainy!” Nia elbows him.

“Ah, what the hell, she already knows Supergirl’s secret identity.” Alex shrugs. “Last I heard from her, she was going after the Riddler.”

“That’s not good.” You run off to the balcony, ready to jump out when Alex throws a rope at your feet and you fall on the floor. “Ouch. Ya could’ve just asked me to stay!”

“Where are you going?” They come closer, and you sit, looking at them. You make no move at taking the ropes out of your feet, because they clearly need to feel you’re on their side, and you can’t let them know this stupid rope can’t really keep you down.

“After Kara, of course! Riddler has a new device where he projects an almost impossible puzzle inside your mind and you sorta get trapped there until you solve it. In the meantime, he kills ya.”

“And how exactly do you know that?” Lena asks, coming closer.

“No need to get suspicious.” You roll your eyes at her. “Y’know guys, it really hurts this mistrustfulness.”

They don’t care about hurting your feelings, they just keep staring at you waiting for an answer.

“He did it to me. Lucky for me, he had also trapped ‘Impossible Girl’ and while he killed her, I solved the riddle and escaped.” Audible gasps leave their mouths. “Don’t look so shocked, I’m smart.”

“Not that!” Lena spits and you agree with your head. Right, Impossible Girl died. Honestly, you tried to feel sorry for her, but you cared more about surviving than you did about her.

“You know where he is,” Alex points out. Not a question, so you don’t answer. “and you’re running off to him again after you barely made it out alive.” She narrows her eyes at you, crouching in front of you. “I know you like to tease Supergirl with your flirting, but is it possible you really care about her?”

You hate the thought that crosses your mind. Usually, when you think about Supergirl, you are under her in bed and she is showing you all her stamina and strength. But right now, you picture glasses-on, cute smile, cardigan-wearer, Kara Danvers and you kissing lovingly. Ew. What’s wrong with you?

You untangle the ropes from your feet in one swift movement, taking them by surprise. “The longer we stay here, the easier it is for him to figure out a way to kill her. Especially because you know your sister isn’t the smartest cookie around.”

It feels cheap throwing a punch at her while she is not even here, but it’s your defensive mechanism and you already have much to care about at this moment.

“If you don’t believe me, some of y’all can come with me.” You land your eyes on Nia. “Not all.”

Nia rolls her eyes and huffs a complaint, that you don’t care enough to listen to. You’re already on your feet and ready to make your way out when you look back at Supergirl’s team.

“Brainy and Lena, only. I’ll already be too busy saving Supergirl’s hot ass to care about y’all.” You throw them a location device that Brainy quickly picks it up on the air. “We’ll rendezvous outside his evil layer.”

Alex throws a comm for you in the air as well, and you pick it up and put it on your ear while jumping off the balcony.

Surprisingly, to you at least, after a few minutes Lena and Brainy show up. But you know Alex and Guardian are close by, probably for extraction if necessary.

“The device is going to work on all of us, so do your best to solve the riddle as fast as you can so we can stop him together.”

It’s not that you’re smarter than all of them (although who knows, maybe you are), but it’s mostly because you are familiar with the way Riddler’s psycho head works, that you solve the riddle a lot faster than all of them.

“You came back for more.” The Riddler says, smiling wide open, and you roll your eyes, pointing your weapon at him.

“Save me the big speech, assface. Let Supergirl go.” You point your blaster gun at him. He seems unfazed.

“She can get out by herself, all she needs to do is solve the riddle.” You come closer, weapon touches the back of his head.

“Yeah, we both know that’s not gonna happen, so let Supergirl go and I won’t kill ya. Even though I’m dying to.”

“Well, for me to do so, riddle me this-”

“Oh shut up.” You press a button on your weapon, charging the air blast, and the noise gets louder in his head. “Supergirl, or your head dude, simple as that.”

“Fine.” He lets go of the hold on her, and you watch her suck in a big breath and fall to the ground. While you’re distracted looking at Kara, he gets out of your hold, running off. “Bye!”

He rushes out of the evil layer and you roll your eyes, definitely not going after him. “Riddler’s going your way, Alex.” You speak on the comm and rush to Supergirl.

“You okay in there?” You show her your hand, and she grabs it, standing up.

Kara takes a look around, seeing Lena and Brainy in their paralyzed state, but no Riddler threatening their lives.

“You came to save me?” It’s a question, but Kara doesn’t look surprised. It’s more like she feels dazzled by the fact that you’re here. Which you don’t hate as much as the other expression she could have.

“Someone had to save that rocking bod of ya.” You point at Lena and Brainy still stuck in their own minds. Even though you stopped the Riddler, you still have to find his device. Or maybe it’s with him and Alex has to catch him, who cares. Kara opens a timid smile, looking thankful and impressed. “Y’know, last time someone looked at me like that, we didn’t leave the bed for a whole weekend.” You raise your eyebrows at her, and she sighs at your advances.

“Let’s save them.” She moves away from you and you give yourself a shit-eating grin.

“Ya blushing, gorgeous.” You turn around, attaching the rope back into the harness around your waist. “Call me up when ya ready to put this tension between us to bed.”

“Wait, what?” Supergirl turns around to look at you, shock on her face. “You’re leaving? They’re still trapped in their minds.”

“So? Let them work a little to solve the riddle, it’s not like they’re going to die if they don’t.” Kara’s mouth drops, more shocked than before. “What? Aren’t they supposed to be the smart ones in your little league?”

“You’re going to leave them like this?” Her face frowns, and she comes closer, eyes shooting daggers at you. “Well, then, leave! Here I was thinking you cared about anyone else but yourself, but you’re ready to leave them in danger! You’re always ready to leave everyone behind, aren’t you?”

You clench your jaw at the accusation, your heart squeezing on your chest and you swallow deep to keep yourself from crying in front of her. “Not everyone. Not you.”

“If you really cared about me, you’d stay and help me save my friends.”

You look down, considering your options. You know Kara would do this for you, she would stay until the very end to make sure you were completely safe. But then again, she would do that for everyone. Not you specifically, because she is nice to every single stupid problematic person in this world. But you are not. And still, you put your life at risk to come here and save her and she still thinks you don’t care enough about her.

“Well then,” you swallow your anger. “I guess I don’t care about you at all.” You start the device, roll yourself up the window, then jump out of it. “Asshole.”

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ᴄᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ/ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ! ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You have always been more modest not really ever having time to explore what could have been some sort of sensual alter ego and when Bucky finds out hes determined to bring the sex goddess in you out.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: slight fluff if you count flirty bucky, smut ofc (minors dni) [cam boy bucky (slight tipsy bucky and reader in the beginning); brief male masterbation (bucky has his door open during a session); fem!rec oral; hair pulling; spanking; real dirty talking; strong language, degradation; loss of virginity/ virgin reader but not innocent, touch starved reader, and overstim, overall pretty rough but aftercareeee]

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“There’s no way; you’re such a fucking liar,” Bucky threw his head back with laughter.

“I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything,” you scoff, rolling your eyes before standing up with annoyance.

“No! Don’t go, come on. I didn’t mean it like that,” he chuckled.

“Yeah right,” you scoffed.

“Can I ask why?”

“I mean, honestly. I just never really had time. Although, I did avoid sweaty football players all of high school, but being in uni I just want to grind and grind, you know? Finish school and get my degree. I don’t really have much time going out and getting laid,” you explained.

“Shit, does my… ‘side job’ make you uncomfortable? I didn’t realize how you would feel about it being a vir-”

“Buck, I’m a virgin, not innocent,” you chuckled.

“Damn straight,” Bucky laughed.

“Let me help you,” he said, making you laugh out loud.

"With what?" you asked in disbelief.

"Let me take your virginity. 'S better than fucking some random drunkard in a one night stand, and let's face it, you're not getting a boyfriend anytime soon."

You couldn't help but keep laughing at what he was saying.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“You’re so full of shit, Barnes,” you snorted, too drunk to notice that Bucky wasn’t laughing.

“Offer stands whenever, pretty girl.”

That was four weeks ago.

Since then, you feel like the tension between you and your roommate was especially thick since your tipsy confession. You couldn’t tell whether the things Bucky would say now were intentionally inappropriate or you just had a dirty mind. He seemed to always be shirtless; always.

“Did all your shirts catch fire? No, they got stolen, huh?” you joked.

“Har, har. Don’t be such a prude, pretty girl.”

“I’m not a prude,” you mumbled; at least he had the muscles to flaunt.

One quiet Friday evening, you sat in your room working away at your desk. You had been at it for a couple hours and as much as you wanted to throw in the towel you were so close to finishing everything you needed to finish this weekend. You went to the kitchen to grab a snack, maybe make a coffee, before drilling for the last hour to get everything done.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky said, standing with a glass of whiskey in hand. He always drinks before filming.

“Gettin’ ready for your… stuff?” you asked.

“What stuff?” he asked cheekily, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I haven’t posted anything in a couple weeks and my subscribers are thirsty,” he told you.

“I can only imagine,” you joked.

“Well, baby, I’m in the next room if you wanna stop imagining,” he said flirtatiously

“Fuck off. I’m just here to get coffee,” you smirked, grabbing the things you’ll need from the fridge.

“Well, then I’ll leave you to it,” Bucky said, smacking your ass hard before leaving for his room; you scoffed rolling your eyes at his antics.

You turned around making the coffee itself mindlessly before you grew slight concern when you had yet to hear the door of Bucky’s bedroom to shut. He always kept his door shut whilst you wore headphones blasting music so you wouldn’t have to listen to his unnecessary moaning and cursing. You silently begged the machine to hurry it’s brewing as Bucky began talking and moaning to his audience.

You gritted your teeth hearing him so clearly. Your breathing quickened and you felt your cheeks heat up. You hated how you wondered if he really was as vocal in bed as he portrayed online. You hated the way your stomach flipped and the tingle between your thighs. You’ve never felt so aroused before, you didn’t know what to do.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, and you swallowed the dry lum in your throat.

You don’t even know how long you stood in the kitchen listening to Bucky. You were incredibly aroused, wetness pooling between your thighs. Your hands gripped at the counter desperate to not let your knees buckle as he got closer to his release.

“God, fuck you James,” you mumbled to yourself.

You couldn’t take it the groans he practically was screaming from his room. You stomped your way to his room to yell at him to close the door. You were enraged but you don’t really know why. Bucky’s side job never bothered so much until now and truthfully he wasn’t really to blame for how turned on you felt hearing him.

“Can you close the goddamn door?” you yelled approaching his bedroom.

“I hate to interrupt but I can fucking hear you- in the… kitchen,” you trailed off.

Bucky sat on his bed completely nude. His cheeks were red and his forehead had a layer of sweat as did his very smooth and very toned chest. Your body completely froze. It’s not that you hadn’t seen a man naked before. You’ve watched porn during the more stressful and lonelier nights, but Bucky was beautiful.

“Care to join?” Bucky breathed with a stupid smile.

“Jesus,” you gasped.

“I ain’t forget about that offer, pretty girl,” Bucky stood, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

“Whatcha say? You ready to finally deflower?” Bucky walked closer to you with a devilish smirk plastered on his handsome face.

“I’m sorry-” you stumbled over your words.

Your stomach fluttered from nervousness and arousal, your skin bursted into chills despite how hot and sweaty you were beginning to feel. You kept your eyes trained to anywhere but Bucky’s assets.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? Cat's got your tongue?" he teased.

"James," you said sternly.

"Baby, I can make you feel so good. All you have to do is say the word," he whispered in your ear, making you shudder.

You know deep inside you that this wasn't a good idea in the long run. It sounds so tempting now but what would happen afterwards? What would happen to your friendship?

"Stop thinking so hard. Just let me make you feel good, please," he begged.

His hands caressed your sides and you couldn't resist squirming; he hasn't even touched you.

"I can tell you're starving. Itching to be touched by someone. Those lonely nights with a laptop and your fingers isn't enough. I can help you, pretty girl. Give you so much and more; give you nirvana. Just say the word," he spoke slowly, sensually; you were damn near shaking just from his words.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Please what?" he teased; Bucky was drunk off the power he had over you.

"Fuck me. Use me. Ruin me," you begged.

"As you wish."

Bucky grabbed the back of your neck smashing his lips to yours. He grinded his hips into you and you feel his hard on digging into you. Your fingers dug into the soft skin of his chest leaving small red marks and scratches littered.

Bucky moved his hand up behind your head, curling his fingers in your hair pulling harshly. his lips instantly attached to your neck biting and sucking to mark you, so you remember he was the one who made you feel euphoric in the coming days. He wants you to remember this night.

"Shit, that feels so good," you sighed.

"That's just the beginning, pretty girl. Get on the bed," he demanded.

You scurried to bed tearing your shirt and shorts off leaving you in your dark lacey undergarments.

"It's like you were ready for me to fuck you," he chuckled darkly.

He crawled up the bed to you like an animal hunting and taunting its prey. You couldn't help but nibble on your bottom lip, anxious for what was to come from Bucky.

His hands gripped your waist firmly pulling impossibly close to his body. He kissed you again and you swore you could stay like that forever. His lips felt so soft again yours, you melted against his body from pleasure.

His hands circled your back and pulled at the bra clasp before swiftly undoing it and letting free. You shrugged your shoulders to your ears allowing the straps of the bra fall gracefully down your upper arm before Bucky curled his finger over the front and tossed it aside to admire your chest.

Your shoulders subconsciously caved in, embarrassed to be so unclothed in front of someone for the first time. Again, you weren't innocent but anyone would still be nervous for their first time. Bucky smiled softly at your timidness; his hands rubbing your sides slowly and comforting to help ease your nerves a bit.

"You are so gorgeous, baby."

"Don't get sappy, Barnes," you joked; but in reality you don't need another reason to fall deeper for him. Not that you're falling to begin with.

"Yes ma'am," he grinned.

He flipped the both of you over so you laid on your back. His hands gently kneaded your breasts pulling moans from you with every squeeze. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting your perked buds, circling his tongue around. Your back arched into him and you think you can handle the pleasure but you find yourself involuntarily getting higher and higher. Moaning and gasping louder every time Bucky would bite down hard on your nipple. The last straw was when Bucky brought his fingers between your thighs and barely pressed against your aching clit that you fell suddenly over the edge crying Bucky's name.

"Did you just-"

"Fuck, I'm sorry! I don't know what happened. I- Everything just-"

Bucky cut you off with a deep kiss.

"Don't be sorry," he chuckled.

"It's really hot that I was able to make you cum by just playing with these beauties," he flicked your nipples and squeezed your breats making you tremble.

“Shit, too much,” you whined.

Bucky ignored you once again, dipping his head back down, flicking his tongue over your overly sensitive buds. The squeal you made made Bucky chuckle darkly but he didn’t want to torture you so his lips trailed slowly down the valley of your breasts to you belly and hip bones. His fingers curled over your panties dragging them slowly down your legs.

“Fucking hell, pretty girl. You’re dripping. You’ve just been aching for me to get my hands on you for a while, huh?” Bucky taunted.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

Bucky’s hands rested against your knees pushing them as far as they could go before diving in you like a starved man. Truthfully, Bucky had dreamed of this moment since he met you for the first time moving in. As the days, weeks, and years went by, the urge to resist kissing and fucking you stupid was getting all to much. But now he finally has you under him, at his mercy and he was determined to pleasure as much as he could before getting his cock anywhere near you.

Bucky brought his fingers to circle your entrance, waiting until your legs were nearly shaking from the teasing. As he pushed his fingers past your folds, he brought his mouth down again kissing right above your clit. You gasped and sighed in pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out of you heavenly.

“Shit, feels so good. So, so good,” you moaned.

Bucky’s tongue brushed over your clit and you couldn’t resist bucking your hips, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. Your back arched off the bed and your hands shot to his head tugging on his dark locks harshly. Bucky’s moans from your tugs vibrated against you and you knew you weren’t going to last any longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Bucky! Shit!” you shrieked.

“Come on, pretty girl. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers,” he said.

Seconds later, you reached your high, crying Bucky’s names again as if it was the only word you knew how to say. Your head practically dangled off the bed, scooting closer and closer to edge desperate to pull away from Bucky’s talented mouth.

“God, you’re beautiful when you fall apart like that,” Bucky mumbled against your heated skin.

Sweat lined your forehead and your chest, your hair was scattered across the sheets like a maniac, and your skin along your neck down to your inner thighs was littered with little bruises and bite marks from Bucky. You looked ethereal.

“One more. Can you give me one more?” Bucky asked softly.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Such a good girl. I know you can, come on.”

Bucky gently flipped your body over, laying you on your stomach. He kissed down your spine, whispering sweet and kind things to you. You can’t even register what he’s saying because his godly erection is poking your ass and you're practically aching again to be railed by him.

“So eager for my cock, aren’t ya? Already being such a greedy little whore.”

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, wiggling your ass against his crotch.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so good; gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he whispered in your ear before biting on your earlobe.

He stood tall on his knees behind you gripping your hips, roughly pulling them flush against his pelvis; you pushed yourself up on your hands. He grabbed his aching cock, the tip red and leaking with precum. Bucky doesn’t even know how he was able to last so long without cumming but he did and now all he wants to do is cum deep inside you.

“Ready, pretty girl?” he teased, rubbing your cheeks softly with his hands.

“Fuck me good, James,” you moaned.

Bucky lined his dick with your entrance slowly pushing the tip past your folds. The burning sensation caused you to hiss and tense around Bucky, who instantly stopped his movements.

“No, it’s ok; you’re just bigger than I was anticipating,” you fussed.

“It’s ok. If it’s too much you tell me to stop,” Bucky told you.

“No, don’t stop, please!” you whined.

“Don’t get greedy,” Bucky warned.

“Think you can handle all of me?”

“Fuck,” you muttered.

He pushed his hips further in you slowly, careful to not hurt you. His hands ran slowly up your body before curling his fingers through your hair and pulling your head up. Once he bottomed out, he rested for a minute until you were ready for him to move.

“Holy fucking hell, baby. Feel so good wrapped around my cock, shit,” Bucky groaned above you.

“I feel so- full.”

“‘S like you were made for me, pretty girl.”

Bucky’s hips began to move faster and faster pulling moans from you that was music to his ears. Bucky relished in your sex. He used every ounce of willpower in him to keep control but you felt so heavenly, so sublime. He couldn’t hold back any longer. You could tell that Bucky was holding back and you didn’t want him to. He pleasured you twice already, it was his turn to feel good and if letting go would do that for him you would let him.

“Come on, Bucky. Fuckin’ ruin me!”

“Don’t say shit like that,” he grunted, still thrusting his hips.

“I can take it, baby. Use me,” you told him.

Bucky’s hips stilled only for a second before you felt a sharp stinging on your right ass cheek.

“You want me to fuck you like a whore? Fine, I will,” Bucky growled before pulling out and flipping you over.

Bucky rammed his hips into you fast and rough. His hand went to wrap around your throat squeezing the sides and your eyes rolled back. Tears brimmed your eyes and you cried out over and over again. You felt used, corrupted, violated. You love it.

“Fuck, yes!”

“Shit, I’m gonna fucking come,” Bucky groaned.

Bucky released your throat before dipping his head in the crook of your neck. His groans and moans were muffled by your skin. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your legs too wrapped around his torso pulling his body flushed against yours. Your nails ran down Bucky’s back; he breathed in sharply through gritted teeth before moaning loudly in your ear from the pleasurable sting.

Chasing his release along with yours, Bucky’s thrusts became relentless. Animalistic. Feral, even. Everything felt overwhelming. It didn’t take much longer until you felt Bucky’s stuttering thrusts and the spurts of warm cum coating your velvety walls. Bucky completely relaxed on top of you, his breath heavily hitting your sweaty skin. You scratched his back softly coming down from your own high breathing equally as heavily.

“You feeling ok, pretty girl?” Bucky asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you whispered with a stupid grin on your face.

“You did amazing, you know?” Bucky kissed you softly; your stomach fluttering at the action.

“What now?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Now, I’m going to take care of you,” Bucky said, hopping off you and the bed.

You laid there breathing slowly now. You didn’t have the energy to move at this point. Your inner thighs burned deliciously and the soreness began to be more apparent all over your body. Bucky came back with a warm towel and bottle of water from the kitchen. He cleaned you up with the towel and you could help the soft moans and whimpers that escaped from you. Once you were cleaned, Bucky helped you sit up and held the now open water bottle for you to hydrate yourself. You couldn’t shake the butterflies and chills you got from Bucky’s stare. He couldn’t take his eyes off you anymore; like you hung the moon and stars for him.

“What?” you asked shyly.

“Nothing,” he grinned.

“Come on. You’ve gotta go pee,” he said carrying you in his arms towards his bathroom.

“No, I just want to go to sleep already,” you whined, voice muffled in the crook of his neck.

Bucky sat on you on the toilet and waited for you to… do your business. You just sat there squirming, and shaking from the cold that hit your body.

“Come on. You have to,” Bucky explained.

“I know, but I can’t pee in front of you. I’m shy,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, I just fucked-”

“Bucky, please,” you cut him off.

“Oh alright. Come back to bed when you’re finished, pretty girl,” Bucky said before leaving you.

You couldn’t shake the smile off your face. He was being so caring and nice to you, it warmed your heart. You felt a bit of heartbreak however wondering if this was just a one time thing. You cleaned yourself again and washed your hands before snatching one of Bucky's t-shirts that laid on the floor. When you came out Bucky was fiddling with his camera that was still set-up and your heart dropped.

Had he recorded the whole thing?

“I was gonna delete all the footage, but in all honesty you look so fucking sexy. Might keep it for myself,” he said winking.

“You recorded the whole thing without telling me?” you asked, tearing up.

“I didn’t mean to. I’m not gonna post it anywhere. You sorta screamed my name a few times so footage ain’t good anyway,” he said, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Hey, hey. I’m kidding. I’ll delete all of it, I promise,” he cupped your face.

“Come here; I gotta do one more thing for you,” he said, laying you down on the bed once again.

“What are you doing?” Bucky grabbed another towel and some scented lotion placing it on his bedside table.

“I’m gonna give you a massage. You’ll be less sore tomorrow morning. I’ll admit I was a bit rough,” he said, kissing your belly as he lifted his shirt off your body.

“You do this to all the girls you sleep with?” you teased, not really wanting an answer but you’ll play a part if it keeps from being humiliated because of feelings.

“Only the pretty girls,” he says, fully referencing his nickname he gave you a while ago.

“And how many pretty girls might you have?”

“There’s only one,” he whispered; his hands massaging along your back slowly, sensually.

“She must be really lucky,” you whispered too, afraid of speaking too loud.

“If anything, I’d say I’m the lucky one.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, she’s… she’s perfect. Beautiful. Smart. I could go on about her.”

“She sounds like a prude,” you joked.

“She was,” he chuckled.

“But trust me, now she’s a real feisty and sexy woman,” Bucky said before biting down hard on one of your ass cheeks.

“Ow! Bucky!” you squealed, making Bucky laugh.

Bucky tossed the towel away and placed the lotion back on the bedside table before grabbing the blankets and crawling under them with you. He held you close, entangling his legs with yours, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You mean all that?” you asked barely audibly.

“Yeah. I do, pretty girl.”

“You don’t have to delete the video,” you smirked, making Bucky laugh out loud.

He kissed your forehead snuggling closer to you, letting peaceful sleep envelop you both.

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DECEMBER PROMPTS ❄️— 1. Love Quinn

A/N: this is my attempt to write love??? Also she was on my list for my October prompts but that didn’t happen so why not do it this jolly season?! I don’t know how this is going to go but SPOILER: I don’t think she should have went out like that and I think I liked her more this season than last? I have to rewatch season 2 to confirm that lol but don’t get me wrong I still had my cons with her too this season. Joe equally ain’t shit but as many have said it would be interesting to peek into Love’s mind so I’m aiming to do that with this piece? Penn is cool but it’s still fuck joe around these parts lmao. Anyway let’s get into this?!

Warnings: This is implied with the intent of WOC reader btw + lengthy since I realized halfway through that I should have wrote this right in a scene but i always want to provide some background lol I’m one of those writers but I’ll keep that in mind for any other future works I might write for her? Idk. Also shifted pov’s a lot sorry about that

Prompt: You waited until the last minute to shop for gifts and now you’re desperate and asking me, a total stranger, to help you pick something.

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Love spotted you at the outlet mall about a half an hour ago at one of those overpriced clothing stores. She could sense you were stressed with the slight noise you were making over the spa-like music in the store, constantly shoving the arm full of bags back off the both of your wrists. The bags looked heavy and by the way you kept shuffling them on your wrist, love could tell they were starting to irritate your pretty brown skin.

When Love really laid eyes on you, she mentally scolded herself for not looking up the first time you entered. It wasn’t until you stood across the aisle at another rack shuffling items around that she could smell you. Your scent was so…sophisticated: so light, fresh, and floral and you walked around the store so elegantly as if the floor was air and love just knew you were a dancer—and she was intrigued.

She slowly studied you, occasionally glancing up at you as she moved Henry around gently in his stroller, trying her best to keep you in her line of sight. Love could tell you were not satisfied with what the store was offering you and that the workers didn’t bother to ask if you needed any help, which was rude and very unprofessional. With each step that you made, Love made sure to time it correctly to not make it so obvious that she had her eyes only on you.

Suddenly you whipped your head upwards staring up at the ceiling in annoyance and Love noticed that your lips were coated in a berry gloss, which shined in the store. Your nails seemed to have a French tip as you flicked what could have been a fresh kinky blow out away from your face in frustration. Love shifted on her feet and peered at the stroller, remembering to roll the object back and forth to soothe Henry’s cooing before going back to watching you.

Your attention was on the workers who seemed to be up front at the registers chatting with each other while one of them, possibly the manager kept an eye on you. That’s when you and the manager seemed to have a stare off until they quickly turned their head after some time, noticing that you would not be the one to break.

Smirking to yourself you turned back to the rack and began moving more pieces along until you moved along, again.

Abruptly you stopped in the middle of the racks and snatched out your phone that love did not hear ring. You now had your back to her, showing that your cream sweater fell down your shoulder revealing a series of tattoos along the back of your shoulder blade. The artwork was impressive and so detailed but dainty which made love curious to know what other ink maybe on your body. What other stories did the ink permanently leave on your skin? Her inquiring mind wanted to know it all.

She was getting too far ahead of herself! She didn’t even know your name and what you sounded like since you were so hushed on the phone. As soon as you were on it, you were off; yanking up your bags to exit the store.

“Thank goodness, I hate when she comes in here.” One of the workers mumbled.

Which made Love’s ears perk up while having her chin lifted in your direction as you left her sight.

The manager spoke next, “there’s not much I can do with banning her from this place, we all know who her family is and the last thing this business needs is anymore problems.”

Interesting. Who was your family? And perhaps they had good reason not to speak to you as you came in. Love had to know more as she quickly turned the stroller around to leave the store, no longer finding interest in the overpriced preppy wear either. The store signaled her exit with a sound of a doorbell-like sound and outside into the night Love went…after you.

Left and right she looked for you, neither the stripe of platinum white in your dark auburn stretched out hair or your scent could be found as the limited amount of people lingered around underneath the fairy lights. Disappointed Love felt her shoulders drop as she began walking down the brick ground in search of a pick me up. She found a smoothie stand that would be shutting down in just twenty minutes; who made her a pretty good smoothie.

Maybe she was just saying that because she lost sight of you. If this was any other normal moment, Love would drag this smoothie to filth. It was what she did with any food that wasn’t her’s but still find herself critiquing her own work as well. It’s what love does.

Was she a harsh critic? We’ll leave that up to whoever’s watching her life play out.

When she gave a little bit for Henry to try, finding no pits or anything concerning, deeming it safe for a her little boy to try, his nose crinkled a little bit in response.

“You think it’s just okay too, huh?” Love asked the baby boy who blew a raspberry and smacked his hands against the tray of the stroller.

Love laughed, “mommy’s all messed up over this breath-taking stranger…but don’t tell daddy that’s what I’m stalling my time with here.”

So she ended up people watching and taking Henry out to rest against her lap, bouncing him on her knee for a bit before rocking him to sleep to place right back in his stroller. When Love peered up after securely strapping Henry in, she saw you rushing over with the cool California air brushing your hair back as you went.

“Hi, you don’t know me and this is probably going to sound a little strange.” You started, and Love noted that you had an accent.

Was that a touch of a Bostonian accent?

Love took the brief motion to take in your features up close now. That white like snow stripe contrasted against your melanin greatly and you seemed to carry it with pride. No touch of poliosis seemed to bother you although Love was sure that you noticed her staring at it Briefly. You had down-turned set eyes that were extremely dark and round surrounded by lengthy lashes. A round mole sat to the left side of your forehead, a button nose, a square shaped face, and bow-shaped lips.

“This is LA so no nothing surprises me anymore.” Love flashed you a breathy smile, finally letting it dawn on her that she was probably staring a little too long.

You shoved one free hand into your Jean pocket laughing a bit, “tell me about it. As long as I’m not bothering you and the little one?”

“Of course not, Henry’s asleep and lately he’s actually starting to fully sleep through his little naps…you probably don’t care about this or have children—

Love rambled but it was evident that she was trying to get information on you with just that line.

You snorted, “nope no kids for me. Everyone around me seems to be going that path but it’s probably not in the cards for me…that’s personal and I’m doing too much. So what did this crazy woman come up to you for right? So Christmas is in a week and I’m doing shopping now.”

Love nodded her head, “a late bloomer are we?”

“Yeah I get that a lot,” You breathed and Love picked up on that hoping she didn’t press any wrong buttons, “I have one more person to get something for but he’s kinda…a lot?”

Love inhaled. Who was this person that you needed to get something for? A friend? Some possible sibling? A parental figure?

“Well…what’s the nature of your relationship?”

You rushed out, “Are you a therapist? That felt very therapist-y to me?”

“Oh god no,” Love snorted as she fanned her hands at you, “I’ve had my share with them and they’re not really my thing. I thought they would be but…having someone tell me how to live my life just on glimpses of what I tell them? I mean what the fuck do they really know if they’re not there right?”

You hummed with a nod of your head, “yeah my G-MA’s a psychologist so I feel that, trust me I do.”

“Right so…this person you’re shopping for you say he’s a lot to deal with basically. How long have you know each other?” Love continued, not wanting to make it seem like she was laying all her issues out on this gorgeous woman that needed her help.

You tapped your chin in thought, “I’ve known him since my senior year of high school, I moved out here from Boston my last year of school and I already fucking hated the place but he made it worth it. And we even went off to the same college so it really feels like a lifetime ya know? So twelve or so years? What do you get someone that has everything and you’ve been giving them gifts for…well minus the couple of years we didn’t speak.”

So he was a old friend? Love noticed that you didn’t have a wedding ring on your finger but you did have more tattoos on a few of them.

“Let me give you the run down real quick. We ended up dating the summer right after we graduated high school and even the first two in a half years of college. We broke up because he fell in love with someone else, I was hurt about it because it was so abrupt ya know? It was fresh and he’s off studying with the girl with the 4.0 or some shit. Ended up marrying her fresh out of college while I mostly engaged in hook ups which he learned to be supportive of? It wasn’t always that way. He was kinda a dick the moment I started to move on yet was too scared to admit that he was falling for the girl he was spending so much more time with and kicking me to the side.” You began to explain and Love felt for you, truly.

She wanted to fuck him up for you but it’s typical romance shit you find yourself wrapped up in. As she listened intently she found herself wanting to help you more and more.

…More like cut the guy out of your life for you forever really but that was just a thought!

“Anyways I’d eventually healed from that situation and actually hold a good relationship with them both…sometimes. It’s just annoying how he’s always so involved with who I date. You know he’s only gave my serious relationships the third degree with my ex theo and she was different. She had a whole thing with being touched, a empath thing. and now that I’m kinda on and off again with Jordan, a music producer—a real one, it’s like he’s being so nice with him, he tries to make all of my encounters his friends too. Like why don’t you get pissed off like you used too? Ugh. Oh my god, im starting to sound like these bitches out here.” You vented and love had no issue listening to you speak.

Your voice was like velvet.

Love exhaled with slight laughter rubbing her hands against her pants, “wow you’re right, he is a lot. That was a lot but I’m in no place to judge with my own share of relationships.”

She made sure not to flash you her own wedding ring.

“I think you should just stick a bow on yourself and call it a day. You did say it’s been twelve something years and that’s a long time to be involved with someone. A blessing or a curse if you will.” Love suggested carefully while you seemed to float off to space in thought.

You knew you were a damn prize and your old friend should learn to appreciate you more. It’s not like he didn’t but you had to accept the fact that he had a whole different life now, a new family yet he still wanted you part of it however twisted that was. You always claimed you wouldn’t be the one to still have a relationship with your ex but this friendship begged to differ.

He still had a very important hold on your life that you didn’t want to let go of or even felt like you needed to let go of? It could just be you getting in your head about this whole thing. What was different this holiday? Why did it matter this much? Was it because you attended a wedding with Jordan the other weekend and had his family asking you about marriage? It’s not like Jordan ever expressed that as a topic, at least not with you. It’s not like you cared in the first place, it was always about going with the flow with you two until you got tired and ended giving each other some space before connecting again and again.

You barely thought you’d make it through college and now people wanted you to think about marriage and being fruitful? Please.

“You’re right, screw it. Let’s grab a drink since this place is shutting down in ten.” You easily made up your mind with this wide eyed stranger with many laughter lines around her lips.

Love smiled, “you want to hang out with me and this little stinker? I doubt I’d be able to get into a bar with him?”

“Who said anything about a bar?” You winked, shifting the bags before waving your hands for Love to get to her feet.

And just in time since the the security made an announcement over the speakers that the outlet mall would be shutting down in x amount of minutes.

That’s how Love knew you would be something special, that you had the potential to change her life. When it came to making decisions you just needed a little push it seemed and hopefully that would work in Love’s favor. So why within the next two hours it went from brainstorming Christmas gifts, to getting to know each other even better over peppermint milkshakes, to ending up at Sherry and Cary’s house?

“Y/N, you didn’t tell us that you knew Love?” Sherry drawled on as Love kept her eyes on you, picking up on your body language as you interacted with Cary.

Turning slightly away from Cary you looked at Sherry, “Everybody knows somebody right? We all seem to know of love.”

Your answers seemed to be clipped when it came to Sherry and that made Love smile. It seemed as if you knew how to leave Sherry silenced and that almost seemed next to impossible.

You and Cary stood close together, intimately like you had millions of secrets to share between the two of you. Cary spoke to you carefully, a smile on his lips while you had some stars in your eyes. You two stood together like no one else mattered. Sherry huffed as she turned back to Love, she didn’t radiate jealousy as if she was used to this from the both of you.

That must take a lot of strength. Love on the other hand was feeling a little odd like she was imposing on you and Cary. “Old friends,” looked a lot more like a whole lot of feelings were still there if you asked love. She wasn’t sure how she should feel about this in that moment but it was evident that history was still strong and thriving.

“It’s the typical Cary and Y/N show when they’re in the room together, don’t mind them it’s just the way they operate.” Sherry picked up her flute glass and lightly sipped it, “was joe invited to your outing with Y/N?”

Love immediately shook her head a furrow in her brows, “oh, no it wasn’t like that. Y/N and I actually just met tonight but it feels like twelve years.”

“Interesting dynamic…” Sherry hummed.

Love was confused, “what do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” Sherry shrugged, “The baker and the esthetician. I would love to see how that plays out since I know you’re still struggling to see where you fit…which is no issue! You always have a spot with the rest of us.”

Was that all Sherry had to say about you? She was giving Love nothing here! Normally Sherry would blab anything within a instant about anyone else but it seemed as if when it came to you? She picked and poked or at least hinted at certain information. Love may have spent a few hours with you this evening but how well can you really know someone?

This was something she often thought about laying beside the man she called her husband. Life was tricky that way, you never know what can be thrown at you. The longer her view settled on you while Sherry found other topics to go on about, love figured you had purpose.

What was that when it came to her life, exactly?

So she left Sherry who sighed suddenly messing around with her laptop to probably check up on her blog and love moved to stand in between the two of you. A smile was plastered on her face as Cary and you finally turned to love.

“Christmas is coming up right?” Love started noticing you tilting your head to the side, “what is everybody’s plans this year?”

Cary politely smiled clasping his hands in front of his frame, “that’s a great question! Babe?!”

“I’m glad you asked, love. Finally something worth talking about here!” Sherry perked up, shutting her laptop closed and love noticed a eye roll coming from you.

Sherry strutted over as all eyes settled on her small silhouette, love noticed that she was actually a lot smaller without her heels. “Everyone has their own traditions, I’ve raved about it on my blog but since we’re all acquainted…I’ve or Cary and I have proposed this idea for Madre Linda this year.”

“Oh?” Love pressed, putting some hair behind her ear.

Cary added, “we’ve gained inspiration from other cultures around the globe for our nameless idea and combined it into one.”

“It’ll only take place for two days since others might have other engagements during this time.” Sherry replied, locking a arm around Cary’s waist and snuggling into his side while he failed to fight back a obnoxious yawn.

Love stared at all the faces in the room wondering if any of their faces gave anything away—it didn’t.

You waved your hand around, “don’t let the two out of the loop in on this glorious idea, please. Keep giving us nothing.”

Love snorted while you smirked at her.

Cary broke his attention away from his wife to stare at you, his gaze lingering before he remembered to alter his eyes from both you and Love.

“It’s a combination of traditions from sleeping in huts in the woods during the coldest days of the week to soaking in this mysterious lake to dancing away the evil spirits—

What the fuck?

Love’s round eyes shifted to yours and couldn’t contain the laughter that ripped through her rosy lips. The expression on your face was exactly what love was thinking, you were both of the same page.

“I’m sorry…were you guys on shrooms when you came up with this idea?” You crossed your arms, “and how many people did you get to sign on with this terrible explanation?”

Sherry smiled in satisfaction, “over 100 people, girl. I brought the idea to my blog first and then Cary put out the word to friends of friends.”

“And this is my first time hearing about this?”

Sherry shrugged, “we weren’t sure if you’d even be here and you’re always all over the place…either with your family or your current interest?”

“Jordan, baby. It’s Jordan.” Cary addressed while Sherry nodded her head in acknowledgement to make mental note of, as if she didn’t know.

Love noticed you rolling your eyes again.

“You should bring him!” Sherry added.

You clicked your tongue, “can’t. He’s spending Christmas back in Toronto. I’m not down for the whole dancing the evil spirits away so I might pass on this too.”

“Aw c’mon! it’s more than that it’s about bonding with everyone in town on the most wonderful time of the year,” Cary tried to persuade, walking towards you as if to invade your space—once again, which you seem to welcome.

It was a little odd.

Nonetheless Love felt her nostrils flaring.

“Yeah, well this town is full of superficial shit so I don’t know how much bonding i can take.”

You were blunt and Love loved that.

Love stepped to stand beside you making Cary look down at the brunette, “I think it could be quite the experience. I’m new here and I’d like to get to know everyone better, including you, y/n.”

You blinked.

“I’m sure joe would love to get in on this too!” Sherry added, after a brief silence.

Love knew what Sherry was doing. Perhaps she wasn’t as low-key with her interest in you than she thought. She’d have to tone it down a bit, joe might notice too…if he wasn’t too busy at the library that is.

“I’ll ask him,” Love commented before looking back at you as you twisted your lips around in thought, “I’ll bring you my own version of a peppermint milkshake.”

“That’s right…you’re all about desserts. Shit I can’t pass up on that.” You grinned, “i will say if things get too weird, I’m sliding the fuck out, hear me Sherry and Cary?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sherry fanned her hands as she let her fingertips now fly over her phone while Cary let out whoops that boomed off their neutral colored walls.

That made Sherry whack him, “the kids, honey! The kids!”

“Right! But that’s three people to add to the list, babe. We’re in business.” Cary pressed a kiss to her temple which indeed made her smile.

This may or may not be a cult initiation but there was something so interesting about what Madre Linda brought to the table. You and love spent only fifteen more minutes at Sherry and Cary’s house before Love knew she had to get Henry home. That was also when she remembered to check her phone to see multiple messages from joe letting her know that he was now home and expecting them.

How convenient.

“So…love. I know you’re not as crazy as those two in there, you’re really down for this and not just playing nice?” You asked out into the night as the both of you stood on the sidewalk by your vehicles.

Love inhaled, “oh fuck no but I’m down for a good laugh and I know Sherry and Cary will provide that. I still can’t believe you used to date Cary…wouldn’t think he’s your type. Plus we get to hang out more and I feel like we have something in common based on tonight.”

You tilted your head to the side choosing to ignore what love thought was your type, “and what’s that love?”

“We both want more for ourselves. And I know we can achieve that.” Love’s eyes burned into your frame and a smirk suddenly appeared on the corner of your lips.

The air was magnetic and you towered over Love as you stepped towards her, “together?”

“Together.” Love unintentionally felt her eyes moving from your lips back to your eyes— a total of three times and you noticed, “yeah, together. Only if you want, no pressure.”

“I can take pressure, I just hope you know what you’re getting into.” You placed the free strands of hair from the other side of Love’s head behind her ear, making her larger ears more prominent.

She felt herself shiver at the slight touch of your fingertips which felt warm against the cool winter of Los Angeles. And that’s when love knew that you were also aware of what affect you were having on her since the very first moment the both of you engaged.

So love pushed against the pressure asking to swap numbers and the both of you would meet up again. Unfortunately you couldn’t meet up before the grand Sharry event but Love was more than thrilled to be in your presence again, days later. And you could tell with the way she ran up to you and brought you down into a long embrace.

Sure she’s only know you for a smidge of a moment but this made sense this time! Joe noticed the change in love over the course of days that she met you and when he put the dots together with how upbeat she was to see you, he knew. This could possibly be a good thing, to push love out of their marriage.

Love wasn’t thinking about it that way. In fact with you around joe was a second thought but it’s not like she could just simply fall out of love with him. They also had a connection but there was some distance that grew every time Marienne came into the picture. It looks like that came into play when Love caught her husband from her peripheral immediately going to the short haired woman’s side.

She would deal with that later. Within five minutes she learned that you were upset over your on and off again record producer boyfriend, Jordan— Jordan Ullman, (Love learned to be his full name due to some quick research) was messing around with other women “already” in Toronto.

“Every time he says he needs time that means he’s going traveling for months at a time and fucking other bitches and I don’t know why I still bother?” You laughed as you pulled out a flask.

Love listened to you explain how every time you figured it out that there were no tears, just laughs. You shrugged as you continued, “he never takes accountability for his actions. It’s always everyone else’s fault. Every thing else has to be perfect despite his outer chill persona and when I start screwing around it’s suddenly a problem but it’s okay for him to because it comes with the territory of dating someone in the industry. Bullshit!”

“It is total bullshit, you shouldn’t continue entertaining him. What is he even good for?” Love sat beside you now in one of the random huts as the both of you peered out into the starry night.

You sighed going the extra mile to rest your head against Love’s shoulder. This she liked and you figured was okay since love was the first to initiate a hug out of you. The both of you were comfortable and love could feel the smile lines appearing by her lips against as she took a whiff of your hair and her eyelashes tickled over the swirl of your edges underneath your beanie.

“Company? I don’t know. I just got used to him being around whenever.” You shrugged.

And by that statement love knew what she had to do. She toyed with the idea further over the course of the night and the more joe cornered her about her intentions with you while he laughed it up with Marienne, love was going to come clean. Until midnight approached and love went to your hut to hear you chatting with Jordan on the phone (over some crappy service, thanks to the forbidden woods) which sounded a whole lot like a shitty apology that you seemed to fall for.

How foolish of you. Did you really crave the idea of worthless love because that’s what this Jordan guy was giving you. Love knew she could do better and she wanted to you know how that could be. Time was always limited and Love knew just from being away from you from a few days that she had to act before it was too late. She did not want you to slip through her fingers not when she only had you for a little while.

That’s how you ended up here. In a glass box, crusted blood in your nostril, possible bruises from the scuffle, and a knot on the back of your head. When you came to your senses you jumped up from the cot you were laying on? And winced as the room spun.

“Easy.” A deeper voice encouraged, as your blurry vision focused on a dark haired man.

Joe Goldberg.

“I provided some meds for the concussion you probably received from love repeatedly slamming your head into the ground. Sorry, that was too detailed but I read that you’re very detailed oriented.” Joe began pacing around the box you were in as you glanced at the tray that sat by the cot.

You deeply exhaled, “the hell is going on here?”

“Well…my wife’s become infatuated with you pretty quickly. I’m not sure if this is retaliation for my wandering eyes or if it’s genuine interest.” Joe summarized.

You snatched the pills from the metal tray and downed it without the liquids provided for you.

“She had to sneak and attempt to beat my ass and drug me to tell me that? We couldn’t just have a simple conversation?”

Joe dipped his head in understanding, “sure but that’s not how she operates…love caught you talking to Jordan? Is it? Boyfriend of yours—the record producer? She didn’t like that. Feels you deserve better and I agree, you certainly do.”

“I know what I deserve and I don’t need the both of you to tell me that.” You poked your tongue into your cheek and huffed.

Love Quinn-Goldberg might be tiny but she got you good with a sneak attack and she accomplished getting you down here.

Joe hummed as he stepped up to the glass and you didn’t like the way he was looking at you, analyzing. This was your first time encountering Love’s husband and this whole ordeal said a lot. He was here to clean up her mess and you weren’t sure how exactly that was going to happen.

“I’m sorry this is happening to you y/n but it looks like this is what love wants.”

“What are you getting out of this?”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious. You’re here and she’s not so why are you as a man speaking for her?” You fired off your question.

Joe opened and closed his mouth trying to figure how to answer this.

“Joe is similar to Jordan in this aspect.” Love announced holding a tray of food, “when he finds interest in someone else he’s obsessed with them and does anything to make them his. If he can. That’s something I learned to accept as a flaw of my husband’s and we’re married and if he wants to keep me happy then he’ll help me with you.”

Joe watched Love as she stepped up to the glass and she didn’t look at you as if she analyzing you or anything like that. It was out of pure adoration and you weren’t sure how to take that or how to feel about it…considering your circumstances. You certainly thought this whole dynamic was weird as fuck but what could you do right now?

“How does kidnapping me help your marriage?”

Joe also wanted to know the answer to this question.

Love opened up the compartment to place the food in and switch over to your side. You made no movement from the cot, now wanting to know what your supposed purpose was.

“I want to fall in love and be truly loved back.” Love breathed, “and it was destined from the moment you asked me to help you with Christmas presents that you needed the same. We could be that for each other, remember? Together.”

Joe didn’t know what he was witnessing but it was like he watching a tennis match as he tried to read you as well. If this all goes well he could get rid of love but he knew he couldn’t just disappear and start a new life elsewhere, part of him knew love wanted it all.

“Sweetie, you have no idea what you’re getting into.” You spoke after some time, “you can’t keep me here…it’s not something my family will allow.”

Love wasn’t sure how to respond to that, joe could feel her eyes checking his for reassurance but maybe that was something joe missed in this little investigation. From the outside your family seemed normal coming from a business side but joe must have been sloppy in this part. He was just happy that love had her attention elsewhere and not their college aged neighbor. So maybe he wasn’t as thorough as he thought.

“Look I’m flattered that you went through all this trouble to get me here or whatever but this could have been solved with a simple date. I would have been so down.” You admitted.

love sighed with a smile, placing a hand on the glass but you also threw in there as a warning.

“But you done fucked up,” you crossed your arms behind your head as you went to lay back down on the cot, “you snatched me without not only my permission but my family. Girl.” You let out a low whistle.

Love swallowed, “I’ll call this my Christmas present to myself. You’re the gift that I needed and hopefully I’ll be the same in return.”

“You’re sure showing me something by putting me in this box, love.” It was your turn to sigh as you rolled your head to look at her one last time for the day.

Joe felt like he should leave the two of you alone but now some curiosity was getting the best of him, as he needed a laptop and fast.

Love exhaled, “eat up. I made all of your holiday favorites. You’re gonna need your strength by the time we leave to France in a few.”

All you did was let out a small laugh as you turned putting your back to both red flags in the room. Love quickly speed-walked away from the box, locking the door behind her to enter the hallway where Joe sat on the steps tapping away on some keys.

Love needed more information about your upbringing and she knew the man in front of her would get that for her. However it was still crunch time and she needed you to get just enough peppermint in your system to flee so that the both of you could be together.

Just how it should be.

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✖   —   summary:  porco wasn't surprised when you called him at three in the morning because you were too drunk to drive back to your place. he would always be there when you needed, both as your best friend and the guy who was completely head over heels for you. and both of them were sure zeke jaeger was cheating on you.

✖   —   pairing: porco/reader & zeke/reader

✖   —   tags/warnings: so far it’s sfw but rating will change in future chapters, college au, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, unrequited love, cheating, toxic relationships, friends to lovers

chapter one: save your love

“Thanks for picking me up, Pock. You didn’t have to.”

“Tch. Of course I did,” Porco replied, putting his arm on the back of your seat on his car and reversing, getting out of the bar’s parking lot. You took your time observing him and noticed the bags under his eyes. You shouldn’t have been surprised. What were you expecting when you called him at 3 am asking him to pick you up from the bar because you were too drunk to drive home?

Porco rested his arm on the open window of his car, his other hand handling the wheel with ease. There were very few cars on the highway and the chilly air refreshed your body just right, making the ride home a lot more comfortable than you pictured. You closed your eyes, basking in the feeling of safeness you always felt whenever your best friend was around, plus the sweet dizziness on your head from the vodka and Porco’s cologne.

“What did the fucker do this time?”

It didn’t last long.

“He didn’t do a thing.”

Porco scoffed. “Yeah, right. Are you really going to pretend you didn’t end up in that bar because of what Zeke’s ‘friend’ just posted on her Instagram?”

“Porco, please.”

“What was the caption again? Oh, right. ‘Movie night’, devil face emoji, fire emoji,” he recalled with a snicker, his eyes fixated on the road. “She even tagged him on it, her legs resting on his lap and shit. Was it the same girl he took to the cat shelter for some ‘volunteer work’ last week or another?”

You didn’t answer. You knew Porco already knew who she was.

“She’s very pretty,” you mused. “It makes sense.”

“Please, have you looked at yourself?” Porco asked, taking a right turn.

Jokingly, you took the rearview mirror and angled it towards you. Your mascara was a little worn off and there were only traces of the red lipstick you had put on before heading to the bar. Your hair was messy as well and you look like you desperately needed a bottle of water.

“I look like shit,” you laughed, putting the mirror back to its original place.

“Shut the fuck up, you look good.”

“Pock, look at me. Whatever is going on here,” you said, gesturing at your face, “ain’t good. If you think so, your taste is really lacking.”

Porco chuckled, eliciting a soft smile from you.

“I like to think I have really good taste.”

“If we’re being serious, you have way too high standards,” you yawned, extending your arms and feeling some cracks on your back.

“How so?” he inquired, arching an eyebrow.

“You haven’t been in a relationship since I know you, which is what— a year?”

“And?”

“And I’m starting to think you’re afraid of commitment. Maybe you’re just afraid of a relationship,” you shrugged.

“Are you done, Freud?” he teased, sparing a quick glance at you before looking back at the road again.

“All I’m saying is you’ve had both beautiful girls and boys at your disposition and you have never even tried to date them. Well, no, my bad, you did take this one girl on a date. And what happened next?”

Porco chuckled. “Look, it’s not like that, we just didn’t click and—”

“You told her you were better off as friends and to this day I haven’t listened to a solid reason as to why you would drop such a pretty girl like her.”

“She just didn’t have what I was looking for,” he shrugged innocently.

“See what I mean? Unbelievable high standards. None of us is worthy of the mighty Porco Galliard, the lacrosse team captain who can fit seventeen marshmallows inside his mouth.”

Both of you broke in laughter, not caring about waking up someone from the houses alongside the road. You looked around and immediately recognized the neighbourhood, your laugh ceasing immediately. You patted Porco’s arm, trying to get his attention.

“Can you turn left at the next intersection?”

“We need to keep straight to get to your place.”

“I want to go to Zeke’s for a minute.”

Porco’s face twisted into a scowl. “Why would you want to go to him right now?”

“I— he told me he was watching movies by himself. I just want to check on him, we don’t even have to step off the car.”

“Hey,” he said sternly, catching your attention. “Don’t do this. You saw her Instagram post, you know what happened between those two. Are you really going to believe him after you just saw fucking evidence?”

“I know him,” you insisted. “He wouldn’t just flat out lie to me, not like that.”

“And the photo from tonight? How do you explain that?”

You took a deep breath, a sharp pain in your head making you close your eyes tightly.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Please, just— drive past his house. If his lights are out, then he must be sleeping after watching those movies by himself, just like he told me so.”

Porco scoffed.

“Porco, please,” you pleaded, squeezing his arm as you got closer and closer to the intersection. “Please.”

Rolling his eyes, Porco turned left as you asked him to and started driving to Zeke’s house, following your instructions. He didn’t try to come up with conversation again, instead, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he pulled up crossing the street, a couple of houses away from your target.

Your heart immediately relaxed when you looked at Zeke’s window: the lights were off. You let out a long, tired sigh, letting your forehead rest on the glove compartment of Porco’s car.

“I don’t understand you,” Porco sneered, resting his chin on his hand, his elbow pressed on the open window of his car. “Him having the lights off means nothing, he could—”

Porco turned to you as you sat back up, your eyes meeting his. He bit his tongue, silently cursing and looked at his wheel, setting both his hands on it.

“He could what?” you insisted.

“Nothing,” he quickly replied, passing a hand through his hair. “His lights are off. Can we go now?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you whispered, sitting back against his passenger seat and getting comfortable.

Right when Porco was reaching for his keys, a noise in the quiet neighbourhood startled you. Both of you raised their heads as a black car passed alongside them and parked in front of Zeke’s house. A tall, blonde girl exited the same house, accompanied by none other than your boyfriend. You recognized her as Yelena, who had begun appearing more and more frequently in his pictures at the same time he started posting less and less about you.

Zeke walked her to the car and you watched in horror as she pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips before getting in the car. He closed the door after her and patted the roof of the car twice before sending her off. Porco gripped the wheel tightly as Zeke stretched his arms and walked back home, dragging his feet without a care in the world.

Sighing, Porco turned to you, who were already dialling Zeke’s number.

“No, c’mon,” he said, trying to take your phone away but you swatted his hand away, putting a finger on top of your lips, asking for silence.

“Hey baby,” you greeted in your fake, cheery voice. Porco couldn’t believe after spending two years with you, Zeke couldn’t realize that when your voice got too high-pitched, it meant you were faking every word. “Yeah, I know it’s late. Sorry. Sorry. Yes, I just— I know. I know it’s too late to call.”

Porco could feel his blood boiling at every apology that came out of your mouth even after witnessing Yelena leaving his house not even five minutes ago.

“I just wanted to ask how you were doing? Were the movies fun?” you made a pause, your smile tight on your face. “Ah, I see. Wasn’t it boring to watch all by yourself?” you pressed and not even you could maintain your smile after hearing his response. “Mhm, I do know you prefer to watch movies alone. Anyway, it is quite late. Talk to you later, I love—”

You looked at the screen on your phone and noticed the call had already ended.

“Well, there’s that,” you mused to yourself before putting your phone back on your jeans.

Silently, Porco started his car again, driving away from the suburbs and heading to your place as he had intended in the first place. The comforting silence was now poisonous, his eyes flicking from the road every minute to check on you, who was looking outside the window with your eyes lost. your mind probably too full of thoughts that he couldn’t begin to understand.

It didn’t mean he didn’t want to, though.

He kept driving in silence until he reached your apartment, parking in his usual spot. He left the engine running, even if you knew he always waited until you entered the building to drive away. He unlocked the doors and let out a long sigh.

“Drink some water before getting to bed,” Porco reminded you, both his hands on the wheel.

You didn’t move a muscle, eyes lost on his glove compartment, the events of the night running around your head. Yelena’s Instagram photo. Zeke’s text telling you he was alone. Him kissing her goodnight at 2 am.

“Hey,” he called, startling you. “Are you okay?”

You opened your mouth but then closed it, not knowing where to start. You pursed your lips and tugged at your fingers in discomfort.

“Talk to me,” Porco insisted.

“Can you stay tonight?” you asked in a small voice. “Annie is out and I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts tonight.”

Before you could finish your sentence, Porco was already killing the engine.

It was a silent walk to your apartment. You checked yourself in the elevator's mirror, realizing how awful you truly looked. Your eyeliner was smudged along with your mascara and the bags under your eyes were more noticeable than ever. As you inspected your face, Porco grabbed your cheek between his thumb and index, playfully pulling it from side to side until you were laughing, asking him to stop.

When you entered your apartment, you immediately walked to the bathroom, in deep necessity of a shower. Porco knew your apartment like the back of his hand, so after a quick detour to the kitchen, he made his way to your bedroom. He saw your laptop on your bed, messy sheets and clothes on the floor, probably how you had left it after seeing Yelena’s post on Instagram and decided to go to your favourite bar and forget about it for a while.

Porco took off his shoes and started picking up your clothes and put them on your spare chair, your laptop now on your desk. While he made your bed, he listened to you using your hairdryer in the bathroom and figured you would be out soon. He took out his phone from his pocket and looked at this schedule. It was already four in the morning and he had classes at nine. It was okay, he told himself. He had a hoodie in his car he could change into the next morning, and no one would say anything about him arriving in sweatpants. Well, no one that cared enough about their reputation to try and make fun of one of the golden boys of the university, at least.

You stepped off your bathroom already wearing your pyjamas, a tank top and small cotton shorts. Being friends with Porco for so long, it wasn’t the first time he had seen you in your pyjamas but it was truly the first time he saw you so small while wearing them. Maybe it was because of everything that happened that night, your tired eyes or the way you were standing, but Porco had to fight off the urge to put his arms around your body and protect you. From what? He wasn’t quite sure.

He handed you a bottle of water he had grabbed from the kitchen and you drank it all in one try.

“The only true secret to avoid being hungover tomorrow,” he reminded you.

“I know,” you smiled, leaving the empty bottle on your desk. “C’mon, let's get to bed.”

Porco had slept with you before, sure. You had travelled to the beach together with some friends and your sleeping bags were always put next to each other, which only prompted you to talk all night, telling each other embarrassing stories from your younger years. You had also fallen asleep in Porco’s dorm before, after a party that left you too tired to go back to your place. He would always let you crash on his bed and you slept soundly, knowing you were safe if he was around.

Zeke had never liked that. But Porco couldn’t care less.

He got into bed first, scooting to the wall and making space for you. You laid next to Porco, facing him and sighed happily when your head finally hit your pillow

“Thanks for making the bed, Pock,” you smiled.

“Why are you still with him?”

You averted his gaze, your smile dropping in an instant. “I love him,” you muttered.

“Do you? Do you really love someone who is lying to you like this?” he insisted. You felt a knot forming on your throat. “You understand he was fucking Yelena, right?”

You nodded softly, hugging the pillow under your head.

“Then why waste your time with an asshole like him? What are you waiting for, what do you want him to do so you finally leave him? What’s your tipping point, huh?”

Porco’s voice was gentle yet firm as he tried to get to you. He watched you as you laid still, not willing to answer any of his questions. He wondered if maybe you didn’t want to know the answer either.

“You’re smart. You’re— fuck, you’re one of the smartest people I know. Why are you letting him treat you like garbage? Why are you allowing him to hurt you like this?”

Once again, he was met with silence.

“You’re are fun, beautiful and yet you’re drunk at 4 am on a fucking Wednesday because your boyfriend is cheating on you and not only that— he’s fucking her and letting everyone know. Why are you doing this to yourself?” he inquired, his voice getting a little desperate. “You should be with someone who treats you right, who— fuck, someone who knows how much you’re worth. Someone who would never hurt you like this.”

You couldn’t suppress a cold laugh.

“Yeah, like who?” you scoffed, nuzzling your face on your pillow.

“Like me.”

You snapped your head to Porco, eyes open wide and lips parted, trying to form words.

“W-what?”

You looked at Porco, his eyes looking intensely at you. He opened his mouth and closed it almost immediately, shaking his head.

“No,” he said, almost to himself, shifting on the bed and propping up on his elbow, his body still facing yours. “I said what I said. I… I love you. Have loved you for quite some time now,” he admitted. You watched heat rising to his cheeks, tinting them deep red.

“I— I love you too,” you said softly. “You know that. I always tell you how grateful I am to have you in my life and that I—”

“You know I don’t mean it like that. I don’t love you as a friend,” Porco muttered, rolling his eyes.

You stayed in silence, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as your eyes scanned the bed sheets between both your bodies. Even if Porco was being crystal clear with his words regarding his feelings towards you, somehow it didn’t make sense in your head.

“Why?” you whispered.

“What do you mean ‘why’?”

“Why do you… well—”

“Why do I love you?” Porco asked, raising an eyebrow. He watched you nod softly. “Well, ‘cause it’s you. Ever since we met, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you, your weird sense of humour and your irrational fear of panda bears,” he said, making both of you laugh, helping in releasing the tension both of you were carrying since his confession. “C’mon, you honestly thought I was so full of myself I didn’t think anyone was worthy of dating me? Fuck, I—,” he let out an honest chuckle, passing a hand through his hair. “I was just in love with you. And trust me, it’s not fun going out on a date with someone when all you can think is ‘Oh, she’d love this place’ or ‘I would be having much more fun if she was here instead’.”

“You really did that?” you asked in a small voice.

Porco smirked, cocking his head towards you. You knew his confession was playing a big part but you couldn’t stop noticing how handsome he truly was. Sure, you had always known he was good-looking, you knew this when you teased him for not going out with other people, but you never realized how truly beautiful he was.

Looking at him lying on your bed, the moonlight coming from your open window and hitting his face, it was as if you were looking at him for the first time, noticing the smallest details you had been ignoring for so long. Like how his eyes weren’t hazel but golden and that he had a few freckles on his cheekbones, decorating his slightly tanned skin. His lips also looked soft, even for someone who had woken up in the middle of the night to pick up their drunk friend. The white t-shirt he was wearing exposed his toned arms, making you feel the need to bury your face on his chest so he could put them around you.

You hadn’t realized you were moving forward until you felt Porco’s hand on your shoulder, preventing you from getting closer. You should have known you wouldn’t have been able to notice his freckles from afar. Porco’s eyes went from your lips back to your eyes and you sensed how bad he was rethinking his choices as he gently pushed you back on the bed.

“Listen, I—” he started, his blush only getting more noticeable, now making the tip of his nose turn red as well. “I’m not going to be your rebound, neither someone who you fuck out of spite or to get back at your boyfriend. Fuck, I don’t even know why I told you this,” he sighed, putting down his propped arm and laying his cheek on the pillow next to you. “Just… do better. For yourself. You deserve much more than that monkey man who hasn’t realized he’s a four dating a ten.”

You giggled at his remark and he smirked, proud of himself. Porco and you looked at each other’s eyes, a soft smile lingering on your lips. Tentatively, you reached for his hair, his golden locks feeling soft under your touch. Porco stayed still as you played with his hair, even closing his eyes as you did so.

After a few moments, your hand travelled to his cheek, making him open his eyes again. Your thumb gently stroked his skin, soft and tender under your touch. Porco’s eyes were fixed on your face as you caressed him silently. Your other fingers started running over his skin with a feather-like touch, entrapped in the sweet moment between the two of you.

Porco turned his head just enough for his mouth to meet your palm. He pressed a kiss on it, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt your heart skipping a beat and a smile creeping on your face.

“Can I hug you?” you asked in a whisper.

Porco nodded, opening his arms for you. You scooted closer to him, sliding your right arm around his waist, bending your other arm and flushing your head against his chest. Your legs tangled together, not taking too long before finding a comfortable position.

Once you were settled, Porco’s left arm draped around your body, pulling you closer to him gently. He pushed his right arm under your pillow, loving how easy it felt to be like this with you. It was as if you were always meant to sleep like this, with your face against his chest and your hand on his back. He looked down at you and pushed some of your hair away from your face

“Are you comfortable?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, taking a deep breath and sighing contently against his chest. Porco’s cologne filled your senses and you couldn’t help but smile at the homely feeling.

He pressed his lips against your forehead. “Goodnight,” he whispered, closing his eyes. You imitated him and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

...

When Porco opened his eyes the next morning, he felt as if only a couple of seconds had passed since he had closed his eyes. He sighed. Well, it wasn’t the first time that he had sleeping problems but a part of him innocently hoped it would change after he got to sleep by your side. He looked at your sleeping face. It was way too innocent from him to think just because he got to rest by your side he would have had a good sleep.

He looked down at your sleeping face and couldn’t help but smile a little. He recalled the moment you leaned into him, searching for a kiss before he had to push you away. Porco exhaled, his eyes travelling to your lips. There wasn’t anything he wanted more than to kiss the girl of his dreams— hell, he had dreamt about that for almost a year now.

But not like that. Never like that.

Porco took his phone on your bedside table and checked the time. Seven in the morning. He yawned, burying his face in the pillow. He hated his inability to go back to sleep after he had already woken up. His first class was in three hours and while you didn’t have any classes in the morning, he knew you would probably wake up regretting having drunk so much the night before.

Carefully, he pulled away from you and headed to the kitchen. You had mentioned Annie was going to be out and he figured either she hadn’t come home yet or she was asleep as well. Just in case, he tried to be extra silent while preparing coffee. He thanked Annie was the closest thing to a coffee connoisseur he knew, because he couldn’t help but let out a happy hum when the smell of coffee filled the kitchen.

As he watched the coffee drip on your mug, he leaned on the counter, his mind going back to the night he’d spent on your bed. How your fingers traced his hair, how your hand felt against his cheek and the way you looked at him when he kissed your palm. Even if he had stopped you from kissing him, somehow the tender moment you shared had felt even more intimate. Like it was always supposed to be like that: just you and him.

It wasn’t until several minutes later that Porco realized he had been smiling the whole time. He had told you he loved you. You hadn’t pushed him away after knowing how he really felt about you— not only that, you had shown him tenderness by cuddling with him the whole night. Even if Porco was aware things were far more complicated than that moment, he also knew it was a step in the right direction. He could almost see you sitting on the counter in front of him, morning light hitting your face and your legs swinging while you looked at him with a soft smile.

A shuffling noise made Porco snap out of his daydreaming. He peeked from the kitchen door, thinking Annie was back home but instead he found you stepping out of the room, wearing shorts and a big hoodie while you checked your phone.

“Thought you didn’t have class until later today,” Porco said, walking into the living room and startling you.

“Hey Pock— and no, I— Zeke called. He said he wants to talk, that he needs me, so I… I called an Uber, I’m going to his place now.”

“Are you serious right now?”

You looked into his eyes and immediately back to the floor, his glare too full of the truth for you to endure.

“The Uber is waiting,” you said in a small voice. “Thanks for… driving me home and staying. I have to go.”

In silence, Porco watched you walk past him to your apartment door and carefully close it behind you. A part of him wanted to think it was nothing but a joke from your part, that you would open the door any second now.

The song of the coffee machine turning off let him know he should have known better than to hope.

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night changes (spencer reid/reader)

Title: night changes Requested: no Couple: spencer reid/fem!reader Category: smut Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (virgin!reader, virgin!spencer, loss of virginity (Spencer and Reader), penetrive sex, unprotected sex, fingering, heavy petting, groping/grinding), making out, cuddling, awkward moments, ssn2 Spencer, mentions of drinking Word Count: 5,705 Summary: Spencer and Reader have a lot of firsts together. A/N: I was listening to one direction with my sisters and the song night changes came on and it made me think about spencer and reader being each other’s first. Thank you all so much for the love and support! I appreciate it and you! Check out my masterlist!

{***}{***}{***}

Something I hated about the BAU team was that no one’s secrets were safe. Once one person knew something about you, the rest of the team quickly found out. Secrets weren’t safe with anyone. Unfortunately for me, I was still learning that about the team.

I was the youngest and newest member. Recently joined a year after Spencer Reid, and was a year younger than him. Everyone on the team instantly thought us to be friends since we were so close in age, as well as being the newest to the team. Truth is, outside of work, we didn’t really hang out. Everyone thought we did, but we didn’t. 

I’d be a big fat liar though, if I said I didn’t have a crush on him. He’s cute, funny, and genuine. I don’t think he pitied me because I was the youngest, but part of me definitely did think that.

To be honest though, I think everyone on the team pitied me, except for Gideon. I really only got this job- which started off as an internship- because of Gideon, he was my uncle after all. 

One night, Penelope had invited the women of the team over for girls’ night. And that particular night I had too many drinks and let them know a secret. A secret I wished no one knew. It’s not something I should exactly be ashamed of, though. 

I’m a 24 year old virgin. But, like I said, I shouldn’t be ashamed of that. Just compared to the other women on the team… It was a little embarrassing. I was just happy that they all agreed to keep their mouths shut and not tease me about it in front of the others.

That didn’t last too long… Because Derek freaking Morgan wanted to play Truth or Dare the one night we all had to stay late to finish paperwork. He claimed it was “To keep us young”. A bullshit of a claim if you ask me.

“Truth or Dare? Are you serious? What are we, 12?” I scoffed before sipping my tea. Spencer looked over his glasses at me with a raised brow. Derek scowled as he looked at me.

“Truth or dare, Sunshine?” He asked as he kept his eyes on me as I shuffled through the paperwork on my desk. I rubbed my forehead with the pads of my finger tips before looking over at him with pure annoyance on my face.

“Truth,” I stated firmly. I just hope my annoyance was known. 

“When was the last time you got laid?”

“How mature.”

“When was it?” 

“Derek, please…” I looked at him as I pleaded. I really didn’t want to let this out. “Three nights ago,” I lied as I looked down at the papers on my desk. Derek catcalled while everyone else just stayed silent.

“Seriously?”

“No. Not three nights ago. Unless it was with some guy in Arizona,” I scoffed, pointing out that we were on a case, in Arizona, at that time. Derek looked at me with a raised brow. “It’s been a while,” I lied again. I pressed my hand to my face, hoping to leave it at that.

“That’s not what I was told,” JJ whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear. I pulled my hand away from my face and looked at her with wide eyes. 

“Jennifer,” I warned. She looked away from me the moment my eyes locked with hers. My heart dropped to my stomach, and an anxious feeling bubbled up my throat. 

“What does she mean, Sunshine?” Derek looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I let out a deep sigh before pressing both my hands to my face.

When I finally pulled my hands away from my face and looked around the room, I noted that everyone was looking my way. Everyone except for Aaron and Jason. Thank God they were in their own conversation and not listening to the childish conversations the rest of the team were having. 

“You’re a profiler. You figure it out,” I shrugged as I looked right at Derek. JJ and Emily shared a look as I stared at him.

“I might be a profiler. But you’ve given me no information…” Derek squinted at me as he spoke. I stared at him, staying quiet while he figured it out. I shifted slightly in my seat as I waited for his next “deduction”.

But I didn’t have to wait for his continuation. Because someone else had something to say, someone who had been quiet the entire time this was going on.

“You’re a virgin,” Spencer spoke out of nowhere. I looked over at him with wide eyes. I could feel heat grow ablaze across my face as I stared at him. If my silence wasn’t enough of an answer, I’m not sure what was. 

“Oh our little Sunshine is a late bloomer. Ain’t nothing wrong with that.” Derek smiled at me. I dropped my shoulders as I stared at him.

“I hate all of you,” I muttered as I put all my things in my bag. 

“C’mon we were just messing around.” Derek tried to stop me as I stood. I looked at him with a cocked eyebrow.

“Yeah, at the expense of my personal life,” I gestured at myself out of annoyance. “I’m gonna finish these at home. If anyone needs me I’ll be there. I’ll see you guys then.” I shrugged as I walked towards the elevators.

I couldn’t help the angered noises that escaped my mouth. Of course Spencer Reid would figure it out of all the people there. 

“Hey! Hey, wait up!” A voice shouted from behind me as I got closer to the doors. I froze just as my fingers hovered over the buttons of the elevator. “Wait!” 

“I’m waiting, Spencer,” I muttered as I withdrew my hand away from the buttons. He appeared beside me and pressed the buttons for me. 

“I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean to.” He looked over at me as he spoke. I looked back at him and shrugged.

“It’s not your fault. It’s Derek’s,” I muttered as I stepped on the elevator. Spencer stepped on beside me.

“You know, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin.” Spencer looked over at me as he spoke. I glanced at him and shrugged. 

“Yeah, well it feels like a bad thing when everyone on the team has had sex except for me,” I sighed deeply. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Spencer asked, sounding almost offended with my statement. I looked at him and laughed.

“We can’t all be Lila Archer or Jennifer Jareau, Spencer,” I shyly smiled at him. I had known about Lila Archer and what had happened between them. And I even knew what happened between him and JJ. 

“I’m still a virgin,” he stated so calmly that I almost didn’t take him seriously.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not. I’ve never had sex with anyone.” 

“But…” my words trailed off, as did my train of thought. Spencer looked at me with a smile before he shrugged. 

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin,” he whispered before he stepped off the elevator.

{***}{***}{***}

It felt almost impossible to breathe. I don’t have time to explain why it felt impossible to breathe, it was just hard. Spencer Reid was coming over… Not just as a friend. No, he was coming over for a date. 

Like I said, I didn’t have time to explain. Three striking knocks on the door pulled me from my own thoughts. I looked over at it with wide eyes before I swallowed roughly. 

I straightened out a few things sitting on the coffee table, and myself, before I rushed to the door. When I pulled it open, Spencer was standing on the other side. He was looking down at me with a smile. 

He was wearing a dark blue, chunky sweater over a white button up and black tie. Black slacks hugged his hips, and black dress shoes covered his feet. Glasses sat on his nose, in front of his eyes, and his hair was combed over to the side. 

The difficult feeling of not being able to breathe returned quickly the longer I stared at him. To be fair, he stared back at me, a small smile growing on his lips. I hated how long we stayed quiet as we stared at each other. 

“H-Hi,” Spencer finally spoke. I swallowed roughly and nodded as I hid behind the door a bit more.

“Hi,” I whispered as I stared at him. 

“Are… Are you going to let me in?” he asked softly. I jumped once I realized he was still standing outside. I stepped away from the door and pulled it open more, silently inviting him in.

“S-Sorry. I just…” I watched as he walked into my living room. He turned and looked at me, watching as I shut and locked the door. 

“It’s okay. I was a little nervous walking up the driveway,” he nervously laughed. I smiled and nodded.

“Well! I have snacks! And… And water! I don’t have a movie queued up yet because I wasn’t sure what you wanted to watch…” I held my hands together as I walked into the living room a bit more.

“Oh! We can…”

“I have a bunch of Disney movies… If you want to watch a Disney movie. Have you seen Emperor’s New Groove?” I asked, as I nervously pulled at my fingertips. Spencer looked at my hands before looking up at my face. I hope he could pick up on the anxiety I was feeling. And if he did, he didn’t say anything about it. Thankfully.

“No, I haven’t. Is it good?” 

“I’ll put it on.” I nervously smiled before going to my TV to get the movie ready. Spencer quietly took a seat on the couch as I put the DVD in the DVD player. Once the movie was in, I stood up and went to join him. I sat on the opposite end of the couch.

Of course, by the time we got to the halfway point of the movie, I was sitting closer to him, and even holding his hand. It did take a little convincing for him to do that though. 

And then we were at the end. The credits were about 5 minutes away from rolling. My head rested on his shoulder. We were very comfortable with the little bit of cuddling that was happening. 

“Hey Spencer…” I mumbled, as I lifted my head off his shoulder. Spencer looked over at me with a mildly worried look in his eyes. “C-Can we kiss?” 

“Y-you want… I’m sorry, you want to kiss… Me?” he asked as he looked at me. I looked back at his face and nodded. I quickly looked down and away from him once I realized how stupid that question was.

“We don’t have to… It was just a silly question… I was just thinking about our conversation the other day… And, well… Just ignore me,” I muttered as I waved off the question. I hated this feeling that I felt. 

“Silly question?”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Do you… Want to kiss?” 

‘Well yeah, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.’ I thought to myself. I looked up at Spencer, and nodded. I didn’t trust myself enough to speak. 

“R-Right now?” 

“Like I said, we don’t-” my thought was cut off by Spencer awkwardly resting his hand on my face and bringing my face to his. Our lips lightly touched.

I don’t know why I do these things to myself. Because I almost couldn’t breathe just with the thought of kissing him. But now it’s actually happening and I was holding my breath. 

Spencer’s lips were soft, yet mildly chapped. He was so gentle, and I loved it. I loved every moment of it. While one of his hands held my face, his other hand held mine. It made me feel calm and safe. But Spencer had that effect on me. He carefully moved his head and deepened the kiss. Our noses smushed together as he moved. 

After a few moments passed, we pulled away from each other. I kept still and my eyes closed. My body was trying to regulate itself and teach itself to breathe again.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked after a moment of silence. I swallowed roughly and nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m… Okay.” 

“Was that up to your expectations?”

“Honestly?” I asked and looked at him. He nodded his head lightly. “I don’t know what I was expecting,” I whispered. 

I don’t know a lot of things. But I do know this kiss was the best thing to happen to me. {***}{***}{***}

The kiss was… several weeks ago and nothing came of it. Everything went back to normal after the date and we didn’t speak of it. I learned my lesson though and didn’t give any details to the other women of the team. 

Just when I thought things were okay, Spencer and I were forced to share a room while on a case. I never had an issue before sharing a room with him. But this was the first time we’d be spending time alone together since the date and kiss.  And to make matters even worse for both of us… it wasn't just the room we were sharing. It was the bed too.

The tension in the room was high. It was just a kiss for christ’s sake. It was the bed that made it awkward. If we had two queens, like we were told, I’m sure there’d be no awkwardness about this. But unfortunately for both of us… We didn’t get the two queens.

Spencer sat on the far side and I sat on the other side of the bed. There was enough space between us to allow at least another adult to join us. He was reading a book, whereas I was reading over the file. 

I hated the tension in the room.

“I’m going to shower,” Spencer announced to the room. I looked away from the folder I was holding and at him.

“Okay. Good luck,” I smiled softly at him. He looked back at me and nodded before entering the bathroom. I dropped my file to my lap before slipping off the bed and going to the fridge. He was a quick shower person, so I doubt he’ll be in there too long. I just had to keep busy till he came back out, then I could go to sleep. I don’t want him worrying about waking me up. 

Once I had a snack, I returned to my seat on the bed. Deciding I was finished with the gory details of the case file, I clicked the television on, going through the channels before deciding to shut it off. Why would anything good be on TV in a hotel in the middle of nowhere? Sitting in the silence of the room was better than the garbage soap operas.

After about 10 minutes of my loneliness, the bathroom door opened, and out stepped Spencer, with just a towel around his waist. It was so hard to keep my eyes off him. This was torturous… This was honest to God all on him. He probably knew what he was doing.

“Forgot my clothes.” He looked at me with an awkward smile as he lifted his clothes. I looked up at his face and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah,” I whispered as I looked at the apple core in my hand. 

Sure. I’m sure that’s exactly what you did.

I watched as he quickly went back into the bathroom. I closed my eyes just as he looked back at me. I silently prayed that he didn’t notice my staring. But who am I to kid? It’s Spencer freaking Reid. He definitely noticed me staring.

Spencer came back out, this time wearing his pajamas, which consisted of a matching set of a light blue button up sleep shirt, and light blue bottoms, five minutes later.  He quietly took his spot on his side of the bed, sitting on the very edge. I hated how much space was between us, and I hated how tense it was. 

The silence in the room was only occupied by the pages of Spencer’s book being turned. I hated the silence too. It was hard to say how much time passed, but it was a while before anything was said. 

I looked over at him, watching him for a moment before saying, “Is everything okay?” I paused and swallowed roughly. “Between us, I mean?” I looked at Spencer with a worried crease in my brow. He looked back at me, a confused expression on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, why wouldn’t we be? Did somethin-”

“We’ve been walking on eggshells since we kissed each other. And that was so long ago, Spencer. I was just making sure…”

“No, nothing’s wrong between us. I promise.” 

“You were my first kiss, you know,” I whispered as I looked up at him. He looked back at me with a nervous look in his eyes. 

“I wish I could say you were mine…” Spencer returned with a certain sadness in his words. He moved so he was standing between my legs. 

“It was a damn good first kiss, too,” I laughed sadly. Spencer raised an eyebrow before grasping both my hands. “I like you, you know,” I finally looked up at him, “And I have for a while.”

“I like you, too,” he finally said, as he placed his book on the night stand.

“No, not like… I like like you, Spencer. Not as a friend,” I muttered as I looked away.

“I know,” he whispered. I looked up at him, feeling my heart leap to my throat. “Me too.”

I really thought he just liked me as ‘just friends’. I thought that for a while, too. But why else would he kiss me? Maybe it was a pity kiss? But it was such a nice kiss. 

“Really?” 

“Yes, really.” Spencer nodded with a bright smile. I smiled as he reached for my hand. “I was surprised when you asked to kiss me because I didn’t think you liked me that way.”

“Why else would I ask you to kiss me?!”

“Well… I don’t know.”

“K-Kiss me again… If you like me, kiss me again,” I whispered, as I looked up at his face. Spencer looked back at me before slowly leaning over to me. 

Our lips met in a tender kiss. And after a brief moment, we both deepened it. My hands lifted to hold his face as Spencer moved to straddle my waist. My body slowly slipped down the bed, and Spencer followed along. I laid down, perfectly on the pillow with Spencer holding himself over me. It was like there was a silent understanding. We both wanted more, but we didn’t want to be vocal about it… yet.

Something was about to change tonight… Actually, a lot of things were going to change tonight.

Spencer wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting my body up into his. He delicately pressed his hips into mine, prompting a soft moan to come from me. My fingers got tangled in his hair, gently tugging at it. I quickly brought my hands to hold his face, keeping him in place. Another soft moan fell from my lips, causing Spencer to freeze. I didn’t mean to moan. It was just an accident.

“Wait, wait,” Spencer breathed out against my lips. “We should seriously think about this before we do anything else,” he said as he pushed away from me. I looked up at him with eyes.

He quickly rushed off the bed, almost falling into the dresser. I sat up a little bit and watched as he paced back and forth in front of the bed. Seriously think about it before anything happens… And if nothing happens, nothing happens, it’ll be fine.

I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, waiting. Spencer stood a few feet away, talking to himself. I understood why though. I mean, I was talking to myself too, trying to get myself off the edge. My heart was going a million miles an hour, like I was a roadrunner outrunning a coyote. 

Spencer continued walking back and forth, his hands going through his hair as he muttered to himself.

I looked up at him before I spoke. "We don't have to have sex-" 

"I know," Spencer cut me off before looking over at me. I lifted my arms to cover my chest as he stared. "I want to. I want to do this," he stepped closer to me. “You’re the person I want to do this with.”

I looked at him, watching as he lifted a hand to my face. 

“I want to do this with you too, but if you’re going to think so hard about it… Maybe we shouldn’t,” I whispered as I brought a hand to his. A small smile grew across his lips before he nodded.

“I agree. I want to do this. However… I’m ready. I’m not thinking too hard about it. And I want to do this with you,” he repeated.

“I want to do this with you, too.” I smiled softly. Spencer smiled again before meeting to kiss me. 

As he continued kissing, we moved back up on the bed. Just like before, his arms wrapped around my waist. His hips ground against mine, eliciting another soft moan from me. My hands found their way to his shirt, pulling at it and the buttons to rip it open. Neither of us cared that buttons popped off and flew all over. 

My fingers danced up and down his chest, tracing over the faint definition on his chest. Spencer smiled softly against my mouth. He pulled one of his hands away from my back, and rested it at the top of my shorts, right on my bare hip.

“Keep… Keep touching me,” I mumbled as I held his face close to mine. A small, but nervous, smile grew across his lips as he slipped his hand up my shirt. His fingers danced along my sides as he worked his way up to my bra. My breathing slowly grew ragged as he brushed against the hooks of my bra. “M-More,” I stumbled over my words.

Spencer laughed softly as he struggled to unhook my bra. I smiled once the hooks were undone. His hand was so gentle over my breast that it took my breath away. He massaged the supple skin, causing soft moans to come from me. I took a deep breath as he continued rolling his hips into the thin fabric of my pajama shorts. It was intoxicating how large his bulge felt between my legs, nearly breathtaking.  

I needed more from him. He wasn’t touching me enough. 

“I-I need more,” I cried against his lips. Spencer looked down at me, his eyes filled and blown out from the lust. He carefully brought his hand back down to my shorts. My stomach flinched at the delicate touches he made before he was cupping over my clothed sex.

My body instinctively moved away from him. When Spencer sensed my slight uneasiness, he went to remove his hand. But I stopped him, grabbing his wrist and keeping his hand against me. When he realized that this was really what I wanted, he nodded lightly before carefully pushing past the waistband of my pants. 

“Is this okay?” Spencer murmured against my lips. I gasped lightly as his finger moved against me. 

“I-It feels so good, Spencer,” I gasped as his movements hastened. I threw my arms around his neck before pulling him lower to me. I quickly buried my face in the nape of his neck. Soft and strangled moans fell from my lips, into his skin. 

Any conversation between us stopped, and the room was filled with my pitiful moans. Everything he was doing felt so good, any thought I had quickly went away the moment it came. 

“Keep going…” I breathed out. I could feel a tension in my stomach, getting close to popping. It was impossible to stay quiet at this point. Spencer gently pressed a finger into my entrance. The heel of his palm brushed against my clit, causing me to squeal from pleasure and excitement.

 I just hope no one else on the team was in the neighboring rooms… 

“I’m so close, Spen-Ahh.” My words were cut off by a louder moan than before. 

Spencer kept his movements going as he started to whisper soft nothings into my ear. When he started pressing his lips against my jawbone, everything came crashing in. My body jerked slightly and my moans got a little louder. It felt as if the only thing I could say was Spencer’s name. 

Once I was for sure down from my high, Spencer looked down at me with an amused expression on his face.

“W-wait, that’s not it.” I brought my hands back to his face. Spencer smiled and nodded. 

“No that’s not it. I don’t want that to be it,” he whispered before pressing his lips to mine. He guided me back up so I was in a sitting position. I pushed my hands over his shoulders, pushing his shirt off in one go. Then I moved my hands to his sweats. 

“Are we really about to do this?” I asked, mostly to myself, as I played with the drawstrings of his sweats. 

“We do-”

“You keep saying that and it makes me think you don’t want this,” I pointed out as I lifted my head to look at him. But what I didn’t realize was how close his head was to mine, causing me to bash my head into his face. “Oh my god! Are you okay!? I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s okay,” Spencer spoke as he held his face. I looked at him and nodded. I was so happy his nose wasn’t bleeding. That would’ve killed the moment way more than it was already.

“Well, now I’m sure you don’t want to make love with me,” I mumbled as I looked away. Spencer quickly brought his hand to my face, coaxing me to look at him. 

“I never said that. It was an accident.” 

“So you do?” 

Instead of answering me with words, Spencer pressed his lips back to mine. I took a deep breath as he started pulling my shirt off. Our shirts, and my bra both sat on the floor in a pitiful pile. His hands went back to my shorts, helping me take them off. 

Spencer pushed me back against the bed before pulling his pants off. I looked up at him as he moved to hover over me. I could feel my breathing pick up, feeling my chest tighten the more serious this moment got. 

"Are you sure?" Spencer asked from between my legs. I watched as he carefully lowered so he was closer to my face. 

"I'm sure, I'm ready," I whispered and looked up at him. "Are you sure?" 

"Positive," he whispered with a smile. He gently grabbed one of my hands off my chest and held it beside my head. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled. I realized my words didn't sound too convincing. But I swear I was fine. "Just scared."

"You don't have to be scared. Nothing bad is going to happen,” he whispered. Part of me almost said, out loud, ‘That we know of’ but my excitement was bigger than my terror. 

"I know… I'm just… I freaked myself out. That's all." I nervously chuckled. Spencer smiled before carefully pecking my lips. "I mean, we made it this far…"

"It's not too late to back down now."

"No, I know… I want this. Please. Please tell me you want it too."

"I only want to do this with you," he whispered. He lifted our hands up and pressed his lips to my knuckles, "Ready?"

"Yeah, yeah," I whispered. My free hand quickly fell away from my chest and then grasped the sheet beside me. My grip was so tight that I was partly worried there’d be holes in the cloth when we were finished.

Spencer looked down at me with a kindness in his eyes. My legs were parted and sat on either side of him, making for easy access. He carefully pressed the head of his cock at my still sensitive sex. My eyes fell shut and my head tilted back as he pressed into me. 

It was slow at first. Spencer pressed into me inch by inch every few seconds. Once he was fully in me, we both froze, trying to adjust to each other. My legs tensed the moment he bottomed out. Every ounce of air that was in me was knocked from my lungs. 

I opened my eyes and looked up at Spencer. He was off in another world, his eyes glued to where our bodies met. I wondered what was going through his head at what he saw and what he was feeling. I just knew what I was feeling and saw.

Which was, I felt amazing and complete. And Spencer looked ethereal in this very moment. We fit together like a puzzle piece. Everyone always said sex was overrated and boring. But I was ready to argue that. I loved this intimacy between us.

Spencer finally looked up at me with a small smile. It was obvious he didn’t know what to do, exactly. Granted I wasn’t entirely sure what to do either. 

“M-Move,” I instructed, as I lifted for his hands. He widened his eyes once he realized what he was doing. He grasped my hand before starting to roll his hips like before. A high pitched whine came from my throat as he moved slowly.

Spencer looked down at me with a concerned look in his eyes. He cautiously moved so his face was over mine. I swallowed roughly and looked up at him.

“Are you- Is this okay?” Spencer’s voice was gentle as he held my face. I bit my lips together and nodded lightly. My muscles clenched around him once the pleasure slowly started to build up again.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Just… Keep going, please,” I whimpered against his lips. Spencer nodded, again, before pressing his lips to mine. 

“God, you feel so good! I-I’ve never felt anything like you,” Spencer moaned into my ear. Another moan came from the pit of my stomach. 

I couldn’t stop myself when my hips jerked up to meet his, intensifying the feelings. As Spencer continued to move his hips against me, our lips stayed together. My hands cupped his face as we moaned into each other's mouths. 

“W-Wait, I wanna. I wanna see,” I murmured against his lips before pushing him away. He looked down at me with pure adoration in his eyes, watching as I looked down at where we connected. And then I realized why he was staring for so long. I quickly looked back up at him with wide eyes. “You also feel so good.” I smiled weakly, as my fingers slipped down to hold his jaw. Spencer returned the smile before pressing his lips to mine. “I love you,” I breathlessly whispered. He looked at me with a soft smile and nodded. 

“I love you, too.” 

It was hard to say how much longer we both lasted, but it wasn’t too long. His movements quickened, but also grew sloppy the closer he got. I quickly moved a hand between our bodies and began moving my fingers over my clit. 

“Cum with me, please,” Spencer begged into my ear. I gasped and nodded. After a few more faulty movements, I came, and moments later Spencer came, filling me with an unfamiliar warmth in my stomach. 

Spencer fell onto the bed beside me. His breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath. I smiled as I looked at him, moving closer to him as I continued to crave his touch.

“I didn’t know you knew what to do,” I laughed nervously as I looked up at him. Spencer laughed as he looked back down at me. 

“N-Neither did I… I just continued doing whatever was making you moan,” he returned the laughter before moving closer to me. I smiled when he wrapped his arms around me. “Was it everything you were expecting?”

“I’m not sure what I was expecting… But yeah, it was.” I smiled and nodded. I looked up at him, watching as his features softened. “You?

“Amazing, because I did it with you.” 

“I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.” I smiled before reaching to kiss him. “I should shower… I hate the feeling of sweat and,” I paused for a moment, thinking about how raunchy what I was about to say was. “Cum... dripping from my body.”

“Sounds good,” Spencer whispered before pressing his lips to mine. “I’ll wait till you get out to clean-”

“You can come with, Weirdo.” I pulled his hand and dragged him out of the bed.

{***}{***}{***}

“Heard this weird noise coming from the room next over from mine,” Derek spoke as he looked over at Spencer. I choked on my coffee and looked down at the table with wide eyes. “You get lucky last night, Pretty Boy?”

“Uh, I… Well…”

“Yeah, that’s… We were hearing weird noises from the room next to ours, too,” Emily pointed out as she looked at JJ. I swallowed roughly. I could feel my cheeks instantly heating up with everything that was about to happen.

“Who’s the lucky lady, Reid?” Derek asked. I looked over at Spencer, watching as his face turned three shades red. 

“Well, who’s the lucky guy?” JJ looked at me with a smirk. Emily and  Derek looked at each other, before looking at Spencer and I.

“No-” 

“-You guys didn’t.” They spoke over each other once they realized what we had done.

“Hey, Spencer, truth or dare?”

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth…”

“Did we have sex last night?”

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[afrival]

AOT Characters When Drinking HCs

My friend and I were talking the other day and made some HCs about the AOT characters when they’re drunk— I shall share a them here 😎🤙

cw// alcohol, vomit

modern au shit so this like doesn’t apply season 4 characterization

The 104th Gang

Eren:

- Angry drunk

- To quote my friend, you would say something around him and he's just "ohmmy GODDD shutttt the fuck UP”

- It literally doesn’t matter what you say he will tell you to shut up

- Picks fights for no fucking reason, especially with Jean

- If they’re out to drink he would start a fight with a stranger

- Mikasa literally has to drag him away from fights

- Probably drinks too much and vomits for HOURS and then brags about how high his alcohol tolerance is

- Claims he doesn’t get hangovers but everybody knows he’s lying because he will absolutely just zone out of every conversation the next day

- Always looks like he is on the verge of vomiting again

Mikasa:

- Does not drink because she has to babysit Eren

- However when she does she does not drink a lot

- Probably gets like really flustered and embarrassed, maybe a little touchy b/c her head hurts or something

- Like she’ll lay her head on Sasha’s shoulder meanwhile Eren and Jean are yelling at each other in the background

- Does get a hangover but usually it’s just a headache and she’ll be EXHAUSTED

Armin:

- COMPLETE fucking lightweight oh my god

- Do not give this man alcohol he will absolutely get wrecked

- One glass of wine is probably enough to get him tipsy

- I can’t decide if he would be the kind of person that gets really emotional and cries about everything or if he would go on long drunken rants about the most random shit

- Probably both

- Like he would be crying about the fact that he learned about otters having a favorite rock or this REALLY round corgi he saw last weak and it was just too cute

- Mikasa has to babysit both Eren and Armin whenever he drinks because Eren will absolutely try and drag Armin into his fights

- And with the drunken courage he has Armin would absolutely join in by yelling or hyping Eren up

- He becomes such an enabler

- Would have a hangover if he didn’t pass the fuck out and sleep the entire next day

Connie and Sasha:

- Two for one deal, they are always hanging out whenever they drink

- They’re the most CHAOTIC fucking duo ever, like they would somehow get their hands on a bunch of firecrackers and let loose

- Sasha would probably try and talk to any animals near by

- Connie would be laughing and saying shit like “SASHA the dog can’t fuckin’ talk back 🙄”

- They spend their hangovers bitching and whining about how much it hurts

- Probably would wrap themselves up in blankets in a dark room and snacks and spend the whole day just waiting it out

Jean:

- Same thing as Eren

- Except he also gets more flirty, but it’s not good and usually he ends up embarrassing himself and scaring away the girl he was talk to

- Finds Connie and Sasha and joins them on their shenanigans if he ain’t arguing with Eren

- Probably claims he has really good ideas and then next thing you know all three of them are in a police station and it’s definitely his fault

- “What the fuck made you think taking that woman’s dog was okay”

- “It looked SAD, Connie! And Sasha helped me!”

- “NO—“

- Spends his hangover day with Sasha and Connie

Historia:

- The most giggly fucking drunk you will ever meet

- Laughs at EVERYTHING and asks really dumb questions because suddenly she just has one brain cell

- Also a lightweight just not as bad as Armin

- Ymir has to babysit her and then when Ymir is drunk is the other way around

- They take good care of each other

- Ymir thinks she’s the most adorable thing ever and probably gives into every dumbass request Historia makes

- “Ymir! Let’s go out to eat!”

- “Hist, it’s 2am.”

- “So? There’s someplace open somewhere!”

- “...Fine.”

- Also sleeps her hangover off but Ymir has some water and pain meds ready for whenever she wakes up

Ymir:

- Oh dear lord she becomes very cocky and flirty

- Hangs off Historia’s shoulders the whole time and absolutely starts a fight with whoever looks at her gf

- Eren tried to fight her once and he got his shit beat

- The next day she would be so dramatic about how much pain she’s in just to get Historia to pay attention to her

- And ofc Historia always does < 3

The Warriors:

Reiner:

- Mans becomes such a an emotional bro

- Like he will throw an arm around literally anyone and go off about how much he just thinks they’re the darndest thing

- “Bert have I ever told you how great you are?”

- “All the time. Like a lot. You’ve said it 12 times in the last 10 minutes. Are you okay?”

- Completely denies it happened the next day and pretend he doesn’t feel like shit

- Bertholdt would find him dead to the world on the couch in some weird ass position and then force him to get up and go to bed

- “Dude you smell like ass.”

- “Shut up and just get me some water please.”

Bertholdt:

- Does not drink a lot at all especially around the 104th

- He has to make sure nobody fucking dies, especially Reiner and Annie

- He would have a beer or five with Reiner every so often and then he’s like really clingy and cuddly

- He’s embarrassed about it the next day and also pretends he never got hammered

- Sometimes one of the 104th will walk into their house and Bertholdt would be squished betweeen the fridge and the counter

- He has somehow made his way into the kitchen and will just fall asleep it the weirdest fucking places

- Reiner leaves him there because he feels to bad to move him when he looks strangely comfortable all twisted

- Whenever he and Reiner drink together they will send drunk snaps to their friends

- “Bertholdt just messaged me???”

- “Is he with Reiner?”

- “Yeah I think s— oh no.”

Annie:

- Doesn’t drink a lot either but when she does she also tries to start fights with people

- It never works out and she ends up having really deep and heartfelt conversations with them

- Like I imagine her trying to fight Armin and he’s just shaking I’m his boots and then she just stops and says

- “Ya know, sometimes I get really sad...”

- And so begins the start of their friendship

- For all the AruAni shippers I feel like she would be really protective of Armin and make sure nobody starts anything with him

- Or if they’re with Eren and the gang she will throw hands with Eren if he tries to drag Armin into his disputes

- She also probably hangs around Mikasa to make sure she’s okay and to pretend to hate it whenever Mikasa lays on her shoulder or thigh because she feels sick

- Banysits Reiner and Bertholdt whenever they’re drinking together, and then bullies the fuck out of them the next day

- “You guys are dumbasses.”

- “It was REINER’S idea!”

The Veterans-

Levi:

- DOES NOT DRINK even though he absolutely would

- He like becomes such a fucking mom lowkey especially whenever the kids are getting out of hand

- He’s dealing with a bunch of toddlers plus Hange and Erwin come on

- “Don’t touch that.”

- “Put that down.”

- “Quit yelling.”

- He never offer to clean them up or get them anything because that’s disgusting, however he does make sure everybody is at okay before leaving

- Like that they’re all breathing or nobody is missing

- After that he’s out and then the next day he just stares at them like the most disappointed parent ever

- He tolerates Hange and Erwin a little more, like they both get clingy and he actually lets them just hang off of him or something even tho he hates it

- Would probably hold Hange’s hair back if she throws up, or at least make sure it’s tied up. He has to resist the urge to vomit himself because he just cannot handle it at all

- But then he would just leave her on the bathroom floor asleep

Erwin:

- Oh boy he probably gets so emotional

- The complete opposite of his usual personality it’s so fucking funny

- Will cry about anything and once again like Reiner and Hange will talk about how great you are

- Doesn’t remember SHIT the next day and literally has no clue he acts like this and refuses to believe it whenever somebody tells him

- Hange recorded it once and he just “😐 Delete that, please.”

- Hangs around Levi and is very grateful that he lets Erwin be an annoyance

Hange:

- Tells the kids to be careful with alcohol and then immediately is found face down in a bush

- She becomes like 10 times more bubbly and absolutely batshit

- Laughs really loudly at everything

- She and Armin would get into excited like half conversations about fun science facts or whatever

- Like they absolutely geek the fuck out

- She also probably goes off about how much she loves everyone

- “LEVIIIIII!!! You’re so WOMDERFUL!”

- “Thanks. Now get off of me, bitch.”

- Levi has to babysit her and Erwin LMAO he’s the designated driver every single time

- Always knows the perfect cure for a hangover so she doesn’t usually have a really bad one

This turned out A LOT longer than I thought it would be, oops! Anyway I love doing these so I’m gonna start making more. I will probably do a lot for AOT and Hetalia so 😗✌️ prepare for cringe

[maliby]

Ride ~ jjk (m)

↬ Pairing: Jungkook x Fem. Reader ↬ Story Genre: stripper!au, SMUT, PWP ↬ Warnings: explicit language, explicit sex scenes ↬ Word count: 5.2K   ↬ Summary: It all started with Jungkook inviting you for his new performance tonight. It all ended with you and Jungkook fucking like rabbits in the back room.

A/N: THIS is what Jeon Jungkook makes me do. I was in the middle of writing a new chapter for When the Night Comes and I just could stop my urges to destroy him in that fucking outfit. Anyways....hope all my fellow hoes enjoy <3

P.S.- If you want that extra umph in the strip scene, please listen to the song “Usher - Trading Places”, I promise you it’s double worth it ;)

You looked at the text message Jungkook had sent you as you were on your Uber to ‘The G Spot’. A wicked grin spread on your face as you felt your excitement grow with the thought of his performance.

You first met Jungkook when you were out drowning your sorrows in vodka. Your boyfriend of five years had dumped you because you spent too much time at your new job and you ended up spending the night in Jungkook’s bed. 

That night he told you he was a male performer of some sorts that went by the stage name ‘Rider’ at the famous ‘G Spot’ club. He’d do some sexy performances on stage (most of the time they were themed) but, some times, he’d also work as a gigolo. Clients would pay to take him to one of the back rooms and, if he was interested in the client and/or the money they were offering, he’d have sex with them. Since then, you’d become a pretty regular customer of the club and Jungkook.

“We’re here miss,” the Uber driver mentioned, interrupting your thoughts.

“Thank you.” You left the car and looked up at the big purple neon sign saying ‘The G Spot’. You took out your purse to retrieve your membership card and walked right in, immediately showing it to the bouncer that then confirmed your identity.

“Y/N!” The familiar voice of the owner Maria greeted you as soon as you entered. “Rider mentioned you’d be popping by,” she smirked.

“Hi, honey!” You gave her a quick hug and followed her to the bar, watching her start working on your usual vodka cranberry. “Sugar told me he had a very special performance and wanted me to watch.”

“And you couldn’t miss it,” she teased as she slid you the glass with your drink.

“Well, you’ve seen him,” you took a sip and hummed, signalling that you liked the taste of the drink.

“Oh, believe me, if I wasn’t his boss I’d definitely give him something to ride if you know what I mean,” you choked at her confession, sharing a good laugh with her.

“Right sweety, you better go sit, the show’s about to start.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to lose my spot. When is he coming on?”

“First Black Magic is gonna take the stage and Rider will be right after him,” Maria told you as she cleaned the balcony of the bar. 

The news came as a surprise to you. Usually, Jungkook would close the show since he was one of, if not the best, performers in the club. The news was especially weird since he said he had a new routine and normally when that happened he would always close the show.

“He’s second?!” The look of surprise on your face probably came as no surprise to Maria. In fact, you were sure it didn’t due to her expression of understanding.

“Yeah, I don’t know why either. He begged me to be second and usually, I’m really particular about the show but since it was him I accepted. That and V Jay and RoMeo have a special number prepared for tonight, so I let them be last.”

“Weird…” You both stood in silence for a few seconds before you remembered you had to go get your seat before someone else did. “Well, I’m gonna take a sit.” You pointed to the chairs and booths and gave her a small smile.

“Go, go, honey. Enjoy the show!” She waved you goodbye before she turned to get a customer’s order.

You sat down right at the front - as Jungkook had instructed - and waited for a few minutes while you sipped on your drink. 

About ten minutes later the show started. You had watched Black Magic perform before and even though he wasn’t as good as the other guys (seeing that he was quite new to this) he still managed to get you all hot and bothered.

Tonight he was doing his ‘Anaconda’ performance. He walked in dressed as a zookeeper with a fake anaconda on his shoulders and once his Anaconda remix commenced playing he started to slide the fake snake all over his body. Then he began to undress, revealing his delicious oily chocolate abs and climbed off the stage making his way to you. He put the fake snake around your neck and pulled you towards him so your face was right in his abs.

“Lick,” he ordered in a low raspy voice, getting you all hot and bothered.

You obliged. 

You licked him from the hem of his shorts up to his pecks, the crowd around you going wild. He tasted coconutty, and you were pretty sure he had spread coconut oil on his body before the show.

After making the rounds to a few more girls Black Magic went back on stage and that’s when he took his shorts off, standing in just his g-string and showing off the outline of the ‘Anaconda’ between his legs.

Soon, he started humping everything on stage, simulating sex in such an erotic way that had all the people in the audience in a complete trance.

He was good. You had to give him that, but he was not Rider. Rider could completely destroy you just with his eyes. Just those feral looks he gave were more than enough to make you hump the fucking chair.

You completely spaced out thinking about Rider and when you came back to it everyone was clapping, making you realize that Black Magic had finished his performance. When your eyes focused on the performer he was already leaving the stage, taking his money and clothes with him.

You called for the waiter and pointed to your empty glass, signalling him that you’d like another vodka cranberry - you needed to feel the buzz of the alcohol if you ever were planning on surviving Rider’s performance tonight.

The drink came and you immediately drank half of it, feeling the build-up of anticipation. You didn’t know why but you were starting to get nervous, your leg bouncing up and down. You decided you’d go check Instagram as you waited, but as soon as you opened the app the lights turned down and focused on one spot on the curtains.

“Ladies and gentleman, are you ready to have the ride of your life?” You chuckled at the announcer’s silly pun. The audience around you rilled up, already deciphering from his pun who was coming up next. Rider sure was a fan favourite. 

“Then I want to hear you scream loud and clear for Rideeeeer!”

The crowd went wild, but not as wild as your beating heart. Something about this performance was telling you you were about to be in for a crazy ride and when the song “Trading Places” by Usher started playing you knew you were absolutely right.

When Rider opened up the curtain and came onto the stage your jaw dropped. He was wearing a loose leopard print shirt that had a ‘v-cut’ so low you could see part of his defined chest and abs. On top of that, he was wearing a loose flowy red robe with black details that matched the colour of his pants, the latter ones though, being so tight you could see every little detail of his meaty thighs. His hair was loosely sleeked back, a stray piece of hair dangling right in front of his killer eyes. 

“Fuck,” you muttered as you took in the view.

Rider was handsome, there was never any doubt in that, but this fucking outfit? You were damn sure every single pussy in this place was wet just by staring at him.

Hey, I know what you’ used to We gon’ do something different tonight

Rider started walking to the centre of the stage as if he was a tiger ready to pounce. The lethal look on his eyes made you think of all the times he looked at you like that, like he was about to fucking devour you - which he did.

Now we gonna do this thing a lil' different tonight You gon' come over and pick me up in your ride

He spread his legs almost in a squat position, emphasizing his thick thighs, and ran his hand from his chest all the way down to his crotch. He grabbed his crotch and looked straight at the audience, making a ‘come here’ sign with his other hand - the crowd went wild. 

After this, he gave a little twirl and slid half of his dark red robe off (letting it stay in the middle of his arms) and started body rolling. Your throat got dry, making you swallow your own saliva.

Nobody body rolled like him. He was so fluid and sharp at the same time. The combination of his sinful body movements and his facial expressions being the added bonus. You could swear he could make anyone want him - you sure did.

Then everything stopped for you. He looked you right in the eyes and, at that same instant, you felt a wave of arousal slid past your folds and straight to your panties.

He smirked.

He knew the power he had over you. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger and all he had to do was to say when and where.

Then, he started to seductively walk towards the stairs - he was coming down to the audience.

He kept looking straight at you as he made his way down the stairs and you felt your heartbeat rise - he was coming in your direction.

You started to smile like an idiot until he walked right past you and went to the table right next to yours. The group of five friends on a bachelorette party went ecstatic (as you would) while you on the other hand felt nothing but annoyance. He was toying with you. Teasing was Rider’s favourite game, a game which he would often play with you and it drove you absolutely mad.

He made his way to the bride and practically straddled her, taking in her hands and making her feel his defined abs as he body rolled.

I'm always on the top tonight I'm on the bottom Cause we trading places When I can’t take no more, tell me you ain't stopping 'Cause we trading places

You shouldn’t be jealous, this was his job and you two had by no means a serious relationship but you hated the way he was toying with you. You also hated that your jealousy was exactly what he wanted.

Fucking Jeon Jungkook.

The bride’s screams got even louder as Rider got off of her and spread her legs. He supported himself on the chair’s arms and started to simulate sex with her, thrusting his hips towards her crotch.

Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it.

Then, Rider got off from her and turned around, looking straight at you. Your heart jumped once more. He made his way towards you and this time he stopped right in front of you with a devious smile on his face. He straddled you, just like he did the girl before you and grabbed your hand, only this time he pulled his leopard shirt from underneath his pants and placed your hand on his bare skin.

You had felt up his abs a million times before, but the action never failed to make you all hot and bothered. His abs were a perfect six-pack, like a chocolate bar ready to be eaten up. You remember all the times you played with his abs as he has your fingers running up through each of his individual muscles. 

One, two, three, four, five and six.

He then runs your hand lower so you could palm his hard cock. 

You knew the dancers would pump up their dicks backstage so it would look extra big on stage and cause a better reaction, but by the way he was looking at you and biting his lip you couldn’t help but feel like he was horny because of you, and not some pump.

Then, he let’s go of your hand and rips his shirt wide open, now exposing all of his glossy defined muscles.

“Fuck.”

He removed his red robe and gave it a little twirl so the garment would become like a long scarf. He then softly ran the robe from your belly, straight between your cleavage and up your neck. The tingling sensation was so soft and arousing that you instantly felt your nipples perk up and the ache between your legs grow bigger, making you rub yourself on the chair.

He threw the robe onto the stage and got even closer to you, his covered crotch just centimetres away. Then, out of nowhere, and as a contrast to the soft movement of the robe, he grabs you by your hair and sharply hip thrusts to the sound of the music towards your mouth, simulating oral sex.

Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it,

When you feel like you are ready to risk it all and suck him right there in front of everyone he lets go of your hair and turns around to go back on the stage. You let go of the breath you now realized were holding. This man was truly testing all your limits.

He got to stage and discarded his ruined leopard print shirt, now only having the form-fitting red pants on. He turns to the audience and mouths the line from the song: “Where you want me?”

The guitar starts playing and Usher starts moaning, and that’s when it all goes to shit. Rider does his signature move where he does a handstand and slowly comes down in a wave and starts fucking the floor.

Oh oh Oh oh You baby Give it to me baby Oh oh Oh oh

You cross your legs and can’t help but squeeze tight to alleviate the ache in your dripping core. The crowd was going wild, the screams getting louder but to you, it felt like you couldn’t even hear them; it felt like only you and Rider were there, and that he was showing off just for you.

The way in which his thrusts become more powerful, the way his veins on his muscular arms pop out, the way he imitates the moans at the same time as the vocalist’s were driving you insane and you were one step closer to just sneak your hand between your legs and play with yourself, not even caring about where you were.

After presumably making the floor pregnant, Rider changes positions and lays on his back. This time, instead of fucking the floor, he places his hands on an imaginary person on top of him and fucks the air instead, just as the song says:

You get on top tonight I'm on the bottom Cause we trading places When I can’t take no more, you say you ain't stopping 'Cause we trading places

As the instruments in the song start to quite down (signalling the ending of the song), Rider gets up and faces the audience with the most sinful grin. He teasingly pops the button of his pants and slides down the zipper, his bulgy dick expanding immediately under his white underwear. Then, he slides his hand under his underwear and shamelessly palms himself. If he wasn’t a professional who had all his angles studied, there was no way he could conceal his cock from the audience with just one hand, but he knew exactly what he was doing and you cursed him for it. 

The song was about to end and you were curious about the big finish. Whatever it was, you were damn sure it would leave you gasping for air.

Sure enough, you were right.

Just as the instrumental hits its last notes, Rider gives one last teasing smirk and as he takes his dick out of its confinement the lights go out leaving, quite literally, everyone in the dark.

“Fuck,” you cursed at the show you just witnessed and the erotic sensations it brought in you.

This was why he wanted you to come so badly? To fucking tease you? That motherfucker. There was no way you could just sit there and watch. There was no fucking way you could just sit there and go back to your normal life - and you wouldn’t.

Downing the last of your drink you grabbed your purse and made your way to the owner Maria who was currently behind the bar.

When you requested the back room with Rider to Maria you were surprised to find out it had already been booked in your name - the owner smugly telling you that Rider had booked it for you.

You were pissed. Not in a bad way, but still fucking pissed.

You couldn’t help but pace around as you waited for Rider in the back room - sipping on a glass of champagne that came with the package. Your mind was racing, thinking about how he had invited you here, teased you beyond belief and booked you the back room alone with him without telling you. He knew you were going to cave, he knew you’d want a taste and it drove you fucking mad that he could manipulate you like that.

The sound of the door opening made you snap your head in its direction.

The first thing you notice is his exposed torso, Rider only wearing the red pants and robe from the performance earlier. The second was the fucking smug look on his face.

“Hey baby, did you enjoy the show?” He asked in a velvety voice after he closed the door and made his way to you to give you a kiss - you dodged. If he kissed you now, it would be game over for you, and you needed to make him suffer just like he did you.

“What the fuck was that?” You poked his chest with an accusatory finger, but he was so strong that he didn’t move.

“Just my new routine.” He pretended that he didn’t know what you were talking about, but the look on his face told a whole different story.

“Just your new routine?” You scoffed before you continued. “You tell me to come and sit in the first row. Then, you come in dressing like that,” you look down at his outfit to show what you were talking about but immediately regret it once you notice the tent in his tight pants. “You tease me like there’s no tomorrow and then you book this fucking room for me?”

“Don’t be silly Y/N, I just wanted to show you, as one of my best clients, my brand new act.” He took a brief pause before he continued again, this time in a slightly different tone, “And if I recall correctly, you weren’t the only one I teased.”

He tried to sound breezy but you saw right through his act. If he wanted to play then that was what he was going to get.

“Is that so?” You asked in a knowing tone, him just humming in response. “Well then, if I recall correctly, you weren’t the only one who teased me. Maybe I should go book a room with Black Magic instead.”

His whole expression changed. The playfulness in him was now completely gone, only a dark jealous look remaining.

He took several steps forward cornering you into a wall, excitement pooling down between your legs. “Don’t you fucking dare talk about another man.”

Any other day and you’d completely sub for him, a look from him being enough to have you on your knees but today...today you were feeling like you wanted to put up a fight. “Or what?”

He moved in closer to your ear to whisper: “Or I’ll use your pretty little pussy like my personal cum dumpster and leave you here with a creamy cunt that didn’t get the chance to orgasm.”

You tried to remain calm but your erratic breathing gave you away, making him chuckle. “You’d like that?”

When his hand touched your knee you couldn’t help but feel startled, his touch at this point turning you on beyond belief.

“You would. My little slut.” You couldn’t see his smirk, because his face was now buried in your neck, but you could definitely hear it in his voice.

“I can just imagine you fingering your creamy pussy just to get off,” his hand starts travelling up your exposed thigh and starts playing with the hem of your skirt, making you go wild. “If I close my eyes I can already see my cum overflowing and running down your perfect little asshole.” His other hand grabbed your right breast and started massaging it over your shirt, making you release a tiny little moan.

What was happening to you? He was winning. You couldn’t let him win. You had to do something now.

With the inner strength you didn’t even know you had in yourself you took a deep breath and pushed him away, your senses immediately clearing as you no longer felt his intoxicating smell so close.

He was shocked, and his shock only gave you that more strength.

“I think you’ll find that it’s actually the opposite Jungkook.” Usually, while you were with him in the club you would never call him by his real name, but this time you felt like it gave the moment a more serious tone, and you definitely wanted him to take you seriously.

“You think you’re some big shot?” You scoffed and made your way towards him, this time you being the one who backs him up against the big red leather sofa with the big red neon sign that said “Sex” just above it. You gave him one little push and he fell back, you towering over him for a change.  

“You are here for me to use. I pay you, so…” you lower yourself down and sit right on top of his bulge, your skirt hoisting up. “...I’m gonna fuck you until my pussy gets its fill and then I’m gonna leave you with a hard red leaky cock that’s aching to be milked dry.”

Jungkook’s expression didn’t falter, but he didn’t say anything either, giving you the courage to continue.

You pressed your core even harder on his cock and started grinding, a tiny hiss leaving both your mouths. “I can just imagine your frustrated face, fisting your cock as you imagine it’s my cunt. Going at it so hard and fast that your lungs can barely keep up. Parting your pretty little lips to moan my name…”

Jungkook bucked his hips upwards to feel you even better, the sensation driving you absolutely mad. 

You looked into each other’s eyes, tension building as you felt each other up. Your hands ran down his exposed chest as his squeezed your ass. You couldn’t help but look at his lips, those sinful lips that had made you feel extraordinary sensations so many times before - he chuckled.

“You’re cute when you try to be a dom.” He grabbed your chin and forced you to look straight into his dark lustful eyes, “are you going to fucking kiss me or do I have to beg for it?”

Feeling affected that he described your actions as “cute” you harshly slapped his hand away and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him forward so his lips could crash into yours.

The kiss was erratic. Hungry. Animalistic. Needy. Everything.

You slid his robe down his muscular biceps exposing his protruding veins and sexy tattoos and as soon as he was finished discarding the garment to the middle of the room he grabbed your white shirt by the cleavage and ripped it right open throwing the destroyed shirt to the place where his robe was.

“That shirt was expensive,” you say between breaths as he frees your mouth to kiss you down your neck.

“Fuck the shirt, I want you.” He bit a piece of skin on your chest and tugged on it with his teeth as he slid the straps of your bra down, your skin forming tiny little bumps from the sensation of his fingers running through it.

“Rider…” you moaned as his mouth got closer and closer to your breasts, your hips grinding on him harder.

“Call me Jungkook.”

“Jungkook…” you moaned as he moved your bra down, the rough seam bumping against your sensitive nipples. His lips immediately claimed one of your hardened peeks, the other one being left at the mercy of his tattooed fingers.

You picked up your pace and started dry humping like a madwoman, your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“I’m gonna cum.” Your announcement made Jungkook toy with your nipples harder, twisting and pulling until you were cumming undone, his name coming out of your mouth like a mantra.

Not having any time to breathe, Jungkook picked you up and threw you to the couch, the feeling of the leather on your bare hot skin making you slightly uncomfortable. Before you even had time to ask him what he was doing, he was pulling your panties down and diving in straight to your core, your legs closing in on his head due to the sensitivity.

“Jungkook, I wanna suck your cock…” you whined as he inserted one of his middle fingers inside of you.

“Sorry love, no sucking today. I just want to be buried inside of you.” He started to suck on your clit and after working his finger in for a little bit he added another. You could tell he was in a rush to fuck you and that turned you on even more.

He curled up his fingers inside you making you moan even louder and you thanked your lucky stars the room was soundproof. You were so wet that you could hear it perfectly clear, a sound so lewd that made your whole temperature rise.

Very soon you were feeling your orgasm building once more and, this time, you could tell it was stronger than the other. “Fuck baby, give me more…”

Like a soldier taking orders, he promptly added a third finger and at that moment you knew you weren’t gonna last much longer. In fact, all it took was 10 more seconds of him finger-fucking you while flicking your clit with his tongue and you were spiralling down in pleasure once more, this time on his mouth. “Jungkook...”

You lied there with your eyes closed for what felt like an eternity - the need to catch your breath and calm your heart way too big - but when you finally opened them, Jungkook was standing next to you all naked slowly pumping his cock.

“Sssss...Y/N, don’t fucking look at me like that or I’m gonna bust-”

Feeling your dom persona getting back into action, you got up and threw him down on the black fluffy rug - its fluffy texture being much more pleasant than the leather of the couch. You placed your legs on both sides of him and crouched down. His dick was so hard it was standing straight up, almost like it was waiting for you to sink down on it. So, not being able to resist it any longer, you simply grabbed it and sat right on top of him.

“Fuck, such a fucking tight cunt for me-” You shut him up by putting your hand on his mouth and started riding him like you were at a fucking rodeo.

You were feeling drunk on sex. His cock was hitting you on all the right places (like it always did), his hands were grabbing your hips so hard you were sure they were gonna leave a mark and the sight of his bulging muscles glistening with sweat was driving you into absolute madness.

You were fucking at a mad speed, even you didn’t know where all that strength had come from, but if someone saw you right now they’d probably think you had taken some drugs. Eventually, though, your body started to grow tired and Jungkook noticed that, so he let go of your hips and pulled you onto him. Your head nuzzled on his neck and he started to fucking drill you up.

“Oh shit, shit, shit…” You moaned into his neck, a mix of his cologne and sweat hitting your nostrils.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long baby.”

Hearing his confession you snaked your arm between your bodies and frantically rubbed your clit so you could cum at the same time. The work on your abused clit didn’t last long though, making you cum on his deliciously hard cock, “oh Jungkook.”

“Fuck, Y/N.” The clenching of your pussy eventually tipped him over the edge, him spilling his warm seed inside of you.

After a while of you two panting on the rug, Jungkook got up to pick a couple of tissues so he could clean you up, leaving you alone on the floor.

“Fuck me…” you said in a surprising sense at what had just happened as he kneeled between your legs.

“Again?” He looked up at you with a teasing smirk and proceeded to collect his cum with the tissues.

“You know what I mean,” you laughed, the mood feeling light.

Once you got up to put your discarded clothes back on you remembered what Jungkook had done to your shirt and turned to him with your hands on your hips. “How am I supposed to get out of here with no shirt Mr Jeon Jungkook?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he put his tight pants back on. “I brought a shirt under my hoodie today, I can lend it to you. Might not go with your outfit though…” He teased as he looked at your pencil skirt.

“I’ll take it,” you smiled at him and waited as he went to his dressing room to pick his shirt up. 

Once he returned not only did he bring you his shirt, but a stack of bills leaving you completely stunned. “Here you go,” he said as he handed you the shirt and completely ignored the money. 

“Thank you,” you put on his shirt since you were starting to feel kind of cold and looked at him with a questioning look. “Are you paying me for my services or…?”

He looked confused for a second before he followed your gaze to the money on his hands and laughed. “Oh no, this is hum... for the back room.”

“Jungkook, you don’t have to. I’m the client and I used your services, I should pay.” 

“Yeah but...don’t look at tonight like a service. I invited you, I teased you...it’s on me tonight,” he tried to place the money on your hands but you hesitated, eventually grabbing it and giving him a shy smile.

What this meant for the two of you you didn’t know, but you sure were excited to find out.

[hyunjilicious]

3:11am [captain syverson]

Summary: you’re just an army medic so in order to have your voice heard you need to go straight to the captain with your ideas, right? And what better way to do it, if not at 3:11am in his room? (SMUT) 4.3k

Warnings: daddy kink, size kink, unprotected sex, Sy is a little bit of ass, dirty talk, manhandling, a tad bit of humiliation/degradation.. :) I didn’t go too far.

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Danger loomed at every corner. And you couldn't have been oblivious to it. Every one was either panicked or enraged, both emotions driven by the ongoing terror forced upon your group as you have been caught in the crossfire. The conflict you found yourselves stuck in was generations old, and the fact that you had hidden eyes, watching your moves from every shadow, was as unsettling as it could be.

You crossed the camp on high alert, even if those were supposed to be safe grounds. Laughter was audible from the tents nearby, yet the fear never left your bones. Palms cold but still damp with nervous sweat, you counted the steps you had to take until you reached your destination. Ever since you left your designated bunk, you've been picturing the stairs that led down to Captain Syverson room, and now they were mere meters in front of you, but you still felt like you couldn't breathe. 

Even when you reached the door, you still couldn't swallow the lump in your throat. And the fact that it was unlocked, made you all the more nervous. 

You didn't want to knock. The lights were all off, and you were afraid the sound would draw unnecessary attention. So, going against your gut, you slowly pushed the door open, cautiously stepping inside.

Dead silence.

Only a pair of red glowing numbers were visible in the thick darkness, showing you just how late and unacceptable it was for you to be there. 3:11 am. Not only should you have been asleep for hours, but you were also pretty sure that if you were to be awake, the bunk was the place where you should be counting the sheep until you dozed off. 

From memory, you turned to the left, picturing inside your mind where the door that led to the hallway was supposed to be. You probably managed to get about two steps in before, from the suffocating darkness to your left, a loud clattering noise was heard, before a pair of strong arms restrained you. 

Only a gasp managed to escape your lips before your mouth was forced shut by a hand, aggressively making it impossible for you to make any sound. Realising kicking and squirming in this person's hold would be of absolutely no use, you raised your left leg in the air, gathering momentum for a strategic hit. But the blow was never delivered.

"Shh!!!" 

Despite threatening and capable of making anybody's blood run cold, that southern accent was impossible to mistake. 

"Don't fucking move" he said again.

With your brain soaked in adrenaline, obeying his command sounded near impossible. You fidgeted against his rock hard chest, and all it did for you was get him to tighten his hold.

"I don't know if your eyes got accustomed to the dark yet" captain Syverson said through gritted teeth, "But at about 2 o'clock, MacGregor is sleeping. If you wake him up, we're both dead"

You swallowed the information with difficulty, but it relaxed you to some extent. However, despite calming down and not showing any signs of wanting to put up a fight anymore, Sy didn't let you go.

Instead, with high precision, he dragged you through the darkness, and across the room, right where you were initially planning to go. Clutching the hand that was still roughly pressing down against your lips, you stumbled obediently in every direction he dragged you to. When you reached a plain black door, he opened it with maximal caution, and pushed you inside, before turning around to close it in the same silent manner.

You stumbled a few steps forward before regaining your balance as your knees have probably never been weaker. Struggling to catch your breath, you saw Sy turn and face you, the coldest of death stares plastered on his blue eyes.

"The fuck you doin' here, hm?" he growled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I-" you said, squinting in the neon light of the tiny room, "I have an idea for the crew, it's-"

"Don't fucking care what idea you got, darlin'" he shook his head, taking another step in your direction, "Do you even know what time it is?"

"Late" you sighed, stating the obvious.

"Damn right it's late" he nodded, "What I wanna know now is why you were stupid enough to sneak all the way over here, when you know-"

"No one saw me, Sy" you exclaimed.

A grin tilted the corner of his lips upwards, "I fucking saw you"

"Yeah but-" you stopped to frown as confusion hit you, "How did you see me?"

"Listen here, little girl" he taunted, each word more threatening as he started to close the distance that was keeping you apart, "You're a doctor, not a soldier, fixing our shit is none of your business. Two, you don't report to me-" he said, nodding his head to the side, "And three, I'm sure no idea was too urgent that you couldn't wait until the morning"

Calling you out like that was completely unnecessary. You had been lying to yourself, claiming the reason for your late night visit was purely selfless, however when you heard the words come out of his mouth, you realised just how strongly you had been bulshitting yourself.

"Fine-" you huffed with annoyance, getting ready to walk past him, "You want me to leave? I'll leave"

"Nuh-uh" he shook his head, grabbing you by the forearm. He didn't move any other muscle of his body and continued talking without turning to look at you, "You're a smart woman, tell me why you're really here"

"Because I wanna help!" you rolled your eyes - a lie you almost believed yourself.

"Try again, doll" he commanded, tightening his grip. The fact that you felt a bruise already forming riled you up, but it wasn't enough to get you to cooperate in the way he wanted you to.

Once you realised what he was waiting to hear, you shook your head in disbelief, "You got no class!"

After spitting the anger filled words in his direction, you tried to free your arm, and walk away, but he wasn't having it.

"Well-" Sy took a deep breath, harshly spinning you around and slamming you face first against his desk, "If you had any, you wouldn't be here now, would you?"

Knees weak under his heavy presence, you gathered all your strength into your arms, planting your palms against the metal surface of the desk in order to push yourself up.

All it took him to cancel your intentions was an effortless shove against your upper back. He got you back down in under a second with a loud thud, but this time he bent down too, towering above you.

"Now that you saw your antics don't work with me-" he growled directly into your ear, his thick beard tickling the skin of your neck. Sy lodged his hand into your hair, curling his fingers around your roots and forcing your head back, "Mind telling me why you're really here? We can do this until the morning, I ain't tired"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" you huffed through gritted teeth.

"What? Seeing you squirming under me with absolutely no say in what's about to happen to that sweet little pussy of yours? Yes, very much so"

"Fuck you"

"Isn't that why you came here?" Sy taunted.

He grunted, shaking his head in disbelief. "Try again" 

This time, he didn't pull your hair anymore, and the sting you expected to reach your scalp never came. However, he bucked his hips into yours, pressing your body even harder against the desk. With every time and every way his body brushed against yours, the pain between your legs grew stronger and stronger. But still, you didn't want to word your need, instead just settled for milking every last drop of this unexpected turn of events. About 15 minutes before, when you had just left your room, you weren't sure you would even get to talk to him, let alone end up in this situation. Under him. His cock shamelessly pressing up against your ass, as every word that came out of his mouth only managed to make you crave him more.

"Are gonna tell me, hm?" he moaned into your ear, the weight of his body on top of yours becoming difficult to bear. "Or am I gonna have to force the words out of you?"

The way he talked, honey sweet yet goosebumps worthy, his tone managed to crack your self control. Against your better judgement, you breathed out slowly, the pleasure in the back of your throat materialising into the softest of whimpers.

"Oh" Sy grinned, his right hand groping its way down your body, "Can't hide it anymore, can you?"

If until now you did a fairly bad job at hiding your true emotions, when he grabbed a handful of your ass, his fingers threatening to leave purple bruises, you dropped the facade all together.

"Fuck" you moaned, forehead pressed against the desk as you arched your body back, harder against his palm.

"That's my girl" he laughed.

Much to your dismay, after his deep amused tone reached your ears, he pulled away. Upset at the sudden loss of contact, you choked back a whine, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

Even with the lights turned on, he was facing away from the source, so that soft shadows contoured his features perfectly. His eyes hooded with greed looked down at you, and as soon as he saw the hungry expression on your face, his lips curled into a devious smile. "No, sweetheart. Face the wall", he said, nodding his head.

Reluctantly, you did so. Delectable anticipation washed over you when his calloused hands grabbed your waist. It was only for a minute, though. He roughly pulled you back until your hips passed the edge of the desk. You didn't get a chance to put two and two together before Sy forced your pants open, and pulled them down your legs, along with your underwear in under a moment. 

Flushed with embarrassment at the full, sudden exposure, you clamped your thighs together.

Without a word, he lodged his boot between your feet, forcing your legs open. "This could've been avoided" he stated, "But I don't think you wanted that. I think you wanted the slut fucked out of you"

"Come on…" you pleaded, lodging your teeth deep into your bottom lip.

Your entire body fired up when his bare fingers connected to your opening. He moved agonisingly slow, teasing his way along your lips, intentionally applying the perfect amount of pressure to have you crying for more.

"You know you're gonna have to do so much fucking better than that, don't you?" Sy chuckled, dipping his fingers into your wetness. "I know you can beg."

"Fucking hell-" you cried, squirming under his influence, "Please"

"No, baby. Tell me, use your words. I wanna hear you tell me how to fuck you. And don't bother holding back 'cause you know I won't"

"Come on, Sy-" you whined, trying your best to grind down against his fingers, "You know I want- I want you-"

A rough slap that echoed around the room attacked your ass, delightful pain propagating in waves across your whole body. You let out a tortured yelp, but it wasn't enough to impress.

"You already made a mess on my fingers. You're dripping wet, love. Why try to hide just how big of a slut you are?"

"I'm a slut-" you panted, breathing heavily through every word, "I'm a slut, please, I need you"

Another blow. This time, his palm landed on already inflamed skin, doubling the pain that fueled your pleasure.

"Need me to what, baby girl?"

"I need you to fuck me" you whimpered, tears running down your cheeks. Digging your nails into the underside of the edge of his desk, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to concentrate around the ecstasy he had running through your veins. "I need your cock, Sy, please. I fucking need you really bad right now, please. I'll do anything you want"

"All you need to do, pet, is learn your place" Syverson said, greedily caressing your ass. "Did you come here just to get that cunt used?"

"Yes" you nodded, not even remembering that in the beginning, you really did have something important to talk to him about. "Yes, I only wanted your cock. Please fuck me, I promise I'll be good forever"

"My good slut forever?" he questioned, the perverted enthusiasm audible in his tone.

As he spoke, Sy slid his middle finger inside your pussy. "Is that all you want, whore? To be my property?"

"Yeah…" 

"You want me to own you?" he taunted, sliding another finger into your pussy, just for the sake of pushing your buttons, "Want me to use your whore body for my pleasure whenever I feel like it?"

A rush of electricity coursed through you.

"That's all I want, Sy" you whispered.

"Are you sure, baby girl?" he taunted, bending down.

His immense frame hovered above your shivering body, his haunting presence enough to get you drunk on the ecstasy of what was to come. 

You swallowed thickly, pained tears stinging your eyes. Cupping his cheek over your shoulder, your words came out as a ghostly whisper, "Please-" you breathed out, "I need you now, Sy. I wanted you since I met you back home, you know that. Please, I can't wait any longer"

His daunting chuckle sent shivers all over your body. He pushed himself off of you, but his breath still tickled the back of your neck. It was enough for you to know that you were to remain in place and wait for his next move.

"Of course you can wait, angel" he said, moments before the metallic clank of his belt being unbuckled fueled your senses, "You're lucky I don't want you to"

You released a weak chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief at the way he managed to carry the situation. Your shoulders were dangerously tense as you waited. For anything. For him to say or do something, but he forced you to sit and boil in anticipation. But the build-up was worth the frustration, as when you felt his touch against your pussy, adrenaline started to pump through your veins.

"You know how long I thought about fucking you like this?" Sy asked.

It was then that you realised it wasn't his finger probing your folds, but the tip of his cock. Slick and solid against your pussy, he expertly teased all your right spots.

"You flaunt this fucking tight ass all day long, panting in the heat, sweat dripping down your tits-" Sy exclaimed, his need and hunger for you audible through every word, "and now you're telling me-"

He paused to bend down above you, hands planted on the desk on either side of your shoulders as he spoke lewdly in your ear, "And now you're telling me I got you naked and whimperin', beggin' me to empty my balls inside your pussy?"

Refusing to use your words, you settled for a better answer - the only answer your dazed mind was able to give. Arching your back as you moaned his name, you pushed your ass back, his massive cock inching inside your pussy.

Syverson grunted, low and guttural, pleasure erupting from the depths of his throat. Goosebumps arose across your body.

"Fuck me, Sy-" you cried, your voice breathy and seductive, "Rough me up, come on"

And he did. You managed to push all his buttons and get him to lose the self control he tries so hard to put on display. He did an excellent job, judging by how hard his cock was when he slammed his hips into yours. Your walls spread beyond what you ever thought would be pleasurable, yet he had you crying out his name as your eyes rolled back. 

His immense hands held your hips with damaging force, planting bruises all of your skin. Not that you had any choice, but you let yourself go limp, and allowed him to manhandle your frame to his will. With ever powerful thrusts of his body against yours, the desk underneath you rocked, slamming into the wall, making a sound loud and obnoxious enough to awake just about anyone who was sleeping there. 

But you didn't care. And neither did Sy.

The only thing you had on your mind was the killed ecstasy he fucked into you, his cock slamming balls deep into your aching pussy. You rolled your head, whined and dug your nails into your palms, in what was probably the most pathetic attempt to keep yourself grounded. 

Syverson wasn't far behind. His breathing aggravated, turned into guttural groans that made the hairs on your body stand up. 

"Fucking hell" he cursed, his fingers sinking deeper into your flesh as he picked up his pace, "FUCK"

You moaned, a wave of pleasure coursing through you, "Harder please"

Those words went against all your senses, against the pain you felt between your legs, the strain on your back or the lack of air in your lungs. But you wanted more. Needed more.

With one long, hard thrust, Sy pushed his cock all the way inside your pussy, his balls pressing against your clit, "Wouldn't wanna break you, little girl"

The teasing side of you awoke. You pushed yourself up and threw your hair back so that you could turn and look at him over your shoulder, "You couldn't if you tried"

His whole frame darkened. Not just the look in his eyes. He now seemed taller, more dangerous and menacing as your words tickled his lust. Syverson shook his head, and in one swift motion, lodged his hand in your hair pulling you all the way up with your back against his chest.

"I don't want you talking to me like that," he groaned.

If you hadn't felt his cock twitch, fear would have definitely enveloped you. 

"You're in no place to undermine me, ok?" he growled, voice deep, ringing against your ear, "You're so small and powerless. It's fucking clear I call the shots. Be a good little girl and don't piss me off" he threatened, his free hand wrapping itself around your neck.

"Or what?" you whispered. 

"You're a soldier, right?" Sy laughed, "Wouldn't it be a shame if for a few days you wouldn't be able to walk straight. Or sit down?"

You swallowed thickly, his words turning you own even more as your pussy clenched around his cock just thinking about it, "Sounds more like an offer than a punishment"

Sy took his sweet time answering. Before he opened his mouth to speak, his hand traveled down your body, all the way over to your clit, where he began to apply pressure in the form of experienced, delicate circles.

You whimpered in return and only then did he answer. "Turns out you're a bigger slut than I thought, but don't think it will take me long to have you crying and begging"

You nodded yes. He never asked any kind of question, so you had no idea why you responded that way, you just did, and Sy took it as his cue to resume his work.

This time, he held you against his body. With each thrust, the tip of his cock applied more and more pressure to your sweet and overly sensitive spots, braiding pain into the pleasure he created for you.

But it was what you wanted. How you wanted it. Because it was a matter of time until he had you moaning and crying, expressing the pure ecstasy that was surging through your body. You were approaching your high at such a dangerous speed that the strain in your back was no longer of importance, and the force with which Sy pulled at the roots of your hair, wasn't even passing the threshold of discomfort anymore.

All your thoughts had been flooded by his breathing, low and guttural, against your temple. The simple fact that his pleasure was audible in his tone, aggravated your arousal. You've never in your life been so eager to please someone. But now, you were beaming proudly, your stomach in knots.

You came soon after that. The orgasm came down crushing on you, blurring your thoughts completely. Your muscles spammed uncontrollably, and the cries that escaped your lips were sure to wake up everyone in the compound. But neither you, nor Sy cared.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" you panted, seconds before your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your body remaining weak and consumed in his hold.

"Come on, darling" Sy chuckled, readjusting his hold around your body, pressing you even harder against his chest, "Daddy's gotta finish too. Otherwise we did this for nothing"

"Yes" you moaned. 

The way he forced his cock in and out of your sensitive and overly-used cunt brought tears to your eyes. You knew he was close when he slowed down his pace, now his thrusts becoming deeper and less regulated. Each slam of his hips into yours rocked your whole frame, until your toes barely reached the ground. Sy held you up into his massive arms, guiding and handling your body to fit his needs perfectly. 

And it fucking worked because in a matter of seconds, he lost control, aggressively riding his high until there was no amount of cum to be released. When he pulled out, panting and exhausted, he moved to the side, planting his hands on the edge of the desk to catch his breath.

Determined to not piss him off anymore, you gathered yourself much faster than him, ready to dress yourself back up and bolt.

"What are you doing?" Sy asked, looking at you over his shoulder with confusion in his eyes.

"I'm- uh, I was gonna-" you mumbled, pointing to the door but he stopped you.

"Hop on" he said.

He pointed to the desk, and although unsure, you did as he told you. You barely managed to stay awake while he was in the small bathroom attached to his room, but when he returned and placed a damp washcloth between your legs, your mind buzzed awake.

"I hurt you" he said, massaging your thighs as he softly cleaned you up, "I got-"

"No, it's fine" you stopped him, "I'm just exhausted and probably very sore, god, but I'm good"

Sy just nodded, something obviously still bothering him. But he didn’t say anything, and instead, proceeded to clean you up, ending with a gentle kiss against your sensitive opening.

You hissed unconsciously, but then ended up smiling widely, amused with your own reactions. Sy helped you off the desk and guided you to his bed, his hand on your ass as you leaned into his side for support.

“It hurts, right?”

“I’m just sore, it’s fine” you tried to dismiss his concerns, but he wasn’t having it.

Sy grabbed your face into his hands and forced you to look into his eyes, “It’s gotta, darling, you understand that”

You shook your head, smiling, but he wasn’t waiting for your approval.

“Come on” he said, guiding you to lay down, “We have about 2 hours of sleep left, and god knows, you’re gonna need them”

“Fuck yes” you sighed, plopping down next to him.

Although every fiber of your body begged for closeness, you stopped yourself, afraid to not cross any lines. But, much to your surprise, Syverson didn’t waste a second before pulling you into his arms and tucking your head in the crook of his neck. It gave you a sense of security you never felt before in your life - the way his heart beat against your skin. He fell asleep with his arms fastened around your frame, tightening his hold every time you tried to move.

It was just a matter of seconds until you both drifted off. Considering your whereabouts and the circumstances you’ve lived though, it was safe to say this was probably the best night’s sleep you had gotten in months. That was why, when you were pulled awake by him getting ready around the room, you were so disappointed.

“Is it 6 already?” you mumbled, rolling over only to land face first into his pillow.

“Go back to sleep, darling,” Sy said, fastening his belt, “Got some paperwork to do. I’ll cover for you and then I’ll come back with coffee in about 2 hours or so, how’s that sound, hm?”

“Mmm” you moaned, “Perfect”

The last thing you heard was Sy chuckling at himself, and then, you fell back asleep. You had no idea how much time passed until a loud, redundant noise woke you up. It took you about a few seconds to realise what it actually was that you were hearing.

“Y/n?” a grave male voice echoed from behind the door, “You in there?”

After that, he knocked a few times more, before starting to repeatedly slam his fist into the door.

“It’s open, what the fuck-” you groaned, not even standing up from the bed.

Instantly, the door flew open, Sgm. MacGregor bursting into the room, features ablaze with pure anger.

Your face fell.

“Sergeant, I-” you tried to speak, hurrying to find a way to explain what exactly it was that you were doing naked, in a room other than yours, when in fact you should have already been on post for god knows how many hours.

“Don’t even wanna hear it” he groaned, waving towards you, “This is about Captain Syverson”

“What-?” you muttered, “What happ-”

“Shot” he said bluntly, “3 times. You need to move. Now”

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Kirishima Eijirou was a perfect gentleman. He bought you flowers, he opened doors for you, he gave the sweetest goodnight kisses, he ate you out so good he had you seeing stars. You had the biggest, fattest crush on him, and you would be embarrassed about it if it weren’t for the fact that it seemed, at least for the most part, to be reciprocated.

The problem was Kirishima never let you touch him.

Whenever the two of you ended up in bed together, with the door firmly locked behind you, Kirishima insisted on sliding under the blankets and eating you out so enthusiastically he had your legs shaking in no time. It’s not like you would ever complain about that, but it definitely bothered you that he was never up for doing anything else. You would see the blanket shifting around as he jerked himself off furiously under the sheets as he tongue-fucked you, but whenever you tried to coax him out from beneath the sheets you were turned down with a soft, apologetic little smile.

You figured it must have something to do with his apparent commitment issues. Everytime you brought up the possibility of being a couple, or anything more than what you currently were (which, tragically, was nothing; just two friends occasionally getting hot and heavy) he brushed you off or changed the subject with a beautifully sunny smile and a laugh, so bright and cheery that you were successfully diverted every single time.

And it was fine, really. You liked Kirishima a lot, so you were totally willing to put up with a few odd idiosyncrasies. And okay, sure, if you were being totally honest with yourself, of course you wanted to be more than friends that flirt and kiss and mess around a bit. You couldn’t even technically call each other fuck buddies because he wouldn’t fuck you. But he was so sweet, and so handsome and kind and his tongue was so so good, that you would take whatever you could get from him. 

At least, that was until one afternoon.

April had brought with it blue skies and sun showers and warm breezes, and as the weather begins to improve your friends take to lounging out the front of the apartment complex. After graduating, renting places in the same neighbourhood just seemed like the next logical step. On days like this, where you all come together just to chill out in front of the complex, it seems like the best idea in the world. As you watch Kirishima chase Kaminari around the lawn, the two of them howling with laughter, something a little wistful twists in your stomach. It’s a familiar feeling, easy enough to shove away normally, but today for some reason you just feel… melancholy.

Maybe that’s why you do something you would never normally do. You turn to Bakugou, who’s aggressively chewing on candy as though it insulted his mother, and say, “Hey, um. Does Kirishima… does Kirishima ever talk about me?”

Bakugou’s jaw stills, and he turns his head very slowly to look at you. He looks mildly disbelieving, which is understandable. The two of you get along just fine, but you’ve never asked him anything personal before. “Why the fuck are you asking me that?” he demands through a mouthful of half-chewed toffee.

You shrug jerkily, suddenly mortified. Why are you asking something like that of Bakugou, of all people? “Never mind.” you say quickly, praying that he’ll just let it go and you can both move on and forget that you had ever asked such an embarrassing question.

A silence stretches between the two of you, long and taut, broken only by Mina giggling as she shows Sero something on her phone a few metres away. You could curse yourself for making things awkward between the two of you when you had been on relatively good terms, but then Bakugou turns to look at you so abruptly that you startle a little. “Look,” he says, jaw working absently as he chews his candy. “He likes you just fine, okay. Why aren’t you having this conversation with him, huh?”

You can’t quite meet Bakugou’s eyes. You don’t know how he can be so forthright all the time. “Um. I’ve tried, but he always changes the subject.”

Bakugou swears softly, glaring out across the lawn at Kirishima as he chases Kaminari, throwing grapes at his back. “I ain’t a relationship counsellor, okay? I get that it must be hard that he doesn’t cum when he’s with you or whatever, but you seriously need to work that out with him. What am I meant to do about it?”

“Right,” you wince, your body hot with embarrassment. Your mind sticks on something he just said though, and you turn back slowly to frown at him. “He… he doesn’t cum?”

“Hah?” Bakugou scowls at you, clearly annoyed that you’re still having this conversation. You’re not about to let up though, because you hadn’t known that.

“I-I didn’t realise that he didn’t-?” you trail off, mortified and horrified in equal measures. You had assumed all those times that he was jerking off under the sheets that he was getting himself off but just didn’t want you to see. You had never questioned the lack of mess because as soon as you were done he always left for the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with damp towels to clean you up with -- you had assumed he cleaned himself up in those moments of absence. How the fuck had you never noticed?  Why did Bakugou know when you didn’t? Oh god, had he and Kirishima talked about this?

Bakugou’s expression shifts as he apparently realises that he had just revealed something you hadn’t been aware of. “Oh.” he says, and his annoyance seems to have evaporated, only to be replaced by an intense discomfort. “Well. It’s not that big a deal, or whatever. I’m sure he still, uh, enjoys himself- fucking hell, can we stop talking about this?”

“Yeah.” you say a little numbly. You feel so stupid. Why had he never said anything to you? You had been under the assumption that he liked you back, but maybe you were totally mistaken. Maybe seeing your naked body turned him off to the point that he couldn’t actually cum even if hidden under the sheets and not looking at you. Maybe he never actually wanted to do any of that with you in the first place. There’s a stinging pressure building in the back of your eyes, and you have to look down at your lap and blink hard to stop yourself from doing something stupid like bursting into tears in front of Bakgou -- you don’t think either of you would live that down. “Uh. I think I’m gonna head up to my room, I’m really tired.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened a little, “Wait, are you-”

“I’ll see you later,” you smile and try to keep your voice as normal as possible, but even you can hear how forced you sound. You stand quickly and brush yourself off before heading back inside; you have to consciously slow your pace so that it doesn’t look like you’re running away, because you really don’t put it past Bakugou not to chase you down for cutting him off like that.

You bump into Jirou on the stairs and babble out an apology, escaping back upstairs to your apartment before she can ask you if you’re okay. The last thing you need is an audience for your imminent breakdown, but thankfully you don’t see a single other person on the way to your place. You shut the door to your room tight and lean your forehead against it to take a deep breath. It doesn’t do much to calm you down, so you turn and make a beeline straight for the bed. Throwing yourself dramatically on top of your bed covers feels a little cathartic, so you allow yourself the luxury of being dramatic as you bury your face into your arms and sigh. 

God, you wish Kirishima would have just talked to you instead of grinning that stupidly bright smile of his and changing the subject anytime you tried to talk or ask about the thing the two of you had together. At least then you would have been able to deal with any upset that may have been caused by that conversation by yourself, and you wouldn’t have had to get all upset in front of one of Kirishima’s best friends. God, how were you ever gonna look at Bakugou again?

You know that stewing by yourself like this isn’t going to help sort this situation out, but you just can’t find the energy to start thinking about what you’re going to do next. You don’t want to start thinking about that at all. You just need some time to yourself, just a little while to relax and breathe and just not think because if you start thinking you’re pretty sure you’re going to cry. You feel impossibly stupid.

When you hear a knock coming from the door, you want to bang your head off the wall. You can’t imagine anything worse than having to talk to someone and pretend that everything is fine right now.

“Y/N? Hey, is everything alright? Bakugou said you ran off.”

Aw, shit. Maybe you can imagine something worse.

You sit up sharply, staring at the door. This was so typical. Of all the people in the building, Kirishima is the last person you want to talk to right now. So of course it stands to reason that he would be the one to follow you straight to your apartment. “Everything’s fine,” you call back quickly, trying hard to sound like you meant it, “Hey, I’m just tired right now. Can we talk later?”

“Bakugou said you were upset.”

That traitor. You clench your jaw and scowl at the wall. “I’m-”

“I’m coming in, okay?”

“Wha-?” you stand up quickly, but Kirishima is already coming in and closing the door behind him. “Kirishima, I don’t-”

“Okay look, Bakugou said you were upset with me and I’m really, really sorry,” Kirishima blurts quickly, hands up in the air as if he’s being held at gunpoint, “He’s actually pretty annoyed at me right now, but he’s right, and-”

“I’m not-” you start, then pause to gather your thoughts. Bakugou was right, especially when he said you had to talk. And it was important this time that you didn’t let Kirishima divert you like he had been doing. “It’s not that I’m upset with you. Not really. I just- what are we even doing?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, so softly that it’s almost a whisper.

“I-” you swallow hard, brace yourself, “I really like you. I like spending time with you, and I’ve told you, or at least tried to, that I’d really like to, well, be- um, be more than whatever this is. And obviously I would totally get if you don’t want that, a relationship and stuff, but I want you to just tell me! Just say it, instead of changing the subject.”

“Wait, baby, please.” Kirishima steps forward quickly and stops just short of touching you, a bare few inches between you. “I like you so much, I never wanted you to feel this way. I just- it’s difficult to explain-”

“Do you...” you start to say, then sigh. You can’t believe you’re actually going to ask this, because it makes you sound so desperate, but you really need to hear him say it, “Do you not find me attractive?”

Kirishima makes a startled choking sound, “Wha-? Are you kidding? I find you so attractive! You’re so pretty, and your body is- is really nice, why would you think-”

“You never look at me when we’re in bed and-” you start fidgeting, horribly awkward. “I just want to be able to touch you.”

Kirishima steps forward, closing the distance between you and dropping to one knee. “Baby, I’ll do whatever you want,” he says, his hands coming to rest on your hips as his thumbs stroke circles into your skin. “You want me to touch you?”

“No.” you squeeze your eyes shut in frustration, realising that he had misunderstood. “I mean. Bakugou told me that you never cum when we’re together.”

When you open your eyes again, you see that Kirishima has gone stock still. His mouth is a little open, and you can see his throat working as he seems to fight for something to say. Very slowly, he gets back to his feet. “He shouldn’t have said that.”

You stare at him, at a loss. “Is it because-” you start, then trail off as you realise that you don’t even know what you’re trying to ask. You just want him to start talking so that you can stop asking all these stupid questions. “If you don’t want to have sex with me, you only have to say so, I would never pressure you into-”

“No!” Kirishima blurts, jolting forward. The suddenness of the movement seems to startle the both of you, but Kirishima recovers faster. “God, no, that’s not what this is!”

“Then, why?” you whisper, thoroughly confused. You had hoped that talking it out would help get some answers, but if anything you’re even more confused and insecure than you had been before he came to your room. “Did I- I mean, if I’m doing something that’s-”

“It’s not you.” Kirishima interrupts, covering his eyes with one of his large palms and leaning away from you. His hand is trembling a little, almost imperceptibly. “It’s not you. It’s me.”

The statement hangs in the air between the two of you like it’s a tangible presence. You stare hard at Kirishima, but he doesn’t remove his hand from his face. He looks a bit like he’s going to be sick. “What do you mean?” you ask quietly.

You’re guessing that this is where you get the ‘You’re great and all but I’m just not ready for a relationship. It’s got nothing to do with you though, I need to work through my own stuff’ sort of speech, and you have to brace yourself for it. Instead, Kirishima says something that you had not prepared yourself to hear in the slightest.

“I’m sorry.” you say, a little bewildered. You’re certain that you heard that wrong. “Could you- could you say that again?”

A flush has begun to crawl steadily across Kirishima’s face, made all the more prominent by the contrast of his hand pressed to his eyes. His ears are so red that they blend right into his hair. “I said,” he says, then takes an inhale, “That you’ll break up with me if you see my dick.”

You don’t actually know how to begin replying to that. For one, breaking up would require you to be in a relationship, which is something that he has been avoiding for a while now. You decide to address the bigger problem first. “Why would I want to break up because of your dick? Why would you even think that? Do you think I’m that shallow?”

“It’s got nothing to do with you being shallow,” Kirishima says slowly. You get the impression that he’s measuring his words, and his uncharacteristic reticence has you on edge. “It’s just that- I’m not, well, normal.”

You stare at him, a little taken aback. Kirishima had always had some issues with self-confidence, ever since middle school, but you’d always thought he’d worked through that in UA. You had never heard him talk about himself like this. “What’s that supposed to mean? Eijirou, lots of people are self-conscious about what they have going on downstairs. It doesn’t mean-”

“No, you don’t get it,” he interrupts. His hands have started twisting up the hem of his shirt, wringing it out and wrinkling the material. He’s frowning, and clearly starting to get agitated. “It’s not that I’m self-conscious about it- well, I am self-conscious about it, I guess, but it’s for a reason! I mean it, it’s not exactly… standard.”

Your face scrunches up in a frown before you can stop it. Not standard? “You’re worried it’s too small?” You guess. Your gaze drops to the crotch of his pants, where he’s subconsciously folded his hands. “Too big?”

“Um.” Kirishima lets out a nervous little laugh, several octaves higher than normal. “Yeah, I guess. It’s… it looks weird.”

“Eijirou,” your voice is soft now, most of your frustration melted away by the sight of Kirishima’s anxious fidgeting, “We live in a world where physical mutations are the norm; you really don’t have anything to worry about.” You pause for a moment, but Kirishima doesn’t respond immediately. The silence builds, until you try to break it with a light-hearted, “How weird can it be, really?”

Kirishima’s throat works as he swallows hard, but he’s nodding so you at least know that he’s listening. When he does speak, his voice is so low that you have to lean closer to him to catch what he’s saying. “I just don’t want to ruin this.”

Your heart twists, and the last of your frustration straight up disappears. You take a breath to steady yourself, then step forward and place your hands gently on his chest. A tremor works its way up his spine at your touch, but you don’t remark on it. “Kirishima.” you say firmly, and when he looks up and makes eye contact you try to keep your gaze as strict as possible. “You really have no idea how much I like you, do you? God, I like you so much, it’s stupid. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long. I mean, even if you never wanted to have sex I would understand, so long as you talked to me about it. Your dick is not gonna stop me from liking you, idiot.”

The fear of rejection is still plain to see on Kirishima’s face, but there’s something lurking just underneath that looks like hope. “I’ve never… I’ve never been with anyone like that.”

“You haven’t?” you ask, genuinely surprised. Not only is Kirishima perfectly sweet, he’s also extremely attractive. As an up-and-coming sidekick in Fatgum’s hero agency, you knew that he had no shortage of admirers. Even before that, in UA, you knew there were always people who had their eyes on him. He was so bright, he was hard to miss. 

He laughs, scrubbing at his eyes with his knuckles. “Uh, no. I mean, I’m not totally inexperienced. I mean, I’ve done oral and stuff, and I think I’m actually pretty good at it-”

“You are definitely pretty good at it,” you chime in, nodding and trying not to laugh at the flush crawling up his neck.

“I enjoy it, too!” he says quickly, as though trying to reassure you, “I enjoy it a lot. But I’ve never- I mean, no one’s ever touched me like that.” You feel your mouth drop open in honest shock. A little part of you couldn’t help but feel reassured that it wasn’t you he had a problem with, but that was mostly drowned out by surprise. Kirishima rushes on before you can speak, as though trying to say his piece before he runs out of steam, “It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s just that it’s never seemed worth the fallout. Especially with you. I’m happy with being with you in whatever way I can, and I don’t want my stupid dick to scare you off or-”

“Oh my god, Kirishima, stop,” you say, and this time you really can’t hold back your laugh. “Your stupid dick isn’t going to scare me off. God, I can’t believe this is why you never let me touch you.” you step closer and press a soft, close-mouthed kiss to his lips. You hadn’t realised just how tense Kirishima was until he relaxed a little into your touch, the stiffness in his shoulders easing out as he sighed into the kiss. You pull back just a little, just enough that you can give him a cheeky smile. “Want me to give you your first blowjob?”

Kirishima’s whole body tenses right back up as his eyes shoot wide in surprise. “What?” he squeaks out, his ears turning scarlet.

You take his hand in yours and tangle your fingers together, before tugging him gently towards the bed. “I want to,” you assure him quietly, “No matter what your dick looks like, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Kirishima says as he sits at the edge of the bed. He’s breathing a little faster now, either from excitement or nerves. You’re guessing it’s a bit of both, because he’s clinging on tight to your hand even though he looks like he’s about to bolt. When you hook your fingers around the waistband of his shorts, he catches one of your wrists with his free hand. “If you- you know, if you change your mind after seeing it, just know that I won’t be mad or anything.”

He’s so quiet and earnest that you feel your heart melt a little looking at his nervously hopeful eyes. You take your hand back and climb onto his lap, pushing your fingers into his wild mop of hair. It’s the first time you’ve ever been close with him like this -- usually he would give you a sweet, gentle kiss and then dive between your legs, always keeping a frustrating amount of distance between your lower halves. This time though, he doesn’t try to divert you away. His hands grip your hips tight, and he leans his head into your touch. “I wish you would stop expecting me to push you away.” you murmur into the side of his neck, peppering little kisses into his skin. Kirishima lets out the smallest, choked off sounding whine at that, and tilts his head so that the long line of his throat is exposed. You take the hint, and start trailing kisses all along the soft skin at the base of his neck. “I told you, and I meant it; I want to be with you.”

Strong arms wind their way around your back and pull you close until you’re sat right over Kirishima’s crotch. You don’t even think it was intentional on Kirishima’s part, but you won’t pass up the opportunity when it presents itself to you. His shorts are bulging a little right in the centre where he’s starting to get hard, and you lower yourself down so that you’re grinding over him. He gasps at the contact, and his hips jerk up into you. “Oh, shit. I want you, so badly.” he gasps, his forehead dropping down to rest on your shoulder.

You have to admit, what you can feel through his shorts is… intimidating. ‘Yeah, I guess,’ he had said when you asked him if he was worried about his dick being too big. Judging by what you could feel pressing against you, that was a massive understatement, and he was only half-hard. You ghost your hands down over his sides, feeling his ribs expand with his breaths, sliding down until your hands reach the waistband of his shorts again. You push them down over his hips, and he lifts himself up to help you, and then he’s just in his impressively tented jockstrap. You smile reassuringly at him as you tug down the jockstrap, and then his cock springs free of the waistband and you pause.

“Oh.” you breathe.

“I know that it’s-” Kirishima begins to visibly panic, his hand reflexively shooting down to try and cover himself as he tries to sit up.

“It’s okay.” you say quickly, recovering from your surprise as quickly as possible. You still feel a little off-kilter as you slide off his lap to your knees in front of him. You know that you’re staring at his cock wide-eyed, but you can’t quite help yourself. It’s… well. It’s definitely not standard.

You reach out, your hand hovering uncertainly over his cock because you barely know how to begin. It’s thicker than a soda can, and long. Delicate ridges and swirls decorate the underside, with a series of bumps along the top. When you finally do grasp him in your hand, you’re rewarded with a barely stifled gasp and a hot spurt of precum that dribbles down his cockhead to your fingers. You use both your hands to explore his length, fingers trailing over all those strange ridges. The bumps along the top are apparently sensitive, because when you rub your thumbs over them Kirishima gasps and his hips thrust gracelessly into the air.

“Sorry!” he blurts as his cock dribbles even more precum. There’s so much of it that it looks like you actually used lube or something to slick up his cock, but you guess that this must be normal for him because he just looks embarrassed. “I- it’s sensitive, I guess, um- I usually put down a towel, because I tend to get, uh, messy.”

The way he says that and the connotations of it has your thighs squeezing together, and you take a deep inhale through your nose. It’s unexpectedly hot. “Gotcha.” you smile at him, trying to put him at ease as you return your attention back to his dick. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind if you make a mess.”

“Oh, shit. Uh, okay.” Kirishima says, and his breathing has gotten noticeably heavier now. He’s almost panting as he leans back on his elbows, craning his neck so he can get a look at what you’re doing. There’s a curious swell around the base of his cock that just seems to be growing. One of your hands travels down to it curiously, splaying over it and then rubbing it at it experimentally. His hips rock forward sharply, a huff of breath leaving him as he grunts a muted, “Fuck!”

The precum is oozing almost continuously now, spilling over with nearly every stroke, and your rubbing at the swollen base seems to be pushing even more out. It’s obscene, the copious amount of it and the way it’s stringing down onto your hands. If this is the amount of precum he produces, you can hardly imagine the amount of cum he’s going to produce. You wonder if ‘messy’ is another understatement.

You finally lean forward and lick an experimental stripe up the underside of his cock, lapping at the ridges and swirls. The moan that’s ripped out of him is needy and so desperate -- his stomach muscles are tensed with the effort he’s putting in to keep from rocking into your mouth, but his cheeks are flushed and his own mouth is lolling open, his eyes squeezed shut. You take that as your cue to take all of him in your mouth as best as you can, suckling at the tip before swallowing him down. You get about halfway before you have to pull back and try again. Your mouth is stretched obscenely wide around the girth of him, and you swear you can feel the weight of his dick pulsing on your tongue.

“Oh god, oh baby, oh Y/N,” Kirishima is babbling nonsensically, his head thrown as his hips make the sweetest little aborted rocking motions, like he wants nothing more than to let go but is trying his best to restrain himself for your sake. “Feels so good.”

You suck him as best as you can, but your jaw is starting to ache from being hinged so wide. You alternate between stroking his length and suckling on the head of his dick, tracing the swirls and squeezing the bottom. The swell at the base of his cock has engorged even further, and you prod at it curiously with one hand as you work his length with the other. It’s firm but oddly spongey, and everytime you poke at it Kirishima’s whole cock twitches.

When he gasps out your name you pull back and look up at him. He’s trembling, his shirt rucked up past his bellybutton and his gaze fixed unwaveringly on you. “You okay?” you ask softly, rubbing your thumb along one of the ridges under the head of his dick.

“Yeah,” he breathes, reaching down to cup your face. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, and you realise that a string of saliva and precum is dripping down your chin. “But if you keep going I’m gonna cum.”

“Isn’t that kind of the point?” you laugh, and press a kiss right on his slit. His hips twitch and you dodge backwards just in time to avoid him taking your eye out with his hard on. 

“Sorry!” he looks mortified, and you can’t help but find his nervous fumbling absolutely adorable.

“Don’t worry about it.” you smile as you kiss your way down his shaft, prepared now for the intermittent jerking of his hips. You get to that swollen part at the base and place your mouth right at the bottom of his cock, before wrapping your lips around it to the best of your ability and sucking.

You had guessed that this swollen area was sensitive thanks to his reactions earlier, but you’re not quite prepared for the shout he lets out or the way his hand grabs onto the side of your head as he damn near rides your mouth. You’re totally startled by the reaction, but given the amount of times that you’ve done the same to his mouth you’re only too happy to indulge him. Plus, it’s the first time you’ve ever seen Kirishima fall apart like this. His cock is dribbling precum at a rapid rate the more excited he gets, and thick strings of it are pouring onto your cheeks. You think you should probably feel a little grossed out, but seeing Kirishima open-mouthed and panting as he rides your face like he’s hasn’t got a single other thought in his mind has you so turned on that your panties are getting sticky and uncomfortable between your legs. You stick your own hand between your legs to try and relieve yourself of some of the heat coiling up in your stomach, but the way that Kirishima’s rutting into your face throws off your coordination.

“Oh god, please, baby, please, put it back in your mouth, I’m gonna- fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum, please-” He begs, his head thrown back as he gasps.

How could you ever deny him when he pleads like that? You pull your head out of his grasp and sink your mouth back down on his cock, and then you just hold there and breathe as steadily as you can as Kirishima’s cock throbs in your mouth. His hips spasm, pushing his cock further into your throat. It almost feels like he’s getting bigger, as if he’s growing down your throat.

Kirishima is still babbling, a steady stream of senselessness about how good you’re making him feel, how beautiful you are, how lucky he is, until he cuts himself off with a gasp of “Baby, I’m- I’m-” and then he’s silent, his mouth hanging open as his whole body strains.

You try to suck him through his orgasm, but you are utterly unprepared for the sheer quantity of cum that erupts from his dick. Despite your intentions, you have no choice but to pull off his cock, choking a little on the cum that actually managed to get up your nose. You stroke him through it, feeling dazed as you watch him cum. You know it’s dripping from your chin, running in rivulets down your face. You wonder if it’s coming out your nose.

Kirishima seems to come forever, humping into your fist and whining and moaning the whole time. When his cock finally gives its last, exhausted spurt, his body falls limp against the bed. He’s gasping for breath and staring at the ceiling, looking like his soul had been ejected from his body along with the insane amount of cum. You notice the swollen part at the base of his cock has deflated almost entirely, to the point that it’s hardly noticeable anymore.

You climb up on the bed beside him and nudge him with your knee, a little concerned. “Eijirou? You good?”

When he looks at you, there’s a goofy smile splitting his face. “I have never been so good in my whole life.” His smile freezes as he catches a proper look at your face, caught between surprise, embarrassment, and something else. He reaches out to your face and swipes his fingers through the mess on your face. “Oh god, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t be!” you hasten to assure him, squeezing his wrists. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Kirishima stares at you as though he almost doesn’t believe you, but his cum is painted across your face and dripping down your chest, so he’s not in the best position to argue. “I told you I tend to get messy.” he breathes out a laugh, and then leans forward to kiss you, apparently not caring about the taste of his own ejaculate.

You hum into his mouth, your thighs clenching in excitement. “Eijirou,” you whisper into the kiss. When he pulls back, you bite your lip and smile at him, “Next time, will you fuck me?”

Kirishima inhales sharply, and his grip on your hips tightens to the point that the pressure is near bruising. “You really want that?”

“God, yes.” you blurt, shifting so that you’re straddling his stomach. You lower yourself down so that you’re grinding against his bare skin, and you can see the exact moment that he realises you’ve soaked through your panties.

He groans, and pulls at your hips to encourage you to grind against his stomach harder. “Shit, sweetheart. You don’t think it’s… kind of gross?”

“I didn’t expect the amount of cum,” you confess, wiping at your face with a helpless laugh, “But no, I don’t think it’s gross. I like it.” You whimper as Kirishima’s thumb slides over your swollen clit, the glide made smooth thanks to the slickness of your own arousal.

Kirishima is looking up at you as though you had hung the moon, and it’s hard not to get a little embarrassed under the intensity of his gaze. “Okay,” he whispers, “If you’re sure.” He glances down with a small frown, his lips twisted thoughtfully, “I don’t want to hurt you, though.”

“You won’t.” you kiss his nose, grinning as it wrinkles up under your lips. “We’ll make sure I’m stretched.” you glance over your shoulder at his still wet, softening cock. Even now, the size of it is intimidating. “And lube,” you conclude, “We’ll use lots and lots of lube.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, a smile starting to light up his face. He presses a sloppy kiss to the base of your throat, and you can feel the smile against your skin, “Yeah, okay. I’d really like that.” There’s still cum everywhere, all over your hands and chest and face and splashed across Kirishima’s legs and stomach, but he doesn’t seem to care about the mess in the slightest as he rolls the two of you over so that he’s hovering over you. The kiss he presses to one of your breasts is impossibly soft, and you tilt your head back and sigh as you feel his fingers trace over the lips of your pussy. “I’m so lucky to have you.” he whispers, then pushes himself down your body.

As his tongue flicks over your clit, you smile. It’s definitely you that’s the lucky one here.

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Kirishima’s complicated relationship with his genitalia had started in middle school. Up until that point, he had managed to remain blissfully unaware that there was any kind of abnormality in his nether regions. That changed one day in the locker rooms.

Having never paid any particular attention to what he had in his pants, Kirishima hadn’t thought anything of changing out with the rest of the boys in his class, as unabashed as any middle-schooler that hadn’t developed a sense of self-consciousness yet. He didn’t notice the whispers or stares until one of his friends nudged him hard. “Dude,” he said, glancing between Kirishima’s legs and then away, curiosity and mild revulsion mingled on his face, “What’s wrong with your thingy?”

“Wrong?” Kirishima had echoed, discomfort beginning to prickle beneath his skin. He hadn’t realised there was anything wrong with his genitals. He covered up quickly and finished getting changed, but the stares lingered.

No one said anything more about it to him, but by the end of the day rumour had spread that Kirishima was weird down there.

He had, like so many boys his age, taken to the internet to do his own research. It felt like a punch to the gut when he realised that his classmates were right -- his dick looked nothing like the dicks that all the guys in the videos he found had. There were exceptions, where the person’s genitals were affected by their quirk, but they were always full-body quirks that made it pretty obvious that what you were gonna find down below would be non-standard. His genitals didn’t match his body or his quirk, so his classmates must be right when they say that he’s weird with those grossed-out little laughs.

He learned pretty quickly to keep that part of him to himself, to change out quickly and efficiently in such a way that no one would ever see the parts of him that he’d rather keep hidden. He welcomes physical contact because he’s still an affectionate guy, but he’s always careful about the distance he allows between himself and others just in case they brush up against him accidentally and somehow feel that he’s different. When the boys in his class start excitedly talking about girls and other boys, and how nice it’d be to have a girlfriend or boyfriend, Kirishima tries to stay out of it. He doesn’t want to wonder about something like that when he knows that if someone were to find out his secret they’d be totally grossed out.

High school comes hand in hand with experimentation though, and Kirishima is lonely and touch-starved. He doesn’t want to avoid touch for the rest of his life out of fear that someone’s going to know. So he allows himself to indulge a little; he’s popular with girls in UA, a fact that surprises him. Unlike the girls in middle school, they haven’t heard the rumours that there’s something wrong with him, so they smile and chat to him and even flirt. It’s exciting and new and he allows himself to have just this -- he kisses them and he makes them feel good, and then he retreats when they look for more because he just can’t give it to them. 

When he tells you all this, you could swear that you feel your heart crack right down the middle. You hadn’t realised how lonely Kirishima was, wrapped up in a self-constructed blanket of self-loathing and disgust. You knew it had taken a lot of trust for him to open up to you like he had, but you hadn’t realised just how much. It makes your chest fill with some undefinable emotion, and you just want to hold him and never let go. 

You’re more determined than ever now to show him exactly how much you care about him, and exactly how much any physical anomaly doesn’t affect the way you feel in the slightest. You’ve been stretching yourself methodically and carefully every night of the week that has passed since you gave him his first blowjob in preparation to finally have sex with him. You just want him to feel good, and you don’t want him to worry about hurting you. And now, tonight, you’ve decided that you’re ready for it.

Bakugou’s the one that answers the door when you knock at their shared apartment, and his face does something funny when he sees you. He lets you in without a greeting, and yells for Kirishima as you shut the door behind you. It’s definitely a little awkward, because your last proper conversation was that day when he told you that your now boyfriend didn’t get off when you were together, but you smile and ask him how he’s doing all the same.

He just grunts at you and sprawls out on the couch, his attention fixed on his phone. You don’t try to make any further conversation, because you figure he probably won’t respond and you can hear Kirishima crashing around further down the hall anyway. You’re about to slip down the hall towards Kirishima’s room when Bakugou speaks again, surprising you. “You talked.”

You pause, confused for half a moment before the memories of your last conversation come flooding back. “Oh. Uh, yeah, we did.” 

Bakugou nods, still staring at his phone. You hover uncertainly, unsure of whether you should continue to Kirishima’s room or if Bakugou had something else he wanted to say. You don’t have to wait long; Bakugou puts his phone down and turns to survey you closely. “If you’re still here, then I guess you didn’t freak out.”

“There’s nothing to freak out over.” you say defensively, thinking of how sensitive Kirishima is about his body.

“I never said there was!” Bakugou snaps back instantly. You both glare at each other, but you don’t respond further. You came here for one reason, and that reason was not to start a fight with Bakugou when your boyfriend was waiting for you in the bedroom. When Bakugou speaks again, it’s with an awkward edge to his voice. “Whatever. Just don’t be an asshole to him.”

You realise that Bakugou is just trying to look out for his friend, and the revelation that you’re receiving Bakugou’s awkward attempt at a shovel talk is enough to have you reeling. “As if I would be,” you say, “I really like him.”

“Good. Fine.” Bakugou picks his phone back up and you take that as a dismissal. You’re just about to leave when he says, “By the way, keep it the fuck down. I don’t care if you’re taking dragon dick or if it’s Shitty Hair’s first time getting his dick wet, I don’t need to hear that nasty shit.”

His crudeness has you flushing hot with embarrassment, but you don’t dignify him with a response. You slip down the hall and up to Kirishima’s bedroom, knocking softly on the door before letting yourself in.

Kirishima is in the process of trying to stuff a pile of clothes into the bottom of his wardrobe, and he slams the door shut and whirls around when he hears you come in. “Hey!” he beams at you, trying to kick aside the pair of underwear that’s stuck in the edge of the wardrobe door.

“Hey, you.” you greet him. You’re still a bit flustered from Bakugou’s comment, but you hide it as best as you can as Kirishima sweeps you up in his arms and pulls you into a sweet, close-mouthed kiss.

In the week since you blew him the first time, the two of you have alternated between your apartments and spent almost every single day together. Some days you just touched each other with your hands, other days you used your mouths on each other. You still hadn’t gotten fully used to his enormous loads of cum, but he seems at least to be getting more and more comfortable with your touch. Even now, his hands trail up your sides as he presses eagerly into you; this boldness would have been unheard of coming from him only a week ago, but neither of you are under any illusions about what the two of you are going to get up to this evening.

You wind your arms around his neck and melt into the kiss, relishing the contact and the wet slide of his lips against yours. As his hands trail from your hips to your lower back to your ass, you feel the hard press of his lower abdomen nudge against you. You pull back and grin at him, “Someone’s impatient.”

Kirishima flushes, but he doesn’t pull away or deny it. Progress. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” he confesses quietly, reaching up to nudge a flyaway tuft of hair out of your eyes.

“Yeah?” you grin, delighting in his openness. You take a small step back and look down at where his bulge is tenting the front of his sweatpants. “How long have you been like this, baby?”

“Pretty much since you texted me telling me you were thinking of coming over.” he says with a cheeky little smile, nudging his face into your neck and nipping at the skin there. “So, an hour and a half? Give or take.”

You hum as you cup his hardness through the cotton of his joggers. He groans and his hips jerk into your palm, as sensitive as ever. “Hey,” you murmur, “Wanna fuck me?”

Kirishima’s whole body twitches at that, and you swear you can feel his cock jump in his hand. “Now?” he asks, his voice gone a little hoarse from surprise and arousal.

“Unless you’d like to wait?”

“No! Now is good!” Kirishima says hastily, reaching out to hold your hips as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “God, now is so good.”

It’s really hard to hold back your laugh as you watch him scramble towards the bed, tugging you along with him. He’s excited, that much is obvious, and you really can’t blame him -- he’s gone so long thinking that he would never get to have this, that he would never be accepted like this. You want to give him everything.

His hands start fidgeting with the sheets as soon as he sits back on the bed. You straddle his lap and take his hands in yours before leaning in for a kiss, hoping to distract him from any nerves or self-doubts before they can take a hold of him. He hums happily into your mouth, squeezing one of your hands in his and using the other one to wrap around your waist and pull you closer.

“I’ve thought about sex with you so many times,” you admit when you pull away from the kiss. You reach up and stroke a line down the bridge of his nose, then push back a lock of his hair; it’s freshly washed and ungelled, lying fluffy and loose around his face. He’s looking up at you like you just hung the moon, open-mouthed and soft-eyed. It’s such a sweet look on him, and you love watching it contort into pleasure as you sink down to rub yourself against his hard on. “I want you to feel good.”

Kirishima makes a choked off whining sound in his throat as he grinds up into you. “You always make me feel good.” he says. You can feel his cock thickening and filling out against you, and judging by how clearly you can feel him, he’s foregone the usual jockstrap or protective cup he uses to try and hide his shape in his pants. 

You reach down and pull at his sweatpants -- you manage to get one leg off entirely, but the other gets stuck halfway down his left thigh and you’re too impatient to keep pulling at it so you just abandon it in favour of reaching for Kirishima’s now exposed cock. You’ve gotten familiar with the thick ridges and bumps of it over the past week, familiar enough for your fingers to seek out his sensitive spots without even looking.

He moans as you touch him, and dips his hands into your pants so that he can squeeze at your ass. His grip is a little too hard, bordering on painful as he bites at your neck. He pops open the button on your pants and shoves one of his hands into your panties, rubbing at your clit with his thumb and trailing his other fingers along your slit. 

You rub at the bumps along the tip of his cock, and you’re rewarded with a little squirt of precum. It dribbles down your hand and onto the sheets, and you wonder if maybe you should put down some towels to try and keep the mess contained. But Kirishima is letting out the softest little moans as he tries to rut into your hand and rub at your clit at the same time, and you decide that ruining the moment to lay down towels just isn’t worth it. A little mess is a small sacrifice to make.

When his fingers finally dip inside you, you feel his whole body tense up and still. “Baby,” he says, his voice soft and a little stunned, “You..”

“I stretched myself out before I came over,” you finish for him, pushing your hips back so that his fingers sink all the way inside of you. The lube still inside of you makes the slide effortless, and the look on Kirishima’s face is absolutely priceless. “I’m ready when you are.”

Those words elicit another little spurt of precum as Kirishima’s cock twitches in your hand. When you glance down, you see that the base of his dick is engorged and painful looking, and it only seems to be swelling. You only get to look for a moment though, because then you’re being flipped on your back and Kirishima is looming over you. “Oh, baby, oh shit,” he grits out through clenched teeth as his cock rubs up against the back of your thighs. “Are you sure you want to?”

“I want to, I want to so bad,” you promise him, kissing where you can reach on his face. You reach down and grip his cock, guiding it to your entrance, “Go slow, baby.” You’re so excited when you first feel the tip of his cock press into you that you’re not sure if the gush of wetness is from your pussy or his precum. You’re so turned on that you wonder if the amount of lube you had used was overkill, but then the length of him starts to stretch you out and you decide that yes, you absolutely did need that lube.

As soon as the tip is in, Kirishima stills over you. His head drops down, forehead making contact with your shoulder as he groans. You rock your hips experimentally, your breathing gone a little ragged as you realise that you can feel all those fleshy bumps and ridges, but Kirishima snatches at your hips instantly to still you. When he speaks, his voice is strained, “I’m not gonna last.”

Affection bubbles up in your chest as you look at his flushed face, his misty eyes. He’s practically trembling from the effort of holding back. “It’s okay,” you assure him, looping your arms over his shoulders and tracing little patterns into the skin of his back, “You don’t have to, it’s your first time. We have all the time in the world to go again and again, as many times as you want.”

Kirishima makes a garbled little noise in the back of his throat, and then he’s kissing you so sloppily and enthusiastically that drool begins to slip down your chins. It’s a little gross, but considering how much cum you’re going to be covered in soon enough you can’t be too fussy. When he pulls back, it’s so that he can look down and watch where his cock is entering you in increments.

The slow, inexorable stretch of it has your breath catching in your throat. You throw your head back on the bed and focus on keeping your breathing as steady as possible as he presses into you so, so slowly. After exploring the length of him with your mouth and hands, you knew he was big, but apparently knowing and feeling are two completely separate things. You feel like you’re being stretched impossibly wide, and when you glance down you see that he’s not even halfway in. 

Kirishima pauses suddenly, his breathing coming in short pants. You think that he’s just taking a moment to collect himself, to pace himself, but he’s frowning down at where the two of you are connected. “I dont- I don’t think I’ll fit.”

“Oh, you’ll fit.” you declare, jaw set stubbornly. His dick was already partly in you, and like hell were you giving up now. “Don’t worry. Keep going, Eiji.”

“You’re so…” he groans as he edges his hips forward, rocking his cock another inch inside of you, “So tight, you feel so wet and warm inside, oh god, so good, so good.”

The stretch is starting to sting, but you’ve prepared yourself well for this and it’s not so bad that you can’t breathe through it. When he bottoms out inside you, the tip of his cock hits your cervix and your whole body jerks hard at the dull ache it sends up your spine. “Fuck!” you cry out, your hips humping back into Kirishima’s of their own accord. You can feel every damn ridge and swirl grinding against your insides, and you clamp down hard around him, gasping. “Oh, shit.”

You’ve never felt so full in your life, and Kirishima’s cock doesn’t even fit all the way inside you. You wonder if you’re about to split in two. Your thighs are splayed obscenely wide, and you can feel your own body trying to suck him in further but there’s nowhere else to go because he’s filling you up so completely. Your chest is heaving as you pant for breath -- your thoughts have turned a little muddy, but even now you can see that Kirishima has frozen, his face tucked into your neck as he shudders with deep, panting breaths. Your shoulder feels wet, and you realise that he’s drooling on you.

“Eijirou,” you groan, “Move.”

His first thrust is hesitant, exploratory. He apparently likes what he feels, because he lifts his head up so that he can look at you properly. He looks totally blissed out, his eyes a little unfocused, and his expression alone shoots a bolt of heat straight between your legs. You breathe out a curse and move your hips down and into him, trying to encourage him to fuck you properly. When he thrusts forward again, the movement is accompanied by a vulgar squelching sound, and you realise that you’re probably being filled up with his precum. The thought makes you moan quietly, tightening up around him. 

Kirishima grunts and dives down so that your chests are pressed together, his arms pushing your legs up and to the side, and then suddenly he’s fucking into you for real. His moans sound like they’ve come straight out of a porn video as he shoves his cock as deep inside you as possible before pulling out and doing it again. All you can do is gasp against him as the breath is driven straight out of your lungs by his desperate humping.

His movements are nearly feral, jackhammering into you at a pace that probably should feel punishing but instead has you hiccuping out moans on every stroke. The size of him and the speed at which he’s fucking at you is overwhelming in the best possible way. He keeps gasping your name in between moans, his jaw lolling open as he pants for breath. “Oh, baby girl, you feel so good, so good for me. You like this?”

“Yes!” you wheeze, clinging to his shoulders as he rails you into the mattress. It’s better than you ever could have hoped for, and you’re nearly sobbing from the sheer sensation of it all. “Oh god, don’t stop!” You feel your abdomen drawing tight, heat beginning to build rapidly in the bottom of your belly, and you practically throw yourself down to meet his thrusts. “Please, I’m gonna cum, make me cum, Eiji!”

Kirishima practically snarls at that, his hand snaking down to your pussy even as he keeps rutting into you. His hand finds your clit and starts stroking at it hard and fast at a pace that matches his fucking. “Fuck yes, I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

You know you’re starting to shake apart, his cock and his fingers too much for you. Your body is strung taut, your orgasm so close you can virtually taste it. As he feels you clamp down around him Kirishima lets out a whimpering moan, and with that you’re totally gone, head slamming back on the bed as you let out mindless, breathless little choking moans. It feels like your vision totally wipes out as you convulse in Kirishima’s arms, hips twitching wildly. 

When the euphoria of your orgasm finally subsides, you feel so totally fucked out that you hardly know which way is up. It takes you a moment to become aware of the way Kirishima is humping into you desperately now, hunkering over you and groaning. Feeling his cock slide in and out of your over-sensitive and still twitching pussy is almost too much, and you know you won’t be able to take much more of his relentless pounding. You clench around him as tight as you can and cup his sweaty face in your hands, smiling at the open-mouthed look of pure need he’s giving you. “Are you gonna cum inside me, Eiji?”

Apparently that was the correct thing to say, because you can see the moment that he hurtles completely over the edge. He shoves his cock as deep as he can get inside you and then he’s crying out as he begins to empty himself inside you. He keeps rocking, even though his cock is crammed as far into you as it’s possible to get, and you tremble and gasp as you feel his cum spraying inside you. It feels totally filthy, and there’s so much of it that you can feel it leaking out and down your ass even though Kirishima’s cock is still plugging you up. There’s so much cum that you actually start to wonder if your birth control is going to still be effective. You almost expect it to start coming out of your ears.

It seems like he’s cumming forever, and eventually he has to pull out because you’re just too full. As soon as his gradually softening cock is pulled free, it seems like a veritable bucketload of cum streams out of you and makes a mess of the bedcovers. It’s simultaneously really gross and really, really hot, and you don’t have the energy to unpack that so you just lay back and watch as Kirishima’s cock continues to dribble cum all over his legs and your abdomen. The swollen base of his cock is deflated now, and his dick eventually gives one last twitch and then he’s finished. 

He collapses on top of you, sweaty and soiled with his cum, but you don’t complain as he wraps you up in his arms and kisses your temples, murmuring soft, mindless praise into your hairline. “Are you okay?” he whispers, “Did I hurt you?”

You laugh a little, still winded. Your pussy is feeling achey from being stretched so wide, and you’re definitely going to have trouble walking tomorrow, but it’s the best kind of hurt imaginable. “You did everything just right.” you say, giving him a tired smile. “How was it?”

“If I could stay in your pussy forever, I would.” he says solemnly, the barest hint of a smile pulling at his lips.

You laugh properly at that, and roll over so that you’re lying across his chest. “Yeah? Well, I think you’ve just ruined me for all other cocks in the world. No one's ever gonna compare to how good yours feels.”

With your chin on his chest, you have a clear view of the way he flushes at your words, and the vulnerability that creeps into his expression as he looks at you. “Really?”

“I just came so hard it felt like the world was ending.” you grin at him, then press a teasing kiss to one of his pecs. “Yes, really.”

A smile breaks out on his face, toothy and dorky, as if he can’t believe his luck. “So… Would you want to do it again, maybe? Sometime?”

The smile you return is so wide it feels like it’s about to split your face. “Yeah, Eiji. Without question.”

It’s hard to kiss when you’re both grinning like total idiots, but the two of you make a valiant effort all the same. The ridiculous amount of cum painting the two of you is beginning to dry and flake off your skin, and it's definitely kind of gross but you’re so happy and sated and tired in that moment that you’re pretty sure nothing on earth could ruin the moment for you. Not even Bakugou when he comes pounding at the door and yelling obscenities in the form of noise complaints.

[ttuesday]

Hey, my 🤏🇮🇪👻,

I am very much not feeling well today. Its almost like flu but less severe though my body feel like its been by an artic 🥺

Canoo do my 🤏🐭🤠 looking after a reader who feels so awful, they're wrapped up in bed, but insisting to the camp chores

🤏🐭🤠 that she fj e.

Word Count: ~1,580

~No smut unfortunately :( just some angst and floof~

You first felt awful in the early morning. Your head felt heavy, you couldn't concentrate on anything and you got that strange shiver up your spine. It was like you had a dark cloud that followed you wherever you went in camp. 

Your energy had dwindled significantly before you even had your morning coffee. As you trudged around to start your daily chores, you couldn't help but feel like you were dragging around some kind of invisible ball and chain. 

Having the day off seemed like a nice idea but you knew that would end up doing more harm than good. If you didn't do your chores then Tilly or Mary-Beth would have to do the extra work which would make their day worse.

You settled on the best option being to continue with your day as normal as possible. You saw the likes of Arthur and Lenny give you slightly concerned looks as you carried some hay over to the horses, using a lot more effort than you usually did. But it was Micah who was the first to comment on your sick demeanour.

"Darlin" he drawled, coming up behind you as you finally dropped the hay. Once Micah got a good look at you, he furrowed his brow. "Ya look like death" he pointed out. "Thanks for the reminder" you scoffed, turning on your heels and walking away.

You and Micah had been friends for a long time. When you first met him, you could barely stand to be around him but slowly (kinda like a fungus) he began to grow on you. There was no doubt in your mind that Micah was always going to be tough to get along with but somehow, ye made it work. 

"You ain't sick, are ya?" Micah asked, jogging a little to catch up with you. "No I'm not sick, I'm fine" you huffed, feeling another chill crawl up the back of your neck.

Micah stayed quiet for a moment. You didn't look at him so you missed how Micah questionably raised his eyebrow when you said that. He waited a few seconds before commenting "Ya don't look fine". 

"Does it really matter if I'm fine or not?" you snapped, your voice harsher than you expected "Just leave me get back to work, go annoy someone else". 

Micah slowed his pace and let you continue on alone, knowing it's best not to push you when you're like this.

Surprisingly, Micah didn't want to argue with you. Micah had yet to figure out why, but for some reason he didn't want you to dislike him. Maybe it was because you were the only gang member that actually put in the effort to befriend him.

Whenever Micah thought too much about it, he got this fluttering feeling in his chest so he quickly dismissed his thoughts.

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The next time Micah saw you was just after noon. Thankfully, you were no longer hauling hay around but you were helping Pearson prepare the stew.

Micah knew he wasn't the most hygienic person but he wasn't too sure if it was a great idea to have you near food. Sighing to himself, he strolled over to you and leaned against the table. 

You saw him walking over but decided to ignore him. You were in no mood to deal with him. Micah stayed quiet for a few seconds, watching as you chopped up a potato. You tried to ignore him, scrunching up your nose a little as you focused on your work.

"Try not to get any snot on the veg" Micah observed. Your grip on the knife tightened but you were determined to ignore him.

You've seen Micah pick at people and make comments in the hopes of getting a rise out of them. From seeing these previous interactions, you came to the conclusion that ignoring Micah would be the best way to get him to leave.

Micah wouldn't admit how annoying it was that you didn't reply but he had another plan in mind. "Pearson" he called out, waving his hand and practically ordering the man over. Glancing over to Micah, you gave him a confused look as Pearson made his way over.

"Now I ain't no chef," Micah raised his hands slightly "but I don't think having someone that's sick handling the food is a good idea".

Pearson's eyes went wide as he looked from Micah to you. "Y-you're sick?" he asked, his tone frantic "I'm trying to run a real kitchen here and you're sick?". "I'm not sick!" you protested "I'm just tired".

Pearson dragged his hand down his face as he muttered "Oh my god, you're sick".

Huffing, Pearson shooed you away from the food "Go on, get away from here and go relax for a while". You reluctantly moved away from the food, making sure to give Micah a death stare as you did. 

You marched off but before you could get far, you saw Micah near you again. "Oh just go away, Micah" you scowled "have you not ruined enough for me?".

"You're sick, doll" he repeated again, hoping that maybe this time you'd accept it.

"No I'm not," you denied "the only thing I'm sick of is you and you're... you...". That cloudy feeling in your head tightened and you suddenly lost your train of thought. You closed your eyes to try and regain your focus but instead you swayed, your feet stumbling slightly. 

"Woah there" Micah put his hands on your back and by your ribs to steady you.

You wanted to push him away, tell him that you were fine but deep down you knew that you weren’t. A wave of tiredness washed over you and you leaned into Micah. Every part of you was either fragile or aching. "You think you can walk to my tent?" Micah asked "I think you oughta lie down for a while". 

You attempted to answer him but all you could do was groan and nod your head. Micah held on to you as ye both shuffled over to his tent together. You continued to lean against him, your eyes closed as the hot southern sun glared down on you.

"Here," he muttered, taking off his white hat and hastily plonking it on your head "don't want you getting heat stroke too".

When you got to the tent, Micah guided you down to his bed before closing the flaps of the tent. Being out of the sun made you feel a little better, though your body continued to ache whenever you moved. “How the hell did you get a tent?” you mumbled, glancing around with tired eyes.

Micah chuckled, out of all the questions you could’ve asked, he didn’t expect that one. “Cause I’m a hard worker” he replied as if the answer was that obvious. You scoffed but even that seemed to make your head feel worse.

You scrunched up your face, trying your best to tolerate the pain. “You think it’s some kinda virus?” Micah questioned, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Could be the flu,” you groaned “or else I’ve overworked myself lately and this is my body’s way of thanking me”. 

“Relax here for a while, take a nap and don’t get sick in my tent” he ordered “and stop pushing yourself, I got a robbery coming up that I’m already stressed about so I don’t need to be worrying about you too”. That last part wasn’t suppose to come out.

Micah tried to stop himself saying it but he only realised he said it afterwards. That funny feeling in his chest returned as his eyes scanned your face for your reaction. 

“Awh and there I was thinking the infamous Micah Bell didn’t care about anyone but himself” you giggled, easing the sudden dread he felt. He felt strangely thankful that you decided to giggle about it instead of looking at him in disgust. Micah always liked your laugh too so it was nice to hear it... but he’d never tell you that.

“Shut it,” he feigned annoyance, taking his hat from your hat and placing it down lower on your face to cover your eyes “now get some sleep”. 

Micah stood as you joked “Aren’t you going to tuck me in?”. 

“Don’t push your luck” he huffed. Micah glanced behind his shoulder as he walked to the entrance of his tent, watching as you snuggled into his pillow. Usually he gets frustrated with himself whenever he realises you’re making him smile but this time he decided to let it slide.

Just before Micah could step out of the tent, you gently called to him “Micah?”. He stopped, turning back to look at you. “Thank you for taking care of me” you peeked out from his hat, a shy smile on your face. 

Damn you and your kindness. There was that fluttery feeling in his chest yet again. It took Micah a few seconds to reply. He was too busy trying to control the warm sensation in his cheeks to think of a quick witted response. Clearing his throat, Micah looked down at the ground “Sure, you’re welcome”.

As you drifted off to sleep in his bed, Micah sat by the campfire. He made sure to have a clear view of his tent in case you got up or needed any help before he let out a long sigh.

Micah knew it was time he sorted through all of these feelings you gave him. He had ignored them for too long and now it was finally time to confront that fluttery feeling in his chest.