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toiletclown · 4 months ago

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spencer agnew x f!reader

fluff <3 word count: 6354

summary: being best friends with spencer agnew was the greatest gift the universe ever gave you. you don't have anyone else in your life who keeps up with you like he does. which is why the flirty banter between you two is so fun, right? it's silly. it doesn't mean anything. right??

(basically the you wanna kiss me so bad x that's so gross get tf away from me freak bestie to lovers trope. or whatever. i don't know. love u.)

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“Spencer, ew!” You yelled from across the Board AF table. You were in the middle of a Moose Master shoot, and it had very quickly turned to chaos – as usual. Luckily, Moose Master shoot days meant a long, long lunch after wrap to recuperate the massive amount of energy you lost after screaming and laughing like a banshee for an hour.

“What, you don't think that’s funny?” Spencer shot back. He was using his freshly-pulled Echo Master card on you, because of course he was. “I'm the one in charge here! You're my echo and you have to say baaaabe if I say it.” He dragged out the word, a whiny cadence, then crossed his arms in front of his chest. Cute, he was attempting to put his foot down.

“I’m not doing that, Spencer!” You crossed your arms right back. Two could play at this game.

Being best friends with Spencer Agnew was the greatest gift the universe ever gave you.

Courtney, Chanse, and Angela were just whipping their heads back and forth, following the banter from each side of the table.

“Alex!” Spencer called out, a last ditch effort.

Alex laughed from off-camera. “Sorry, Y/N. He has the card, he makes the rule.”

“Judas!” You hissed.

Everyone was laughing at this point, and despite your bickering, you were over the moon. You loved your job, and all your friends.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He winked at you, and you pretended to gag.

“Babe, nothing is wrong,” You deadpanned. You didn't use the same inflection as Spencer, wondering if he would try to argue that that counted as a penalty.

“Penalty card! Pull a penalty card!” Spencer’s face was filled with childlike glee. Bastard, of course he would pull that shit. Although, you selfishly loved seeing his face light up like this. You loved seeing him happy.

“For what?” Courtney asked, no malice in her voice – they were enjoying the show.

“No answering questions!” Spencer yelled, thinking he pulled one over on you.

But really, Courtney pulled one over on him. “Penalty card, pull a penalty card, Spence!” You mocked him, rubbing it in his face.

“Bro, you want to kiss me so bad right now,” Spencer made several kissy noises at you.

“Do we still have a yeet bucket available?” You begged, tipping your head back and rolling your eyes.

“Do we?” Spencer asked you, remembering the rule that got him yet another “bummer, this is your penalty card to keep!” card. It was first to seven, and he was at six. You, however, were at four.

The game went on and on, you echoing Spencer’s babe, incessantly. You finally missed one and took your penalty card, but you had lasted several rounds of play and were still proud of yourself. However, if this was a bummer card, you would lose.

You hold the penalty card face down, attempting to build suspense. “Can I have a drumroll?”

Spencer immediately began tapping his fingers on the table.

You squealed. “Lucky day! Hmm, who shall I give this to…” You held the card up to your face, tapping it against your chin as though in deep thought.

Everyone started shouting names. Courtney called for Spencer. Spencer called for Angela. Angela called for Chanse. Chanse called for Spencer, too.

You shot the card across the table to Spencer, and it hit him in the face. “Oops! Sorry, I’m a bad shot,” you shrugged, knowing he wouldn’t actually care.

“I gave you a drumroll!” He yelped, incensed that you would do this to him, knowing he was one card away from being out.

“Sorry, babe, it wasn’t the right tempo.”

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You and Spencer decided on Homestate for lunch, sitting in your car in the Smoffice parking lot, bent every which way to be comfy and facing each other in the small car.

You loved having time alone with Spencer, and you refused to think deeper into why. You weren’t that extroverted in your real life. It was easy to be extroverted on camera, especially when your best friends in the entire universe are there with you, making you double over in laughter, egging you on to take a joke further.

The past few times you’ve been one-on-one with Spencer, you had gotten a bit nervous right beforehand. You’ve never, in all your years of friendship with Spencer, felt nervous before seeing him. And you were choosing to blame one Courtney Ruth Miller for this.

“Spencer’s thirst trap edits on TikTok,” Courtney giggled.

Shayne breaks into that high-pitched laughter that only Courtney brought out of him, and Amanda was laughing in either disbelief or agreement. Actually, it was probably both.

“No, I don’t save them,” Courtney clarified. “But I send–I send them to him.”

“Check this out, dude,” Shayne said in his frat bro voice.

“And also me, why don’t I check it out again?” Courtney laughed again.

“Also, where did I save that? Hmm…” Amanda added.

The room devolved into a fit of giggles.

Courtney left out a small part of the story. You were usually the one that sent the edits to her.

You wouldn’t say that you had a crush on Spencer. Or that you even had feelings for him that weren't platonic. But sometimes, late in bed, scrolling on TikTok, your for you page would really be for you and put a thirst trap edit of your best friend on your feed. Sometimes, once you sent a video to Court, your algorithm would pick up on it and put a bunch of edits in a row. You’d watch them all, sending half of them to Courtney, fawning over how pretty he was.

You didn’t have feelings for Spencer, you just had eyes that worked. You knew he was beautiful, with his wild, curly hair, his glasses, his humor. Everything about him was attractive to you. He was extremely funny, never took a joke too far, and respected your boundaries. These were all desirable traits, normal things to find attractive in another person.

But, when you watched that Smosh Mouth episode, and dared to look at the comments, your stomach started burning.

The spencer thirst edits is so real, courtney

I also send my friends spencer thirst edits <3

Spencer thirst trap enjoyers rise up !!

You couldn’t place the emotion that was rising inside you, swallowing you. You weren’t dumb, you knew that other people saw those edits. You once saw one with over 20k likes, clearly Spencer being attractive wasn’t a hot take. And it wasn’t – he was objectively hot in looks alone, right? But knowing him personally, well, that only endeared you to him more.

Jealousy. You felt… jealous. You had pinpointed the emotion that was skyrocketing your body temperature, but you needed to pinpoint the reason now. Why do you feel jealous? What is there to be jealous of? He’s not yours.

You had had a bit of an anxiety attack over it all when you woke up this morning. You let it all fade away once you got to the office, but sitting in your tiny car, cramped up next to Spencer… the confusion, the jealousy, it was all rearing its head once more.

“You good, babe?” Spencer asked, followed by a large bite of quesadilla.

For some reason, the pet name – despite its frequency in conservation with Spencer – burned you just a little more.

You moved your food to the side, no longer hungry. “Yeah, Spence. I’m okay.” But your voice was tight, and you knew it gave you away. Spencer always knew.

“Y/N, you know you’re a shit liar.” He tossed a crumpled up napkin at you, his way of encouraging you to open up.

You let out a laugh, weakly. “Shut up.”

Spencer tapped your leg, prompting you to meet his eyes. “Hey. Please? Let me help my best friend,” he said, and the platonic tone he used made you want to shrivel up and pass away. His best friend. That was all you were, all you would ever be. You thought you had made peace with this sentiment, years and years ago. You thought this was a thing you understood, a thing that was an unspoken agreement.

But maybe it wasn’t. “I don’t think I want to talk about it just yet. Let me process a bit more, and you’ll be the first one to know.” You held out your right pinky, silently asking for a pinky swear.

Spencer smiled, a beautiful sight in the afternoon sun, and linked his pinky with yours. You both leaned in, kissing your respective thumbs to signify the pinky swear was official. It was something you had done for so many years at this point, that the motion was entirely subconscious.

You pulled away with more force than was necessary, but if Spencer noticed, he took mercy and he didn’t question you. “Let’s talk about you!” You blurted out, desperately trying to redirect the conversation. “How are the apps treating you?” You said ‘apps’ with a certain sense of disdain, meant to come off as a joke but coming out more truthful than you meant.

You’re not sure why this was your best choice for “redirecting the conversation”. Because whatever he was going to say wasn’t going to be any easier to hear.

“Oh, I deleted ‘em.”

Eyes wide, you leaned forward again, your body constantly stuck in a gravitational pull towards him. “What? When? Why?”

“Who, what, when, where, why, and how?” He mocked you, and you made a big show of rolling your eyes.

“You’re so dramatic, Y/N. I love it.” He said.

So, you did what you always did. “I might be dramatic but I’m always right.” You loved your friendship with Spencer, because he was the only one that pushed you hard enough. You loved to volley insults back and forth, and to have someone keep up with you when you’re really in the groove. Here you were, starting up your game. A back and forth of barbs with frightening frequency, always on the same page. Spencer never had a problem keeping that insane pace with you. It almost seemed like you were the one running, and he was on a leisurely stroll right behind you, never struggling to keep up with you. Always right there.

“Best friend my ass, why didn’t you tell me!” It was a rhetorical question, and you didn’t need or want an answer to it. You were afraid of what his reasoning would be.

What if he met someone?

He didn’t seem to pick up on your internal battle. “I don’t know, we haven’t really hung out lately.” His voice was suddenly a lot lower, an air of sadness in his tone. “I feel like this is the first time I’ve had you to myself in a month.”

Your heart skipped a beat, just for a moment, at that. You decided to push your luck.

“Had me to yourself, eh?” You winked at him, “And you say that I want to kiss you so bad.” You leaned back again, letting the space between you and Spencer return to a normal, friendly, platonic amount.

To his credit, Spencer was usually the one that made the suggestive jokes. Then, you would shut him down immediately. You would call him disgusting, say he could only have you in his dreams, make a small dick joke, something. That was how the bit went. But you were surprised to see how dumbfounded he looked.

“Sorry I stole your bit,” you exhaled, a bit breathless at the way he was looking at you. Like you were always surprising him, and that he loved it. Like he could maybe love you.

Your phone’s alarm went off, signaling it was time to go back inside. You didn’t have another shoot today, but Spencer had a livestream. Maybe you’d sit in, but you’d more than likely go for a walk to try and get rid of this negative, nervous, jealous energy.

Spencer groaned, and you laughed. “What?”

“I just wanted more time with you is all,” he started, measuring your reaction. When you raised an eyebrow, he pushed his luck. He leaned over the console, right up to your face. Your lips were merely an inch apart, a soft, warm kiss just a small distance away. You stayed silent, and you stayed still.

A beat.

He looked down at your lips.

Another beat.

“Wanted to see how bothered I could get you,” he whispers, and as he speaks he loses his balance for a second. Your lips brush for the quickest moment. It wasn’t a kiss, not really, just a slight touch. Lips to lips, but no pressure. No romance.

Somehow, you both managed to keep your faces straight.

Then, Spencer pulled away, agonizingly slow, tantalizingly slow. You didn’t breathe for a moment. It felt like recess again, like you had just run around too hard for too long and now your little lungs couldn’t fill up all the way.

You forced yourself to stay silent. He smiled again, a wickedly beautiful thing. Then he left you in your car, a raging fire fueled further with every one of his antics.

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After three full minutes of deep breathing exercises, you finally reentered the office. As soon as the door came to a close behind you, Alex came sprinting up to you, scaring you a little with their sense of urgency.

They came to a stop right in front of you, and after doubling over trying to catch his breath, he finally spoke. “Angela got sick after lunch,” Another quick breath, “can you come do the livestream with Spencer in her place?”

All that fucking nervous energy came flooding back in, thousandfold. Those deep breathing exercises were useless. All for naught.

Alex was desperate, and despite your current problem, you loved him. And Spencer. And Smosh. Fuck it.

“Yeah, of course I can. Is there anything planned?” You said, following behind them when they rejoiced and started heading for the stage.

They laugh, which makes you laugh, only his was genuine and yours was nervous and obvious.

“Oh, no, what?” You asked, another nervous chuckle coming out of you.

You had reached the door to the stage, and when you walked in you watched as Spencer rattled on about – you listened a bit closer – Family Guy? What the hell, sure. Alex probably told him to start the stream and keep it going while they grabbed someone to cover.

You’d like to think you were Alex’s first choice. You knew that you and Spencer had incredible chemistry on camera, which was only because you had incredible chemistry for real. There was a not insignificant amount of the fanbase that shipped you two. Sometimes, if your TikTok FYP didn’t serve you Spencer thirst traps, it served you edits of the two of you flirting. Compilation videos of moments you shared on camera would come up in your YouTube suggestions. And you watched them all. All the way to the end.

And that never really made much sense, now did it? Why watch these videos speculating on the romantic nature of the friendship you cherished so dearly? You wanted it to be just friendship. That’s what you’ve wanted for nearly ten years now.

And now, all of the sudden, it really was starting to feel like ‘friends’ wasn’t enough. Like you wanted more, and you wanted it bad.

Shit.

You walked over to the livestream setup, making a loud whooping noise to announce your arrival. “Big dick daddy’s back in town baby!” You said, for some fucking reason. While you were doing your breathing exercises in your car, you were also on Twitter. Clearly the brain rot was influencing you. Or it was the gas leak.

You went with that.

“Whoa, coming in hot, eh?” Spencer said, looking up at you while you fiddled with the headphones before sitting in the comfy little swivel chair next to him.

His eyes were full of love, but you knew that was just because you were saving his ass right now.

That was all. You couldn’t indulge yourself in the possibility of it being more.

You just realized, as you nestled into the chair next to him, that you and Spencer hadn’t done a solo stream together yet. You were in a few of the group livestreams together, when there were four or five cast members involved. But you had yet to do one this… intimate. You shuddered mentally at that word.

“I’m here with Mr. Spencer Agnew, sir, can you tell us what we’ll be doing today?” You asked Spencer, holding your fist up like you had a microphone in. You leaned closer and shoved your hand in his face.

He laughed, and if you actually did have a mic in your hands, the audio would have peaked from the sheer sound of it. You didn’t think your bit was that funny, but you appreciated his enthusiasm.

Spencer played into all your bits. You were always thankful for that. You were never made to feel like your joke was going to bomb. He put his mouth right up close to the ‘mic’ you were holding, and he wrapped his hand around yours like he was trying to steady the ‘microphone’ himself. You threw your head back, giddy.

“Well, Mr. Big Dick Daddy, today we have a FNAF livestream! Super excited to be here, super excited that you are here, because I know how much you hate jumpscares.”

“Alex! You fuck!” You screamed in his general direction. That was why they had laughed when you asked them what was planned.

Spencer snickered, then added a dramatic gasp. “Hey! I was the one who decided that we were playing FNAF, don’t give them all the credit!”

“The only thing I’m going to give you credit for is giving me a heart murmur at such a young age, dickwad.” You crossed your arms in defiance, then bumped shoulders with Spencer to make sure he knew you were okay. “You play, please?” You asked, timid, picking up the controller. “I’ll watch. Please?”

Spencer couldn’t deny you much. He’d proven time and again that despite the way you both spoke to each other, your best friend had a soft spot for you. He gave you a reassuring smile, grabbing the controller from your hands. Just out of frame, one of his hands landed on your knee, a sign of safety, a hint of comfort. You instantly found yourself calming down, despite knowing you were about to get wrecked in the chat for your reactions to the jumpscares.

You looked over at chat for the first time since you sat down, and a blush started forming. The monitor displaying the chat was just off to your left side, and you were able to eye it surreptitiously.

fuck they are SO cute

shayne and courtney truthers turned to spencer and y/n truthers WAKE UP!! it’s our time!!

the way she’s leaning into him goddddddddd ME AND WHO?

between the shourtney lore we’ve been getting and now these two, i’m going to explode

they act just how me and my now wife acted before we made the leap from friends to lovers. i have faith !!

The last comment stood out to you the most. So much so, that you didn’t realize you didn't answer Spencer’s question. The chat was flying, the comment you committed to memory long gone.

“Sorry, I zoned out. That Homestate was so good, I think I need a nap now.” You decided to acknowledge it while still deflecting.

Spencer chuckled. He was swapping through the cameras in the game at warp speed, click, click, click. Click, click, click. You didn’t know how he even processed what he was looking at, or for. “You didn’t even finish it, how are you this tired?”

“If I remember correctly, I was interrupted.” You shot a fiery look at him, pushing him. This was a livestream, nothing could just be cut out of it. He had to be careful. You wanted to see if he would be.

“You want to kiss me soooooo bad, Y/N.” To anyone else, that retort was normal. He’d said it to you on camera about a hundred times. Hell, he said it a few hours ago. But he was pushing back. Teetering dangerously on the line of caution.

You were trying to figure out if you should just push both of you over the edge, sending each other tumbling into madness. But you also wondered if you should pull him back by the sleeve of his stupid hoodie. “Maybe, maybe not,” was what you settled on.

Chat exploded again, you could see the feed rapidly updating in your periphery. For your own sanity, you decided not to actually try and read anything being said.

“Oh, ew!” Spencer shouted. Your look of confusion, borderline a look of hurt, sends him spiraling and he hurries to explain. “You always say something mean to me when I flirt with you, I figured I’d return the favor this time.” He ended his declaration with a wink. Spencer wasn’t being mean, he was giving you a dose of your own medicine.

Fuck the cliff, fuck any sort of ground you’ve ever stood on. You were free falling, hurtling at record speed, mere moments away from going splat! all over the comically large bullseye painted below. It was the best adrenaline rush you’d ever experienced. All-encompassing, consuming, hungry.

“Ohhhh,” you said, like you just got the joke. “Okay, let’s go again. I’m ready this time!”

Spencer continued playing the game, focus never breaking because this was everyday for you. Neither of you had an on-camera persona when you were next to each other. It was just your friendship. The things you said off-camera, you said just as loud on-camera.

You watched as his thumbs flew around on the controller, flipping through the cameras, shutting the doors. No major jumpscares yet, but the knowledge that they would come was still in the back of your mind.

His hands were nice. Not too big, his fingers stopping not far above the tips of yours when you would hold your hands up to each other’s. You were both big on physical affection, so that was often. They were extremely dextrous, watching him type on a mechanical keyboard felt near-religious. The way they sped around, key-to-key, no effort needed, no concentration, no looking at the keyboard.

He finally spoke again. “I’m waiting for you to do your line, babe.”

Spencer was on the brink of the danger zone. He didn’t call you babe on camera that often, as though he wanted to keep that for just the two of you, as often as possible. When he did, it was either a whisper – low enough the editor would have to add in an on-screen caption – or in a mocking manner like today’s Moose Master.

“Shit, sorry. Okay.” You did a few speech and breathing exercises, rapidly moving from noise to noise, just to make him laugh. “If I remember correctly, I was interrupted.”

“You want to kiss me so bad, babe. You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

Your head turned to him at Mach 1. Not necessarily because of his words, but because of how nonchalantly he spoke them. Like you didn’t have at least 5,000 eyes on you right now. Like you weren’t livestreaming, on the internet, for everyone and their fucking mother to see.

Like you weren’t having your heart ripped out on a live feed.

The universe decided to throw you a bone, but it was unfortunately in the form of a jumpscare. It had you screeching, knees pulled up to your chest in your chair, both hands suddenly gripping Spencer’s hoodie. Your heart rate was through the roof, and anything you felt a minute ago was gone, replaced only with this new strain of adrenaline and a little bit of fear.

“Fuck!” You yelled one last time, your string of expletives sure to get clipped and bleeped to death for TikTok. “Sometimes I try to play this game and I remember that literal children can play this. This shit scares me at my big age, and my little cousins are telling me all about the fucking lore like it’s fun!”

“It is fun!” Spencer cut in, defending Scott Cawthon’s honor. The game was still on the ‘game over’ screen, and he was making no moves to jump back in. He wanted to make sure you were okay to continue, and you loved him more for it. He was so thoughtful, you wanted to throw up.

“No, no, the game is fun, please don’t attack me, chat!” You said through a fit of laughter. “I like the game, I promise. I can watch Spence play it, but I can’t ever play it myself because I simply freak out at everything. It’s embarrassing!”

“It’s cute.” Spencer restarted the night, since you had lightly tapped his knee to let him know you were okay to keep going. But now that he said that, you weren’t as sure. He was going to be the death of you, and he was likely going to enjoy it. Sadist.

After a few small jumpscares, another big one came in the form of Foxy. You yelped, again, shutting your eyes and grabbing onto Spencer’s hoodie for the second time in less than twenty minutes. “I told you that you would give me an irregular heart beat, but I think you just want me to die on camera.”

“Hey,” Spencer said, voice soft and serious while not being too vulnerable. You were being watched after all. “Don’t say that.”

You kissed his cheek, deciding that nothing fucking mattered anymore. So what, you were in love with your best friend. It’s okay that he doesn’t think of you that way, because at least he’s in your life. You might as well do some fan service. Have some fun.

“Sorry, babe.” Your head found his shoulder, curled up into him. Far too intimate for a Five Nights at Freddy’s let’s play livestream, far too intimate for ‘friends’. But Spencer just readjusted to wrap his arm around you, reuniting his hand with the controller once you wiggled around a little to get comfortable. It was a tight fit, but it wasn’t a bad one. It was comfy. You’d played video games like this with Spencer before, though usually you were in a dark living room, illuminated only by the TV screen as you watched him play Fortnite or Resident Evil or as you played Stardew co-op together. Never like this, cameras and microphones and viewers. But it felt nice, that he wanted to love you so loudly, despite you just being friends.

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Ian called you into a meeting room two minutes after the livestream ended. Both of you, actually.

“Ian? What’s going on?” You asked, feeling panicked.

Ian sat down and let out a breath, contemplating his word choice. “Okay, so,” he paused, once again trying to figure out his wording. “So, I just have to ask, because I’m your boss, and because this is unfortunately a ‘business’ –” he added air quotes around the word ‘business’, which made you and Spencer chuckle, “Are the two of you in a relationship?”

You were genuinely too stunned to speak. You looked at Spencer, who was already looking at you. Because of course he was. Because of course Ian’s asking this question. Because why aren’t you dating? Why have you been wasting all these years as ‘just friends’ when you’ve both clearly been in love with each other this whole time? You finally broke the silence.

“Not that I’m aware of?” It was a cop out, but you needed to talk to Spencer one-on-one. This wasn’t a conversation to have in front of your boss. “You?”

Spencer slowly shook his head before looking at Ian once more. “Yeah, no, not as far as I know.”

Ian sighed. “And you would be one hundred percent honest if this changed?”

“Yes, Dad. If me and Spencer decide to start making out, we will ask for your consent first. Sorry, Dad.” You said, trying to ease the tension in the room. It was making you claustrophobic.

Thankfully, Ian and Spencer laughed. “Yeah, sorry Y/N’s Dad. We promise to ask you first. Please make sure you do not have Slack alerts silenced at any time.”

After some laughs, Ian stood back up and wrapped you and Spencer in a hug. Once he pulled back, he whispered, “Please tell me first so I can win the office bet.” And then, he was gone.

“Office bet?” You asked, turning to Spencer in confusion.

He shrugged, “I’m not sure.”

“Okay. Well, can you come over tonight? I think I want to talk to you about that thing from earlier. I think I’ve processed enough.” You smiled at him, baiting him in.

“Well, I was supposed to hang with Alex tonight, but they’ll understand.” Spencer grabbed your hand, linking your fingers loosely. “I’ll see you tonight, babe.”

And then you were alone.

With a lot of thinking to do.

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You had agreed that Spencer would be at your place at 9pm. It was currently 8:45pm and you were on the verge of passing out from stress. You’d been doing laps around your apartment for an hour, and you’d never been so happy to be on the bottom floor. You cannot imagine being someone’s upstair’s neighbor right now.

You paced once more, repeating the cycle. Kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom, on and on forever. Luckily, Spencer was always a little early. He knocked on your door at 8:50pm.

You rushed over, but waited a second before opening the door. You didn’t want to seem too eager. This likely was going to be an extremely emotional conversation. What if you came off desperate?

Once you had paused for what felt like a normal amount of time, you opened the door to Spencer’s beautiful smile. “Hey, babe,” he greeted.

“Hi.”

He nodded towards the entrance, “Can I… come in?”

Oh, right. You were still fully blocking the way. “Oh, sorry, of course!” You laughed, stepping to the side. “Entrée!” You were acting like a fool, but you were nervous as hell. You deserved some slack.

As he entered, you could tell he showered before coming over. You could smell his body wash and his cologne. And it… excited you. You loved the way he smelled, which is why you were constantly stealing his hoodies.

You followed him through your kitchen and into your living room, sitting down next to him on the sofa. Instinctively, you curled right up to him. Though, as soon as you actually noticed this, you pulled back and put a bit of space between the two of you. You can’t be cuddling him when you’re planning to have a heavy conversation about feelings.

Spencer cleared his throat, and you finally met his eyes. “Is everything okay?” He reached a hand out, and you graciously accepted it. You needed a little grounding right now.

Without your consent, tears started pouring out of you, but you did your best to get your words out. “Yeah. Yeah, Spence, everything is okay,” you let out a laugh, and even though it sounded sad due to your state, it was a happy laugh. “Everything is great. I just, um, I just have a question. And it might be silly, but I want you to be honest.” You were thanking the universe that you got everything out without choking. Your tears were still falling, but luckily they were mostly silent.

“Of course, Y/N. What’s up? You’re starting to scare me a bit.” His thumb was rubbing at your hand, a featherlight touch that was so comforting, you could start sobbing all over again.

“Um, Spencer, are we in love?” You were sheepish, admittedly. It was a strange question to ask, and you were terrified at what his answer could be. It seemed like any answer was going to hurt, whether it was a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’.

Spencer started blushing, and sputtered a bit before saying, “Uh, are we in love? Like you and me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re saying it like it’s impossible!” Even though that thought should hurt, a stab wound with the knife ripped out to make sure you keep bleeding, it didn’t. Because it wasn’t impossible, it was the reality, and you knew that.

“I-I mean, fuck, Y/N. Yeah, I’m definitely in love with you. I just didn’t know it was a mutual thing.” Spencer was getting teary-eyed now, and you just wanted to hold him.

So you did. You climbed into his lap, straddling him. Not in a sexual way, in a, I-need-to-be-close-to-you-right-now way. In a way that brought both of you comfort and peace. You hugged him as tight as you could. “I’m sorry, Spencer. I’m sorry it took me so long to understand.”

Spencer was hugging you just as hard, and when he laughed you felt the vibrations blossom in your chest, too. What a beautiful thing, physical touch.

“It’s okay, babe. I was okay with waiting,” Spencer was softing running his hands through your hair now. “I knew I was going to have to wait – you’re fucking oblivious.”

You pulled back with a gasp, “Hey!”

“Baby, it’s been nearly ten years. I’ve been flirting with you excessively and loudly in videos with millions of views for years.” Spencer’s eyes were shining again, and you let yourself get lost in them for a moment.

“I watch YouTube compilations of us flirting!” You blurted out, again, for some fucking reason. What the hell was going on with you today?

Spencer’s laugh was boisterous, and it shook both of you. You were laughing just as hard. “Hey, I do, too. One time someone on Twitter caught me liking a fancam of us. I’m secretly very happy likes are private now.”

“Wait, am I your girlfriend now?”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend now?”

You shook your head, “That is not how you’re asking me out, Spencer Agnew.”

He laughed, “My bad, let me start over. Y/N, baaaabe? Will you be my girlfriend? FInally? After ten agonizing years? Please?”

“Oh, my god, Spencer, that one was bad, too!” Your laughs were slightly betraying you, however.

“Baby, please, be my girl. Please?”

You broke out in a feverish blush, and put your head on his shoulder. “Yeah,” you laughed, “Yeah, I will.”

Spencer pressed a soft kiss to your head. “Sorry, what was that?”

You pulled back to look him in the eyes. You grabbed his chin with both of your hands so you could really drive your point home. “Yes, Spencer. I’ll be your girl.”

“Thank fucking god, can I kiss you now?” He was borderline panting now.

“Anytime, babe.”

And he did. He kissed you hard, and he kissed you soft. He was rough, and he was slow. He was everything, all at once, and it was dizzying and intoxicating in the best fucking way.

You weren’t sure how long you both sat there kissing, but it was well into the morning. You woke up in the middle of night, legs tangled with Spencer’s. You had both fallen asleep on your couch, and you were sprawled out across Spencer’s sleeping body. He was snoring very faintly, which was fucking adorable.

You fumbled around in the low light for your phone, checking the time. It was 2:04am. You also had a message from Ian.

I’ll have the HR forms on your desk in the morning. Love you both <3

Damn him.

You woke Spencer up after you had gotten up to pee. After a few minutes of attempting to get him to stand up, you both migrated to the bedroom. Under the covers, you both cuddled up to each other instantly. He sleepily kissed your forehead and wished you a good night. It was the most peaceful sleep of your life.

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When your alarm went off a mere four hours later, you both were tempted to ignore it. Unfortunately, you both had extremely busy days to tend to. You showed Spencer Ian’s text, which he laughed at. “I hate him.”

You snorted, “Same.” Despite this, you shot him a text.

I’ll bring my favorite pen to sign them with. We’ll be a little late this morning. Busy night :)

“Oh, don’t tell Ian that, please.” Spencer laid back against the pillow with his arm over his eyes, always the drama queen.

Ian’s reply came in, Please respect my boundaries of not discussing my employee’s sex lives. Love you both.

You laughed at his semi-contradiction. You won’t talk to your employees about personal shit but you’ll tell them you love them. Okay, Dad.

You then sat your phone down, and cuddled back up with Spencer. Just for another quick moment. “Five more minutes of this? Then we can get ready.”

“Yeah, I’ll steal something from cast wardrobe today. And I’m sure one of my hoodies is in your car.”

You gaped at the accusation, “Ugh! You don’t know that.”

“Y/N, I saw my grey Legacy hoodie in there yesterday.” He smiled at you, and you loved that he paid attention to you like this. You knew that that hoodie was in there. But it was in the backseat under a number of random items, because you were trying to conceal it. But he saw it anyway, because he sees you. And you were beyond thankful for that.

“Yeah, yeah.”

You both laid in silence, just breathing each other in. This was nice. You could get used to this. You were excited to have this part of Spencer, this side of him that’s just for you. The one that’s extremely soft and caring, but still extremely hilarious. The side that’s so understanding, so observant, so loving.

Maybe loving Spencer Agnew was the greatest gift the universe ever gave you.

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humanjarvis · 3 months ago

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punch

synopsis: caleb teaches you how to punch.

tags: fluff, high school caleb x reader (caleb's like a senior and you're a sophomore), bullying & implied revenge, tension/flirting, size difference word count: 659

a/n: this was supposed to be categorized as a drabble but i got tired of seeing smut smut smut under my caleb fics and i can do what i want. also ayeee we ballin. we fight together (is this reference outdated)

“Again.”

Caleb's command breaks through his heavy breaths, beads of sweat dripping down his face as he circles you.

The sweltering heat of the closed garage clouds your focus, causing your next jab to fall a few inches short of its bemused target. “Can’t we stop now? Or at least take a little break?” you whine. “You’ve been drilling me for over an hour.”

A few days earlier, Caleb had left school early for a doctor’s appointment, meaning you’d had to walk home alone. Seizing the rare opportunity, the meanest boys in 10th grade had followed you all the way, shouting jeers and yanking on your braids when they got close enough.

Two hours later, when Caleb had knocked on your door to ask about your day, your bloodshot eyes were still glistening with tears. Yet somehow, when you mumbled to him what’d happened, he’d been more upset than you were—he’d pressed a kiss to your forehead and gone to shut himself in his room, trembling hands clenched into fists on his way out.

The morning after, you hadn’t been able to find the bullies in class or anywhere in the halls. Your next sighting wasn't until after lunch that day, when they’d pressed themselves against the walls as you walked past.

Their matching black eyes were the first hint at what’d happened. The hastily scrawled We’re sorry note in your locker was the second.

Now, with a pitying smirk, Caleb checks the old clock on the wall. “I’ll let you take a break when you land…five hits in a row,” he decides, tilting his head. “Your record’s two so far, pipsqueak. You won’t be scarin’ anyone off like that.”

With a pout, you drop your gloved hands to rest at your sides. “Isn’t this silly, though? You have us locked away in here because you won’t even tell Gran what you’re up to. Why do I have to secretly learn how to punch when I have you to protect me?”

In the next five seconds, the same number of expressions crosses his face: shock, pride, guilt, satisfaction, and worry. “You know I’ll always protect you, pips,” he starts solemnly. “But…it’d make me feel a lot better if you at least knew how to break a guy’s jaw. That way, when I get there, I can get to work on the higher-level stuff,” he shrugs with a wink.

With a poorly suppressed giggle, you squint up at him. “And how do you know how to throw a punch, Caleb?” you ask, brow raised.

“Don’t worry about it. Now, hands up, feet apart,” he instructs, bringing his own fists up to block.

As you drag yourself back into form, wavering from fatigue, Caleb comes up behind you. Wrapping his much larger hand around your fist, he maneuvers it into the correct position. “Never tuck your thumb into your fist,” he murmurs. “If you hurt yourself tryin’ to punch someone else, I’ll have to hit ‘em twice as hard. Can’t have that.”

As his breath brushes your ear and his words sink in, you have to fight to stop the heat rising to your already sweating face. “What now?”

“Now,” he whispers as he guides you through the movements, “extend your arm straight and snap right back here. Don’t hesitate.”

Your skin tingles as you move together, and you know you have to break free from him before you embarrass yourself. Flustered, you spin around in his arms to launch a sneak attack, only to end up subdued by Caleb’s far superior strength.

With your fragile wrists trapped in his hands, he lifts a slightly arched eyebrow. “And never underestimate your opponent,” he advises, a smug lilt in his voice. “Especially if they’re the person who knows you best.”

Looking down at the closeness of your bodies, Caleb swallows thickly and releases your arms. As he circles back around you, a clear order interrupts the heady buzz in your brain.

“Again.”

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l0v3-qu4rtz · 19 days ago

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Wild West

Pairing: Cowgirl!Reader x Spencer Reid

Summary: Save a horse, ride a Federal Agent !

Disclaimers: VERY BAD COUNTRY ACCENT, silly horse riding, horse facts, super brief talk of a murder case. SMUT SMUT 18+ MDNI Dry humping, riding, piv sex, overstimulation, creampie, pet names, afterrcaree <3

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD ! i channeled all my angst and emo into this fic and i think the sex part is pretty good, does that make any sense ? Nope ! But did it work ? Yup !!! Anyway, COWBOY SPENCER !!!!!!

Spencer Reid never considered himself the spontaneous type, especially when it came to his free time. Preferring chess games in the parks against college students, reading in his apartment or spending his government money in libraries. He never fancied being an outdoorsy person, especially out in the sun, all that sweaty skin making his skin crawl. However that changed when a very beautiful and cute cowgirl made him an offer.

"No, I haven't seen anything down here. My cameras only catchin' some raccoons or deer, nothin' like murderers" You shrug as you lean against the fences lining the ranch, the agents nodding at your response and turning to walk away. "Hey.." you call out, specifically to the tall curly haired agent. "If you ever have any free time, feel free to stop by. My girls are nice, I promise" With a wink and soft giggles, the agents leave with one flustered and one with a shit eating grin on his face.

Stepping out of his car, the scent of horses strong in the air, it's slightly stinky but nothing horrible that you wouldn't expect. The dirt is dry and the air matches the feel, the wind blowing said dirt up. He squints from the sunlight hitting his face and he begins making his way onto the property. He stepped up on the wooden rickety porch and opened your very creaky screen door, the porch creaking in response under his weight. He doubts your home, seeming as its mid-day and you live on an equestrian farm. He figures you're most likely tending to them.

Still he knocked and waited. And when we didn't get an answer, he rightfully assumes his previous assumption was correct. He rounds your house to the back where he sees the back of your figure, tending to a beige horse. Your hands moved with such care and love and the wind blew your hair softly against your back. He hasn't even seen your face and he can already feel his chest tighten with excitement. You turn just at the right time to catch him walking about a foot away from your fence.

"Well look who it is, Doctor Reid" you tease as you walk closer to where he was standing on the other side of the fence.

"Wow, I'm surprised you remember my name" he's more flattered than surprised, placing his hands in his pocket.

"Well it aint often I got feds pokin and prodin around for serial killers" You tease, posting up with your hands on your hips as you both just stare at each other. Something sparking that wasn't expressed yet understood so well. You look away after a second or so "So, how about I show you around ?" He nods and enters the fence.

Hes a little wary about the horses and to combat that anxiety, he begins doing what he does best. "Did you know that horses have actually helped find several different diseases and cures, like HIV, HPV and even tumor viruses ?" He begins spewing facts about horses and ranches as he follows through the stables and around your farm.

"well aint that so ?" You reply and lean against the stable of a grulla horse, the horse poking it's head above the door and eyeing Spencer curiously. "This here is my darling angel, Rosie. She's the second horse I got when I was an older teen and she's been with me since" You introduce the horse to Spencer and pet her.

Rosie leans her head closer to Spencer, sniffing as he awkwardly greets the horse leaning back anxiously. Seeing the reaction from him, he huffs in Spencer's face and makes his hair slightly messy. You laugh at the mischievous behavior from Rosie. "I promise she's a sweetheart" you reassure him as he fixes his hair and wipes his face off.

After getting Spencer to change his converse for boots, you let him walk horses around with you before getting enough confidence and feel to actually ride them with you. Spencer tenses as the horse roams around, holding onto the horn of the saddle like it was a lifeline. You giggle as you ride next to him, telling him to relax and that Rosie won't hurt him "unless you want her to"

"I don't want her to !" Spencer responds, his tone much higher and scared than he meant it to be. You laugh at his response, turning your tobiano you were on to one side of the ranch and calling Rosie to come towards you. Hearing your call, Rosie comes prancing to you which causes Spencer to yelp and squeeze with his thighs as hard as he could out of fear of falling off. You can't help but laugh at his response, leaning forward as Spencer scolds you for laughing at him. "81% of horseback riders get injured sometimes during their life ! I have a right to be terrified !"

You roll your eyes at his geeky, anxious behavior and check the time on your watch, it's been 2 hours since you two started on the horses. "It's been 2 hours, you wanna call it ?" You ask and he responds with much glee at the suggestion. Getting off of the horse, you make quick work to get to Spencer's side to help him off the horse. It would suck if a federal agent fell off your horse and got trampled by your horse.

Back at the stables, after a nice talk and walk back, you get the horses settled into their stables. You both walk out the stable, laughing and getting to know each other slightly better. "You should've seen your face riding the horse !" You poked fun at him teasingly and he chuckled slightly embarrassed. "How was that case of yours you were with ?" You stop at the entrance when you ask him the question, crossing your arms and looking up at him.

"It went about the same as the rest of our cases, sadistic serial killer, a lot of childhood trauma that fueled a lot of his killing. Luckily we got him before he got to his 6th victim" He informs with the same glee and enthusiasm that he had with the horse facts.

You nod, pursing your lips "it's good we have handsome fellas like you protecting these lands" You smirk and raise a single brow at him. His face slightly flushes and he chuckles, stepping closer to you with his hands still in his pockets.

"You think I'm handsome ?" He asks with a low tone and you place your hands on his chest then slide them up to his shoulders. Once he feels your hands on him, he takes that as a cue to place his hands on your waist.

"I wouldn't have let just any agent on my property" you smile and he leans in, pressing his lips on yours. You reciprocate with the same slow romance before it quickly becomes rough and passionate. You both grasp and pull at each other, groaning and moaning into the kiss before you pull away and push him away softly. "Might wanna go to a spot with less eyes watching us" you tease and upon realizing what you mean, he agrees.

Not even three feet into the back door and you two are back to passion. With him, quickly undoing his buttons and you mirror his actions. You both toss the shirts in the dinning room and quickly make your way to the living room. You make quick on undoing your buckle and unzipping your pants after you push Spencer down onto your worn-in couch. Stepping out of your boots and jeans, you would've worn a matching bra and panties if you knew you would have such a wild guest but Spencer sure as hell isn't complaining. You climb onto his lap and flip your hair away from your face before going down to kiss him again.

Spencer's hands begin to develop a mind of their own as they wander the back of your body. Trailing down your back and gripping your ass, causing you to gasp into the kiss. The kiss quickly gets sloppy as you begin rocking your lips. You both pull away to release some blocked moans and groans, Spencer gripping your thighs as you dry hump him. "That's it baby" he softly praises you. You throw your head back as your hips gain speed and before you can start going even faster, his hands stop you.

You whine and lean against him, your hands trailing down his upper arms. "i need you, I wanna ride you" you softly beg practically in his ear.

"you like riding huh ?" He teases as you lean back to let him slide his jeans off just enough to reveal his boxers, and then his cock. You feel your cunt water just at the sight of it, already imagining how it's gonna feel deep inside you. You undo the clips of your bra and toss it just as you did with your shirt earlier. Spencer moans at the sight and his cock pulses against his tummy. He slides his hands from your waist up the front of your stomach to your boobs, letting his hands feel them. You mewl at the feeling, grabbing at his wrist as he massages your boobs.

"I wanna see your face as you ride me, baby" he speaks in a low tone. You bite your lip in response and sit up to move your panties to the side. Grabbing his cock, you begin to stroke it causing him to groan and throw his head back against the couch. You line him up with your entrance and connecting your lips with his, you start sitting down. As soon as you feel the stretch, you pull away and gasp out small moans. Balancing yourself with your hands on his shoulder, you slowly sink down til hes all the way inside you. You both haven't started and are already a moaning mess.

"oh my.." you gasp out, sitting still before sitting up and sinking back down. You gasp out sharp breaths and tiny moans as you start off slow. Spencer's hands grip your hips as you move up and down, matching your moans with each movement. Praises and expletives spilling out as you gain speed and as you ride him faster, the louder you both become. Thank god you don't have neighbors for hours because they won't be extremely uncomfortable and probably upset.

"Hon- ah..Honey, I'm so close- ah.." you manage between moans as you feel a heat pooling in your stomach. Spencer cups the peak of your ass as your rhythm becomes faster and almost animalistic in pursuit of your climax.

"Yea baby ? Go ahead, cum for me" He encourages and that's what pushes you to finish. You sink down, your legs shaking and your entire body heating up as you feel the wave hit you. The sweet, euphoric wave that makes your back arch and you cry out. Spencer grips your ass as you finish and squeeze around him. "Just a little more, okay ?" He softly asked before he began thrusting up into you, making you moan even louder. The overstimulation makes your mind spin and you swore you saw the pearly gates.

"Yes, Spencer ! Oh my god !" You cry out and he slams up into you, filling you. His hips shutters against you before you both collapse. You lay against him, breathing heavy as the heat wears off and your skin finally reacts to the cool ac in the room. He wraps his arms around you, checking your face. "Are you okay ?" He asks softly, through labored breathing.

"yea.." you breathe out, nodding before snuggling closer. He keeps his arms wrapped around you for only a moment before lifting your body to take himself out of you. Mixed cum dripping out of you, making you whimper as you feel it drip down onto his jeans and couch.

"i got you, it's okay" he softly comforts you before laying you down next to him, he tucks himself in his jeans and stands up. "Let me clean you up" he pecks your lips before hurrying off to your kitchen. Yup, this isn't gonna be the only time this hot ass fed rides your horses and there's definitely gonna be even more riding later on.

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worth the wait [part two]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count: 4.7k

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2017 - Colorado Springs, Colorado

1 year ago

Azzi is taking a long pull from her water bottle when she feels a warmth behind her. Paige doesn’t touch her, not yet, but still, Azzi feels dizzy from the proximity of her presence.

“Hey.” Paige bends down a little, mouth almost brushing the shell of her ear. Azzi shivers. “Meet me after dinner in the conference room.”

“Conference room?” Azzi repeats, barely able to register what the older girl is saying when her hands are now lightly touching the small of her back.

“At the hotel.” Azzi doesn’t know why Paige is even talking to her, much less asking to rendezvous late at night. They’ve only had a couple conversations since Paige had flirted with her in the bathroom the first day of tryouts, all of them brief and in passing. But she’d be lying if she said that Paige hasn’t been on her mind all week. The older girl is hard to miss in the gym; she’s a natural show-off on the court, her flashy style of play begging for everyone to stop and look at her. But off the court, the way she walks around with a kind of quiet confidence beyond her age? There’s no other word to describe Azzi but fascinated.

When Azzi doesn’t respond, Paige tilts her head and tugs lightly at her shirt sleeve. “You’ll be there?” she asks hopefully, eyes eager.

Azzi ducks her head, hoping to hide the blush she know is spreading across her cheeks. “I’ll be there,” she affirms quietly.

“Alright,” Paige says, a wide smile overtaking her face. “Just me and you, yeah?”

Azzi can only nod before Paige is called away. The blonde doesn’t break eye contact, walking backwards and sending a little wink. Azzi’s chest tightens. She wonders if Paige feels it too—the way it feels like everyone else disappears when they make eye contact, the sparks in her tummy whenever they touch. She doesn’t quite know what it means yet, but she really hope she does too.

“She wants to do what?” Jordan, who’d been lying on the bed and throwing a plastic basketball in the air, suddenly sits up.

“Meet after dinner. Just us.” Azzi’s too giddy to notice the look that Sam and Jordan exchange.

“How long have you known her for?” Sam asks gently.

“Just this week.” Azzi buries her face into her pillow, hiding the stupid grin on her face. “We met on the first day of tryouts.”

“Az.” Sam moves closer, sympathy written across her face. “I’ve known Paige for a couple of years now, and she’s….” Sam goes quiet, searching for the right word.

“Flaky? A flirt?” Jordan cuts in, always one to be blunt.

“She’s not a bad person,” Sam defends. “She’s my friend. But I’ve seen her with a lot of different girls, and I don’t know.” She throws an affectionate arm around Azzi’s shoulders and pulls her in tight. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“So?” Azzi shrugs, choosing to give the blonde the benefit of the doubt. “I don’t have a crush on her or anything, and besides, she’s friends with a lot of people.” She thinks it’s sorta silly her friends think she wants something more with Paige. Yeah, the older girl is pretty, and definitely attractive, but Azzi’s only ever liked boys. All she wants to do is get to know Paige a little better, to unpack the mystery that everyone seems to know, to uncover a little bit just for herself.

Azzi walks to the conference room as soon as she finishes eating, her steps light. There’s a lot of doors, and she opens each one until she finds the room with the long table and plastic chairs. Settling into one of them, she waits patiently.

And patiently. When ten minutes go by, she shifts in her seat. Her butt is starting to hurt from the cold, hard, metal, but Paige isn’t exactly known for being timely. So she keeps waiting. She’s not too worried yet.

Thirty minutes pass when she starts to pace around the room, trying to shake some feeling back into her legs. Her heart pounds, no longer in anticipation, but in an uncomfortable sort of dread that rots in her stomach, slow and sinking.

Azzi doesn’t let herself sit in the room for an hour. It’s fifty-one minutes before she gives into the sting of rejection and forces herself to stand up.

She passes by the gym on the way up, and seeing a flicker of movement, looks a little closer. There’s a familiar flash of blonde hair, and an audible trace of a laugh that’s even more familiar.

She squints through the window. Paige, on the bench, dumbbells forgotten at her feet as she smiles at a girl. The girl says something, and Paige laughs even harder. Something aches, first to her nose, where it burns, then her throat, where it’s hard to breathe, and then to her stomach, where it feels like falling down the first dip of the rollercoaster, but this time, there’s no one to catch her. No brakes to stop this nasty feeling that makes her want to curl up into a ball and cry.

Eyes burning, Azzi flees up the stairs. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She’s too hurt to take the time to ask herself why she feels this way. All she knows is that Paige had stood her up, Paige had been out there, flirting with and touching another girl while Azzi had waited in the conference room for damn near an hour, alone. Goddamn you, Paige Bueckers.

1 year later

2018 - Minsk, Belarus

“Look at you two,” Amy coos, a hand placed over her heart. It’s easy to see where Paige gets her air for drama from, Azzi thinks. “Already sharing clothes and everything.” Paige stiffens beside her, but thankfully doesn’t say anything incriminating, and Azzi breathes out a slow exhale of relief.

Their parents exchange pleasantries, acting as if they hadn’t just spent three hours in the bleachers plotting over their daughters under the guise of watching their game. Azzi and Paige and her siblings stand around in an awkward circle, the younger ones sizing Azzi up like she’s an alien. It’s only now that Azzi wishes her little brothers had come along for the trip. They’re with her grandparents in Minnesota right now, and she misses her best friends.

Reluctantly, Paige breaks the silence by gesturing to her siblings. “Uh, this is my little brother, Drew, and my other brother, Ryan. And this is Lauren.”

Azzi waits for Paige to introduce her name, but the blonde merely pulls out her phone and starts scrolling, a bored expression on her face. She has a mind to slap her, but then she looks at Paige’s siblings and is overcome with cuteness aggression. Optimistic by their sweet faces that they’re nothing like their demon spawn of a sister, she bends down to their height. “Hey guys,” she says softly, “I’m Azzi, Paige’s teammate. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“I knew that,” Lauren responds. She can’t be more than eight, and her eyes are bright and oddly similar to Paige’s. “You’re the really good one.” Her smile is crooked and infectious, and Azzi can’t help but smile in return.

“You could say that,” Azzi replies teasingly, at the same time Paige mutters under her breath, “Not as good as me.”

Azzi casts Paige a look that says Seriously? and to her surprise, the older girl tucks her phone away and starts to pay attention. “Jokes,” Paige backtracks, plastering on a smile that resembles more of a grimace. Then she ruffles Ryan’s hair, and her demeanor completely changes; the look in her eyes is something akin to awe as she picks up Drew and squeezes him and does the same thing with Lauren. “How was your day?”

Lauren and Ryan begin to tell a story about how they got lost downtown earlier that day, voices slowly rising as they try to speak over the other, and Paige is wholly attentive, nodding along and asking questions as if it’s the most interesting thing she’s ever heard. By the way her little siblings fight for her attention, Azzi can tell they absolutely adore her. It’s a side to the older girl that Azzi has never seen before, and she doesn’t realize she’s staring until she feels a hard poke in her side.

Looking down, she’s surprised to see Drew, who had seemed more occupied with his toy dinosaur than paying attention to the antics of his older siblings. “Hi,” he says simply, big brown eyes blinking up at her, and when Azzi really looks at him, a carbon copy of Paige, she’s surprised by how strong the genes run in the family.

“Hey there,” she says, a smile forming on her lips when the little boy raises his arms. Scooping him up and settling him on her hip, she gives him a little tickle, and he giggles. “You must be Drew.”

“I am,” he says proudly. His eyebrows suddenly furrow as he pokes Azzi’s cheek. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” Azzi touches her face, wondering if there’s still chocolate from her binging session earlier. It would just be like Paige to see food on her face and not tell her.

“The hole.” Drew pokes at her cheek again when Paige suddenly cuts in.

“That’s a dimple, Drewski.” Paige reaches for her brother, who climbs out of Azzi’s arms begrudgingly and into his sister’s.

“You tryna steal my siblings?” Paige grumbles, but there’s less animosity in her tone than usual.

“I’m surprised these sweet little angels are related to you,” Azzi whispers at a volume only audible to Paige. Cooing, she squeezes Drew’s cheek as he looks at her, starry eyed. “She’s pretty, Paigey,” Drew giggles, reaching to poke her dimple again, and Azzi beams.

Teeth nibbling on her bottom lip, Paige shakes her head. “You don’t think she’s pretty?” Drew questions, and oh, Paige is going to murder her little brother. Her eyes flick up to meet Azzi’s, about to make a ridiculous joke, but then her brain short circuits as she realizes how long Azzi’s lashes are as they flutter, and how pretty her dimpled smile is, and she stutters. Paige Bueckers is stuttering, and she’s about ready to leave and jump off the roof of the building when her parents thankfully call them over. Clutching Drew tight, Paige’s mouth forms a thin line as she marches away, and Azzi stares after her, confused. Confident, cocky Paige had turned into a stammering mess right in front of her. She smiles to herself. Oh, she’s never gonna let this go.

“I love that you guys have become friends,” Amy says as they begin to dig into their food. “Ever since I watched you two on the court together last year, I’ve been meaning to get to know your family! Azzi, you seem like such a sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” Azzi mumbles into her food. Paige chews her food bitterly, wondering how the hell Azzi’s fooled everyone into thinking she’s a sweetheart when she’s more of an iceberg.

“It’s been so nice seeing Azzi get out of her shell,” Tim adds in. “Last year she played for the high school team as an eighth grader and she really struggled to make friends on the team.” He runs her shoulder fondly. “We’re really proud of how she’s adjusted.”

“You didn’t have to say that,” Azzi says quietly, fork dropping onto her plate. Paige looks up, noting the sudden tension as her eyes flick between Azzi and her parents.

“Az, come on, he didn’t mean it like that,” Katie says softly.

“Well, you still said it.” Azzi gets up suddenly, her cloth napkin falling to the floor in a lump. Staring fixated at the floor, she says shakily, “I gotta use the bathroom. Don’t follow me,” before she’s gone.

The table is stunned. Amy’s eyes dart to her, and she cocks her head meaningfully. Right. Paige rises, brushing her hands on her thighs. “Uh, I should go check on her.” She clears her throat. “Excuse me.” As she follows after Azzi, she wonders if this a bad idea. She’s pretty sure she’s the last person the younger girl would want to see in this situation, but she can’t really back out now, not with two sets of parents eyeing her path to the bathroom.

When she enters the bathroom, Azzi is leaning against the sink, hands gripping the marbled counter as if she’ll fall if she lets go.

“Yo.” Paige stands tentatively behind her, unsure of what to do. “You good?”

“I’m fine.” Azzi scrubs angrily at her eyes. They’re already irritated and bloodshot, and Paige has half a mind to tell her that rubbing them will only make it worse. “Didn’t mean to make a scene.”

“Well, you kinda did.”

Azzi laughs, and it’s dry and flat and not at all humorous but Paige moves closer, taking it as a good sign. “Didn’t I say not to follow me?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t really listen to you.” Paige has never been great around crying people, especially with those she can’t even be nice to when they aren’t crying. So sue her if she sticks with what she knows best.

“So you’re just here to do your usual job of annoying me?”

“Yeah, but I’m doing it compassionately this time.” Paige nudges her. “Call it growth or whatever.”

Azzi looks up at the ceiling, trying to blink away her tears. “You suck at comforting people.”

“That wasn’t really my goal.” Paige leans against the wall, arms folded, eyes serious. “It was weirdly satisfying seeing you not have your shit together for once, and well. How could I pass up the opportunity?”

That puts a scowl on Azzi’s mouth. “If you’re gonna make me feel worse, just leave, Paige.”

The older girl sighs. “Alright, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just—you’re always so composed, so mature, so perfect. It’s nice to know for once that you’re human, just like the rest of us.”

Azzi is quiet for a beat before she admits softly, “It’s a shitty feeling.” She looks down at her hands. “When your parents think you’re a loser who can’t make friends.”

Paige tilts her head.

“I can make friends,” she says, almost to herself. “Just cuz I’m not outgoing doesn’t mean I’m a loner. They can’t seem to get that, though.”

“Can’t read the room, either,” Paige jokes, and Azzi smiles a little at that. Then they fall silent, both unsure of what to say.

“You know it’s okay, right?” Paige presses. “To let yourself fall apart every once in a while.” She says this harshly, tone grating against Azzi’s ears, but they don’t take away from the kindness in her words. Before Paige can stop herself, her thumb swipes across her cheek, wiping away a tear, lingering as if she’s scared Azzi will break as soon as she pulls away. They stay like that for a moment, tension hanging so thick between them it’s almost palpable, so close that Paige can feel Azzi’s breath fan warmly over her cheeks, until Azzi shifts, causing Paige’s hand to fall back to her side.

Azzi can felt her heart pound in her ears, blood rushing headily to her cheeks. Paige stuffs her hands into her pockets, trying to clear the awkwardness. She hadn’t meant for the moment to be so tender. She hadn’t meant to be soft towards someone who’d always iced her out. But her body had inexplicably betrayed her, viscerally reacting to seeing Azzi cry as if it had hurt her, too. “Just don’t take too long in here.” Paige mumbles finally. “Lauren’s getting antsy. Wants to go home and play Roblox.”

Azzi laughs a little at that. She looks in the mirror and starts to fix herself up. “Yeah, whatever. Tell them I’ll be back in a second.”

Paige nods and leaves. When the door swings shut behind her, she takes a moment to lean against it, metal and brick cold against her hands. God. What was she doing?

Dinner passes, albeit a little awkwardly. When they’re about to leave, Drew runs over and throws his arm around Azzi’s legs. “It was nice meeting you, buddy,” she laughs, wrapping her arms around him and holding his little body tight.

“Can we hang out again?” he says eagerly.

“Yeah, maybe,” Azzi responds, unsure that Paige would take kindly to her and her little brother spending time together. But she’s not about to break his little heart, so she ruffles his hair and promises, “I’ll see you, okay?” and the smile on his face is worth it.

“Okay.” Drew looks around before tugging her hand. “I gotta tell you a secret.”

“What’s that?”

“Paigey definitely thinks you’re pretty too.” Drew smirks. “She was staring at you all night.”

Azzi doesn’t really know what to do with that information, and despite the fact that she knows that Drew is barely five and probably doesn’t even know what he’s talking about, her stomach flips all the same, and all she can say is a pathetic “Oh.”

༉‧₊˚✧

Azzi’s lacing up her shoes when Hailey approaches her. “Hey, Azzi.”

Azzi nods at her, unsure of what she wants. They aren’t exactly friends, per se, their exchanges only consisting of asking to borrow a hair tie or complimenting a good shot, but they’ve always been cordial. Hailey takes a seat next to her, starting to work on exchanging her slides for sneakers.

“You okay?” When Azzi raises an eyebrow, Hailey continues, “You’ve been a little off lately. Not really just today, but since we got to Belarus.” She pauses. “So I just wanted to ask if you need anything.”

Azzi removed one of her earbuds, even more confused. “What?”

“I meant—Paige said you’ve had a rough time lately. That it’s been hard for you, socially and all. I dunno.” Hailey’s voice becomes more and more unsure as the look on Azzi’s face darkens. “But uh, it’s cool that you two are tight now,” she trails off.

“Paige told you that?”

Hailey swallows, hands faltering on her own laces. “Yeah? I’m sure she didn’t mean anything bad by it—“

Azzi doesn’t respond. She finishes tying her shoe with a tight, overly aggressive pull. “I’m fine,” she grits out, standing up. “And just so you know, me and Paige aren’t tight.” She slings her backpack over her shoulder. “We aren’t anything.”

Paige is enveloped in darkness when she hears the loud slam of the locker room door. Wrestling the rest of her shirt over her head, her head finally finds and slips through the collared hole, and she yelps in surprise when she finds Azzi’s face a mere few inches from hers. Eyebrows scrunched up and pouty lips downturned, the younger girl looks more like an angry teddy bear than anything, and Paige bites back a laugh. “If this is about my socks being on your bed, I—”

“You told them I’m lonely?” Azzi interrupts.

Paige takes a step back, but Azzi only follows. “Azzi, what?”

She moves forward, rough hands pushing Paige against the locker. “Hailey said that you told her I’ve been having a hard time. Like I’m a fucking charity case.”

“Aight, first of all, that’s not what I said.” Paige swats Azzi’s hands away from her, trying to ignore how warm her touch was. “Second of all, what the hell?”

“I open up for one fucking second and you’re already blabbering away.” Azzi spits out, and Paige has been on the receiving end of Azzi’s annoyance and exasperation and impatience, plenty of times, but this is the first time Azzi has been really, truly angry, and honestly, it’s quite scary.

“I didn’t say anything the rest of the team doesn’t already know! What, you think no one else has noticed that you’re introverted?” She sounds high-pitched and off-kilter, completely affected. “Hate to break it to you, but you’re not better than the rest of us because you keep to yourself, Fudd.”

“I didn’t ask for your help last night, Paige.” Azzi turns away, but not quick enough for Paige to miss the way her eyes glisten, wet with unshed tears. “Or your pity.”

“I wasn’t trying to pity you,” the older girl says. “I was trying not to be a total jackass for once.” She shakes her head. “Big mistake.”

“It’s just like you to do that.” There’s a sort of quiet fury radiating off the dark haired girl now, and Paige doesn’t really know how to deal with that. “To wipe my tears, play savior, then go around bragging to everyone that you finally got through to me.”

“Jesus, you really think I’d do that? That I’d use what you told me just to score points?” She sounds more shrilly than she’d intended, so she takes a beat to calm herself down. “Honestly, I shouldn’t even be surprised. You’ve always been set out to think the worst of me.”

Azzi shakes her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m unbelievable? I’m not the one who heard one comment out of context and decides I’m a bitch with a savior complex.”

“That doesn’t sound too far off,” Azzi scoffs.

��You wanna know what I actually said? Instead of accusing me for shit I would never do?” When Azzi remains silent, Paige steps forward, trying to ignore the sweat still beading on the younger girl’s collarbone, the rise and fall of her chest, the sharpness of her uplifted jaw. “All I said is that you’ve been keeping to yourself lately. I didn’t say shit about anything else.” Her finger jabs into Azzi’s chest, sending her stumbling back.

An angry huff leaves Azzi’s mouth. “You’re still the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.”

“At least I’m not the coldest.” Paige responds sharply. “At least I’m not afraid to feel something, or let someone in every once in a while.”

“Feeling something is different from begging for others’ attention.” She flicks her eyes. “I don’t have to be the loudest person in the room to feel like I belong.” The words hang in the room, sharp and unfiltered, targeted, and Paige flinches.

There’s silence between them, suffocating silence, and Azzi sits down on the bench, head dropping in her hands.

Paige turns her back, pretending to rummage through her locker, pretending to be busy, pretending to be unaffected, pretending that those words hadn’t stung, hadn’t hit home. But god, she’s always pretending when it comes to Azzi, and she’s so fucking sick of it. “You know I didn’t tell them, right?” Her question comes out soft, aching, so quiet she thinks Azzi couldn’t have heard her.

“Yeah.” A strangled sound. “I know.”

Paige turns around. Azzi’s eyes are closed, head tipped against the wall as her hands hang limply, helplessly in her lap. She looks defeated, exhausted, like the world has taken too much from her. The furrow in the space between her brows that never seems to go away is more pronounced than usual, as if it’s etched into her skin now. Paige swallows at the sight, and her legs begin moving on their own accord, taking steps until she’s standing between Azzi’s legs. Azzi’s eyes flicker open, and she shifts subtly, spreading her legs ever so slightly to let Paige stay. Paige is so close she can hear, can see her breathing—and the fact that it changes from slow, deep breaths into uneven, shallow, pants. “Then why are you still acting like you hate me?” Paige murmurs, head tilted, eyes searching for a question even she doesn’t know the answer to.

“You make it hard not to.”

A knot forms in her throat. “Then stop letting me in.”

Azzi snorts. “I’m not.” The way she says it, so dismissive and snide, when it’s the complete opposite of the truth, has Paige clenching her fists.

“You won’t get anywhere by shutting people out.”

“I don’t want anywhere,” Azzi says, voice low and scratchy. Her eyes open, meeting Paige’s in a piercing stare. “Not with you.”

Paige shrugs, half in disbelief, half in exasperated surrender. Steps away. Returns back to her locker, turning her back once again. “If that’s what makes you feel better, then keep lying to yourself, Azzi.”

༉‧₊˚✧

“You good?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” Azzi says. Sam looks taken aback by her sudden sharpness, and she sighs. She hasn’t meant to be so harsh, especially not when her closest friend in the team, who’s been there for her through everything. “Sorry,” she apologizes. “Been a long day, but yeah, I’m fine.”

“Alrighttttt.” Sam says hesitantly, clearly not believing her. “Cuz everyone heard y’all fighting in the locker room.”

Azzi’s head snaps towards her. “You heard what we said?”

“Nah, couldn’t decipher it. Believe me, we tried,” Sam snickers. “Just heard a lot of yelling.”

Azzi sighs, stepping aside to let her friend board the bus first. “Whatever. I’m over it.”

“Well, if you’re so over it…” Sam plops down in the seat next to Jordan. “You won’t mind if I sit here?”

“Why would I mind-,” Azzi looks up, giving the bus a quick scan and internally groaning when she realizes the only empty seat left is next to Paige. “You actually suck.”

“Have fun,” Sam giggles.

She hovers over Paige, who’s watching a movie intently on her phone, a little awkwardly. She flicks the older girl in the head. “Move,” she demands.

Paige pauses whatever she’s watching and looks up, not bothering to hide the disgust on her face when she registers who she’s talking to. “You sitting next to me?” she asks, shifting her backpack to take up the empty seat, as if Azzi can’t see with her own two eyes that it’s unoccupied.

“I’m sure as hell not sitting on the ground for three hours.”

Paige crosses her arms. “I kinda got my stuff, here, so.”

Azzi reaches over and plucks the background before dropping it very indelicately on the ground. “Not anymore.”

Muttering under her breath, Paige sidles over to the window seat. Azzi sits down, purposefully jabbing her elbow into the older girl’s rib her as she settles in.

Paige turns her movie back on, but she can’t really focus when Azzi keeps shifting next to her. “Yo, can you stop moving?”

“I wouldn’t need to move if you’d stop manspreading,” Azzi returns, knocking her knee against Paige’s in an effort to steal more space. It sorta backfires, though, because Paige’s leg is weirdly warm and soft against her own, and for some reason it kinda makes it hard for Azzi to think clearly.

They’re an hour in when Paige’s phone dies. It’s not really a surprise, since she’s been on it the entire afternoon, but then she realizes she left her charger in her suitcase, which is currently beneath her in the undercarriage of the bus, and now she has nothing to do.

“Hey.” She taps Azzi on the shoulder, who pointedly ignores her as she keeps typing on her phone. “Fudd.”

Azzi finally turns to look at her. “You got an extra charger? My phone’s out.” She only gets a shake of the head before Azzi returns her attention back to texting, and Paige groans, slamming her head back against the seat.

Time ticks by in a slow haze, and Paige can only stare at half dead vegetation and the occasional horse for only so long until she’s losing her mind.

“You got games on your phone?” She asks hopefully. Maybe Azzi will have Subway Surfers or Geometry Dash or something of that kind. Maybe she’ll even let her get a turn. But Azzi only glares at her before physically turning her back and facing the aisle.

She takes out a couple of pencils and begins to drum on the foldout table in front of her. She’s getting into the groove, creating a pretty sick beat, before her pencils are taken from her. She watches, mouth agape, as Azzi tosses them into the trash bin across the aisle without even giving her a glance.

“Those pencils cost money,” she interjects, but Azzi only rolls her eyes. It’s starting to piss Paige off that Azzi refuses to even speak a word to her, so she spends the next half hour being as annoying as possible, loudly smacking her gum and manspreading and playing with the cap of her water bottle. Unfortunately, Azzi remains silent, only giving Paige little glares. “You’re really committed to the whole silent treatment thing, huh?” Paige asks once Azzi tosses her phone in her backpack and reclines her seat, clearly ready to take a nap.

“I'm trying to enjoy the one peaceful moment I get when you're not talking.” Azzi says, and Paige turns around, surprised she got a response this time. Azzi doesn’t open her eyes, giving Paige the opportunity to really look at her. It’s not something she allows herself to do often, half because Azzi would look at her even more weirdly if she did, half because it always creates this funky sort of feeling in her that makes her nervous and hyper all at once.

Azzi opens her eyes suddenly, and Paige quickly curls into the window, trying to play it as nonchalant as possible. “Were you staring at me?”

“No.” Paige responds too quickly.

“I opened my eyes and you were basically on top of me.”

Paige looks out the glass. Suddenly the half dead vegetation doesn’t look so boring after all. “Well, I wasn’t staring.”

“You’re annoying and you’re creepy.” Azzi fixes her neck pillow around her head and relaxes back into her seat once again. For some reason, Paige’s eyes revert back to trace down the slope of her nose, the sharpness of her cheekbones, the thickness of her full black lashes. There’s something about the way sun lights up the younger girl’s features, the way she’s so effortlessly and achingly beautiful, that makes Paige want to reach out and touch her, to make sure she’s real, to make sure— “Definitely staring at me.” Paige’s stare flicks up from pouty lips to smug brown eyes that are open. Wide open. And looking at her.

“Whatever,” she says, unable to formulate a witty response. Nice going, she thinks to herself. This time, she turns away and really does focus on the passing scenery, and it’s not long before she starts to nod off.

༉‧₊˚✧

Azzi wakes up to soft blonde hair and the scent of strawberries. She nestles in closer, the warmth calling to her, before she realizes who exactly she’s lying on and immediately jerks away.

Paige looks at her, unfazed. “Morning, princess,” she says, her voice a little scratchy from sleep, and Azzi flushes.

“How long was I—” she gestures to Paige’s shoulder.

“Cuddling me like a toy and and talking in your sleep?” Paige’s smirk is so self-satisfied that Azzi wants to grab her from the shoulders and shake her. “Only for an hour.”

Azzi leans away, as if creating distance will erase the fact that she just spent half the car ride sleeping on the blonde. “Well, you’re really bony,” she lies.

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty comfortable,” Paige grins. Honestly, it’d only been forty minutes of Azzi treating her like her own personal pillow, but it was funny seeing Azzi getting all flustered. She’d known because she’d been asleep for the first twenty, then woken up to a weight on her shoulder, a soft cheek on her bare shoulder. Frozen, she’d almost shook the younger girl awake before deciding against it. It had been a record for Paige, staying still for the twenty minutes after, trying not to wake the younger girl. But the frantic look on Azzi’s face when she’d woken up had made it all worth it.

“You weren’t,” Azzi says. “Worst sleep of my life.”

Paige snorts, not buying a word the younger girl says. “You drool when you sleep.”

Azzi blushes fiercely this time, crimson spreading across her face, and Paige is caught off guard by how much she likes it.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #paige x azzi #paige bueckers x azzi fudd #fic

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ミロティック ─ MIROTIC ❘❙❚ BY YU JIMIN

PAIR ࿐ fem! reader x yu jimin. GENRE ࿐ pure smut, short drabble. WARNINGS ࿐ kissing, fluff, slightly drunk sex, praise kink, sex in pool. SYNOPSIS ࿐ it's your birthday, which is why your girlfriend has done everything to make this day memorable for you for a long time.

The warm water hugged your skin, sparkled in the sun, and broke into small waves. You swam lazily along the edge of the pool, feeling the salty wind from the ocean caress your face.

The house behind you — luxurious, snow-white, with wide panoramic windows — seemed like part of a dream, as unreal as everything that was happening.

"Well, aren't you frozen there?" – A familiar voice rang out.

You turned around. Karina was standing on the steps by the pool, barefoot, wearing a black translucent cape over her swimsuit, her hair, slightly disheveled by the air, fell in soft waves on her shoulders. She smiled at you with that special, slightly lazy and sleepy smile of hers that always took your breath away.

"The water is great!” you laughed and, clasping your hands, called out to her: "Come here!"

Karina shook her head, as if surprised by your recklessness.

"I haven’t even made the cocktail yet," she replied with a soft laugh, heading towards a small bar by the pool, filled with bottles and fruits in the basket, "your birthday is your holiday, so today I am your personal bartender."

You smirked, propping yourself up on your elbows, leaning over the edge of the pool, watching her thin cape flutter in the wind, outlining the curves of her body.

"Then do something... explosive," you teased.

Karina nodded, pulling pieces of ice out of the bucket, all with that easy, lazy grace that made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

"As you say," she grinned, glancing over her shoulder at you. "Just a warning: I won't be responsible for you later."

You leaned back into the water, feeling happiness spread through your body, dissolving in the warmth, salty air and the light scent of ocean that permeated the air around you.

You lazily spun in the water, watching her deftly mix juices and generously splash something into the shaker. Her skin shone in the sun, and the dark fabric of her cape occasionally clung to her figure, making you smile. She moved so slowly on purpose - you knew.

"Maybe you should come to me after all?" you couldn’t resist, calling her to you again.

Karina raised an eyebrow, smiling slyly:

“Or maybe you’re coming to me?” She coquettishly leaned her hip on the edge of the bar, teasingly.

You laughed, took a couple of lazy strokes and swam to the edge, throwing your head back.

“It’s too dangerous to get closer to you,” you winked. “There’s you, cocktails and really bad ideas in my head, you know.”

"You make it sound like it’s a bad thing," she chuckled, shaking the shaker with a dull thud of ice.

While she was distracted by drinks, you allowed yourself to think for a second: it would be nice to do something more tonight. It all seemed like a warm and cozy continuation of today's carefree day. You bit your lip, thinking about who you'd like to see.

You raised your head:

"What if we throw a little party? Invite all of our friends? Beach, pool, cocktails..."

Karina, mixing a cocktail in a glass, cast a narrowed glance at you:

"Oh, you want some noise here?" she said with feigned seriousness. "I just booked a romantic weekend for us, and you're already talking about crowds?"

You chuckled.

"Well... first the romance, then the crowds. Everything according to schedule, you know?"

"Okay, silly girl, let's drink to your crazy ideas," she handed you one glass. "And hold off on this idea at least until the evening so that I have time to be alone with you."

You took the glass, feeling her fingers slide over yours a little longer than necessary. Something warmed pleasantly inside you.

"Deal," you smiled and, lightly touching her elbow with wet fingers, added: "But you’ll still complain later that I’m too good a party hostess."

Karina laughed, stepping back, still not taking her eyes off you.

“With you, I prepare for everything in advance, birthday girl,” she threw over her shoulder and headed back to the bar, with the clear intention of preparing something even more insidious.

Karina was taking her time going through the bottles on the bar. You dipped your head into the water again, letting yourself disappear into the lightness-and then, when you surfaced, you swam closer to the edge.

"If we do have a party," you began, shaking the drops off your face, "do you promise not to scare the guests with your “special” cocktails?"

Karina smiled slyly, not even turning around:

"I think they should be prepared for a challenge if they want to get into our celebration."

You snorted:

"It's like they're signing up for the army."

Karina slowly turned to you, holding two new glasses. She was the embodiment of guile and innocence at the same time.

"No, worse," she whispered, coming closer. "They sign up to be hostages to my mood."

You laughed, unable to help yourself.

Karina handed you a new cocktail and settled herself on a poolside lounger, throwing one leg over the other. Her light cape slid over your skin, leaving glistening trails of sunlight on her tanned shoulders.

Yu handed you a new cocktail and settled on a poolside lounger with one leg over the other. Her light cape slid over your skin, leaving glistening trails of sunlight on her tanned shoulders.

"Okay, let's say it's a party," she nodded, taking a sip and curving her lips at the strength of the drink. "Who's on your list? Just don't call out Minji and her crazy games. I still remember the ‘bottle’ last New Year's Eve."

"And I still remember who won," you squinted at her meaningfully.

She smirked, interlocking her fingers behind her head.

"It's not my fault I'm irresistible," she sighed theatrically, "this is karma."

You sprinkled water on her, laughing, and Karina shrieked and jumped back, knocking the glass to the floor-but luckily she caught it on the fly. The scene looked so ridiculous and beautiful that you almost choked with laughter.

"That's it, now I'm definitely crossing you off the party hosting list," you said through your laughter.

"Then I'll take over the music playlist," Karina didn't give up. "And I promise that on this night you'll dance until morning."

You leaned against the edge of the pool, crossing your arms.

She stretched out on the chaise longue, lazily running her finger along the rim of her glass. She was silent for a second, then suddenly tilted her head to the side, looking at you slightly narrowed, with that lazy, dangerous smile that you were already beginning to recognize by taste. "Hey, mermaid," she drawled. "Come out to me."

You threw up an eyebrow, with a slight suspicion studying her:

"For what purpose?"

Karina fake portrayed innocence, bringing her hand to the heart: "Because of my sincere love for you, of course. Your shoulders are already beginning to repose."

She leaned toward the small table near the chaise longue and pulled out a tanning cream tube from there, shook them in the air.

"I want to save you from ominous sunlight, babe."

You shook your head, laughing, but still slowly floated to the edge of the pool. Water flowed according to your body when you pulled it up, sitting on the side, and then rose to the feet, barefoot, leaving traces on the warm tile.

Karina, without having gazed from you, he was revealed forward, invitingly praps on an empty place next to her.

"Come on, lie down. I promise to be very gentle," she purred.

"It sounds like a threat," you snapped, right away, but still obediently settled on a chaise lounge, turning your back to her hands.

Karina squatted nearby, squeezed on her palm a little cream and warm hands gently touched your shoulders. She massaged slowly, almost lazy, running her fingers along the neck, on the shoulders, shoulder blades, lingering a little longer than it would be necessary for simple care.

You covered your eyes, feeling how the warmth of her palms is woven into her own breath.

"That's it..." Karina whispered, "you should always be under my protection."

You smiled, saying barely audible: "under your protection from the sun?"

Karina leaned below, so her lips barely touched your ear: "Protection from everything."

Your heart skipped a beat. You turned your head, meeting her gaze very close - Karina's eyes were full of a quiet fire, so clear and open that for a moment you caught your breath.

She slowly ran her finger along the line of your collarbone, slid up to your chin, lifting it lightly, almost weightlessly.

You didn't pull away.

And then she leaned a little closer and kissed you - softly, carefully, as if asking permission, although you both knew that the answer was clear from the very beginning.

The kiss was salty from the sea air and warm from the sun, with a hint of something new that promised endless summer days ahead.

The kiss was sweet from the lingering cocktail on her tongue, and warm from the sun, with a slight taste of something new that promised endless summer days ahead.

You reached out to her, deepening the kiss, and she finally allowed herself to smirk against your lips, running her fingers over your wet cheek.

Karina was in no hurry to break away. Her palms slid down your back, warm and reliable, as if they wanted to remember every single line of your body. You felt her breathing become a little shallow, and her fingers squeezed your hips tighter through the thin fabric of your swimsuit.

And suddenly, easily, as if you weighed nothing, she picked you up in her arms.

You gasped in surprise, clinging to her neck with your hands, and she just grinned her signature lazy-victorious laugh.

“Relax, birthday girl,” she whispered to your ear. “I’ve got you.”

You didn’t have time to answer — Yu was already walking back toward the pool, carrying you like the most precious cargo. Your legs swung slightly in the air, and drops of water from your hair fell onto her chest, leaving wet spots on her black cape.

She carefully entered the water with you, lowering you slowly, as if afraid to scare this moment away.

The water embraced you again, but now you felt neither the cold nor anything else except her. Except Karina.

You felt her hands slide down, gripping your hips tightly, and the next moment she lifted you up easily, pressing your back against the smooth wall of the pool. You wrapped your legs around her, not giving her the slightest chance to retreat.

She looked up, her eyes darkening, becoming almost serious, piercing. Water was running down her skin, and suddenly you had nothing to breathe but her. The faint, sweet and at the same time intoxicating scent of her perfume seemed to replace the oxygen that you didn’t seem to need at the moment.

She leaned down, capturing your lips again, this time without any caution. Deep. Greedy. Like she'd been dreaming all day about breaking loose like this. You responded to her with the same greed, allowing yourself to drown �� in this kiss, in her arms, in this hot madness that was only yours.

Her fingers slid over your thighs, squeezing them a little tighter, as if to remind you: you're here. You're with her. And in that moment, the whole world really did disappear.

Karina was in no hurry to let you go. She held you tightly, pressing you against the wall of the pool, as if she was afraid to let go of this closeness even for a moment. Her lips moved from your lips to your cheek, to your temple, to your lips again — soft, warm, almost worshipful touches.

You felt her breath, ragged and hot, every time she whispered something against your skin.

“So beautiful, babe,” she murmured, touching your lips with a barely perceptible kiss. “You drive me crazy.”

You laughed softly, pressing yourself closer to her, feeling everything inside you tremble at her words.

Karina pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. Her fingers slid gently along the line of your neck, then up, burying themselves in the wet strands of your hair.

“You have no idea,” she whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth again, “how much I love you.”

You closed your eyes, letting her voice flow through you like sweet warmth.

“The most beautiful, the smartest, the kindest... and so... mine,” Karina continued, as if praying in this touch, "and today is your day, my precious girl."

She caught your lips with hers again, this time kissing you a little longer, a little deeper, as if in every kiss she wanted to leave her gratitude, admiration, endless tenderness.

“You have no idea how happy you make me,” she whispered under her breath, pressing her forehead against yours.

You felt her hands, warm and strong, slide down your back, holding you in water.

“You are the best thing that happened to me,” Karina added quietly.

Her lips found yours again, without any haste, slowly, tenderly, as if she wanted to say in these kisses everything that there were not enough words for.

Without leaving your lips, her hands helped you sit on the edge of the pool, deepening the kiss and pushing her tongue into your mouth, intertwining with yours. Pulling away, her breathing was ragged from the intensity of your kiss, but despite this, she moved lower.

She licked her lips, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she leaned down and pressed her mouth to the soft skin of your stomach. Then she moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin of your hips, to the tops of your thighs. She could feel you squirm under her touch, which made her smirk every time, realizing the influence she had on you.

Your trembling hand carefully wove into the damp strands of her hair, squeezing them lightly as if reacting to every wet kiss she left on her sensitive skin. She felt the way your skin prickling with goosebumps under her lips, could taste the salt of your skin on her tongue. It was intoxicating, addictive, and she knew she would never get enough.

Karina carefully licked the droplets of water that flowed down your stomach, each time going lower and lower, lifting the edge of your bikini with her fingers, slowly pulling them down your legs.

She took a moment just to look at you, to drink in the sight of your half-naked body splayed out Infront of her on the edge of the pool, your chest heaving with shallow breaths, and your legs slowly, as if instinctively, spread apart, making her drool over that view.

You hissed, feeling the slightly cool wind mixed with water from the pool touch the skin of your inner thighs, causing Karina to chuckle at that, "don't worry, you're unlikely to feel cold anytime soon."

She settled herself between your legs, the heat of her breath fanning over you, making you gasp at that feeling. She could see how wet you already were, the way your folds glistening and swollen with need for her touch.

Karina leaned in and ran her tongue along your slit, a long, slow lick that started at the bottom and ended at the top, pulling away with a low moan as she felt the taste of you on her tongue, which at that moment seemed to her the most pleasant thing in the entire world.

"I can't get enough of your taste," she breathed, making a few more cat-licks, "It just feels like I can eat you instead of lunch every single day and never get enough."

Her hands gripping your hips to hold you still, not allowing you to bring your legs together, which you were so desperately trying to do, being stunned by such sensations, her tongue delving between your folds, stroking along the sensitive walls.

"Don't keep your legs together, I want to see you. All of you, birthday girl."

Karina sealed her words with another long, hard lick, sucking your clit between her lips and flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue. Every sound you made seemed like honey to her ears, smirking smugly, knowing that only she could bring you to something like this, make you feel something no one else can.

Your grip on her wet hair became almost painful, pulling at the roots, she hissed, but did not pull away, on the contrary, she knew that you needed to hold on to something, that is why she silently encouraged this.

Your legs trembled more with each touch, she felt how you squeezed her head with your thighs, giving in to meet her tongue, which made her job much easier, that's why she redoubled her efforts, weakly digging her nails into your skin in an attempt to hold you in place more firmly.

A few more movements of the tongue and your back arched for the last time, shaking with your whole body, Karina moaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through you, prolonging your orgasm as she helped you through your high, making the pleasant warmth in your body spread a little longer.

She licked her lips, savoring your taste, before crawling up to capture your mouth in another kiss. You could taste yourself on her tongue, which turned you on even more, you could feel the heat of her skin pressed against yours, and it made you crave more, much more.

Your arms slid lower, wrapping around her neck, while she, moving away from the kiss, finally sighed in relaxation, burying her nose in your chest.

"Happy birthday, my beautiful girl, I still have many surprises in store for today."

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❥┊OPERATION: ANNIVERSARY

SUMMARY: you two decided to celebrate your anniversary every month. it was his turn to give you a gift, and he had nothing prepared for you! out of panic, he searches for backup. operation: anniversary!

CHARACTERS: first years

╰ ˙∘ …

GENRE: fluffy fluff with a side of fluff and fluff on top

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: pairings were randomly selected by wheel for more interesting interactions + lots of "ily's". please enjoy!

reader is g/n, reader is not specified to be you

❤┊ACE TRAPPOLA

ace huffs, staring at the chocolate that’s been resting in the fridge for what felt like ages.

fiddling with the nicely wrapped ribbon, he stares at the calendar blankly, dreading the upcoming days. “oi, ace. this entire week you’ve been spacing out in the middle of cleanup! housewarden will have our heads if the kitchen ain’t spotless.” deuce grits his teeth, brushing the dust from the floors into a dustpan.

“shaddup, deuce. can’t ya see im busy?” ace huffs in response, brushing his companion off with a frown. peering over his shoulder, deuce narrows his eyes and looks to ace, brows furrowed. “did you even get them anything back?” he asks, setting down his cleaning supplies off to the right. ace remains silent, wiping an imaginary sweat off his brow.

“not cool, ace.” he scoffs, causing ace to jerk his head back with a defensive expression. “im working on it! just you wait, my gift will be so good it’ll knock all competition outta the water!” he declares, storming out of the room with the chocolates in hand.

laying still on the couch, ace groans as he racks his brain for ideas, feeling lost and hopeless. “urrghh, why..” he mopes, putting a pillow over his face with a solemn sigh. love was such a struggle.. gifts were never this hard, so why was he overthinking it so damn much? somedays he wish he could just suck up these stupid feelings and toss them out to never see the light of day.

“woaahh, did somebody die in here?” cater exclaims, looking at ace’s lifeless body. he takes note of the chocolate resting in the first years hand, his mind putting the pieces together with a cheeky grin. “were those from [MC]..?” he asks, leaning against the armrest.

looking from behind the cushion, ace looks to cater’s face, then to the chocolate. with a slight blush, he covers the exposed parts of his face with his hand and grumbles. “so what if they were?”

“your monthly anniversary is soon, yknow. got anything planned?” the same damn question. ace frowns at his upperclassman and sits up. for once he doesn’t say anything, only earning a raised brow from the boy across from him. pulling out his phone, cater opens up magicam and plops himself next to ace.

“heree~☆! check out what’s trending for some fresh inspo!” cater grins, scrolling through the reels and reels of videos in the #anniversary tag. all the videos were nothing short of extravagant, insanely thoughtful acts of love to their partner. ace’s brows knitted together, side-eyeing cater.

“and how am i supposed to pull any of that off?” he scoffs, crossing his arms and leaning back. cater tuts, wagging his finger. “silly ace.. the trick is to show your love in your own way,” he explains with a wink. “your love is uniquely yours, and the ways you express it are accustomed to you. if [MC] really likes you, then any act of love you give them will be enough.”

sitting there for a moment, ace thought cater’s words over carefully. “uniquely mine..” he whispered, staring at the ground. with a small pat on the back, cater stands upright and waves as he exits. “i’ll be in the rose garden. text if ya need anything, kayy?”

ace has yet to budge from his spot, resting his chin on his hand. “uniquely mine, huh?” he repeats, images of you flashing across his mind. he smiled softly to himself, taking a glance at the chocolate in his hands. with a slight chuckle, he gets up and walks towards sam’s shop. “this love stuff stinks.” he murmurs with a grin.

❥˙∘ ✦

“this is for me?” you ask, holding the item in your hands. it was encased in a small velvet pouch, the material feeling very nice in your palms. you were surprised at how fancy this packaging was considering the one giving it to you was ace of all people. “yeah, yeah, sure. consider this a repayment for last celebration.” ace shrugs, trying to act nonchalant about this exchange.

he tried to mask the beating sound of his heart, desperately praying you were unaware of the way you make his heart race increasingly fast. you open the pouch to find a keychain. there were small charms on it, but the one that stood out to you the most was the ace of hearts charm hanging in the center. he averts your eyes, whistling as if he didn’t plan all this with a light blush on his cheeks.

you stare at it in the light, a smile forming at the corners of your lips. “ace..” you begin, trailing off, unable to find the words appropriate enough for your gratitude. “no need to thank me, i know, i know.” he smiled triumphantly, making you laugh.

“..i’ll cherish this.” walking over to him, you were going to pull him into an embrace, but he beat you to it. “thank you.” he murmurs softly, a contrast to his usual sarcastic tone and remarks. his voice was genuine, laced with raw emotion. patting his back, you smiled at him in response. “love you.” you coo, making his ears red.

“love ya, too.”

♠┊DEUCE SPADE

deuce sits at his desk, crumpling another piece of paper for the nth time before tossing it into the overflowing trash bin.

his side of the room was littered in tossed sheets of paper, looking like a madman who has yet to find a plan. to be fair, that was not far-off. deuce sighs as he lifts the parchment in the air to get a better look, smiling to himself proudly. it was then did he notice the small mistake on one of the letters, causing the poor boy to furrow his brow and crumple the paper. he tossed it, letting it join the rest of the stack.

ace kicks through the sea of discarded letters, frowning as the pile seemed never ending. “aagghh, couldn’t ya at least try to be neater, deuce?” he whines, picking up a letter and uncrumpling it to reveal the messily written handwriting.

“dont!” deuce shot upward, yanking the parchment out of his roommates hand and tearing it to shreds. “GAH—!” ace exclaims, holding his hands up in defense. “whatever, it wasn’t decipherable anyway.” he huffs, scratching the back of his neck. “look, we both know your tryna write to [MC]. just put down anythin, they’ll probably lose their mind over it anyway.”

deuce shakes his head, staring down at his recently written letter. rereading it in his head, he can’t help but feel unsatisfied, like something is missing from it. “but i don’t wanna give them a half-assed letter.. what if they don’t accept me? is this even enough to repay them?” he murmurs, holding it tightly to his chest. he felt he’ll never be able to give you enough, to repay you in a way that’ll truly reflect his love.

ace sighs, patting his friend on the back. “this might come off as a sick joke, but i do know one guy that could help.. just.. don’t freak out about it.” deuce looks up at ace, a look of expectance on his face. “thanks, man.”

..what?

deuce finds himself in front of idia’s room, contemplating as to whether ace was actually pranking him or if this was genuine advice. well, idia is an upperclassman.. surely he still has some advice to give. but then again, the guys a total shut-in. just as he was about to turn and leave, ortho chimes in from around the corner.

“deuce spade? what are you doing here!” he cheerily asks, catching deuce off guard. “ortho?! is your brother here?” he asks nervously, earning a nod from ortho. “yeah, he’s inside his room! we can go in together.” without giving deuce a moment, ortho is already knocking.

“ortho?” the voice from behind calls out. upon entry, idia is hunched over in his seat, one foot on the chair as he types away on his monitor. “deuce spade came to visit you, big bro!” ortho exclaims, causing idia to freeze. “..what..”

deuce waves awkwardly, clutching the letter in his hand tightly. “ace told me you could help me with something..” he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck. “..ya sure your not getting pranked?” idia sighs, narrowing his eyes at the boy across him. “even if he is prankin me, i’ll show him who’s the fool!” deuce grits his teeth, directing his frustration towards the redhead.

“what do you write to someone on their anniversary?” he asks straightforwardly, making idia’s eyes widening. “wh-what? and you th-think id know?! does it look like someone like me would have an anniversary?!” shaking his head, idia rolls back on his chair before hitting the wall. racking his brain for ideas, deuce tries to find ways to convince idia to help him. deuce was stubborn, and he doesn’t appreciate quitters.

“..ace said you of all people should have the most experience! you're a gaming guy, this is completely in your turf! shouldn’t you have years and years of knowledge?” deuce mentions, practically tooting idia's horn. he looks up from his curled position, letting the first years words register. his ego is boosted, confidence running to new heights. idia smirks, brushing off his shoulder. "well, i guess i do know a thing or two about romance.."

"im familiar with all the fan ships in games and manga. call me an expert." deuce lets out a sigh of relief as idia took the bait, rushing over to his desk to immediately ask for help. that was too easy.

❥˙∘ ✦

"[MC]!" deuce calls out, rushing over to you with a shout. you turn around in a hurry, noticing the poor boy out of breath. "deuce!? is everything alright?" you ask, suddenly getting an envelope shoved in your hand. "here!" deuce bows, giving the letter to you with two hands. "..what's this?" taking the sealed letter from his hands, you look to him as if asking to open it.

he nods in response, watching intensely as you unfolded the letter.

'dear [mc],

i dunno how 2 start this but thanks for the chocolate. you somehow made it exactly how i liked it and i thought it was really good. today, i wanna repay you for everything that you do for me cuz you really really deserve it. for our anniversary together.

every little thing about you, i want to celebrate on this day. ill return my feelings to you tenfold and promise you the awesomest day ever. we can do anything you want and maybe take a ride on my blastcycle after school. if you want i can bake you a cake as an even bigger thank you for today too. there's nothin out there that can really show my feelings so i hope this letter is ok

what im tryna say is thank you for everything. let me be the one to do something for you today and show you how much i really really like love you. happy anniversary to us ♡

-- deuce'

the handwriting was shaky, and dare you say this letter was awkward in some places. despite that, you can't help the heat sneaking up on your cheeks, the dopey grin on your face that says it all. deuce fidgets in place, his hands forming knuckles before finally breaking the silence. "th-the letter is pretty stupid anyway! here--let me just take it back!" he quickly exclaims, reaching for the letter before you hastily avoid his grasp. "no way!"

you instead grab the arm that reached for the letter and brought him into an embrace instead. he stands there, dumbfounded for a moment. "its perfect, deuce." you smile as he returns your hug, squeezing you tightly.

no words needed to be exchanged at that moment. the calm silence filled the air as you both keep your positions for a few moments more.

🐺┊JACK HOWL

mindlessly watering his cactus, jack's thoughts seemed to wander.

your monthly anniversary was just around the corner, yet he had no gift for you. he was disgusted with himself.. he had the whole month to think of something, anything you might like, yet he had nothing. what a sign of weakness, he thought, frowning as he set down the watering can.

during his reps, he barely kept count. all he thought about was what he could get you.. yet the feat seemed impossible. would anything he give even be good enough? the chocolate you gave him was great, amazing even. all his questions led to more questions, then even more questions.

not to mention during class did he look more sour than usual. students nearly paved the way as he passed through the halls, wondering what the hell put this guy in such a foul mood. "jack?" epel calls out, snapping jack out of his week long daze. "is everything alright? you looked seriously more intimidating today an' yesterday." epel shakes his head, trying to guess what this was about.

"..it's nothing." jack sighs, crossing his arms and walking far past epel before the interrogation could even begin. he can't handle this right now. nothing a good run can't fix. thankfully track and field met today, maybe then will he be put back to normal.

however, he still felt lost the entire time. not once has he ever felt this way before, the feeling is foreign. he has received chocolate, but never from someone he truly fell for. the unfamiliar feelings swallowed him whole, drowned him with uncertainty and confusion. he scowls as he ran, accelerating faster and faster after each lap. deuce notices jack acting more off, furrowing his brow during the break.

"jack!" deuce shouts, alerting the beastman. "what's going on with you? for the past month you have that same blank look on your face." he shrugs, watching as jack averted his gaze. "it's nothing." he states, ready to end the conversation before suddenly getting stopped by deuce. "it's not nothing! something is bothering you and keeping aint gonna do anything!" deuce exclaims confidently, practically forcing jack into a corner.

"..it's not any of your business." jack grits, trying to find a way out. "is this about [MC]? yknow, after the chocolates?" deuce mentions, causing jack to practically freeze in his tracks. "i told you it wasn't any of your business." he huffs, turning his back to deuce.

"if you're worried, im sure they'd be happy with anything you get them! even just being around you makes them happy, so don't beat yourself up over it!" reassuring the lost beastman, he pats jack on the shoulders and throws him a thumbs up. oddly enough, jack felt slightly relieved. knowing at least somebody had his back put him at ease, nodding his head at deuce's advice.

"okay, gotcha. thanks." with that quick talk, jack is already back to running. his pace is back to normal and his expression had been reverted to its previous glory. the track team sighs in relief, celebrating deuce for bringing their star back down to earth.

❥˙∘ ✦

"jack, this is so cute!" you squealed, grasping the silver wolf plushie in your hands tightly. he crossed his arms, staring at the space above your head rather than right at you.

“this is what i owe you after last month..” he murmurs, causing you so smile slightly. “mhm, your tail is wagging.” he tries to hide it, grabbing it to prevent it from moving rapidly. jack grumbles something under his breath as his face started to heat up.

“thank you.” pulling jack close, you wrap your arms tightly around him. he flinches, trying to find a reaction. gently, he returns the hug. his ears twitch, tail wagging and brushing against your leg. jack smiles, staring into your eyes.

“this was the least i could do for you. after everything.” he brushes against your cheek with his finger, unable to hide his loving gaze. “i love you, jack.” you coo, squeezing him tightly.

“love you too.” he whispered, kissing the top of your head with a lovestruck grin.

🍎┊EPEL FELMIER

epel scratched his chin, glaring at the mirror with intensity.

“dangnabbit.. stupid, stupid..” cursing himself for forgetting such an important day, epel stewed as he started scratching his scalp, racking his brain for even a faint idea. “nahh.. maybe— no..” he murmurs, shaking his head on occasion.

the chocolate you made him was delicious, he ate it all in one sitting! he was thinking of making you some back, but he’d hate to recycle your ideas as vil said it “wasn’t romantic enough.” salty about that comment, he didn’t dare ask his housewarden for help. but the gift completely slipped his mind, and now he was empty handed. “arrrgggghh… what a load of—”

“epel.” a voice breaks through the boys mindless sputtering, jerking his head towards the sound of the voice. vil stood there with a raised brow, silently demanding epel to stop scratching his chin. “are you trying to get acne?” he sighs, massaging his temple.

epel moved his hand back to his side, mumbling an apology before turning back to the mirror. “are you positive you don’t need my help?” vil frowns, crossing his arms at the helpless first year in front of him. “dang right.. ahem, i mean, im positive.”

vil shook his head. “right.. i have an errand for you to run.” he holds up a list and places it in epel’s hand. it was folded neatly and pristinely, but crumpled in the first years hand. “hah?”

“rush to octavinelle and pick up the items on the list. jade or azul should meet you there.”

unfolding the paper, different types of makeup and skincare products were listed below. “..don’t they run a restaurant?” epel frowns, raising his brow. “don’t underestimate azul’s desire for sponsorship.” vil notes, rushing the boy away.

walking down the halls, epel found himself spiraling back to the original problem. his brow is furrowed, trying harshly to concentrate and find something that was worthy, truly worthy of you. “..nah that won’t do either! what would gran think if i couldn’t impress ‘em?” he grumbles, looking around the lounge.

floyd looks over one of the booths and grins as he saw epel enter the lounge. “guppy!” he exclaims, startling the poor first year. “gah! floyd!”

“what brings ya to the lounge?” he asks, circling epel like a small piece of prey. brushing imaginary dirt off his blazer, epel sighs with a frown. “actually, i was looking for—”

“jade or azul? they’re plannin in the VIP lounge. this about beta fish’s studs? stuffs right here.” he holds up an elegantly patterned paper bag, purple streaks resembling seaweed and shells printed across. “ah, thank you.”

“you good, guppy? your face is a lot more frowny than usual. seriously, kinda cringe.” floyd shrugs, starting to loose interest. “what?” epel scoffs, shaking his head trying to stay polite. “argh, i mean, yes im fine, thank you.” he nods, gripping the bag tightly.

tilting his head, floyd stares unconvinced. “you suck at lyin. tell me! tell me! tell me!” with his interest piqued once again, floyd starts circling epel once more, giggling and grinning foolishly. “hey! i told ya it’s nothin! leave me alone!” epel tried swatting the eel away, but his efforts result in vain.

“tell me! tell me! tell me or ill squeeze the answer outta ya.” with a sudden shift in tone, from playful to murderous, he throws the first year a deadly glare. epel freezes, biting back his insults.

“fine! it’s [MC]..” he mumbles, looking to the side with embarrassment. “i dont know what to gift them.” he sighs, picking at his chin again. expecting floyd to leave disinterested after getting his answer, epel is taken aback as he heard said eel blow a raspberry instead. “pssshh, that’s easy.”

“..huh?”

“lemme guess, you wanna do somethin over the top or whatever?” he asks, clocking epel. “wh— so what if i did, hah?” epel retorts, looking to floyd with a glare.

“well the answers right under ya nose, silly! tadaaan, cooking!” floyd reveals, smiling with a dopey grin. “cooking?”

“geez do i gotta spell everythin out for ya? just cook em something and they’ll be all over ya. easy as that.” floyd states matter of factly, now looking at epel with disinterest. “this is gettin boring. later.”

and just like that, the large twin disappeared into the kitchen.

epel scratches the back of his neck, beginning to loose himself in thought. he wasn’t familiar with any types of fancy cooking, mostly things like one pot stews at home..

however, his last dish during the culinary crucible was a major success, he’s definitely got this in the bag so long as he puts his mind to it.

and besides, he’s always wanted to take you back to harveston for a second time. a nice home cooked meal? doesn’t that scream married couple?

❥˙∘ ✦

as you entered the dorm, you were hit by the smell of familiar spices and seasonings, thrown in with a hint of crisp fresh apples. smells like harveston, you thought, smiling fondly to yourself.

epel pops out from behind the corner, dressed in a nice apron while holding up a pot of stew. the top was still bubbling, steam clouded his face but not enough to hide his blooming smile. “you’re finally back! take a seat, i made stew!” he leads you to the table. it was decorated, albeit clumsily, but much nicer than how you left it.

“what’s gotten into you?” you laugh, taking a seat across from him. epel sets the pot onto the table, scooping a generous amount into your bowl. the carrots have been chopped in the shape of hearts and apples. “hah? don’t tell me you forgot!” he pouts, acting as if he wasn’t distressed for the last month.

“monthly anniversary? helloo?” he cracks some pepper on the top of your stew before sliding it in front of you. “hmm, so you did remember.” you smiled, seeing as he looked to you with mock offense. “ya think i’d forget or somethin?!” he exclaims, now wondering if he came off wrong this entire time.

“relax, relax, just teasing. this smells great, epel.” you grin, grabbing your spoon, eager to chow down on the goodness before you. “thanks! it’s a recipe meemaw taught me back home. she said i was basically a master at it.” he huffs triumphantly, puffing his chest up with pride.

you take a bite of the piping hot dish. flavors exploded on your tongue, the familiar and warm feeling exactly what you needed after such a long day. “feels like home.” you murmured with a smile, looking at him with a soft look in your eyes.

epel couldn’t help but blush, taking your free hand and squeezing it tightly. “happy anniversary.”

⚡┊SEBEK ZIGVOLT

sebek grumbled angrily as he kicked at the dirt beneath his feet.

he had been tasked with the duty of shoveling the horse dung into a pile. normally, he’d take such tasks with pride! being the one assigned by riddle to take care of such a strenuous and laborious task? why this must be complimenting his strength and stamina. (literally nobody else wants to do the job) ((nobody is more eager than him to do it)).

however, something was off about today.

“sebek, is everything alright? i’ve noticed you’ve been.. quieter than usual.” riddle asks, glancing at the pouting first year. his brow was furrowed and his glare was harsher than usual. anyone with a right mind would back away from such an intimidating figure. sebek shakes his head. “yes, im perfectly fine!”

the reason for sebek’s dismay wasn’t because of poop scooping duty. no, he had not the faintest idea on what to get you for your once-a-month anniversary. it felt like anything he could do has been done already. chocolate? check. cooking? ..ehh. restaurant date? check. he picked every standard date there was possible, but he was afraid nothing was enough to WOW you.

he grimaced as he imagined you growing bored and moving on, leaving him for another. he couldn’t even handle the thought, shaking his head aggressively before slapping his cheeks to snap out of it. silver and riddle jump slightly, unaware of the poor boys internal torment.

“sebek. you’re gonna scare the horses.” silver sighs, brushing the stallions mane. “agreed. not to mention, this behavior doesn’t exactly scream ‘perfectly fine’ to me..” riddle frowns, trying to grab the shovel from sebek’s hand. “might i suggest taking a break to clear your head?”

sebek frowns at the thought, the mere idea of being useless. “i can assure you, everything is alright! your concern is not needed.” he huffs, yanking the shovel back into his hands. continuing to scoop with agitation, riddle felt himself growing more irritated.

if there was anything anyone knew about sebek, if you were a superior he respects, he’ll follow your words to the letter. “sebek. by my order as a housewarden, i demand you to take a walk!” riddle shouts, forcing sebek to freeze. “b-but—”

“did i happen to stutter? housewarden’s orders!”

though they didn’t share a dorm, sebek wouldn’t dare disrespect his upperclassman. reluctantly handing the shovel to riddle, he’s shooed away to take a stroll in the nearby thicket. grumbling words to himself, he leans against a nearby tree and looks up at the sky.

his weakness was showing. he’s gonna be left behind. countless words stirred in his head, brewing and lingering doubts and negative thoughts.. it was beginning to grow overbearing.

gripping the thing closest to him, there was a soft squish before realizing it had stained his hand. “grrk! by the seven..” he grumbled, looking at the mystery plant he had just killed.

“oh dear, that was a hydnellym peckii..” a familiar voice sighed from behind, making sebek jolt. “a-a what?!” he exclaims, turning to see jade leech.

“also known as a devil’s tooth or bleeding tooth mushroom.. fufu it’s quite fascinating.” he chuckles, resting his hand on his chin. “..that is, before you had squished it.”

“bleeding tooth?!” sebek frowns, wiping his hand against the bark. “by no means is it poisonous, just incredibly bitter.” jade notes, picking up the remains of the fungi and placing it into a small plastic baggy.

“never mind that, what brings you to the forest, sebek? are you also out foraging?” the eel asks, smiling in anticipation. “no, i am out here clearing my head!” he exclaims, nodding affirmatively.

jade raises his brow, but chooses not to comment. “i see.. it has been known that you’ve been much quieter lately,” jade notes, thinking aloud. “could it be perhaps something is troubling you? we are always free at the lounge if you require assistance. fufu..”

narrowing his eyes at the vice housewarden, sebek scoffs. “i would rather not get myself involved in your dorms shady deals! my issues are entirely personal!” sebek retorts.

“yes, yes, about [MC]?” jade asked nonchalantly, catching the poor first year off guard. “where in the world did you obtain such information?!” he shouts, hiding the blush on his ears. “fufu, word happens to travel fast is all.”

“argh..” before commenting once more, sebek thinks about it for a second. jade, while shady, has always presented himself as a gentleman. even with his distaste, it is true he may be able to learn a thing or two.

“..you’re correct. if i have permission to ask, what would one gift their partner on a special occasion?” sebek asks, making jade smirk.

“are you willing to pay the price if i were to answer?” he asks, not willing to let a good deal go to waste. “would foraging for your fungi suffice? lilia had trained me to be able to search for plants and resources in the wild on my own.” sebek offers, not wanting to waste time with jade’s banter. pleased with his offer, jade nods.

“my, what a generous offer.”

“natural beauty is all around us. though most flora happen to ward us away, the most dangerous are also the most enchanting,” jade starts, leaning down towards a flower hidden in thorns. he picks it, holding it to the light. “additionally, the language in which nature speaks is endearing in its own right. each plant houses its own meaning, its own definition in a gift.”

“it all belies on how you choose to gift it.” with that, jade slides the flower into a small booklet and gives sebek a nod. “if you are in need of more advice. you may visit me in the lounge. i must take my leave now.”

jade leaves sebek in the forest alone, wading in his own thoughts. gazing down at the grass beneath him, he picks at the small flowers growing down below.

❥˙∘ ✦

“sebek, this is beautiful!” you squeal, holding the extravagant bouquet of flowers in your hand. sebek smiles proudly, blushing from ear to ear. “this flower exclusively grows in briar valley. i can assure you you’ll find nothing of the sort anywhere else.”

the sticks were less like branches and more like thorns, rigid and sharp at the ends. however, blossoming white flowers adorned the bouquet, leaving you breathless as it glowed in the darkness of the nrc halls.

“i love them, thank you sebek.” you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. he clears his throat, trying his best to not act shy.

“take this as a token of my gratitude, my eternal love. i will forever be in your debts and will cherish time we will and have spent. most of all,”

he brings you close, holding you in a tight hug.

“happy anniversary, my love.”

A/N: this was supposed to be the white day fic,,,,,,,, honestly i was gonna just scrap but i was halfway done with jacks so i tried salvaging it. sorry if it’s off in some parts. anyway hiii.

date published: 05/05/25

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cyberteez · 10 months ago

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mirrors - j.yunho

pairing ⋆ j.yunho x afab!reader

genre ⋆ smut

wc ⋆ 1.5k

summary ⋆ you and yunho have some fun in front of a mirror

warnings ⋆ pinv, boob fondling, cum play, mirror sex, marking, no condom(don't do this), dick riding, creampie, yunho teasing, yunho maneuvers you around like you weigh nothing

a fistful of your hair is held tight in yunho’s hand as his length slides in and out of your entrance.

you're on your knees, elbows resting against the bed as his hands force you to watch him fuck you through the full length mirror that sits across from your bed. his eyes are concentrated on your face, lip pulled between his teeth. his hair is wild from when you ran your hands through it, the determined look in his eye only adding to his already high sex appeal. a dubious sigh left your mouth as his pace slowed, obvious that he was pausing to halt his climax. his eyes dart from yours in the mirror down to where the two of you are connected, admiring the way his cock stretches your hole.

“sweetheart you’re killing me. always so tight no matter how fucked and wet you are. cant get enough of my cock, huh?”

his words shoot straight to your core, walls clenching desperately around him. you let out a whine and push back against him, needing friction. he stays still but tugs on your roots, tutting, “did I say you could do that?”

when you try to move your hips again, a sharp slap lands on your ass, the skin reddening immediately. you fall forward, face hitting the sheets in a loud whine that slowly turns into a moan as he kneads the newly made mark. "I warned you, didn't I? or did you want my hand on your ass?" he grins, the same hand making its way back to your scalp, pulling you so you're facing the mirror as he starts up his hips again. the sound of skin hitting skin is so loud it almost drown out your moans, and the area where he spanked you is unbearably sore as his hips hit it repeatedly, but you're too busy drowning in pleasure to notice. the other hand has a vice grip on your hip, giving him the ability to pull your hips to his as he fucks you silly. you knew there would be bruises there in the morning. the focus that was once on the mirror is turned to your back as his thrusts become sloppier. he'd been edging you and himself for the past half hour, but his ability to stay composed is faltering. you decided to fuck raw tonight which only heightened his drive to last as long as possible. a moan falls from your lips as he hits the spot that makes your toes curl, aiming his thrusts there specifically. his once rhythmic motions are sloppy and untimed as he comes undone. he moans you name as your walls clench around him as you climax and he follows, fucking you through both of your highs.

as soon as you both finish, he doesn't climb out of the bed to start the shower like he usually does. instead, he flips you around, dragging his fingers through your folds. he hums as he gathers his cum on them and brings them to your lips. you open your mouth, sucking on his fingers and licking them clean. "I'm not done with you yet, gorgeous."

with that, his hands grasp your arms and pull you into his. you can feel yours and his juices seeping from your cunt, trailing down your leg as he carries you to the full length mirror. he lays you on the ground before disappears. as soon as he's left he's returned, a towel clutching between his long fingers.

“as much as I love seeing you sprawled out with my cum leaking from you, I hate cleaning it from the carpet."

he sends you a wink before yanking you into his lap, treating you like a ragdoll. your back is pressed against his chest, legs spread with his thighs preventing them from closing. you're completely bare to the mirror, spread out in a way which he absolutely adores. his fingers begin to play with your folds teasingly, barely ghosting your clit and circling your hole. you whine in his grasp and he stills, using that same hand to land another slap on your inner thigh, this one more gentle than before. a yelp leaves your mouth as you stare at him eyes wide in the mirror, but his only reaction is a coy smile before he plays with you again. you're getting antsy with his dick pressed against your ass and no real pleasure being given from his fingers. cum continues to drip from your cunt. with every clench, a large glob collects and spills down to the ground. he notices fairly quickly, scooping up what he can and shoving it back into you.

yunho presses kisses to your neck, continuing up your jaw. you sigh and lean your head back, feeling his hands travel up your body to cup your tits. he kneads one while tracing the nipple of the other, sending shivers down your spine. when both of his hands grasp your nipples, you wriggle in his hold. yunho continues his open-mouthed kisses along your neck, sucking hickeys wherever he can while he plays with your boobs. your hips shift in need and one hand leaves your chest to finger you, circling your clit with his palm while he uses two fingers to stretch you out again. cum continue to drip from your entrance and to the ground. he hums in appreciation and drags his fingers through your folds again.

"is my baby ready for my cock again?"

you nod your head, still resting on his shoulder.

"tell me what you need, baby," he orders, his hands moving to caress your thighs. he loves when you tell him exactly what you want and uses every chance he can to get you to be vocal.

"fuck me, please. I want you inside me," you whine. your skin heats and you want to hide yourself in your hands from how desperate you sound, but he gives you no chance as his hands grip your hips and holds you above his waist. you can feel his dick at your entrance, slipping through your folds, covered in his cum and your wetness. "put me in, baby," he orders.

you obey and use your hand to line yourself up with his entrance, his hands guiding you down his length. once you're fully seated, he shifts his legs so he's steady and has a better angle. "I want you to look at us, sweetheart. look how nicely you stretch for me."

the humiliation from his words only turns you on more as your eyes cast down to where he's buried inside you. your breath falters when he lifts you up and guides you back down in a slow, gentle manner. looking at his eyes, you can tell he wants to do nothing more than to fuck you so you're screaming his name, but he's holding back. your hand comes to cup his cheek and his concentration breaks, making eye contact with you in the mirror. his features soften and he leans forward to kiss your jaw. his pace speeds up slightly, more whimpers and moans falling from.your lips as he does so. you can feel his hips involuntarily fuck up into you as you clench around him. one of your hands grips his thigh as you try to gain some ground and help him fuck you. both of your eyes are trained on each other in the mirror, and your motions spur him. the hold on your hip tightens as he starts to bounce you faster on his cock.

"fuck, you're so good. can't get enough of you," he whines, increasing his pace again. he's hitting all the right spots within you, a series of moans and curses leaving your lips. your legs shake, threatening to give out while you ride him, but he has no plans for you to falter. the grip on your hip changes to a hold around your middle, which allows him to fuck you deeper. your moans persist, mixing with his grunts as you both watch his dick disappear inside of you in the mirror. you're both getting close again, sensitive from the last orgasm, and before you know it, the two of you are crying each other's names. your walls spasm around his dick while both of you reach your high, dick twitching as he comes. cum sputters from where he's seated inside you. with little room available in your cunt from how much space his cock takes up, the only place for it to go is out.

both arms lock around your waist as he turns on his side, bringing you with him so he's spooning you. his dick remains inside, sensitive as your walls slowly stop spasming around him. pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, he lets out a calm sigh.

"can we stay like this for a little while, baby?" you're nodding, eyes heavy with the thought of sleep. you didn't want to sleep cum covered, but his strong arms and warm body are so inviting and you're exhausted from fucking. his hands absentmindedly trace along your stomach, mind and body reeling from the orgasms.

#cyberteezwrites #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez smut #yunho x reader #yunho smut #cyberteez

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moneypowerglorymiddleofmiami · 1 year ago

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— trickentine જ⁀➴♡ pt.2

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

summary: after lord eros' silly little trick, you're now forced to deal with the consequences— more specifically, in the form of a lovestruck luke castellan.

warnings: tons of corny pick-up lines

genre: still very much a romcom

part 1

note: thank you, thank you! all your support for pt.1 means the world to me! really, i couldn't be more grateful 𖹭 i hope you think this brings justice to the first half 𖹭

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

“What do you mean you can’t do anything?” You suppressed the urge to shriek, settling for gritted emphasis instead. You crossed your arms across your chest, your foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floorboards of the Big House.

“Exactly what it means.” Chiron responded, looking at Luke with more amusement rather than concern.

“But he's under a spell,” You reasoned in disbelief. You might have spilled over your words while you explained the rundown to Chiron, but they were coherent enough to at least get that point across.

“It’ll wear off eventually, kid.” Mr. D downed an entire can of diet soda in one go before procuring another one in his outstretched hand. He snickered at the intent puppy eyes Luke was giving you. “That type of love magic won’t last long. Best to let it run its course than tamper with it.”

“But–” You wanted to argue before Mr. D stopped you. He pushed his feet up on his desk.

“Look, at least this proves that your boyfriend actually loves you.” He gave you a pointed look. What does that even mean? “Now, leave.”

You huffed indignantly, but decided against speaking further. You begrudgingly turned around and pulled Luke up by his arm, guiding him towards the narrow hallway that led to the foyer.

“When did I become your boyfriend?” Luke huddled closer to you, whispering as you made your way to the front door.

“You didn’t.” You told him plainly. You shook your head. “You aren’t.”

“Yet.” He responded, his tone a bit mischievous but his gaze sure and determined.

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

You leaned your elbows against the table of the crowded Arts and Crafts Center, your chin resting against the pad of your thumbs. You studied Luke with a contemplating gaze.

“I hit you with one of Eros’ arrows.” You told him. This was hardly the proper place to have this conversation, but the rest of the Aphrodite cabin practically hauled you to the building to begin Valentinkering? Valenmaking? (whatever in Tartarus they decided to call it this year).

“Well, I guess you could say I’ve been lovestruck by you.” He said, giving you a stupid little wink as he mirrored your posture.

“Gods, Luke. That was corny as hell.” You flushed almost as crimson as the container of beads in front of you. “Also, I’m serious.”

“And who said I wasn’t?” He challenged. He smirked against his fist, wiggling his eyebrows.

You snorted. “The fact that you’re under some valentine voodoo makes all your intentions questionable.”

“You wound me.” He feigned offense, pouting as he clutched at the fabric of his shirt above his chest. “To be fair, my train of thought has always been questionable when it comes to you.”

“Again: unimpressed.” You buried your face into your hands, the second hand embarrassment of his poor attempt at flirting was overwhelmingly potent. Besides, it was difficult not to react when he looked at you so intently, like he was trying to memorize every minute detail of you.

“On a more serious note, I do remember the whole arrow thing.” He told you, his lips pursed. “I don’t blame you; it was a complete accident. It just feels… odd.”

Your ears perked up, worried. “You feel odd?”

“No,” He shook his head. His expression was perplexed, maybe a bit incredulous too. “That’s the thing. I feel completely normal.”

“That is weird.” You agree. You wrap the string in between your fingers around his wrist, measuring it to his size. "Maybe it was just a prank?"

“No. If anything, it’s more like I can’t hold my tongue.” He shrugs. “I can’t help but say what I think.”

“Would that explain the flirting?” You tease. All cheeky, but with a hint of curiosity hidden beneath the humor.

He leaned in, smirking. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You stare at him, tilting your head. He returns your gaze just as intensely, brown eyes fixed onto yours. He raises an eyebrow as if to question your silence. There was something magnetic between the two of you, pulsing and pulling you closer— maybe not physically, but definitely in other ways unbeknownst to you.

“Woah!” Percy exclaimed with an accusatory edge to his tone, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief and his palms raised as if to distance himself from you. “Respect for the children, maybe? Consider shielding my young impressionable eyes from this trauma?”

“Percy!” You squeaked rather uncharacteristically. Annabeth trailed behind closely, pushing a leg over the bench to sit beside you. You smiled at her, tugging her closer by placing your arm around her shoulders.

“Annabeth,” Luke called. “Trade places with me.”

Annabeth furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “No.”

“Come on.” He persisted. He leaned in, almost conspiratorial. “You know, the Stoll brothers have an extensive archive, and I think I may have heard word of them having that Rem Kolhaas book you've been raving about."

Annabeth stopped to consider the offer before ultimately conceding. She stood up from her seat. “That’s a big bribe for a small favor.”

“Know what prices to pay to win your battles.” Luke muttered as he sidled up next to you, grinning triumphantly. His fingers played with the hem of your weathered camp shirt. “Sacrifices aren’t much in the face of victory.”

“Did you just use a bad battle strategy as a flirting tactic?” Annabeth scrunched her nose in distaste. “Gross.”

"Done." You finish tying up the ends, letting the red bracelet dangle in Luke's line of vision.

"It looks so pretty, baby." He compliments you, holding out his wrist. You proudly put it on for him. "Not as pretty as you though."

You scoff. Both Annabeth and Percy imitate gagging noises.

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

The only time you ever truly left each other’s side were the few moments of reprieve before dinner where you’d returned to your cabins. The older campers insisted on making the meal a whole affair, complete with a romantic candlelit set-up and a string quartet to serenade everyone. Chiron decided to indulge the request and sent everyone back to freshen up.

“Have fun with your boyfriend?”

“Christ!” You jumped in your spot, turning around to see Eros laying on one of the bunks. His arms were tucked underneath his head, his smile suggestive and knowing.

“Lord Eros,” You bowed.

“That is not your shade.” He tutted, pointing to the tinted gloss in your hand. “Too summery for your complexion this time of year. Go for the pink one. He’ll go berserk.”

“Thanks.” You muttered, facing your vanity once more. You dabbed the product against your lips. You sighed as you inspected your make-up. Once more, he was right.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He shifted to his side, looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah, I guess.” You grumbled. You looked down, pretending to look for something in your drawer so he wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up your cheeks. Luke refused to leave your side the entire day— his fingers hooked around the belt hoops of your skirt in one way or another. He made a whole spectacle of it too: his big brown eyes tender, his wistful sighs, his shy grins, his playful winks.

“Good.” He clapped his hands. “Gods, the boy has had a crush on you for forever, you know. It was torture watching him pine over you. I can only take so much longing.”

You froze, staring at him through the mirror. He stared back at you.

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know,” He sounded shocked; he was shocked. “You’re a daughter of Aphrodite, how could you not know?! That's like our thing!”

“Well, he hasn’t been obvious, has he?” You rebutted, flicking your wrist.

“Sis, I don’t know what reality you’re living in,” He sat up on the bed, “But that boy wouldn’t know subtle even if it hit him in the face.”

“But surely it’s just because of the arrows.” You rationalized.

“Nuh uh.” He wiggles a finger in the air to deny the accusation. “The arrows you used just accentuate pre-existing feelings. Not make new ones.”

A knock interrupts your conversation. You hurry to fix your hair, brushing it out of the way. Your hands begin to shake with giddy excitement. You feel your heart thrum strongly against your chest, almost wanting to burst out from the confines of your body and find its other half in Luke. Your smile eventually becomes hard to contain.

Eros beams at you, his pupils dilating into hearts again like it did this morning. He opens the door for you and pushes you out. “Have fun with lover boy. Mother sends her regards.”

Luke spins around at the sound of the squeaky hinges. He can't help but pull a hand out of his pocket, his palm lightly grazing his chest. He whistles. “Call me favored by the gods because I think I’ve just entered Elysium.”

“You’ve been with me the whole day.” You responded pointedly, breathless and in love.

“And yet you still manage to take my breath away.” He gasps when you rush into him, wrapping your arms around his nape.

“This is new.” He looks down at you, your noses touching. His hands fall naturally to your hips, his thumbs rubbing against the fabric of your dress. “But definitely welcome.”

You gaze into his eyes before pressing your lips against his. They felt pleasant and pliant against your own. You tugged Luke closer, your fingers twirling through his curls. His hands squeezed your skin. The kiss burned sweetly, almost as if it’s been waiting in anticipation to happen.

When you both separate for air, Luke gently grabs your hands from behind him. He wraps his fists around yours, placing soft kisses on your knuckles. “I’ve been waiting so long for that.”

“So I’ve been told.” You hum. “I figured I might take the first step.”

“Don’t worry.” He presses another kiss against your lips, short and sweet. “I promise to match your pace the rest of the way.”

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formulakracing · 5 months ago

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“so soon” — d.r.

pairing -> fem!reader x daniel ricciardo

word count -> {typed this on my phone… oopsies!}

warnings -> fluff, light cursing, mentions of loneliness, mentions of long distance, excessive pet names

a/n -> currently suffering because my favorite driver isn’t even a driver anymore. this is my coping mechanism.

“you look so silly right now.”

the corners of his lips twitch, curling into a quaint smile. dimples follow in suit, his eyes squinting ever so slightly. in the low light, you catch the sparkle twinkling in his eye as he pans the camera down, showcasing his full outfit.

“do i really?”

headphones rest on his ears, paired with a black embroidered beanie. a windbreaker spans across his chest, the hue matching the beanie. it’s a shade or two lighter, but it complements his curls. the neon yellow drawstrings are tied together tightly, to shield him from the elements.

he’s wearing shorts, ones you wish you could see in person, the hem hitting mid thigh. his tattoos poke out, only reminding you of what was underneath. what was for your eyes only.

he’s prepping for a run, setting you on the island in the kitchen as he performs a few stretches, carefully preparing his calves for what was to come.

a giggle bubbles up in your throat as you snuggle into your pillow, nodding along.

“yes, you look a tad bit ridiculous.”

his brow furrows, accept seeping through his words as he shakes his head.

“no way.”

“you actually look extremely sexy right now,” you exhale, feeling a frown form, “if only i was there with you.”

“we’d be hitting cardio right now if you were,” he shoots you a wink, chuckling as you roll your eyes, “c’mon my love, that was funny. admit it.”

“i guess,” you huff, pulling the pillow against your chest even closer, “i miss you.”

“i miss you more,” you watch as his shoulders slump slightly, “did you do anything fun today?”

“not really,” you mutter, feeling your throat tighten as he tilts his head, gaze fixated on you, “i just went to the store to get a some things. that’s it.”

the lust laced in his tone has now dissolved completely, the australian’s words barely a whisper.

“i know how hard this has been on you, and i’m sorry. i just want to make sure that you’re still getting out and—“

“you don’t have to be sorry,” you voice trembles as your vision blurs, “it just fucking sucks. that’s all.”

“not too much longer now, yeah?” plucking the phone from the table, he brings the camera to face-level, so that your eyes meet with his.

“only two more weeks until i get to hold you. only fourteen days until you get endless kisses. only about three hundred and thirty-six hours until i get to tell you i love you a million times.”

you start to speak, yet you’re cut off by the sound of rain as it patters against the window-pane. a singular tear rolls down your cheek, your attention focused on the streams that slither down the glass, the rumble of thunder sending a shiver down your spine. you can feel him watching you, taking in the way the candlelight bathes your features.

“look at that,” he murmurs, “it’s raining here too. a little reminder that we’re under the same sky. the same sun, moon, and stars. we’re not as far apart as you think, baby.”

“c-can you show me?” you sniffle, wiping away your tear.

“of course baby,” he dips his head, tapping on the screen.

the camera angle flips, adjusting momentarily. he has it angled towards his skylight, the dull roar of the rainstorm flooding your ears. there’s a coziness that seeps into your chest, embracing your heart as your lids droop.

“see?” he comes into the frame, flashing you a dazzling grin as he gestures upward, “we’re not as distant as you think, sweet girl. same rainstorm. just a few states apart.”

situating your phone against your spare pillow, you burrow underneath your comforter, soaking in the warmth, “i love you.”

“and i love you,” he coos, “do you want me to stay on while i run?”

“yes please,” the words are a little slurred, exhaustion taking a hold, “this damn storm is making me sleepy.”

“good,” he chirps, “my pretty girl needs her beauty rest.”

“and my pretty boy needs to be here with me.”

“so soon pretty baby,” his voice is soothing, only encouraging you further and further into slumber, “so soon we’ll be underneath the covers, watching our favorite movie. we’ll be skin on skin, all comfy and cozied up. i’ll be showering you with endless kisses, and all of my love.”

“i can’t wait,” you mumble, lashes fluttering as the door to his apartment creaks, “be safe on your run, danny.”

“of course,” heat flourishes into his cheeks as he glances down at his phone, relishing the sight before him.

you’re buried underneath your comforter, half of your face shielded by swath of fabric. luckily, you blew your candle out, so he didn’t have to fret over that. he was more concerned with the fact that he was not there to hold you, to comfort you.

as he adjusts his headphones, he clicks his volume up, the sound of your breathing coming in through the ear pieces. sure, he could be listening to music. he could turn on a podcast, or find a youtube video so that he could reminisce on the days of the past. weekends spent on the track, dreaming of the taste of victory.

but nothing compared to the sound of you.

you could be doing anything, and he would listen, soaking in every second.

and fuck, how could he ignore how beautiful you were? so at peace. so content as you dozed off. if only he was there to brush the strands from your forehead, to ensure that you wouldn’t be disturbed from your slumber.

he hoped that he wormed his way into your dreams, just so that you knew there wasn’t a minute that passed by where he wasn’t thinking of you.

as his feet hit the slick pavement, the cool air flooding his lungs, he tucks his phone into the pocket of his windbreaker. there was no way he was going to let you get all soaked in rain. especially while you were sleeping. that just wouldn’t be fair.

sure, it was a little childish. a little trivial.

but as long as you were happy, it didn’t matter.

and as his pace quickens, he can’t help but let his mind wander.

of course, it only wandered to you.

oh, how he was ready to see you. his heart ached the thought. he yearned to touch you. to kiss you. to wrap you up in his embrace.

he could though, oh so soon.

he was anticipating that moment. the moment where he would get to sweep you up off your feet, lost in your own little word.

he would get to soon enough.

oh, so soon.

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cocteaucherry · 1 year ago

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another silly gojo thing I wrote with pregnant reader (I was inspired by Kali’s pregnancy announcement 🩷)

a/n- (I promise pt 3 of LTLM is coming out later today or tomorrow)

cw- pregnancy, talks of sexual situations, gojo being gojo :p

The day Satoru found out you were pregnant was a day you’ll never forget.

It was a freezing morning in January and you had just finished taking down the Christmas decorations (yeah it was a few weeks after Christmas but you both were lazy) you let out a huff wiping your hands as you stared at the old cardboard boxes that housed the glittery decorations, it made you feel more emotional than usual seeing yet another year pass.

You heard the door burst open and you turned to find your husband dragging in a bunch of wires and lights, “ six hundred twinkling lights taken down by your one and only!” He exclaimed, dropping the lights and using his foot to close the door, “you sure? I could’ve sworn I heard you on the verge of using Hollow Purple.” You said playfully as you gazed lovingly at your husband.

“What?! No! I was of course gonna take you out of the house first!” The blue eyed male chuckled as he walked towards you immediately wrapping his arms around your waist, “I think I deserve a kiss for my bravery and perseverance.” He hummed his hands running over the slight pudge in your stomach, “Do you really?” You peered up at his face to be met with a very shocked expression, you chuckled nervously staring at his over exaggerated face.

Gojo could tell something was off for the past few days, frequent bathroom trips, slight nausea in the morning and your missed period. (He might be the strongest but he’s not the smartest) and now your cursed energy was changing he sensed it when he walked in it was almost doubled. “I mean this is the BEST way possible, let me stress BEST, are you somehow maybe- just a little bit ermm.. pregnant?”

Your mind went blank at the question, “Maybe?” You shrugged your shoulders, “it would make sense..” your mind tried to calculate the last time you and Gojo were intimate but Gojo calculated for you, “Christmas.” He said his mouth was still wide open, “yeah , maybe wrapping myself like a present wasn’t the best idea.” You giggled and Satoru was quick to retort with a red face, “you practically had nothing on! You can’t blame me!” Gojo pouted, rubbing the back of his neck, “can we go buy some tests to confirm your theory?”

About seven tests later it was confirmed, you were pregnant.

Of course tears and hugs were shared and you wanted to share the news with your friends but Gojo stopped you claiming he wanted to see how long you both could go unnoticed, he also opted to buy a camcorder to track your happy moments. It was more of a nostalgia thing. (Even while you're pregnant he’s still dramatic.)

By the time you were breaching your second trimester a lot of things changed, for worse and better, the spare room in your house was converted into a full baby room, all constructed by gojo himself since he was terrified of you getting injured. The baby room was filled with expensive baby materials and toys, “Satoru.. are you sure this isn’t too much?” You stared at the room in disbelief, your hand stroking your bump, He grunted, placing a heavy box with more materials down, “What? Think I can go bigger?” He winked and opened the package.

“We don’t even know the gender yet? you yelled walking down the hallway to lay down.

Everyone in Satoru’s life knew something was up, he walked with more pep in his step and glowed even more than he already was.

“So does anyone know what’s up with Gojo-sensei?” Yuji questioned sitting on his bed, Kugusaki and Megumi on the floor visibly not listening. “Don’t know, don’t really care either.” Megumi deadpanned which earned a grin from Kugisaki, “Not sure Yuuji, have you tried asking his wife?” she asked, peering from her phone. “She hasn’t been around here in like months!” The pink haired boy exclaimed failing to connect the dots but Megumi did for him.

“Maybe she’s expecting.” He shrugged it off going back to type on his phone, “What?! You mean they-they-“ yuuji stuttered.

“Yuuji they are adults, plus it would make sense right after the holidays too. So she’d be about.."Kugisaki counted in her head, “second trimester?”

“You guys are taking this a little too well?!” Yuuji exclaimed, “oh Kugisaki and I made our own theory a few weeks ago-“

“And you didn’t tell me?!-“

Later that day you had a teary eyed pink haired teenager yapping at the door about how you didn’t tell him sooner.

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uluvjay · 2 years ago

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Hiiii

I absolutelyfucking love your Max Verstappen x innocent Horner! reader fic so please m here for another

What if reader had a purity ring and after they do it he slides it off her finger and makes it a necklace for himself. Horner would be mad. But glad that it was him than anyone else

Sending positive vibes

Max Verstappen x Horner daughter!

Warnings?; mentions to sex, cursing, kissing, probably some errors

Au masterlist!

“Darling where’s your ring?” You father asks picking up your hand to analyze the tanned finger with a pale line showcasing where the small band usually sits.

“My ring?” You question looking down the your hand as well.

“Shit, where’s my ring?” You panic trying to think about where it could have gone.

“Why would you take it off? Have you been seeing someone?” He questions you, bright eyes searching your face for answers to his questions.

“Of course not” you lie straight through your teeth, you had been seeming someone but your father didn’t need to know that it was his star driver that was fucking you silly every night.

“Then what happened to it?”

The question has you thinking back to the night before, Max had been teasing you about it stating there was no reason for you to keep the purity ring on when he’d already defiled you multiple times.

Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath after coming down from yet another orgasm. Max had laid beside you, one of his large hands holding your left hand in it as he spun the small golden band around.

“Why do you still wear this?” He questioned quietly.

“What do you mean?”

“Well it signifies purity right? Like you were supposed to wear it till marriage and when you lost your virginity?” He continued

“Yeah so?”

“So? Schat I took your virginity a long time ago, your far from pure now” he laughed looking at you with bright eyes.

A bright blush took over your cheeks at his words but part of you was to tired to get into the full details about why you chose to still wear it and just settled with a simple “It was a gift from my father and he’d lose his mind if he saw me without it” before sleep overtook and you were out cold while cuddled into Max’s side.

However what you didn’t see or feel was max slipping the delicate band off your finger and onto his chain that rested on the nightstand next to him.

You thought back to this morning and how you over slept leaving you with little time to get dressed and be at the track in time for qualifying, the busy morning not allowing you to notice your missing ring.

“I-i’m not sure, I guess I took it off before bed?” You stated but it sounded more like a question.

Your father opened his mouth to speak but he was cut off by the sight of Max’s car being brought back into the garage not having realized qualifying had ended and Max has once again securing pole position.

You watched as the Dutchman exited the car, pulling off his helmet and black balaclava revealing his messy and damp locks.

His eyes met yours and he shot you a sneaky wink before making way to your father for a small hug and congratulations.

You blushed at the closeness of his large body beside yours, watching as he undid the Velcro of his racing suit and pulled it down to hang around his waist.

However once his dark fireproof was revealed you couldn’t help but notice the outline of something underneath.

The imprint of his chain was there as it should be however you saw something attached to it but before you could connect the dots, the voice of your stepmother cut you off.

“Max did you get a charm for your chain?” Geri questioned causing all eyes to turn to the blonde man; including your fathers.

“Oh yes, beautiful isn’t it?” He smirked as he pulled the chain from underneath his top.

You felt the world stop as you saw your ring resting on the chain, the ring you had just told your father that you couldn’t place, the ring that was meant to signify purity, the ring that should not have been around Max Verstappen’s neck.

Christians eyes shot from the band hanging around the chain to your face that was now covered by shaky hands and the blank and unbothered face of his star driver.

“My office now. Both of you.” He demanded

Shutting the door behind himself Christian paced back and forth, he wasn’t sure what exactly it was that he was feeling.

Anger? Check, confusion? Check, shock? Double check.

“What the hell is going on between you two? And why in the fuck does max have your ring around a chain?” He asked, hands taking place on his hips.

“I-uh, we” you started but the man beside you cut you off.

“We’ve been seeing each other for awhile now, just a little under a year” max spoke in a soft tone.

“I’m sorry a year?” Your father exclaimed at the confession.

“Yes” you and max both answered at the same time.

“And I can assume you were the one to deflower my child?”

“Dad!”

“No you don’t get to ‘dad’ me right now young lady, answer the question max”

“Uh yes” max blushed at Christian’s words.

“God, fuck at least it was Max and not some college guy” he spoke in relief.

“So your okay with us being together?” You asked quietly, unconsciously moving closer to Max.

“I am but no snogging or anything gross around me” he shivered at the thought.

“I promise, thank you” you smiled as you made your way to him and pulled him into a hug.

“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy darling” he replied as he placed a sweet kiss to your head.

With a sweet smile you made your way back towards max, taking a hand in his and pulling him out of the room.

But before you could fully exit your father’s voice stopped max in his tracks.

“Take care of my little girl max!”

“Always sir” he smiled at his boss before following behind your bouncing frame, a content smile on his face at the feeling of your hand in his and the sight of your pretty bow he’d gotten that sat perfectly in your hair.

Finally making it into his drivers room he pulled you in for a breathtaking kiss, the feeling of his warm lips so familiar and comforting.

His hands sank down to rest on your ass while yours slipped into his still damp hair, tugging on it when he slipped his tongue into your mouth-immediately taking dominance.

Pulling away for air his face held a smirk at the sight of your already blown out eyes and flushed face.

“I love you” he spoke running a finger over your cheek.

“I love you to” you smiled, pulling the blonde back down for another hot kiss.

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robynlilyblack · 1 year ago

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Something Important

James Potter x fem! clumsy! Reader

Summary: After years of hiding that part of himself, James adores being unapologetically silly with his favourite girl

Warnings: swearing, post-hogwarts, established relationship, mentions of food, small cooking injury, eating and sex, reader bruises like a peach, kissing, flirty reader, flirty james, domestic fluff, sirius black being a terrible gamer

A/n: 1.8k words, was feeling a little James today, I've missed writing him so much I had fun with this one, enjoy ♡

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“Hi! Not someone breaking in, it's just me…y/n…you know…your girlfriend…but hopefully you already knew that! Sorry Jamie, this door…oh for fecks sake…the door is being mean to me again!”

James chuckled along with his friends on the couch at your dumbs and whines at the door, putting his controller down he called back

“You need help, my love?” he asks yet he’s already getting up and walking through as the door finally opens, unaware of his controller being swiped by Sirius, earning a small ‘oh no’ from Remus as he braces himself

“No, no it’s okay…aw crap...dammit....come on...” you wave it off but then the door grabs you and you’re left trying to un-loop yourself from the handle, unfortunately it does get the better of you this time as you begin to fall, preparing for impact and one hell of a bruise to add to your already impressive collection

Luckily your knight in shining armour is there to catch you and you breathe a sigh of relief when you hit his chest “Hello my sweet” he greets you, the biggest smile on his face

You don’t even try to lift yourself up, just adjust your head, chin poking into his chest as you look up at him “Hello” you pout at him, but that lil smile of yours still peaks through “Our door is mean”

“It is” he agrees, pecking your lips sweetly before gently kicking the front foor with his foot eliciting giggles from you “Bad door” he chastises before turning his attention briefly to the living room door at the chuckling and mocking from his friends

"You sure showed that door mate!" you hear Remus laugh

“Oh dear prongsie, now you have defeated the almighty door can you come save me from the couch, my arse has but fallen asleep!”

"Shut it mr and mrs I can't get past the first boss to save my life" James rolls his eyes while you giggle at their offended in sync 'heys!' "Sorry ‘bout them love, don’t worry I’ll kick em out before dinner”

“Oh I assumed they’d be joining us?” you wonder

Something flashes behind his eyes “Not tonight hun” he gives you a flirty look “Tonight’s just for us” he tells you before helping you to stand properly, kissing the tips of his fingers before finding the section of your waist where you jumper got caught, rubbing it gently

You lean into his touch, even more excited than you already were for dinner tonight, all you had to do now was make sure James didn’t see too deep into one of the shopping bags, or he’d see the rather lacey treat you had bought earlier

“Come on sweetheart” James gestures for you to follow, instinctively grabbing the grocery bags that had been dropped during your battle and bringing them through to the kitchen, but not before kissing the side of your head first “I missed you”

“Ditto big guy” you throw him a wink, letting him take the lead

As you pass the living room you do poke your head in quickly to see what they had been up to, sniggering a little as you watch Sirius struggle with some muggle videogame, noting the boy is getting increasingly frustrated to the point even his boyfriend is a tad scared of him, hugging one of your pillows as if it’s to protect him.

As you enter the kitchen you watch as James lifts the bags you had struggled with home onto the counter with ease, eyes fluttering over his muscles, made more prominent by the tightness of his shirt

He’s so strong and dreamy

“So, what am I cooking for dinner?” he asks trying to discern what you actually bought before turning back only to find you unapologetically staring

He’d never admit it but he still blushed when he caught you admiring him

“Enjoying yourself?” he flexes his arm a little

Your eyes flick back up to meet him, nodding with a smug little smile “Very much, did you ask me something?” you wonder, stepping forward to join him properly

He chuckles, hand slipping around your waist “I asked what I was making for dinner?” he glances down at you, his own eyes doing a little wandering as he awaits your answer

“Actually…I was thinking I could make it for us tonight” you flashing a cheeky smile, hands finding his own, you were up to something

“What are you planing?” he eyes you teasingly

“Surprise” you sway back and forth, shrugging, ever effervescent, however, he’s called away before he could rangle any more information out of you as there's a yell from the other room

“Motherfucker!!! What the fuck was is that fucking thing…Moony darlin you seeing this shit!”

“Oh yeah love I’m seeing it…Prongs!!”

You burst out in quiet laughter over Sirius’' rage and Remus’ subsequent call for aid, as does James, betting his friend is almost certainly about to die…for the…bloody hell only Godric knows what time

“Crap he’s got the controller…I better go check in before Pads throws the controller again and actually breaks the tv this time” James lets out a breathy laugh, moving around you but stops before he lets go of your hand “You sure you’ll be alright?” he checks in, and when you nod he steals a quick kiss from you before he leaves…plus a cheeky arse squeeze

A couple hours pass by and it’s time for the other boys to go, just as James had finally convinced Sirius to leave without the game, sparing Remus from a premature heart attack, you appear in the doorway shouting a quick goodbye

“I love them but we are going to need to find less rage enducing…” James closes the door, locking up as he speaks but trails off as he turns around spotting your rather chaotic looking state “...did the kitchen fight back?” he can’t help the chuckle that bubbles

He takes a moment to cherish your appearance, it’s almost like a game to him, trying to figure out what you made him based on the ingredients adorning your clothes. The main culprit seems to be flour, your once black tights and skirt now littered with hand prints as you swiped them clean, though there were no new holes so little wins. He saw some littering of what he can only imagine is various spices on the ends of your rolled up sleeves…and one failed attempt in the centre of your jumper to open what he would later learn was cinnamon.

“I won though!” he’s pulled away from his admiring as you jump a little, excited as you waddle happily up to him

“Merlin sweets you had anymore food on you you’d be a…ooo that’s good” he reaches out, thumb gently clearing the remnants of what seems to be a delicious creamy sauce from your cheek “What kind of cheese is this?” he enquires, licking his lips before finding your eyes but their lingering a little south of his own, basking in your reaction as he teases you, running his tongue along his lips

“I know you’re doing that on purpose…” your eyes finally break away, finding his own “...but don’t stop” you near beg

He laughs “Never” leaning down, one hand finding your chin, angling it upwards towards his lips while the other subtly removes what he now realises is a carrot from your hair “Now do you want to show me your masterpiece?” he nudges his nose gently against yours

“Yes” you buzz, practically vibrating with excitement as you take his hands in yours but as you do James notices the plaster on your hand “Hun?” you turn back

“Aww sweetheart, what happened?” he brings your hand up, inspecting it before faux worry floods his handsome features “I’m so sorry my love but…” he takes a break, shaking his head “...we’re going to have to cut it off”

You match his energy “What!” you exclaim “Oh great heavens! Whatever will I do?” dramatically bringing you palm to your forehead

James’ struggles to keep in character though, his heart always warmed when you were silly with him, it was times like these that made him absolutely sure you were the one for him

“Hmmm” he rubs his chin in thought “There may be one way we can fix this but I have to tell you it’s a risky procedure”

“Do it, I’ll give you anything oh handsome handsome doctor” you clasp your hands together, pleading with him

He smirks “Indeed…I am a very handsome doctor, so I expect to be rewarded handsomely for my work” he informs you, wiggling his eyebrows

You purse your lips attempting to suppress your growing smile “Of course! Now please save my finger” you hold it up to him

He gently takes it with one hand, using the other to perform fake magic as mutters some fake incantation under his breath, throwing a wink your way before he presses his lips every so softly to your ‘mortal wound’

He gives your hand back and as he does you hold it up, bending your finger as you check it works “I’m cured!! It’s a miracle” eyes lighting up as you cheer, beginning to laugh near the end finally breaking character, a cheesy smile on your face as you look up at him

He drops his own act, a loving smile adorning his features as he cups your cheeks “Merlin I love you so much” his words drip with such verity, eyelashes finding audience with his cheeks as his smile widens further

“I love you mo-” he squeezes your cheeks together halting your words before the daily battle of ‘who loves whom more’ transpires

“Nuh huh missy” he pecks your puckered lips before releasing you “You definitely okay?” his playful nature sinks back into concerned boyfriend for a moment, even with all the fun and games he always checked in

You nod “Just just a little nick while I was grating the cheese” you explain

“Good” he scrunches his nose a little, bending down slightly as his brings your finger up one more, isolating it from the others “Because one day this one is going to hold something very important” James almost falls in love all over again as he watches the sheer giddiness that takes hold on you at the insinuation “You going to keep it safe for me?”

He’s surprised you don’t get dizzy with how firm your nodding is “With my life” you promise, holding your hand to your heart

“Did that break you a bit?” he wonders, soft laugher escaping his lips when you let out a little hum “You want to show me to dinner before you implode?”

You hum again, grabbing his hand as you lead him towards the your feast, unaware you won’t have to keep that finger safe for long as in a little drawer by your dining table lays that something important

Thank you for reading ♡

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justwinginglife · 5 months ago

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The BL Boys React To Your Pet Names

Guys, I did just kinda pick and choose from the boys because there are so many of them and I’m lazy. Wrote this kinda off the top of my head, might do a part two maybe. If you want HCs for a specific boy, either one who wasn’t mentioned or more of one that was mentioned, let me know and I’ll do my best.

@ouiouimochi this is your sign to write more BL.

Sae Itoshi

The first time you call Sae a pet name, he simply stares at you, seemingly unamused. He doesn’t say anything, but you’re sure he’s probably thinking something along the lines of, “Really? ‘Baby’ was the best you could do?” You quickly cough and change the subject, vowing to never bring up the pet names again. As the day goes by, he realizes you really aren’t going to call him by the pet name again. He waits for you to say it, he doesn’t want to be the one to tell you that he actually enjoyed it, but eventually when he comes to the conclusion that you’re far too embarrassed to ever attempt it again, he sighs and takes you by the chin before giving you a stern look. “Did I say you could stop calling me baby? No, I didn’t. So get on with it already.” You blink, surprised. Then a smile spreads across your face. “Whatever you say, baby.”

Meguru Bachira

Bachira’s grin stretches endlessly when he hears the pet name you’ve so casually let slip from your lips. “Ooooh, so we’ve moved onto pet names, have we? Sounds like so much fun, my turn!” You have to smile at his enthusiasm and you’re honestly curious to see what he’ll pick out for you. It isn’t until he starts whispering every pet name he can think of into your ear, in that low, seductive tone of his that you realize you might’ve started something dangerous. Sweat begins to drip down your neck and your cheeks flush red as he murmurs in your ear, nipping and sucking at the lobe, “How’s my baby doing? My darling. Love of my life. Honey. Princess. Angel.” He purrs each word like he knows exactly what it’s doing to you. “M-Meguru!” You protest, trying to pull away. He holds you firmly in his grip. “I’m not done yet, sweetie.” Just what have you done?

Hyoma Chigiri

Chigiri looks away, and you think he might’ve disliked the pet name, but then he mumbles under his breath, “Say it again.” You grin. “Hi baby,” you coo into his ear. He shivers and then pulls you close to him. “You’re such a tease,” He grumbles. “But you like it though,” You say with a wink. “But I like it though,” He concedes, repeating your words in agreement. After snuggling close to you for a few more moments, he finally says, “You know you can’t take it back, right?” You laugh. “Silly baby. What makes you think I’d take it back? You’re mine for life.” His brows furrow, his mind still clouded with conflict, “Alright, well, if we get into a fight and you’re mad at me, you better still call me baby, you got that? None of this Chigiri or Hyoma shit anymore.”

Reo Mikage

Reo blinks and then he smirks. “Baby, huh? I like it. Has a nice ring to it. Makes me want to parade you around, in front of the entire team, and have you say it over and over again. Give them something to bitch about later.” You laugh. “That’s not why I said it.” He grins devilishly. “I know, but it’s a perk that comes with it. Why shouldn’t I show you off? Let’s make everybody miserable with how unbearably happy we are together.” He begins to suck and kiss at your neck, unbothered by the fact that he’s acting out in broad daylight. His hands wander your body greedily as proof of the effect the pet name has had on him. “Reo-” You whine, trying to fend off his advances. “Nuh-uh. It’s ‘baby’ now, remember? I won’t answer to anything else anymore. Now, moan it a little louder for me, sweetheart.”

Seishiro Nagi

“Baby? Oh. Yeah. I guess that is what couples usually call each other. Alright, I’ll call you baby too.” He’s completely unbothered by this new phase in your relationship, and he continues to game on his console without a care in the world. You should’ve known he would react like this, should’ve known it wouldn’t be as big a deal to him as it was to you, but you’ve just spent this whole time psyching yourself up to say it, and if you’re honest, you’re disappointed he didn’t react more. You bite your lip. He peers up at you from his position laying in your lap. “Something wrong?” You muster up a smile and shake your head. He sits up. “That’s not true. Tell me. What’s wrong?” You sigh. “I thought you’d be more… excited by the pet names.” His brows furrow. “I’m thrilled, what do you mean?” Your heart skips a beat. “You…are? You didn’t seem like it.” He caresses your cheek. “I instantly jumped to calling you pet names too, didn’t I? I’m thrilled, baby. I am. Really.” He presses his forehead against yours. “I love you,” He adds for emphasis. He says it so simply but maybe it’s the straightforward way in which he says it that sets your heart at ease, because for him, loving you is as easy as existing.

Rin Itoshi

Rin ushers you into a supply closet and quickly shuts the door. You smirk. “Something wrong, baby?” There’s that word again. He tenses up. “You can’t just call me that in front of the team,” He hisses, cheeks tinging red. You take a step towards him, backing him against the door. Then you dance two fingers up his chest. “But you’re my baby, are you not?” He huffs and crosses his arms in a fake show of annoyance. But he isn’t annoyed. Not in the slightest. In fact, he’s thinking to himself that it’s probably perfect he yanked you into the supply closet because he’s feeling he might melt into a puddle at this very minute and you’ll have to carry him home in a mop bucket. “Yeah, well…” He finally begins to speak, his voice taking on a much softer tone, “Can you just say it when we’re at home alone? I don’t want anybody to see this side of me but you.”

Shouei Barou

Barou snorts. “Do I look like a baby to you?” You roll your eyes. “Well, I’m not calling you king.” He raises a brow at your attitude. “My lord will do just fine.” A devious look crosses your face. “Oh, you want to play the power game?” You suddenly straddle his lap. “Mind telling me exactly which one of us was whimpering last night, begging for a break?” Barou grits his teeth. You bite back a grin as you snuggle up against him, triumphant. He tenses in frustration, but he allows it. “I’ll try something else then,” You concede, not wanting to tarnish anymore of his ego than you already have. “How about my darling? Or my love?" He wrinkles his nose. “Do I look like some lovesick fool to you?” You raise a brow as if to say “Do you really want me to answer honestly?” He narrows his eyes at you. “Fine. How about, Handsome?” He straightens slightly, interest peaked. Finally. “There he is. Hi, Handsome.” You purr into his ear with a voice that turns even kings into beggars. Looks like he’ll be spending tonight on his knees too.

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mdsbabygirl · 7 months ago

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Being in a poly relationship w these two..

An imagine+ Headcanons

Pairing: Otoya Eita x FEM! reader x Karasu Tabito

Genre: fluff+smut

Wc: 2k

Cw: threesome, use of pet names, vulgar language, jealousy, a lot of flirting, double penetration, oral, a bit of exhibitionism if you squint reaaaaly hard.. idk..

NOT PROOFREAD

Otoya is a master of flirtation, always surprising you with his unexpected and playful advances. Whenever you're at a party or in public, he'll casually do ninja moves with his hands, which would end in him holding your hand, or pulling you closer, or simply tickling your side. His flirting is so refined yet silly that it always leaves you giggling while a soft flush paints your cheeks.

In contrast, Karasu is more straightforward, often acting like a know-it-all. He has a habit of explaining complex topics to you, sometimes even mansplaining shit even when you don't wanna hear it. Despite his condescending nature, you can tell that Karasu deeply cares for you. He still insists that everyone is a moron and an idiot, but he makes sure to reassure you that he doesn't think you're clueless.

Together, the three of you make for a dynamic couple. The two men always make you feel both adored and secure in the relationship. When Karasu is at his exasperating best, Otoya is there to lighten the mood with his flirting, and vice versa.

You really feel privileged to be in the company of these two remarkable men, each bringing their unique strengths to the table.

Now that we've got that settled, let's see what kind of boyfriends they'd be like?

I think Otoya would be that kind of overly flirtatious bf, the kind to make you flustered at any moment, just to see how cute you look with your face all flushed. Also I reckon he'd like seeing you get jealous over him. He'd think it's such a turn on seeing your lovely face with a slight scowl on it, or a cute pout whenever you see him get a little too chatty with some girls.. I mean Otoya's got the charms ok, so it's inevitable he gets bitches. So whenever girls come around him just to "chat" he would talk to them, flashing his hot smirk and flatter them w compliments, like any womanizer would do.. HOWEVER, when he sees you get too mad he smugly looks at the bitches he was taking to and goes like "sorry ladies, I'm taken! My pretty gf is literally shooting daggers at me with her eyes, can't make the love of my life mad now can't I?!" And mind you, he says this with the hottest, most heart throbbing, pussy clenching, hot asf tone before looking at you and winking.

Eita loves you, he really does, you're the only woman he ever thinks about, the only person he has in his heart, and if you'd ever asked him to give you his heart he'd literally give it to you, but still he can't deny himself the satisfaction from seeing you get so mad.. it gives him such an ego boost.

As for Karasu, I don't think he'd be much on making you get jealous. I think he'd be kinda cold in the relationship, maybe not too much of a talkative unlike Eita. This doesn't mean he can't make you a flustering mess with just one gesture. I think he's the type to just randomly wrap an arm around you and pull you closer. This time, like Otoya, Karasu enjoys having you in his proximity, feeling your body's warmth on his makes him feel good, and happy to have you as his gf. (Maybe that's why he's always touching you whenever he's pounding you, but we'll get to that later lol) when you'd look up at him to ask him why he did that all of the sudden, he'd smirk, looking down at you telling you "you're mine sweetie, I can have you around as much as I want!" He'd say that with his charming voice, making you melt inside, blushing like an idiot schoolgirl. Of course he'd chuckle, pointing out how much of a flushing mess you are, which once again makes you even more flustered.

Now.. remember when I told you Otoya would get you jealous on purpose? Yeah, imagine he's doing that during a party, and of course you're pissed. Like you were supposed to enjoy your time together, but he decided it was a good time to bitch around(lol). So now you're like third.. no maybe fourth or even fifth wheeling, while some girls are flirting w your Otoya, so now you're sipping on your drink all alone.. Then, smug bitchy Karasu comes up to you from behind, and whispers something in your ear. He was shitting on Otoya's Rizz, which made you giggle. When he turned to see what you were chuckling at, Karasu was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, tilting your chin up, "he's such a moron! I don't know how he could let such a gorgeous girl like you go!" He affirmed, looking pettily at Eita before pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "You're my only one!" He confessed to you, but mostly it was to piss off Otoya.

Oh yes, these two are highly competitive when it comes to you. Every situation is a good opportunity for them to show how much of a good bf they can be and how they can be better than the other. It has always been like this, ever since the first moment they laid eyes on you. The first time they saw you, you were so gorgeous (you still are btw ❤️), looking ever so confident, your pretty hair swayed gracefully as you walked, and your angelic face really did a number on them. They bantered endlessly, arguing who would be the most suitable bf for you, until they both said fuck It, and they confessed to you at the same time.. you were so fluttered, your cheeks tinting a pink color, as you told them you liked them both and wanted to date them at the same time. They were a bit surprised at first but then they were fine with it, it could be interesting.. and sexy.

Back to our little scenario, otoya seeing the scene before him, just left the girls and walked up to you, and with a smirk said "my my ... What's happening here?" As he too wrapped an arm around your frame. He looked intensely in Karasu's eyes, another one of their stupid male contest shit. You knew that you had to intervene otherwise this would've led to them bantering. "Ok, what if we just stop with this childishness?!" You asked, putting yourself between the two men, "what childishness princess? I don't see anything childish in showing my love for you" said Eita, who hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, still looking smugly at Karasu. "Ha, weren't you flirting w some other girls just a few seconds ago?!" Chuckled Tabito.

Oh fuck.. not only were you now sandwiched between your two overly egoistic and competitive bfs, but they were also in the middle of their stupid bickering. "That is none of your business, plus, my sweet y/n knows I didn't mean any of that!" He said in a more deeper voice, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, before plastering a wet kiss on your very hot skin. "She knows I only have eyes for her, right y/n?" He asked, his sultry voice succefully seducing you, making you feel tingles of excitement. Your breath started to become slightly heavier, as you now felt Karasu's presence even closer than before, his face now low enough to face you, "well you're not the only one who has eyes for her dumbass" he spoke to his friend, his hand caressing your cheek as his body pressed flush on yours, his hardening bulge pressing on your lower abdomen... Oh shit, things are starting to heat up pretty quickly..

Otoya seeing this, pressed his hard-on on your butt too... Your face was now a deep shade of red, your mind too fogged by a forming lust to even find words. The men seeing your state, smirked, deciding it was best to continue this at home..

The night of passion begins with Otoya tenderly kissing your neck and shoulders, his fingers trailing down your body. Meanwhile, Karasu, is making out with you, his plush lips dancing in unison with yours as his tongues explores your mouth. His hands are on your breasts, massaging the soft mounds and teasing your hardened nipples.

Your arousal builds as the two men take turns worshiping your body. Their mouths and hands work in perfect unison, leaving you begging for them.

Now there's a few possibilities to what comes next, it's either they take turns eating you out, or it's just one of them who does that while the other gets a handjob..

When they're needy for your pussy, they'd take turns devouring your cute cunt. When Otoya's eating you out, his style can be best described as fluid, creative, and fun. He likes to tease, starting by licking around the outer lips of your vagina, tasting your sweet nectar. As he works his way in, his tongue undulates around your clit, occasionally sucking gently on it.

He varies his approach, sometimes using the flat of his tongue to tease the length of your slit or flicking it across your sensitive clit with a playful lightness. Eita's skilled at using his fingers, too, often rubbing your G-spot as he laps at your folds.

Karasu's oral sex style is a bit rougher, more determined. He wastes no time in getting to the heart of the matter. Once he positions himself between your legs, he applies pressure with his tongue, pressing firmly against your clit. The sensation is intense, and it always leaves you gasping for breath. Unlike otoya, Tabito is not one for teasing. He knows the spots to hit and focuses his efforts there. This direct approach, combined with his strong tongue, makes your body go soft like putty.

That's why, Otoya's behind you, holding you tightly as he kisses you intensely and whispers endless praises in your ear. These two men might be competitive sometimes, but just like in soccer those two make a great team, especially if it's for the purpose of pleasing you.

As for the second possiblity it depends, when one of them is devouring your puffy cunny, and the other is way too horny, I think they just take your hand and wrap it around their painfully hard cock, making you move your hand until you get what they want, so u start pumping their shaft, which elicits a moan from them ..

Now for penetration... It's inevitable the two of them would wanna fill your holes at the same time.. so each of them picks a hole to fuck for the night.. Easy🫠..

As they finally sink into you, you're enveloped by the warmth of their bodies and the euphoria of being desired by such exceptional men.

Otoya, known for his fluidity, starts with slow, deliberate thrusts, he fills you completely, drawing you in with each inward motion. And Karasu enters you with precision, his cock gliding inside, stretching you and filling you with his girth.

Your moans meld with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. The two men in perfect sync, their rhythms intertwining. The feeling of fullness is both overwhelming and exhilarating, making you cum so quickly, therefore making you clench so hard around them. The constant fluttering of your holes from the continuous stimulation drives the two men over the edge, spilling their seed deep inside your abused holes; or making them pull out and cumming on different part of your bodies, sometimes your face, your stomach, mouth.. it depends from their mood.

As the intensity of your lovemaking subsides, you find solace in the warmth of your two loving boyfriends. They tenderly cradle you, basking in the afterglow, and gently stroke your hair. The air is thick with the heady scent of sex and shared intimacy.

In this post-coital repose, you all revel in the vulnerability that comes with exposure. Y'all share whispers of love, appreciation, and tenderness. Eita, known for his charm and wit, might quip a joke, eliciting a soft giggle from you.

Karasu, ever the logical one, takes the opportunity to check in with you. He inquires about any needs or concerns, showing his thoughtful side.

In the end your trio, entwined, revels in the sweet calm that follows the storm of passion.

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