#they were v nice on the phone while making the appointment

[waitineedaname]

got an appointment to get assessed for adhd this weekend!!!!

[moonchild9350]

Drive

Summary: you've been pining after your chauffeur Hyunjin for years. one night, you decide to take things into your own hands, deciding the only opportunity you need is to take a little drive.

Pairing: chauffeur!Hyunjin x wealthy fab!reader

Genre: stranger to lover au, fluff, smut-18+MDNI

Word count:3.6k

Warnings: car sex, teasing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), finger sucking, masturbation, exhibitionism, cum tasting, p in v penetration, creampie (don't), alcohol usage, breeding kink, use of term miss (but not in a sexual way)

Notes: the whole time i wrote this, i was thinking of the song Drive which we all know is about driving only yep lol. I hope you enjoy!

If you liked, please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keeps me motivated ♡

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

The buildings pass by, disguised as large, blurry objects that are difficult to make out, each one blending in with the next. The other cars seem to be racing with yours, as they speed away to their destination.

You sit in the backseat, your phone in one hand as you respond to messages, your tongue poking out from the corner of your lips in concentration. As you pressed send on the last message, you tossed your head back with a sigh, throwing your phone down on the leather seat.

Closing your eyes, you let the air conditioner that is blowing gently from the vents above your head cool you down, as it was another insufferable, hot day. Your top was starting to stick to your skin, as you perspired. Damn you couldn't wait to get home and shower.

"Everything alright miss?"

You startle slightly at the husky voice, your eyes snapping open as you looked at the rearview mirror, where a pair of brown eyes were peering at you in concern.

"Yes, Hyunjin, I'm fine," you responded while tossing your hair back, giving him a good view of your chest where your cleavage was visible.

Hyunjin nodded, satisfied at your answer, his focus shifting back to the road.

You smirked, feeling a little more energized after the interaction. Hyunjin was your personal driver, appointed to you by your family. Each member had their own, as your family was wealthy and part of the elite of the city.

He was respectable and did his job well, taking you anywhere you needed to go. He was also good on the eyes. You loved sneaking a peek at his gorgeous, long brown hair, his beautiful brown eyes, and not to mention his luscious lips.

You decided to spice things up, as you were bored, but also slightly horny sitting within the proximity of a god himself.

You sat as seductively as you could and sighed again, Hyunjin taking the bait and looking up and into the mirror again to check on you. You kept eye contact, batting your eyelashes as you smirked at the man.

Hyunjin shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes darting to the road in front of him and back to the mirror to look at you.

Bringing your fingers to your lips, you slowly pushed the digits in, swirling your tongue around them, getting them nice and wet. You gently sucked on them, holding eye contact with Hyunjin the whole time.

You felt a jolt run through your body, settling in your core, causing your clit go throb. The thought of Hyunjin getting hot and bothered just because you were sucking your fingers, caused your pussy to clench as your slick seeped out into your panties.

You giggled as he shifted in his seat, as he let out a soft grunt. You knew he was clenching his hands on the steering wheel as you heard the sound of the leather crunch as he moved.

You continued to tease him, licking and sucking your fingers until the car pulled up to your drive way, the vehicle safely coming to a stop.

You withdrew your fingers with a pop, and wiped them on your shirt before grabbing your bag that was next to you. Before opening your door, you leaned closer to Hyunjin, placing your hand on the shoulder of his nice, crisp white shirt.

“See you later Hyunjin,” you purred, squeezing his arm before leaning back and opening the door.

“Bye miss,” Hyunjin said in a deep voice, watching as you slipped out the back seat, slammed the door, and walked away.

He sat there for a moment more, his cock twitching within your pants as he watched how your ass swayed with each step. He’s not sure what just happened, but chose to ignore it as he started the car again to park it in the garage.

You were happy with today’s event, happy that he fell for your charm. You knew the effect you had on Hyunjin, have known it for years.

You know he watches you from time to time in the car, as you walk away, his eyes glued to your ass. You’ve seen the way he eyes your cleavage when you lean a little too close when talking with him.

It will be easy to entice him, to ensnare him within your clutches using your charms.

It was laughable really, after all he’s just a man.

— —

The next day, you needed to have Hyunjin drive you to a small gathering, a celebration for the success of your new business.

You picked out your best lingerie set, smiling as you delicately pulled the black lace over your legs, snapped the lace bra over your breasts.

Picking up your red dress, you slipped it on, the material hugging your curves perfectly, showing off your shape. You topped it off with a diamond necklace and diamond studs, the light reflecting off the jewels and scattering throughout the room in the afternoon sunlight.

You slipped your heels on, fastening the buckles against your ankles. You felt satisfied as you took one last look in the mirror. Grabbing your clutch, you made your way out of your room, your heels echoing off the tile as you walked down the hall, the grand staircase, and finally out of the door.

Hyunjin was waiting for you, standing by the door of the car. You smirked as he eyed your body, his eyes widening as they traveled from your face to your tits. He lingered there before eyeing your curves and your legs before looking back up to your face.

“How are you miss?” Hyunjin asked, trying to cover up the lust in his voice.

“Very well, thank you,” you purred, sitting down on the seat as Hyunjin had already opened the door for you.

You slowly pulled your legs into the car, Hyunjin’s eyes traveling along the flesh. Once seated, you signaled to him that you were good, watching as he carefully closed the door. He got into the drivers seat and pulled away from your home.

You both sat in silence for the ride. You looked out the window, your mind on the man in front of you. You couldn’t help but wonder how his lips would feel on yours, how his hands would glide across your body as he takes you over and over.

You felt an ache form within your core, your arousal slowly seeping into your panties. You clenched your thighs together seeking friction as you imagined how big his cock is, and how he would look as he came, giving you loads of his cum.

You were so lost in thought, you didn’t hear Hyunjin announce that you were at your destination. You snapped out of your reverie and noticed how he had turned around in his seat, his eyes searching yours in concern, but mixed with something more. It was as if he knew what you were day dreaming about.

You cleared your throat and straightened up and opened your door. As you stepped out of the car, you took a breath of fresh air, your mind clearing from whatever that was swirling around in your brain.

“Thank you Hyunjin, I’ll see you later tonight.”

You didn’t hear his response as you had already slammed the door shut. You walked away from Hyunjin and towards the party, putting a smile on your face.

— —

The night passed, the drinks flowed. You danced the night away, as the alcohol coursed through you, causing that warmth you craved.

You were also warm elsewhere, your core throbbing, aching, needing to be touched, filled until you were satisfied. Your panties were soaked as you danced to the beat, the seductive song blaring on the speakers.

Your mind wandered as you moved, wishing Hyunjin was there, his arms on your waist as he held you from behind. You smiled at the thought of how you’d both get lost in each other, letting the music carry you to paradise.

However, as the song changed to something more upbeat, you watched as the picture materialized in front of you, disappearing from your mind. You needed Hyunjin and tonight you would have him.

— —

You sat outside on the step, breathing in the fresh air as the wind tickled your sweat coated skin. You were sipping a glass of water, eyes gazing in the distance as you waited for hyunjin. It was late and you were tired, but you still had that ache and that need for your chauffeur.

As you watched a black car pull up, you smiled, slowly getting to your feet. Hyunjin hurriedly got out of the car and rushed to your side.

“Miss…are you alright?” He inquired, his arms out, ready to stabilize you if needed.

“I’m fine Hyunjin,” you chuckled, gently pushing his arms away.

You walked next to him, his long legs matching your pace. You patiently waited as he opened the door, and slid in, your back relaxing against the plush leather seats.

It didn’t take long for hyunjin to get in and start the car, the house slowly fading away in the distance. You relaxed further in your seat, your eyes drifting up to where Hyunjin was sitting.

You watched as he gripped the steering wheel, the veins becoming more prominent with the motion. You sighed as you imagined those hands elsewhere, a shiver running down your spine and causing your pussy to flutter.

You leaned back as you began to run your hand over you body, eyes closing as your fingers brushed against your collarbone, inching lower until they reached your thighs.

Opening your eyes, you looked at the man in front of you, a soft smiling reaching your lips as your fingers inched higher, the digits playing with the hem of your dress.

You felt like you were floating, not quite drunk but enough to where you felt uninhibited. Every touch was heightened causing little ripples in your belly, your core aching and dripping.

Hyunjin was still watching you, his eyes darting to the road and back to yours. You kept eye contact with him through the mirror, as you spread your legs wider for easier access.

You touched the pads of your fingers to your soaked panties, apply slight pressure on the material right over your clit. You gasped out as you circled the nub through the cloth, waves of pleasure spreading with each twist of your wrist.

Biting your lip, you reached down to remove the offending clothing, dragging your sticky, wet panties down your legs. You tossed them on the floor, and ground your thighs together, your slick steadily dripping from your pussy and onto the leather seats below.

Hyunjin held his breath as he watched you dip your fingers into your sopping hole, deeper and deeper until you squealed, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet car.

He gripped the steering wheel harder, his knuckles turning white as he felt his cock fill out within the confines of his pants. You were a tease, and it was driving him insane.

You knew you had him, smiling as he stopped at a red light, his attention now solely on you. You fingered your self harder, faster, the wet sounds filling the car causing you to groan and Hyunjin to whine.

You chuckled as he shifted in his seat, his eyes on your pussy. With each thrust of your fingers, your palm caught your clit just right, your high approaching fast.

Your moans filled the car as you stroked your sweet spot, the warm feeling in your belly building until it snapped, pleasure spreading the your body as your walls spasmed around your fingers. You thrashed around as you rode out your high, your arousal drenching the seats below. Once you came down, you withdrew your fingers and smiled.

“Enjoyed the view Hyunjin?” You cooed, watching as he blushed and cleared his throat, his gaze turning back to the road, as the light had since turned green.

You relaxed on the seat spent, satisfied at easing the ache within your core. It didn’t take long however, until you felt the throbbing within your core wanting to be filled again.

Hyunjin suddenly stopped the car and got out, causing you to sit up in your seat, shocked that you were already home. However when you looked out the window, you noticed you were not home but in an abandoned parking lot.

Confused, you cocked your head, wondering what hyunjin was doing. Before you could react, hyunjin opened the door and got into the back seat with you, leaving the door wide open for anyone to see.

“Please, please, need you miss!”

You stared at the man in front of you, shock in your eyes. That shock soon turned to a smirk as you brushed your hand through his hair as he whimpered.

“You can have me baby,” you purred as you slightly yanked on the strands of his hair. “You can start by cleaning up this mess.”

Hyunjin looked at you before looking at the seat, the leather slick with your arousal. He licked his lips and whined before lowering his head and touching his tongue to the pool of liquid.

He groaned at the taste before he fervently started to lick up your slick. You ran your fingers through his hair as he cleaned up the seat, your pussy clenching at the sight.

“Nasty baby aren’t you, licking up my cum from the seat. It’s ok, I have more for you,” you said lifting his head up from the seat.

His tongue was still out, his eyes hooded as you brought his face closer to your pussy. You moaned as he attached his mouth to your clit, sucking the bud within his pillowly lips.

You gripped his hair harder, moving his head up and down, his tongue slack as you rode the muscle. You whined as Hyunjin pressed his face further against your folds and stuck his tongue within your entrance as deep as it could go.

Hyunjin fucked your little hole, catching every drop of your arousal on his tongue, making sure not to waste a drop. You felt pleasure trickle through your core each time his nose brushed against your clit, leaving you breathless each time.

You smiled down at the man below you, your heart beating erratically as he worshiped your pussy, eating you out like a man starved.

“Keep going baby, m’close,” you moaned rocking your hips against his face causing Hyunjin to groan, your pussy clenching at the vibrations.

Hyunjin lapped his way back up to your clit, suckling your bundle of nerves within his plush lips. He sucked hard and fast, his tongue darting out to flick the bud left and right.

You were close, that feeling of ecstasy within your reach. You pushed Hyunjin’s face further against you, smoothering him in your essence as the band within you snapped, your orgasm hitting you hard for the second time that night.

Your pussy contracted over nothing, your arousal seeping out with each spasm, coating Hyunjin’s lips and chin. Your fingers carded through Hyunjin’s hair as you rode out your high, little whimpers leaving your lips at the aftershocks.

It was becoming too much as he was still attached to your clit. You weakly pushed at his head, trying to get him to stop.

“S’too much Hyun,” you begged, watching as he leaned back to look at you, his face glistening with your arousal in the darkness of the car.

Overwhelmed with admiration for you, hyunjin leaned forward, pressing his lips to your in a passionate kiss. You groaned as you tasted yourself on him, your tongue darting out to lick along his lips.

Hyunjin shoved his tongue within your mouth, the muscle tangling with yours in a mess of teeth and spit. You reached down to touch his bulge, his cock hard within the confines of his pants. You palmed his erection, giving it a slight squeeze as he whimpered against your lips.

“Please miss, can I fuck you?” Hyunjin asked, his voice laced with desperation. “Need to feel you, please,” the last words fading out softly as he continued begging.

You wanted nothing more than to feel the man you’ve been pining over for what felt like ages. You lifted your dress up higher and maneuvered yourself to where you were on all fours.

Hyunjin quickly got up, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down, sighing as his cock sprang free. You looked back, your mouth watering at the appendage.

You knew he was a godsend but the sight of his cock made your pussy clench. You watched as he stroked his shaft, the sight of the pretty vein on the underside of his cock causing you to leak more slick. He wasn’t very long but girthy, complete with a mushroom tip that was red and leaking.

You arched your back further with a sigh as he brushed his cock through your folds, coating it with your slick. He teased you again and again, as he pushed the tip in just to withdraw it moments later.

You were frustrated and horny, needing to be filled with cock, and you needed it now.

“Fuck me Hyun, give me your cock baby,” you cooed.

Hyunjin grunted before pushing his length all the way in, stretching you out nicely, a mixture of pain and pleasure radiating through your core. It didn’t take you long to start moving your hips, as you met his thrusts, fucking yourself on his cock.

Your moans mixed with his, the only other sounds being the wet squelch of your pussy as he fucked you and the crickets surrounding the car in the night air.

You clenched around him, reveling in the feeling of his cock massaging your walls, hitting so deep you were seeing stars, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Hyunjin fucked you hard but slow, making sure you felt each stroke. He angled his hips so he could reach deeper, his cock rubbing against that sweet spot within.

He gripped your ass, massaging the flesh, his cock twitching at how your little hole sucked him in each time. He was close, and he wanted nothing more than to fill you to the brim with his cum, the thought of breeding you driving him insane.

What would your family think if he gave you his baby? Their beloved prestigious daughter swollen with the chauffeur’s child…his child.

His hips sped up at the prospect as he chased his high. He needed to cum but he wanted you to first. Reaching down and around you, he found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the bud.

You mewled out, being caged in by him as he fucked you, the feeling almost primal, like you both were nothing more than animals. His fingers on your clit sent shivers down your spine, the pressure building in your core, threatening to overflow.

“Gonna cum miss,” Hyunjin groaned, as he continued his assault on your body. “Can I fill you up? Lemme breed you, make you mine.”

Your pussy clenched at his words, the thought of you dripping with his cum turning you on.

“Yes, Hyun, fill me up, breed me.”

With a groan, hyunjin stilled his hips as spurts of cum flooded your walls. At the feel of him filling you up, you let go, your pussy spasming around his cock, aiding in milking him dry.

You were still caged in by Hyunjin’s body, his breath fanning across your shoulder as he came down from his high. He pressed gentle kisses down your spine, his fingers trailing down your skin before withdrawing his softened cock.

You whimpered as you felt his cum seep out of your pussy, the liquid dripping onto the leather seats, likely causing a stain after tonight’s activities.

“Wait here miss,” Hyunjin said softly.

In your periphery you saw him walk to the passenger door and open it up, his hands reaching into the glove box for some napkins. He came back around and began to clean you up before fixing your dress and helping you up.

Once done, he tossed the messy napkins away and cradled your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.

You preened in the intimate moment, you eyes lost in his brown ones as you both stared at each other in silence. You heard the crickets chirp, the occasional hoot of an owl, and your own heart beating wildly within your chest.

“Miss….” Hyunjin began, but you cut him off, holding up a hand.

“Call me y/n,” you said, “of course only when we’re alone.”

Hyunjin nodded and visibly swallowed. “Y/n,” he said, trying out the name. He quite liked it and definitely could get used to it.

You thought he was going to continue, as he continued to stare at you, like he had something to say.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips barely opening at the statement.

Hyunjin leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips. It was unhurried, soft and gentle, nothing like the kiss of passion you shared earlier.

He pulled away first, his forehead resting against yours. Your mind was running a mile a minute, wondering what would happen now. You’ve always wanted him, but now that you do, would he want you?

Your thoughts were answered as he took your hands in his and said, “be mine y/n.”

You smiled as you let out a little chuckle. “Of course Hyun,” you said, more than happy to be his and only his.

Hyunjin smiled back, kissing the back of your hands.

“Guess we’re going to have to take more drives huh,” Hyunjin said, a little smirk on his face.

You most definitely would, that’s for sure.

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[sleepyjuice]

patience is a virtue - jj maybank

Summary: you finally get on birth control, which means you and jj finally get to raw dog it, whoop

Warnings: 18+!!!!!!!! SMUT, p in v sex (reader is on birth control but theoretically both parties are tested and clean and exclusively sleeping with each other), little bit of praise kink, cream pie, fluff? soft jj <3

wc: 2771 wtf 🫣

A/N: so I decided to start writing again and then this happened lol. I’m probably rusty and this is my first time writing for jj so I hope it’s okay and y’all enjoy!!!<3

Jj had been counting down the days until your doctor's appointment. You were finally getting on birth control, the arm implant, to be specific. You had done your research, as well as an initial consultation with your doctor to go over all of your options and decided that the ‘one and done’ route would be the best for you.

You and jj had been together for a little over a year, using condoms every time you had sex. As much as you both liked the security of you not getting pregnant, you both wanted more, you both craved more. Not only that, but you had irregular and horribly painful periods and when your doctor mentioned that being on birth control could stop your periods, that was more than enough to convince you to take that step.

The day finally came, though, and jj insisted on driving you to your appointment, ignoring your assurance that it was a quick and easy procedure.

“jj, it’s not like I’m getting put under for a major surgery or something, it’ll probably be only like ten minutes. No medicine or anything.” You told him as you buckled your seatbelt. There was no changing his mind.

jj rolled his eyes as he started up the twinkie, already having made arrangements with john b over a week ago to let him borrow the van.

“I know, baby, but this is a big moment, wanna be there for you.” He said with a grin, pulling onto the road and starting towards your doctor’s office.

“Well, I appreciate it. I honestly think you’re more excited than I am.” You giggled, glancing over at your boyfriend as you pulled your hair up into a ponytail.

“Now what makes you say that?” He teased, knowing damn well he had this appointment marked in his phone calendar and his extra ass even drew a dick and a smiley face on your little desk calendar you had.

You had arrived shortly after, and just as you predicted, the whole appointment only took about ten minutes and was pretty painless. jj waited in the car for you to be done, smiling ecstatically at you once he saw you make your way out the office doors and towards the twinkie.

“How was it? Did it hurt?” He asked as soon as you got into the car, looking at your arm that was now wrapped in a bright pink bandage.

You shook your head, leaning across the seat to softly kiss your boyfriend, his hands finding your hair first before slowly trailing down your body to rub on your thighs as he deepened the kiss. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, so you pulled away with a laugh.

“Nope, nope, don’t even think about it. This thing doesn’t start working for seven days.” You told him, smiling innocently at him as you watched his face drop. You swore all the light in his eyes left his body for a second. He was so dramatic.

You were obviously disappointed too. It would have been nice to go straight home and have what would probably be the best sex of your life right away. But then you would have to go and buy a Plan B, and then this would all be for nothing.

“Now what the fuck? How are they gonna call this shit modern medicine but that shit doesn’t start working for a week?” jj scoffed, one of his hands still resting on your thigh while his other raised to softly graze your bandage, “like, they put a whole ass stick in your arm. What’s it even doing for these seven days? Just sitting in there doing nothing? They really need to make advancements to this shit.” he rambled on, but he couldn’t help but start laughing once you did.

“You are the most dramatic person I have ever met. We just gotta wait it out. Although, with all this anticipation, hopefully you can last more than a minute.” You mumbled the last part, your gaze leaving jj’s as you buckled your seatbelt, knowing he would start huffing over your comment.

And that he did, huffing as he started the car, running his fingers through his hair. “That’s — shut the fuck up. Don’t act like this won’t be torture for you, too.” He mumbled back, backing out of the parking lot and heading towards the chateau.

It had been a long week since your appointment. You and jj had never gone this long without having sex. You could have still used a condom in the meantime, but after a conversation in bed the first night, you had both decided to wait until you could do it raw for the first time. You were struggling, to say the least, but you had more composure than jj did all week.

He wasn’t making it easy though. The way he cuddled against you in bed, his hard dick pressing into your lower back made you crave the feeling of him inside of you. You almost caved multiple times every time he touched you, you just wanted more. But he respected your agreement, even though it was just as torturous for him. Touching your skin, seeing the way the bottom of your ass cheeks stuck out of the bottom of your shorts, all he wanted to do was rip your clothes off and bury himself inside of you. But he could wait, it would be worth it.

It couldn’t have been more perfect timing. Day seven had finally come around and your beautiful and wonderful friends all happened to have plans, which meant you and jj had the chateau to yourselves. It truly felt like a gift from god.

It was late morning, the soft glow of the sun peaking through the sheer blinds of the bedroom jj had made his own had woken you from your sleep. jj was still sleeping soundly next to you, his face pressed against your neck, an arm draped firmly across your waist.

“jay,” you whispered, softly rubbing circles on the back of his neck, your face being close enough to leave soft kisses in his messy blonde hair.

“mm- oh, fuck,” jj rasped, quickly gaining consciousness as he realized it was finally morning. He was so excited to sleep last night because it meant the next day would come quicker. It was like a kid on Christmas Eve. “it’s time?” He lifted his head from your neck, rolling himself over so he was on top of you, his hands holding himself up above your head on the pillow.

“It’s time,” you giggled, reaching up to cup his cheeks, “I’m done being patient. Need you inside me.” You whispered, and at that, jj leaned down, connecting your lips. He wasn’t completely rough, but he wasn’t gentle, and god did you miss this.

Your lips didn’t part from one another as his hands moved their way down your body. His fingers fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt that clad your body, yet another thing making him absolutely feral.

You disconnected to breathe, and so that he could lift your shirt above your head, discarding it on the cluttered floor. You looked up at him, now only in your panties, finding that familiar comfort that lived in those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“Fuck, missed seeing you like this, baby.” He panted, his breath hot on your skin as he lowered his mouth down to your tits, his tongue circling your sensitive nipple as you gasped, reaching up to entangle your fingers in his hair.

He soon took your whole nipple in his mouth, humming in satisfaction against the warm skin, while also lowering his body to grind his boxer clad dick against your wet center. He was achingly hard, no doubt his boxers were already stained with the precum that was eagerly leaking out of his sensitive tip.

You whimpered softly as he grazed his teeth against your nipple as he sucked sloppily, the feeling of his mouth on you making your center pulsate harder.

“jj, need you, please..” you whined, grinding your hips up against his dick, the fabric beneath the two of you was too much. You needed him.

“Okay, baby, okay,” he breathed, pulling his mouth off of your nipple with a pop, leaving the skin red and wet, “need to taste you first.” He added before scooting down further on the bed, giving himself enough room to pull his shirt over his head and discard it with yours.

He quickly repositioned himself in front of your legs, his ring clad fingers cold on your skin as he pushed your knees apart, sliding his hands up your thighs as he spread your legs. He was met with your underwear which you could feel was soaked, and you were sure it was quite the sight for him to see.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re soaked.” He hummed, palming his hands up and down your thighs until he reached the waistband of your underwear, his fingers not hesitating to pull the fabric down your legs and off of your body completely.

“There she is,” jj smiled at the sight of your pussy before him, running a finger through your wet folds, circling your entrance and sliding it back up to rub torturously slow circles against your clit. He was acting as though your pussy was his best friend who he hadn’t seen in months. Again, he was dramatic.

“Please, jay, fuck, you — you can’t torture me now, ‘s been way too long.” You whined, your eyes shutting for a moment as you clenched around nothing, his touches making your veins feel like fire. You needed something.

“M’kay, baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just missed this. Don’t like not having you for so long.” He finally gave in, lowering his head to finally take you in his mouth, his tongue flicking quickly against your clit as his wet lips closed around it, sucking the sensitive bud in his warm mouth.

You couldn’t hold back the moans that fell from your lips, the feeling of his mouth finally on you mixed with the soft breaths leaving his nose that was pressed against your pelvic bone was everything.

“That’s right, that’s good, yeah? Just what you needed?” He pulled back for only a moment to glance up at you as you nodded quickly in response before his middle finger teased your wet entrance. Without another word, he pushed his finger inside of you, bringing his mouth back on your clit at the same time as he began pumping his finger inside of your tight pussy, not missing the sweet gasp that left your parted lips.

He got a rhythm going as he always did, eventually adding his index finger, stretching your tight walls around his fingers as his mouth moved sloppily against your clit. It was a wet mess already, his chin and fingers completely soaked with your juices, the sound of your moans and his soft praises filled the room as he quickened his pace, bringing you closer to your high.

“I’m close, fuck me, I’m gonna come-“

It took only a few more pumps from jj, the way he curled his fingers perfectly, not missing a beat as your stomach tightened before contracting, your eyes squeezing shut as you moaned loudly, reaching forward again to grip tightly onto your boyfriends hair, pulling rather hard as your orgasm took over your body.

Your pussy clenched around his fingers as he pulled them out, bringing them up to his lips to lick them clean as he grinned lovingly at you.

“That’s good, baby, you’re so good for me,” he cooed, leaning down once again to press a sweet kiss onto your sensitive clit, making your breath hitch as you came down from your high. “You ready for me now? Been dreaming of this since I met you.” jj studied your face for any sign of hesitation, brushing a loose strand of hair that had fallen by your eyes.

“I’m ready, please, need to feel you.” You responded rather quickly, wholeheartedly enjoying the foreplay, but this is what you had been waiting for, you were ready to feel him fully.

“I got you, I got you…” he gave a quick kiss to your lips before sitting up and removing his boxers. His cock sprung free, happily unrestricted now, his tip red and swollen, precum now leaking out down his shaft.

You watched as he gave himself a few quick pumps, lubricating himself with his precum before positioning his cock in front of your pussy, gathering your wetness onto his tip before lining himself up with your entrance.

One hand held his cock as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, the other holding your bare waist. It was immediate euphoria for the both of you. You both had no idea what utter pleasure had been beneath the thin condom you had grown so accustomed to.

jj paused once he bottomed out, his eyes meeting yours as you nodded profusely for him to keep going. He needed a second, your joke about him not lasting was now fresh on his mind, but he was determined to make this last for the both of you, and he would be damned if he didn’t give you at least one more orgasm.

“Fuck me, Y/N, holy shiiitt you feel so perfect. So perfect for me. Pussy was made for me.” He groaned, taking a deep and shaky breath before he felt like he could begin moving again.

And so he did, his thick cock pushing in and out of you as you desperately reached up to grab the back of his neck, your fingernails digging into the soft skin making his little curses and moans grow louder.

Sex had never felt this good before, no barriers at all, just jj, completely jj. Watching his eyebrows furrow in pure and utter pleasure as his lips parted was sending your stomach into a frenzy and realistically you both knew that this first time going raw wouldn’t last too much longer, but that was okay.

“Love you, love you, feels so good, just— fuck, harder, please, I’m close.” You whined, your pussy clenching around jj’s cock as he quickened his pace, his hand that was holding your waist now moving down to rub at your clit, knowing that was going to do it for you.

“C’mon, baby, let go, yeah? Come for me, fuck — love you so much, so so good..” he praised, his cock hitting your sweet spot so perfectly while his fingers worked tirelessly against your clit, and that was all it took for your orgasm to hit you at full force, showing no mercy as your back arched, your fingers digging even deeper into your boyfriend’s skin. You didn’t even know what words left your mouth as you rode out your high, but you couldn’t care less.

jj’s gaze left your eyes as he looked down at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, juices everywhere, no doubt leaving a mess on the sheets. But the sight of that alone, mixed with the euphoria of being inside of you completely raw, not to mention the way your pussy clenched repeatedly around his cock, that was it for him. He pushed in one last time, his tip hitting deep inside of you as he came, truly inside of you for the first time. Thick spurts of come shot into you as he completely lost his composure, his arms unable to hold him up any longer, collapsing against your bare chest.

“My baby, god, fuck, I love you so much, you’re… ahh, fuck.” jj moaned one last time, needing a moment to catch his breath before he could move again. What felt like forever was only a few seconds, however, and he slowly pulled his softening cock out of you, not missing the way you winced at not only the sensitivity but the loss of fullness.

Taking a breath, jj leaned over the side of the bed to grab his t-shirt, gently wiping up his mess that was now spilling out of you. He made a mental note to put a towel down next time, might save a load of laundry, and a shirt.

“You did so good, baby. I’ve never felt so good in my fucking life.” He kissed your swollen lips once he finished wiping you up, smiling tiredly at your sweet post orgasm face, cheeks pink with a small but satisfied little smile on your lips.

“Yeah, no, that was well worth the wait.”

[bunnithechubs]

transcript:

[TEXT THREAD W. REINA] yesterday V: Good Morning, Blue. Ami I finally going to get a response from you? R: SimPay $250 NAILS V: Can I at least get a pic of your nails??? Today 10:15 AM V: Morning, Blue. hope you enjoyed your nail appointment. Think we can grab coffee soon?

V: What's for lunch today, Dad? A: Salmon stew. How was your work out, Papi? V: Pretty good. I was actually able to increase my reps. A: That's good! Go on and eat. I'll meet you after I make my espresso. V: Alright, thanks for the food dad.

A: By the way, your brother said he wanted to come visit. V: sighs You mean he wants to come here to lecture me. A: He just misses you and he’s even bringing Mae with him. Dad, you don’t have to lie. V: I know he’s mad at me partying. A: If he is he has not said anything to me. I think he just missed us while he was in Henford. V: Riiiiight. A: Go up and shower. I’ll clean up, Papi. He’ll be here soon.

[TEXT THREAD W. REINA CONT.] 11:30 AM V: Blue. just let me follow you, damn.

[TEXT THREAD W. REINA CONT.] 12: 06 PM V: I will literally give you whatever you want if you let me follow you. R: SimPay $1.5K PICTURE

[TEXT THREAD W. REINA CONT.] 12:10 PM V: I really wanna be vulgar to you right now, but I'm trying to stay on your good side. R: ?? V: ... your boobs + my face = dream come true 12:30 PM V: Alright Reina. I'm tired of the thirsting over you. I'm making reservations for dinner. I want to take you on a date. Saturday night, I'll send you a car at 7:30 pm. R: See you, Satursday. R: I will not be seein gyou clubbing or seeing women, correct? V: No you will not, Reina.

A: You’ve been on your phone a lot lately. Did you finally get through to Jennifer? V: No. Jennifer blocked me a while ago. I met someone new and I’m going to take her out Saturday. A: Who is this new girl who has my son smiling and texting so much? [doorbell rings] V: We’ll have to save that for another time dad.

C: Hey Vin- V: Hand her over! sighs C: Nice to see you too. coos V: You missed your Uncle Vinny huh? Man she’s getting so big. Last time I saw her she barely had any hair. C: Don’t remind me, I wish I could keep her that small forever. She loved the bear you got her for Winterfest by the way. V: I knew she would. See that’s why Uncle Vinny is your favorite- right?

A: There’s my hijo. How was the trip here? C: Hey dad, smooth. The roads here are clearer than in Newcrest. A: No Kitty today? Nope just Mae and me. C: Kitty had a deposition for work. She sends her love though. A: How’s she doing with the pregnancy? C: It’s been pretty rough for her so I’m convinced it’s a boy. A: Do you want me to come by more often to give her a break? C: That would help out a lot actually. A: I’ll pack a bag and stay a few nights. Give Vinny some time alone.

A: She must have been up the whole car ride with how quickly she went down. C: Oh yeah, she babbled at me the whole drive. She definitely got that from her mother. A: Soon she will have a little sibling babbling with her. C: Yeah, I hope they are best friends. A: You boys were close as kids. I’m sure they will be too. Do you think she will be jealous with there being a new baby? C: I don’t think so but I’m sure we will handle it if it comes up.

C: So, Vinny- V: I’m fine, Cain. C: You expect me to believe that? V: I expect you to act like my brother and trust me when I say I’m fine. C: There is no world where going out every night and sleeping with multiple women in a week is fine, Vinny. V: You’re one to talk. Need I remind you of where I learned this from? C: Exactly. I wasn’t fine when I was doing the same shit you were. So want to try this again but with honesty?

V: I am being honest- I’m fine. C: So Jen having a new boyfriend doesn’t bother you? V: No and why do we even need to bring her up? She broke up with me, remember? C: Vinny, she asked for space and you said- V: I knew she reached out to you. C: She did and for good reason. V: Look, I’m fine. I found a new girl and I actually like her. Ask dad I haven’t been out this week and I haven’t been seeing anyone. A: He’s not lying. C: Dude, a girl is not going to fix what’s eating at you inside.

V: This is why we never talk anymore. You’re too damn nosey. If I want to sleep with all of the women in San Myshuno then I will. Right now I really like this girl and I’m on my best behavior. Maybe you should send her a thank you card or something. C: What’s her name- maybe I will? V: I’m not telling your nosey ass one more thing. C: You really like her? V: I do. C: Then I hope it works out for the best Vinny. I just want to see you happy. That’s all. V: Start with bringing Mae around more and hanging out with me. C: I can do that.

[maybejj]

The Beginning of Us.

Part 2

babydaddy!Rafe x sweetheart!reader

masterlist

summary: You and Rafe were high school sweethearts that continued into college however Rafe went down the wrong path and you found out you were pregnant. 4 years later finds you and Rafe trying to navigate co-parenting your 3 year old son while overcoming life’s obstacles and past experiences.

warnings: swearing, rafe checking out reader

word count: 1.5k

You had just put Asher down for a nap, quickly getting your stuff together by the door. Your best friend, Ashton, was opening her own bakery store today and you promised her that you would be there to help. You had called Rafe earlier in the week to make sure he was available to watch Asher while you were gone, you both had trust issues when it came to having anyone else watch your son after what happened the last time.

When you had called Rafe, he said he was free to watch Asher, that he didn’t have anything else going on. That wasn’t the case. After you got off the phone, he immediately rescheduled all his meetings that fell on that Friday morning. His Dad was pissed off with him because of it but he couldn’t care less. His family, his son, came first. He would always be there for his son and you, if you’d let him.

Ever since Asher was born, he made a promise to himself that he would clean up his act and make up for how he treated you while you were pregnant with his son. He had a long way to go but he was trying.

You were putting your earrings on in the bathroom when you heard him come in. You could hear him set his stuff down on the counter in the kitchen before coming to find you.

Rafe came into view of the bathroom doorway, looming over you. He couldn’t help himself, his eyes traveled your figure. You were wearing a baby blue sundress that came down to your knees. The top half was tighter than the bottom, making your breasts sit very nicely, snug. The v-neck wasn’t too deep, just enough to leave your imagination running wild and his definitely was. You were beautiful, that was the simplest way to put it. Your figure had changed since you were together in high school and college but damn, you never looked better. If anything, he found you more attractive after birthing his son.

“Again, I’m sorry this is kinda late notice. I only told you about it a couple days ago. It completely slipped my mind until Ashton called me the other day and that’s when I called you-” You continued to ramble on until Rafe’s deep voice stopped you mid sentence.

“Don’t have to apologize, you’re allowed to have a life. Besides, this gives me an excuse to show Asher some new tractor catalogs I got in the mail the other day.” Rafe smiled at you, leaning against the doorway, “Little man asleep?”

You nodded while fluffing your hair and giving yourself one more glance over in the mirror. You were about to leave the bathroom but when you turned you noticed some of your hair sticking out of place.

“Shit,” you muttered to yourself. You turned back to the mirror and picked up your comb. Your hair was curled lightly but it had been giving you trouble all morning.

“You look good, stop stressing. You’re going to be late.” Rafe murmured, rolling his eyes half heartedly. You stopped with the comb halfway to your hair, slightly blushing after his comment.

Your relationship with Rafe was complicated. You were together for three years before you broke it off. You were done watching him waste his life away with drugs and alcohol in college but shortly after you ended things, you found out you were pregnant. To put it nicely, he was a complete asshole while you were pregnant. He wasn’t there for the appointments, the cravings, the hormones, the complications towards the end. The drugs took over his life and he took it out on you while you were the most vulnerable you had ever been.

Once Asher was born though, that’s when it changed. Rafe barely made it to the hospital when you went into labor but once he was allowed to see Asher for the first time? You swear you watched something switch in him. You didn’t even have to say anything to him, he said it for you.

He had tears in his eyes while holding his son for the first time, Asher was sleeping with his head resting on Rafe’s chest. You were watching them closely. You didn’t know if Rafe was currently high or not but you wanted him to at least see his son for the first time.

With silent tears running down his face, Rafe turned to you in the hospital bed, “I’m going to get better. For him. For you. I’m done. I don’t want my son growing up and seeing his father like this. He deserves better and so do you. I’m going to prove it to you.”

After he left the hospital that night, he checked himself into a six week rehab facility and stuck to his word. He hadn’t drank or done drugs since. He was slowly restoring your faith in him. It took a while to get where you were today but he was still determined to prove himself to you and Asher, he never stopped. While he was a good dad and a better person today, it was still hard to forget how he treated you while you were pregnant with his son. You tell yourself that’s why you weren’t together now. You had convinced yourself you both were better off just co-parenting.

Your phone ringing in the other room caught both of your attention, both of your heads snapping in the direction of the living room.

You excused yourself from the bathroom, brushing against Rafe as you made your way to your phone. You smiled as you answered, “I swear I’m about to leave.”

“You better be, I’m stressing out over here and I need my best friend ASAP!” Ashton’s hurried voice came across the phone.

“Deep breaths, I’m saying goodbye to Asher and then I’m heading your way. You’re going to do great.” You grabbed your purse as you put your phone against your ear and shoulder, sliding your sandals on at the same time.

“Give my namesake a hug and kiss for me! See you soon babe.” Ashton quickly said before hanging up. You had name your son after Ashton. You had been friends with her since you were 10 years old. You did everything together, including going to the same college. She was also there the entire time you were pregnant, taking you to every appointment and drying your tears.

You laughed before shoving your phone in your purse. Rafe had taken a spot on the couch and was trying to find a good channel to settle on. He raised his eyebrows in your direction when he saw you walking towards Asher’s room.

“I’m just going to poke my head into his room and give him a kiss. Thats all.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Rafe snorted, “If you’re in a hurry, I wouldn’t do that. You know it’ll wake him up.”

“Maybe but I have to say goodbye to my baby. And we both know you’re just as excited as him, if not more, to show him the tractor magazines.” You turned around and faced him while you talked, still walking backwards to your son’s room.

Rafes loud laugh followed you into Asher’s room as you opened the door. The room was painted red and blue, his favorite colors due to Spider-Man being his favorite superhero. You walked over to his bed, crouching down to his height. He was laying on his stomach, his arms and legs flopped crazily. You brushed his blonde hair away from his face and kissed his cheek.

“Mommy loves you so big baby.” You murmured. While he hadn’t been a planned baby, he was the best thing that ever happened to you.

Asher stirred gently at your hand against his face, his bright green eyes looking up at you. He instantly started waking up, a sleepy smile forming on his face. You smirked, Rafe was going to have so much fun chasing him around the apartment.

“Hi mommy,” Asher took one of his chubby hands and put it against your cheek. You turned your head and kissed the inside of his hand.

“Guess who’s here?”

Asher shot up so fast it nearly gave you whiplash.

“Daddy?!”

Before you could reply, Asher was running out of the room. You heard Rafe grunt from the living room while you started making your way back to them. When you got to the living room, you saw Rafe being smothered in a bear hug by Asher. Rafe just gave you a look that said, ‘I told you so’ while hugging Asher back.

“Alright I’m heading out now. Be good for daddy, Asher.” You blew Asher a kiss from the front door.

Rafe and Asher stopped what they were doing and looked your way. Rafe had a slight blush to his cheeks he was praying you couldn’t see and Asher was scrambling off the couch to get to you.

Asher barreled into your leg, “Bye Mommy!”

You ruffled his hair and hugged him back as best you could while he was hanging onto your leg, “See you later, baby.”

You sent Rafe a smirk. Asher was awake and full of energy now, he was going to have his hands full.

“Good luck.” You glanced at Rafe while he gave you a flat look. You laughed while you double checked one last time to make sure you had everything and stepped out the door.

[levisjinchuriki]

forever yours - chapter 5

summary: gojo invites you on your first outing alone together

warning: light fluff

word count: 2k

a/n: thank you everyone for all the love recently for this fic!! i'm so inspired to write for you guys, and because of that there will be a double upload tonight!! ch 6 coming v soon :) woot!!! <3

hey, there's a new café that just opened up downtown. i was thinking it might be nice to check it out together sometime. what do you think? 

you stare at your phone, nerves immediately consuming you. it’s such a simple suggestion, but the weight of what it represents feels immense. it’ll be your first time spending time with him without the presence of your son. and this…date will serve as your real first step into rediscovering the dynamic between the two of you. 

each time you reread the message, your heart races a little faster. it’s not just the idea of the café that’s making you anxious—it’s the significance of the outing itself. 

your hands tremble slightly as you type your reply. 

sounds great. what time works for you?

as you wait for his answer, the nervousness creeps in and settles deep in your stomach. it’s the kind of feeling that makes you second-guess every detail. it reminds you of how you felt before your first date with gojo years ago.

when you receive his message, your heart flutters at his thoughtfulness. 

i have a break between training tomorrow. meet around noon?

it means a lot that he’s finding time to fit you into his busy schedule. it’s a gesture that speaks volumes, especially given that his work commitments were a major issue during your marriage. the fact that he’s making an effort to carve out time for you, despite his demanding responsibilities, means so much.

a small smile tugs at your lips as you reply. it’s a simple suggestion, but it represents a big step towards normalcy, a chance to reconnect without the weight of past conflicts hanging over you.

noon works for me. see you then

—

you’re surprised to see utahime holding a bouquet of fresh flowers at your doorstep that afternoon. she has a bright, cheerful smile on her face as she greets you. although you’re happy to see her, you question her about the unexpected visit.

“you’ve had so much on your plate lately. it’s time you treated yourself a little” she says happily. 

you take the flowers as she continues. “i’ve booked you an appointment for some much-needed pampering. you’ll get a fresh wash, trim, and style. and, just to top it off, i’ve also scheduled a foot massage for you”. utahime had always been a generous friend, but this is far too kind.

your eyes widen in surprise. you had been cooped up putting much effort into your appearance in a while. you hadn’t realized just how much you needed this—some time to focus on yourself, to breathe, to reset. the thought of a relaxing day and a fresh new look sounds perfect.

“i… i don’t know what to say,” you finally manage. “this is so thoughtful of you”

utahime waves off your thanks with a casual flick of her hand. “you deserve it. i know you’ve been going through a lot, and it’s important to take care of yourself” she reasons. utahime’s enthusiasm is infectious, and you find yourself swept up in her excitement. you quickly put the flowers in a vase with some water before grabbing your bag and heading out.

as you drive to the salon, utahime chatters away, making light conversation and sharing snippets of her own experiences with self-care and pampering. her company is warm and you appreciate her support.

the staff are warm and welcoming as you enter the salon. utahime gives them her name and you both are brought over to two stylists waiting for you. as you settle into the chair, you can’t help but feel a little self-conscious. it’s been a while since you had any sort of professional grooming, and the idea of seeing yourself with a fresh new look feels both exciting and intimidating. 

you discuss your preferences with the stylist, a bit apprehensive about the transformation. the stylist is reassuring, promising you a great outcome. she starts with a fresh wash, the warm water flowing over your hair as she massages your scalp with soothing shampoo. the gentle kneading helps to ease some of the tension you've been carrying, and the aromatic scent of the shampoo adds a relaxing touch.

next comes the trim. as she snips away, you feel the weight of your old style falling away, along with some of the stress and uncertainty that have been weighing on you. each step of the process is soothing and therapeutic, a chance for you to let go of stress and embrace something new.

by the time you’re done, you’re pleasantly surprised at your reflection. the precise cuts reshape your hair, adding a fresh, vibrant look that feels both rejuvenating and empowering. the new style feels like a perfect blend of fresh and familiar, enhancing your features in a way that feels both flattering and comfortable. the change in your appearance feels like a small but important step toward embracing this new phase in your life. 

the appointment doesn’t end there. soon, you and utahime migrate to the other side of the salon, where a soothing foot massage awaits you. you sink into the plush chair and let out a sigh of relief as the therapist’s skilled hands work out the knots and tension in your feet. you get the works- lotions, essential oils, a hot towel… it’s a small luxury that feels wonderfully indulgent, and you find yourself relaxing more deeply than you have in months.

as the massage progresses, you can’t help but reflect on the gesture. it’s more than just a makeover; it’s a reminder that you’re supported and cared for, even when things seem overwhelming. utahime’s thoughtful surprise brings a genuine smile to your face, and you reach over to give her hand a grateful squeeze. 

by the time the day comes to a close, you feel rejuvenated and uplifted. the outing has not only refreshed your appearance but has also provided a much-needed boost to your spirits. you thank utahime profusely for her generosity as she drops you back home. like always, she waves it off with a smile. 

“it’s all for you. you deserve to feel good about yourself”. you give her a big hug, promising to hang out again soon before heading inside.

with your new look and a refreshed sense of self, you temporarily feel like yourself again. you feel lighter than you have in months. the day feels like a turning point, a step toward something new and hopeful.

—

as you prepare to meet gojo at the café, the butterflies in your stomach feel unusually intense. you’ve always been confident with gojo, but today feels different. not only are you anxious about the first time alone with him, but your recent changes and the effort you put into your appearance bring a new layer of vulnerability. it’s not just the usual nerves; there’s something more profound about showing off your new look to him.

the fresh haircut and style symbolize not just a physical transformation but a deeper one—a step towards reclaiming a sense of self after everything you’ve been through.

you check your hair once more as you look in the rearview mirror. it’s just as perfect as it looked yesterday, but you still find ways to pick at it for a moment. 

when you finally spot gojo outside the café, waiting for you, your heart skips a beat. his eyes light up as he sees you approach, and for a moment, his surprise is palpable. he looks over you in your nice top and jeans. the weather is getting warmer as spring is taking its full effect, and you’re happy that the cold days are behind you, both figuratively and literally. 

“hi” gojo says as he smiles sweetly at you. you blush under his gaze, your nerves for an abundance of reasons heating your cheeks. 

“hi” you say nervously. gojo notices you fidget with your fingers, a telltale sign you’re feeling uneasy. 

“you look very nice” he says honestly, his eyes taking in your new appearance with an appreciative warmth. your heart jumps at the sincerity in his compliment. 

“thank you. i just got it done. it’s a bit of a change” you respond, a small smile playing on your lips. the new style feels different—nice, but something that will take some getting used to.

he grins, pleased by your reaction. “it suits you” he adds, his tone gentle but genuine. his words are both flattering and sincere, and they make you feel a little more at ease. It’s a small, thoughtful gesture that adds to the positive feelings of the day. the way he looks at you, as if you’re the most important person in the room, makes you feel both flattered and slightly bashful.

you both stand there for a moment, sensing the subtle shift in the atmosphere. it’s been a long time since you’ve seen that particular light in his eyes, the one that used to make your heart skip a beat. the moment feels intimate, like the first step towards something new, and it fills you with a quiet, cautious hope.

gojo holds the door open for you. the nervousness you felt earlier begins to ease, replaced by a tentative excitement. this outing is new territory for both of you, but you can’t deny that it feels… nice.

the café is cozy and inviting, with soft lighting and warm tones that create a relaxed atmosphere. the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods fills the air, making the space feel even more comforting. you both scan the menu, considering your options in comfortable silence.

gojo lets you order first. when you start to pull your wallet out to pay, he steps next to you, smoothly adding his order to yours and handing his card to the cashier before you can react. the act is so seamless that you barely have time to protest.

“thank you for paying. you didn’t have to,” you say kindly, feeling a little flustered.

he gives you a look that reads don’t be silly. “i always pay for you” he says. his tone is light, but the meaning behind it is deeper. since you’ve been with gojo you’ve never had to pay for a bill. he had more than enough money from his upbringing to cover whatever you needed. it's a simple thing, but it reminds you of the way things used to be—before life got complicated. you smile, touched by his gesture as you both take a seat by the window.

as your time together officially begins, you notice how easy it is to talk to him again. gojo listens intently as you speak, his eyes never straying from yours. for the first time in a long while, you feel like you have his full attention. there's no rush, no tension—just a gentle rhythm of words and laughter that feels comforting and familiar. it's a reminder of what drew you to him in the first place, a glimpse of the bond you once had, now being slowly rekindled.

gojo looks at you for a moment without speaking, his gaze lingering as if he's seeing you for the first time. the intensity in his eyes makes you blush, a warmth spreading across your cheeks.

"what?" you ask.

he smiles, a small, genuine smile that reaches his eyes. "nothing," he says, shaking his head slightly. “just thinking” he says quietly. you tilt your head slightly, curiosity getting the better of you. 

“about what?" you try to read his expression. gojo’s smile widens a bit. 

“about us”, he admits, his voice soft but sincere. “i’ve missed this. just spending time with you, without any distractions”. your heart skips a beat as your words resonate within you. you fail trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

“i’ve missed it too” you confess, your gaze meeting his. the vulnerability in your admission feels like a small victory. there’s a comfort in being with him, a sense of familiarity that feels like coming home after a long, exhausting journey.

as you sip your coffee, you reflect on how far you’ve come already. this moment, this shared space, is a testament to the progress you’ve made together. 

the date, filled with light laughter and shared memories, eventually comes to an end. by the time you leave the café you feel a sense of peace. it’s a small, but important step towards finding your way back to each other. it’s still a long road ahead, but you feel a glimmer of hope.

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[cas-skz]

Party Buddies pt3

Pairing: chan x fem!reader Word Count: 1k Genre: partying, smoking, flirting, toy fetish Summary: Dress shopping for Chan's big night turns naughty (ish) Warning: 18+ please!!! photo tease, pet name (kitten)

CREDIT @littleforeignaffairs

PART ONE PART TWO - FOUR - FIOVE

"Seriously, you guys go eat! I'll catch up in a bit. Plus, it looks like Melanie could devour that pretzel booth."

It was the Friday before the soccer team's banquet dinner. The second you told your best friend that Chan had invited you, she immediately organized a day for you and a couple of other invitees to go find dresses and get your nails done. The nail appointment was first, it practically had you dozing off by the time it came to look for dresses. "I want it to be slutty, but not like slutty slutty 'you know?" One of the girls hummed, twirling around in a tight, sleek dress fitted to perfection. "If Jeongin sees you in that, he's not going to make it very far into the building." One friend said to another, giggles filling the dressing room. You didn't exactly fit in with the other girls, but you liked them. They always made you laugh and feel included. Future 'orange slice and good snacks after soccer' kind of moms was what Jac described them as before you had been introduced.

As you split from the group, your eyes slowly scan the remaining stores in the mall. The place had to have at least 200 stores, and the others had found their outfits within the first 5. You hated pretty much every one. Pulling the phone from your pocket, you open your messages to a picture from Chan, slumped across his keyboard adorning a sticky note on his head that read 'i take a nap'

Channie(2:30pm): sent an image You(2:30pm): Dress shopping is impossible. I want to nap! Channie(2:31pm): with me? You(2:32pm): In your dreams

You really couldn't help but be sarcastic, it was in your nature and Chan seemed to swim along with your humor in a perfect way. You found your way into another store, quickly picking a few dresses before finding your way to the back of the store. It had been at least 20 minutes when finally you arrive at the dressing room. You toss your phone on the provided seat and shake your head with laughter as it continued to buzz.

Channie(2:43pm): you are, every night. Channie(2:47pm): oh god did I scare you off already

You shook your head, laughing quietly as a light blush took over your face.

You(2:52pm): I’m trying to find a dress! 😅 Channie(2:52pm): are you going to show me kitten?

And you did as asked, quickly slipping from current clothes to a mid length silk green dress. It hugged every curve of your body cupping your breasts nicely but not exposing too much. It didn't look terrible, though it was a complete 360 from your usual leggings and oversized hoodie. You snap a quick picture, sending it off before checking yourself once over in the mirror and slipping into the next dress.

The sound of text bubbles kept popping in and out from Chan starting to type but not sending the message through. It was so fucking cute. While adjusting the strap to the second dress, you give your attention to your phone again.

Channie(3:00pm): You're so fucking pretty. Can't believe you hid your body from me for so long. You(3:00pm): I feel so weird, can't I just wear a giant sweater?

You decided to go with the second dress. It was a simple black satin bikini strapped with a deep v neck; that honestly made your boobs look huge. A slit up the side exposing a large mermaid tattoo on your thigh and it landed just before your knees. It was comfy, cute, and you were tired of changing so much. Sitting on the bench you throw your oversized crewneck on, and catch yourself in the mirror. Nothing wrong with a little teasing, right? You lift both your knees to your chest, positioning yourself with legs open and using one arm to cover your private parts and the other to snap the picture. This kind of talk was new to you, but it felt right. You even enjoyed the idea of making him suffer for you while at work.

You(3:01pm): sent an image You(3:01pm): wouldn't you rather me in this?

Your past relationships had never been this exciting. It wasn't as if the two of you were even official yet, but Chan being such a good friend made things easy. You hadn't been with anyone in such a long time your parents were starting to make jokes about finding you a boyfriend themselves. Your last romance wasn't the worst, but he decided during his summer camp adventure that you weren't what he wanted anymore. Would have been nice if he told you first, rather than screwing another girl and accidentally calling you during it. That was over two years ago, and the only action you had in the meantime was mainly with girls. You wanted Chan more than any of the others, he had taken over your every waking thought. Made you think and say things that felt wrong, but so so right at the same time.

You gathered your things after pulling your leggings on, throwing your phone into a pocket before making your way to the cash. Finding the girls wasn't hard, they had sprawled out over 4 tables in the food court and loudly called you over when you were spotted. "Did you find something?" One asked, chewing on a fry. "Yea actually, it's simple but I like it." You showed it off quickly, thanking their compliments. "I hate to say it --" You started, the feeling of a strong buzz coming from your pants caught your attention. It gave you tingles up to your spine in anticipation for Chan's response. "I'm actually going to head out. Knowing you ladies, there's another few hours til this place closes and you're not leaving." They really loved that place. Not wanting to seem eager, Chan's text remained unread until you reached your car.

Channie(3:20pm): Can you come to the studio? Right now. You(3:28pm): Address? Channie(3:29pm): sent his location

[purplelupins]

Obedience

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

FARGO set in season 3

Pairing: V.M. Varga x reader

Warning: nsfw, swearing, mentions of sexual harassment, smut, Varga is so hot but gross and if you don’t want to read about it move along.

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Working for Stussy Lots LTD. was supposed to be a stepping stone for y/n in her career as a business woman. Being a receptionist with the duties of an intern, however, barely filled her desires.

Getting coffee, making copies, while also answering the phone, greeting guests and aiding Emmit Stussy and Sy Feltz in their general work while also being office eye candy was not on her job description. But in sleepy St. Cloud, Minnesota, there weren’t a lot of options for a business grad student. So y/n sucked it up, and kept her head facing forward.

“Good morning Mr. Stussy. Here is your morning coffee, and you have two messages.” Y/n sat the coffee down on Emmit Stussy’s desk and handed him the two pieces of paper.

“Thank you.” He responded absentmindedly. Emmit took a sip of the coffee and immediately spat it out, “What the hell is this? Milk? I told you yesterday that I’m taking almond milk from now on. Stella’s orders. Do I have to do it myself?” He barked at her.

Y/n lost any pleasant expression her previously had. “My apologies, sir. I’ll make you a fresh cup-“

“Don’t bother. You’ll just mess it up. Go make copies of these documents and geez the phone is ringing, aren’t you going to answer that?” Emmit was an asshole. Y/n hated him.

“Right away sir.” She gave him a tight smile and took the documents before striking back to her desk at the front and picking up the phone, “Good morning, Stussy Lots LTD. How may I help you today?”

And that was how most days went.

The low hum of the copy machine almost put y/n to sleep. She watched as one after another after another paper popped out the side. Y/n was snapped out of her daze when her hairs stood on end suddenly.

“Ah good morning y/n. Looking lovely today.”

Sy Feltz. Y/n loathed him. A pig.

“Good morning Mr. Feltz. Thank you very much sir. “ She cringed. Then she felt his hand graze her bottom and she wanted to vomit.

“How could I not say something?” He have her a smirk under his thick moustache. Normally she didn’t mind facial hair but his reminded her of how his breath stank of alcohol during holiday parties and how he would always find a way to feel her up. Between him and Emmit she had an encyclopedia of violations of company policies and marriage boundaries.

Y/n gave him an uncomfortable laugh and grabbed her files as fast as she could and walked back to Emmit’s office to drop them off. Then. Ack to her desk to manage appointments and try not to break into a sob; her education feeling beyond wasted.

She didn’t remember how many times she tried to complain, but every time Mr. Stussy backed up Feltz and he said he didn’t know what she was talking about.

Just another day.

-

“Good afternoon, Stussy Lots LTD. My name is y/n, how may I help you?” Y/n stared at her computer as she set up another appointment for Sy and their lawyer. Seemed they were meeting a lot lately. Y/n placed the phone down and when she looked back up, she almost jumped out of her skin. Staring down at her was an exceedingly tall man with an eeri smile on his face. He was gaunt and tired, his teeth were crooked and needed a good brush. But he was a new face and that was welcome.

“I apologize sir. I didn’t see you there. Good afternoon! How may I help you?” Y/n gave him a nice smile. Before he could respond, Emmit came out from his office in a rush and plastered that shit-eating smile on his face that showed too many teeth.

“That’s alright, y/n I got it!” He waved her off, “What can I do for you friend?”

“Mr. Stussy. What a day. What a day!” The man responded, y/n liked his voice. It wasn’t harsh, and his accent was pleasant, “I was hoping to show the boys the new office.” He said.

New office?

Emmit looked lost and uncomfortable all of a sudden, “The-?”

“It’s this way I believe?” The man began walking past y/n down a hall before he quickly turned back and said, “Thank you my dear. Good afternoon to you too.” And with that he went down the hall to where there were indeed empty office space.

Emmit quickly leaned over y/n’s desk and whispered, “Call Sy.”

Y/n nodded and picked up the phone. Something was happening. And y/n could tell that no matter how much he pretended, Emmit didn’t know what was happening and he had zero control.

She smirked internally as she dialled the phone number for Sy. Karma is a bitch Mr. Stussy.

She could hear him down the hall trying to talk to the tall man and his associates, but to no avail.

“Hello Mr. Feltz, Mr. Stussy has requested you come to the office immediately.” She spoke calmly.

He stuttered on the other line and hung up quickly.

Y/n no sooner placed the phone down and the elevator doors opened again. Men with dolly’s of files and boxes wheeled in past her desk. Y/n stood slowly and looked at them. She could hear Emmit down the hall.

“Stop! We have rights!” He cried.

She stifled a laugh.

“Emmit, Emmit, you’re making a scene.” The tall man said.

Well said.

The boxes kept coming, man after man.

After 15 minutes of watching them, Sy finally came though the door, looking equally confused and uncomfortable.

“Mr. Feltz, I don’t know what’s going on…there was a man-“

“Oh good! They’re here.” He said. Y/n raised an eyebrow- what was he hiding?

“Remember when I told you we’re expanding our IT department?”

“No.” She said.

“Well we are…so…” he walked away nervously.

They were up to something.

Y/n could see the tall man in Emmit’s office, leaning against the windowsill like it was his office, not Emmit’s. He turned around, speaking to the two men now in the office; y/n had been staring at him for too long and he glanced at her, catching her. He smirked.

Y/n quickly fell into her seat and was suddenly very interested in going through the emails. Mostly condolences on Irv’s passing.

The door to Emmit’s office opened and the tall man began walking to the elevator infront of y/n. A blush rose to her cheeks, trying to not look at him.

“V.M. Varga.”

Y/n looked up slowly. He stood there, towering over her desk. He held his hand out; it was large and his veins poked out gently.

Y/n took it carefully. He wrapped his fingers around her hand and shook it.

“I’m V.M. Varga. I am an associate of Mr. Stussy’s.” His voice made her hair stand on end. It wasn’t creepy per se, but it was strange. Slow and calculated.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Varga. I’m Y/n L/n, but please call me y/n.” She gave him a grin.

“Pleasure.” He dipped his head to stare at her on her level and released her hand.

“Meemo and Yuri will be here to make sure our transition is smooth, but I won’t be here for a couple days. I trust you’ll be of service to them when you can?” He asked.

Y/n nodded her head, “Of course, Mr. Varga. Whatever you need.”

Varga was surprised by her compliance.

“You have a good day, my dear.” He went to the open elevator.

Y/n gave him a bitter smile, “I’ll try sir.”

The three men disappeared behind the sliding door, Varga watched the girl behind the desk until the door was shut.

“Keep an eye on her.” He murmured to the men at his sides. They nodded.

-

A few days had passed. Y/n had learned the names of the two men who had come with Varga that first day. Meemo and Yuri.

Y/n liked them. They were intimidating but pleasant. The day after they had all come in initially, Yuri had come to y/n’s desk, leaned across and simply said “We don’t have any problems here?”

Y/n had stared up at him, “No problems here as long as you don’t make any for me.”

He gave her a slow smirk. “Yuri,” Pointing to himself, “That’s Meemo.”

Y/n had nodded, “Y/n. Pleasure.”

They came and went constantly over the coming days, always holding a briefcase. She was curious, but it was above her pay grade to ask. She didn’t care as long as they didn’t ask her to get them coffee or try to feel her up.

They were quiet, but y/n wanted to know more about that V. M. Varga. There was more to him than just an associate. She could tell.

It was a few days later, and both Emmit and Sy were constantly on edge. They snapped at her even more, once even tugging her out of their office by force- she had a bruise for days. Emmit all but humiliated her over nothing in front of the entire office when she told him he should consider a different plot of land to purchase when going over some files; he only stopped when Yuri and Meemo all but interrogated him.

Y/n was grateful. Yuri had said that he was disrupting their work and making the office uncomfortable.

But what she didn’t know was that they informed a certain Englishman. And he was revolted. This was his office now, and he would not have misdemeanours happen under his rule.

Another day passed. Y/n sighed out of boredom. Stussy had been a mess- evidently his wife of 25 years when she found a sex tape of him. Nasty.

Y/n cringed as now he would be on the search for some pity harassment. Around midday, y/n settled into the break room, searching for a nice cup of tea. She searched every shelf, and it wasn’t until after a moment that she saw the box on the top shelf. A good foot away from her hand. She signed.

Y/n was just about to give up when she felt a chest pressed against her back, she jumped.

Stussy.

He was impossibly close and his face was desperately needy. Y/n’s heart thudded, not knowing if he would do something worse.

“Hey y/n. You’re sure lookin! Nice. New skirt? Sure shows off those legs-“

“Emmit?”

Y/n snapped her head to the door of the secluded room. Varga. Standing tall as if Stussy was trespassing.

He was.

“Emmit do you mind backing away from the poor girl.” He walked into the room and Emmit suddenly became all twitchy and started stuttering, “I-she-she, well, you see- I”

“Oh do save it.”Varga shook his head, “Now then, were you needing something up there, y/n?” He turned his direction to the girl who had stopped breathing. She stared up at him wide eyed, but thankful.

Emmit stormed out, embarrassed.

“Yes sir. I was trying to get the tea from the top there, see? I’m afraid it’s just a bit out of my reach…” she said quietly. Varga gave her a smile and nodded, coming next to her. Y/n didn’t move, letting him stand in her space. She almost gasped when he stood next to her and reached up with ease.

“There you are, my dear,” He placed the box in her hands gently and closed the cupboard, “Would it be dreadful if I asked you to make an extra cup?” He asked, a small smile on his lips.

Y/n gave him a smile, “You don’t have to ask sir. I was going to anyway.”

That small smile stretched out across his face. Y/n half wondered if he would bite her.

“Thank you.” With that he turned and went back to his office, leaving y/n alone to think.

What just happened?

Her mind ticked.

She barely registered that she boiled the kettle and made the tea. It wasn’t until she was walking to the once-empty wing of the office to deliver the tea that she snapped back to her body.

Tick.

Y/n tapped her knuckles on the closed door, not wanting to disturb them. Who knows what they were doing. After a moment, the door swung open- it was Meemo.

“It’s alright Meemo, it’s for me I believe.” The man stood aside to let Varga come to the door.

It was a wonder he didn’t hit his head on the frame.

“Here you are sir. Wasn’t sure if you took anything in it.” She handed it over nervously. She didn’t like how he made her so calm when everyone was so on edge around him. It was odd. He was odd.

Tick.

Y/n sat at her desk. Another few days went by and she was barely paying attention.

What she did know was that she was never bothered by anyone anymore. She could sit peacefully at her desk and she knew why.

Tick.

Varga would walk through the front of the office almost every day, being greeted with the same beautiful eyes and smile each time.

He craved that voice of hers saying “Good morning Mr. Varga!”

He relished in the blush that would form on her face when he would stop and say “Good morning y/n.”

She truly was wasted there. That had to change.

It was around 7:30 on Wednesday night. Y/n waited for the last few employees to go home before locking up. It was ridiculous how long they made her wait some nights. She rested her head in her hands and rubbed her eyes.

The ‘ding’ from the elevator made her look up, two of the last employees were leaving. Finally. Y/n stood and brushed her skirt. She never wore anything amazing. Just simple things that didn’t cost too much. No one noticed anyways.

She made her way down the isles of offices and cubicles, turning off all the lights, until she got to the once-empty wing. The light was on under the door.

Strange. She could have sworn they left.

Y/n knocked, “Mr. Varga? I’m just closing up for the night. Do you need any-“

The door opened, the man in question stood where her knuckles had just been.

“Evening, my dear. I do apologize. Had some loose ends to tie up I’m afraid.” He mused, walking back into his office to grab his coat and briefcase. Yuri was behind him.

“Yuri wait for me downstairs. Won’t be a moment.” Varga instructed the man. He nodded and walked past y/n. She heard the elevator door ding open and shut. Suddenly very aware of how alone they were. Varga shut and locked the door and y/n began walking back to her desk to grab her things.

Tick.

She decided to cross a line she had drawn for herself.

“Mr. Varga?” She asked slowly.

“Hmm?” He hummed, standing by her desk.

“You…” she took a deep breath, “You don’t work for anyone, do you? There is no Narwal.” Y/n didn’t know why, but she had to say something. She had seen the files and read the data. And V.M. Varga was no employee. He watched her.

“You’re behind everything.” She whispered.

That loan. She had a bad feeling about it when Emmit had said they didn’t ask for anything in return or as collateral. That wasn’t a loan. That was an investment. A virus.

Silence surrounded them. Varga stood there, thinking.

“Very good.” He said finally.

Y/n let out a breath.

“How long have you known?” Varga stood up straight as y/n shrugged on her coat and draped her purse across her shoulder.

“I knew something was wrong with that loan since I heard about it. No collateral? Come on. A moron could see that there would be something sinister behind it.” She smiled.

A laugh came from him, it was dry and tired, “You give them too much credit, my dear.”

Y/n nodded. She knew she did- she had to; they employed her. Varga stared at her for a few moments, thinking. Weighing his options.

“You’re wasted here.” He said. Startling her, “You have a business degree, yes?”

She nodded.

“And you’re being treated like a dog’s breakfast here.” He added, disgust in his face.

“Well I don’t have a lot of options here in St. Cloud…can’t afford to move so I’m stuck for now.” She nodded, hanging her head slightly.

“You ever consider working for someone else?” He pressed.

Tick.

Y/n could see he was going somewhere, “Of course. It’s not like I enjoy being felt up by unhappily married men. I’ve got a pretty face and that’s where most people stop. I’ve got more brains than this whole office put together I swear.” She ran her hand through her hair, the added, “Not including your wing of the office, sir.”

“I assumed.”

“I also have enough dirt of the both of them, Emmit and Sy, to put them into very uncomfortable situations.” She added.

He liked that.

There was a question hanging between them. Finally after what seemed to be hours, he asked.

“I could use someone like you on my side. Ever consider?” He slipped his hand into his pocket.

Y/n smiled up at him, “The side of the devil himself?”

“I suppose.”

“What’s in it for me?” She asked, curious.

“How does a $50 000 signing bonus and a hefty salary sound?” He said seriously- all jokes aside.

The air left y/n’s lungs.

Her mouth hung open.

“You’re joking.” She managed after a moment.

“Do I look like I’m joking my dear?” He wasn’t.

“No.” She whispered.

“So? I haven’t got all night.” He pressed the elevator call button.

Y/n stood there.

What about her work there?

Her references?

Her time and energy?

Her connections?

“If you have any doubts I’m sure we will be able to reach some sort of consensus.” Varga leaned against the wall, waiting.

Tick.

Y/n walked around the desk slowly and up to Varga. She held her hand out, which he took and shook.

“Welcome, Miss l/n.” He smirked and led her into the now open elevator.

“I look forward to working with you, sir.” She said, suddenly realizing that she invited the devil inside. More than she knew.

“Oh! Take this. Go buy yourself something nice. Can’t have you put to waste in such drab clothes.” He handed her a credit card. She wondered what the limit was on it.

She laughed. “I tried to dress as unappealing so they’d leave me alone.”

The elevator doors opened and Varga gestured for her to step out first. The lobby of the building was dead quiet. Y/n could see Yuri outside with a car.

Varga turned to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t flinch, she actually welcomed it.

“They ever touch you, you come to me. They ever breathe too close, you…?” He waited.

“I come to you sir.” She finished.

“Good girl.” He squeezed her arm, “Come to my office tomorrow morning. Don’t go to that old desk, it’s not yours anymore.”

Y/n nodded, butterflies in her stomach.

Tick.

-

It felt strange taking the elevator knowing that she wouldn’t have to sit infront of it ever again. Y/n had indeed bought herself a few nice things. The had also taken time to do her hair- slicking it back into a tight bun. That first morning, y/n made sure to be a little late. Just so Stussy and Feltz would be there to know that she no longer worked for them.

She had bought herself a pair of high, black trousers that fit her perfectly and cinched in her waist, a soft v-neck blouse that showed off her neck and sternum as she stood tall in her heels- the heel high enough that she could effectively stab someone. To top it off she wore a beautiful trench coat akin to Varga’s, though much newer.

The sound of her heels clicked in her ears as she exited the elevator. Front desk empty. She shrugged off her coat and placed it over one arm before making her way past the Stussy and Feltz offices.

Stussy came first. He look a few moments to register who she was, then coming out the door, “ y/n! Where the heck are you going? You and k are going to have a talk later about your lateness today.” He followed after her, y/n paid him no mind.

Fetlz was second and last. He saw Emmit, then y/n and his mouth hung open. Was it Christmas? He too popped out of his office. Both men followed her like puppies. Pathetic.

“Say y/n are we getting raises or something today? Seems like our lucky day! You look great!” Sy caught up her and grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop “I’m talking to y-“

Before the words even left his mouth his own hand was snatched off of y/n’s harshly.

“No you’re not. Not anymore.” Varga materialized out of nowhere and tossed Sy’s hand away in disgust. “You will never speak to miss l/n ever again unless spoken to first. And you will never touch her. Is that clear?”

He circled y/n, placing a protective arm around her. The men nodded slowly, looking terrified.

“We was just- y-you know. No hard feelings and all that? We never meant any-“ Emmit stuttered.

Y/n turned around and Varga followed suit. He strode next to her and leaned over to say, “Welcome to the truth, my dear.”

Y/n shivered.

What have I gotten into?

-

“Was it truly that easy?” Y/n stared out of the office window that was once Sy Feltz’s. She was in disbelief how easily manipulated Emmit was.

“If you know the pressure points of a human mind, anything is possible, my dear. For Emmit Stussy, however, I didn’t need to know anything profound…crumbled like a house of cards.” A dry laugh came from him. Y/n turned and stared at Varga sat with his feet up on the desk leaning back. He was watching her.

“Wish I could have been there.” Y/n walked to the front of the desk and stood tall. He had been right to recruit her.

“Shall I go back to typing up my blackmail diaries, sir?” That was what they called them. They were documents upon documents of misconduct in the office towards herself and what she had witnessed from others.

“Off your go then. Oh! Could you fill this cup with water please my dear?” He held out Sy’s old cup that his poor wife had given him. If only she knew.

“Not a problem, sir.” She smiled and took the cup. He stared and watched her.

He was up to something.

When y/n returned with the cup full, Meemo, Yuri and Sy all stood in the office. She tapped the glass and Varga waved her in. Sy almost jumped away from her, likely due to countless threats from Varga. Y/n smirked and handed the cup into the waiting hands of Varga.

“Thank you, y/n. I’ll find you later.” He gave her a crooked smile.

Y/n shivered. Not out of disgust, more out of anticipation.

“Yes sir.” And with that she exited the office and went to their private wing to continue her documentation.

-

The files were finished.

Y/n stood in the large office, leaning against the windowsill, arms crossed. It was very early on December 19th, snow fell outside, and there was a quiet hum in the office as not one else was there.

Y/n had just informed Varga of her finished work. He was pleased. The documents would come into play very soon.

It was been almost strange working for someone who didn’t corner her every 5 minutes for a feel-up or abuse her mentally and physically. It was especially odd as V.M. Varga was not a kind man. He was a business man in the billionaire business. No time for niceties. But he was pleasant to her. Very pleasant.

Y/n had squeezed her eyes shut as he left a room more than once to rid her brain of the terrible thoughts she had of him. He wasn’t a terribly handsome man. He was almost scary from his massive height to his unkept hair to his unkept teeth. But something about him make y/n ache.

He was a fairly open book. Not ashamed of anything. Y/n decided on that early morning that she would ask him why he never tried to touch her; convinced she was destined to be felt up her whole life.

“Mr. Varga, sir?” She asked.

“Yes?” He said.

“Why is it that you have never tried to touch or harass me? I’m not trying to say that it should be in your nature or anything…I’ve just gotten so used to it that I notice it greatly that I’m no longer uncomfortable.” She wrung her hands, trying to not insult him.

Varga observed her for a moment. He stood slowly and placed his hands in his pockets.

“As a business man, I believe it is most important to establish a working relationship between oneself and their…partners. Knowing the line and not crossing it I suppose. I may not be a man of many values but I do know when to behave. Mostly.” He laughed.

Y/n nodded, half understanding him.

“So you don’t find me attractive?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Did I say that?” He slowly stalked towards her. Taking in every move she made. He was a predator, there was no doubt of it.

Y/n began to blush and looked away from him. “N-No, sir, but-“

“You’re wondering what I think of you?” He slowly cocked his head to the side. His tall frame towering over her. He still wasn’t touching her, but y/n was dizzy on his proximity. It was demanding and intimidating and y/n couldn’t get enough.

She stood her ground, the windowsill digging into her thighs. “I am.” She looked back up at him.

“What would you like to hear, my dear.” He whispered, just a foot away now.

With every passing second her mind went fuzzier and fuzzier. She didn’t know what to say. When she had initially asked the question she didn’t think he would say much. Maybe laugh it off or tell her about a Russian saying. Not this though.

The air disappeared from her lungs.

“I-“

“Cat got your tongue?” He leaned down a couple inches, close to her ear. The hairs on her neck stood up and goosebumps spread across her arms and legs. She didn’t know what to say. She was dizzy, not able to look away. His breath fanned across her cheek.

“Perhaps I ought to show you, since words are alluding us tonight?” His breath tickled her neck. Y/n nodded obediently. Varga smiled and placed a kiss just under her ear.

Y/n gasped.

The kisss instantly sent shocks down to between her thighs. Varga seemed to enjoy the sound as he slipped his hand into the hair at the back of her head and pulled. She moaned in surprise.

“Are you quite sure my dear?” He murmured against her skin, licking her ear.

“Yes…” she whispered with baited breath.

Please please please please!

“Yes…?” He pulled again. She winced.

“Yes sir.” She corrected.

“That’s a good girl.”

Y/n grasped his tie and pulled, and Varga took the invitation. His lips descended on hers before she could register; they were dry and he tasted of mint, but y/n was drunk on it. She could feel his tongue lick her bottom lip. Y/n welcomed him inside, gasping as he smoothed his tongue across her’s. A low moan came from her throat, he liked that. Varga moved his hands to her thighs and pulled her up onto the ledge of the window; she wrapped her legs around his hips and gasped again when she felt his arousal hot and pressed against her.

Without even realizing, her hips began rubbing against him, desperate for friction.

She pulled away to look up at him, he smirked and showed those crooked teeth of his. He saw how blown her pupils were. She was so desperate for his touch. He reviled in it.

“Looking for something?” He teased.

“P-please. Sir. Please-“ she stuttered.

He stared at her like a wolf would it’s prey.

“Something like…” he growled. Varga slid a hand up her soft thigh, under her skirt, swiping one of his long fingers across her soaked panties. He touched her too gently, then pulled her hair again; almost saying that he can stop playing nicely at any moment.

She hadn’t dreamed in a million years that V.M. Varga would be trancing his thumb across the most sensitive part of her body and making her beg for more.

Y/n nodded her head vigorously at his question. He smirked and brought his lips down to hers again, tugged her panties aside and slipped two long fingers inside her; she moaned loudly. He pulled back to speak against her lips, his tongue flicking out against hers, “Good girl. Look at me. There it is.” She stared up into his eyes, mouth open in ecstasy. He was slowly pumping in and out of her, hooking his fingers in just the right way.

How the hell did he know…?

“Now tell me. Is there anyone else who touches you like this?” He whispered in her ear, that English accent was heavier now. It made y/n’s inner walls clench around his fingers, he noted.

“N-no sir.” She managed before another moan came from her throat.

“And will there ever be anyone else to touch you like this?” He was torturing her. And she couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck- no, no sir!” She gasped, her pussy was getting beyond sensitive, she knew she was close, he did too.

“How can I be so sure?” His voice lowered even more.

“B-be-because -ah! I-I only w-want you. Sir. Fuck! Please!” Tears pooled in her eyes.

“Please?” He asked innocently.

“Please! I need to- I’m going to- Ah!”

“Going to?” He stopped moving. She wined. He decided he liked that sound too. She was so dumb for him.

“I’m going to cum sir! Please!” She gripped his shoulders, pleading for him to help her finish.

“Ahh is that what you want?” He resumed his speed, feeling her grow tighter with every stroke of his fingers. He decided she would hear his voice as she came, “Listen to my voice. You’re going to cum on my fingers because you’re my obedient girl. Then once you’ve finished, I’m going to shove my cock inside you and fuck you until you can’t remember your name. Do you hear me?” And that was all it took.

“Y-yes! Ah!” She squeezed her eyes shut and she felt his devour her mouth as she came hard around his deft fingers. A rush of cum dripped out of her onto his hand. She slowly released her vice-like grip on his suit. When she opened her eyes, she saw him smirking wolfishly down at her. He wished he had a camera to take a photo of her like that. Lips swollen and eyes heavy, cheeks flushed. Panting.

For him.

Varga slipped his fingers from her and held them up to his mouth, licking them once, then turning them to her, “Open.” He commanded.

She obliged, and he stuck his fingers inside her mouth for her to taste herself. He watched her lick them clean.

“So obedient.” He murmured.

Y/n felt her heart beating in her ears, she needed more. He knew it.

Varga reached down and unbuckled his belt, opening his pants and tugging his boxers down to his knees. Y/n barely had time to register how large he was before he was rubbing the head of his cock against her. She closed her eyes again, but he pulled her hair again and said, “Eyes open.”

Y/n fluttered them open and stared up at him. As soon as she looked at him, he smiled that crooked smile and pushed his cock inside her. Her brows pitched up and her mouth opened in a gasp. He was longer than she had thought, and he stretched her so deliciously she almost came again right there.

Once all the way in, Varga began to pull out again in a painfully slow pace. Y/n regained that tight grip on his arms, needing something to hold onto.

He was surprisingly strong, his grip on her never failing. She wondered what else he was capable of. Y/n let out a cry when he quickly snapped his hips and pushed back inside her.

“Now then, I’m going to ask you one. More. time.” He growled out, thrusting inside her with each word, “Who do you answer to?”

“Y-you, Mr. Varga.” Y/n moaned.

“And who do you belong to?” He was close, as was she; her walls squeezed him tightly.

“Y-YOU! V.M. VARGA, SIR! I’M YOURS!”She screamed, her pussy clenched once again as she came. He growled and dipped his head to her neck, biting her and sucking at the skin, marking his territory.

“Mine.” With that, he came inside her, back going ridged. He groaned and hunched over her. Y/n wrapped her legs tightly around him.

After a moment, he straightened up and removed himself from her. Y/n went to hop down but before she could, Varga handed her a handkerchief; she took it slowly, watching him. He went to step away, but she gripped his tie and brought him back down for one more dizzying kiss. As she pulled away, she nipped at his lip. He smirked.

Y/n hopped down from the window ledge; her legs were weak and she stumbled into his arms. Varga pulled her up and inspected his work on her neck.

“Don’t try to cover that.” He gestured to the dark mark.

She nodded silently and smiled, “Now why would I hide your work, sir?” She called as she walked out of the office. His eyes followed her as she left.

He was right to hire her.

Such an obedient girl.

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so cute fic request. You are Maddie's OBGYN and at every appointment she insists to set you up with Buck, you deny her and finally one say yes just to be quiet and you meet what a great guy Buck is

The Set Up

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and doctors offices, reader wears makeup, alcohol and the consumption of

Category: Straight Up Fluff 

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: here's a lil late v-day present for y’all :) 

Part 2: Dispatch: Labour in Progress 

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“How does the baby look ?” Maddie was laid back, her eyes on the monitor. “Perfect, a perfect little baby” you smile at her as you hand her a towel to wipe up the gel. 

“How many copies would you like ?” you turn towards the ultrasound machine. 

“As many as you'd give me” she laughed, pulling her shirt back down. 

“Dad’s working ?” you asked, leaning back in the chair. “Yeah, he’s been trying to get off a day to come with me” she sits up, pulling out her phone. 

Maddie was one of your favourite patients, she was a sweetheart and always happy, regardless of what was happening, you didn't know how she did it. She began showing you a few pictures of the nursery and two guys who were in the picture. The first guy was Chimney, who was the baby’s father and Maddie’s boyfriend, the two of you had met at a previous appointment and the other guy, who you hadn't meant yet but felt like you had, was her brother Evan or Buck, which is what he went by. 

“You know, if you want to just come in one day when he's off work, we can just do a regular check-up just so he can see. It doesn’t have to be anything special for you to come in” 

“You’d do that ?” 

“Of course I would, between me and you, you’re my favourite patient” 

Maddie smiled at you, “so,” she gave you a look, “since I am your favourite patient, would you also go on a date with Buck ?” she asked, you nearly choked on your coffee. Maddie had a habit of trying to set you up with her brother. She did it often but it still caught you off guard each time. You coughed, “Maddie, no.” you laughed, “that would be unprofessional” 

“Oh come on, take a risk y/n. Life goes on and one date won't kill you” 

“Who said I’m looking ?” 

“Please, you are. You can't lie to me” she smiled, you shook your head. “Still a no Maddie” you handed her the copies of the ultrasound. “If you do want to do the ultrasound when he’s home, just give me a call” you smiled at her and she got up. “I will, thank you”

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A few weeks later and Maddie was back in your office. “Good afternoon momma,” you were looking at the files as you walked in, pushing the door shut with your foot. Taking a seat on your little spinny chair, you look up when Maddie says good morning back to you. 

“Oh Chimney, it’s nice to see you” you smile as you shake the gel bottle. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “it’s good to be here” 

You hand him the gel bottle, he looked at you with brows furrowed. “You’re a paramedic, aren't you ? Go ahead” you chuckle as you turn the ultrasound machine on. “How are you feeling ?” you ask, “good actually, thanks for asking” Chim answers you. 

“I’m glad to hear that but I was asking Maddie” Chim’s mouth forms an O and he nods, Maddie smiles at him. “I’m good, baby’s good too. Kicking a lot recently. Especially when I drink orange juice” she chuckled. 

“And still just the one cup of coffee ?”

“Yeah, he won’t let me have anymore” she groans 

“Good, as he should be. You’re lucky I agreed to the one cup Maddie, you know I rather if you didn’t” 

“Ugh,” she groaned and rolled her eyes, “not you too” 

“I’m your doctor, it's my job to remind you unfortunately” 

Maddie sighs and rolls her eyes once again. You get what she meant, you couldn’t be pregnant and not have coffee, pregnancy is exhausting as it is, imagine it without coffee. “you know how to use an ultrasound machine right ?” you look over at Chimney, who was looking rather confused. 

”I do, why ?” 

“Would you like to do it ?” 

“Really ?” 

“Yeah, I let the dads have a chance to do it sometime. Makes them feel a little more involved” 

“I'd love too” 

You hand him the wand and step back, you watch as he rolls it across her belly. It was always sweet when the fathers came to the appointment, even more so when they're involved. 

“Y/n?” 

“Yes Maddie?” 

“Will you go on a date with Buck ?” She smiled sweetly at you, Chim looked at her, half shocked and half confused. 

“If I say yes to one date, will you quit bugging me about it ?” 

“Of course, just one date is all I’m asking for” 

“Does he know you’re setting him up ?” 

“Yeah- well no ? but he won't mind. It's part of my job as his sister” 

“Maddie, I have siblings as well, you don't see me setting them up” 

“Yeah yeah, that’s fine” 

Chim turned to you. “everything looks good doc” 

“Then we’re all done. Just hit print on the machine and you’ll get the pictures” 

Maddie wiped the gel off her stomach. She took a pen from the desk and scribbled a number down before handing the paper to you. “That’s his number, just message him” 

“You’re setting me up and I have to message him too ?” 

“Oh come on, you’ll be fine. Thank you for this and I'll be expecting details at my next appointment!” She gave you a smile before walking out. Chim looked at you, “I’m sorry I didn't know she was going to do that.” You laughed, “it's okay, she’s not the first person to do that. You should catch up with her though, she walks really fast for a pregnant lady” you chuckle, Chim smiled and walked out to find Maddie. You had some time to kill before your next appointment, you looked down at the paper in your hand. 

Do you text or not ? Wouldn't that be creepy ? Like oh hey, I'm your sister’s doctor let's go on a date.

You know what ? 

Screw it, what’s the worst that could happen. 

To Buck: Hey, I'm y/n. Your sister gave me your number, hope this isn't weird. She's been trying to set me up with you for months, thought we’d hit it off haha

God that was so stupid. Why the hell did you put haha ?

From Buck: Hey, it’s cool. She’s weird like that. What’s up ?

Oh shit, he answered. 

To Buck: Just at work, how about you ?

From Buck: Same thing 

Wait what do I say now ? Do you ask him out ? 

From Buck: Hope this isn't too forward of me or anything like that, but maybe you’d wanna grab a drink tonight ? Only if you’re free

Guess you don't have to ask him now 

To Buck: Yeah, that sounds good. Pick a place and let me know ? I’m off at 4 so anytime after that is fine. 

From Buck: I’m off at 6, how about 7 at the bar on Main Street ? 

To Buck: sounds good, see you then 

It was now 3:30 and Maddie was your last patient of the day. There was no harm in leaving now. After putting away your files and replying to a few emails from patients, you headed out. Only one issue you had when you got home was what to wear. 

Well so you thought. 

Taking a shower was the easy part, trying to do your hair and makeup with only 2 hours left, was a bit of a hassle. First disaster of the night was too much mousse in your hair, making it sticky and tacky. Washing it out, you managed to set it the way you like. The powder compact had fallen onto the floor, you hoped it wasn’t broken, turns out hope isn't enough. The other powder you had was far too light for your complexion right now and you decide against makeup for the night. 

Let him meet the bare you, you can wow him next time, if there is a next time. 

Deciding on a simple outfit, a white shirt that fit you nicely and a pair of black pants that went along with it. In your head, it seemed boring but in the mirror, it looked much better. Walking into the kitchen, there was a half drunk glass of wine from the night before.

Stale wine or nervous wreak ? Stale wine it is. 

You down the wine, spilling some onto your shirt. “Are you kidding-” groaning and turning back to the room, you end up changing your entire outfit. A pair of blue jeans and a black top that fit you in all the right places. One more look in the mirror and a hand through your hair, you headed out the door. 

It didn't take you long to arrive at the bar, as you only lived a few minutes off Main Street. You had seen Buck from the countless pictures Maddie had shown you so it didn’t take long to spot in at a table in the corner either. 

“Hey” you walked over, a smile on your face. He stood up, “Hi! you must be y/n” he leaned in for a hug, you mirrored his actions. “I am, it’s nice to meet you” 

The two of you sat across from each other and there was a bottle of beer in front of you. Buck spoke up when he noticed you noticing the bottle, “I ordered for you, I hope that's alright- you can order something else” 

“It’s fine, thank you” you take a sip, not your usual choice in drink but you didn't need to complain either. There was some silence for a while, not uncomfortable but not comfortable either. Anyone that passed by could tell it was a first date, if you could even call it that. 

“How do you know Maddie ?” he asks, you smile at him and take a sip of the beer before answering him. 

“I’m her OB” 

“Her ?” Buck had a confused expression on his face. 

“Her doctor, her obstetrician actually” 

“Oh for baby Buckley” he nodded. 

“Yeah, she's been bugging me about you since we’ve met actually. She’s sweet but she’s persistent” you chuckle and Buck gives you a smile, “that’s my sister” 

The night went by rather quickly, the two of you sharing work stories. Buck told you about the time he worked a full moon and they responded to a call at a yoga class only to have 3 women go into labour simultaneously. 

“It was the full moon I swear! I tried to tell Bobby but he didn't listen to me!” he said, laughing. 

You nodded and laughed too, “no, it’s true. I've had so many full moon babies. I never book off full moons because I know someone is going to go into labour”

“Thank you! Someone gets what I mean!”

You then told him about the time you filled in for your colleague, he told you it was supposed to be a regular birth but turns out it was quadruplets. It was nice to find someone who understood your weird work schedule. The two of you shared stories until the waitress came over to tell you that they’d be closing in a few minutes. It was a little past midnight when she came over, the two of you decided to call it a night and head out together. 

“How are you getting home ?” he asked you, you walked with him over to his Jeep that was parked down the street. “I’ll just walk, I don’t live too far from here” 

“No” he stated while shaking his head 

“No ?” you questioned him, your brows furrowed as you looked at the man in front of you.

“I invited you out, at least let me take you home. It’s late too, it won't be right to let you walk home by yourself” 

“Are you sure ? I don't want you to go out of your way” 

“Oh no it’s cool, c’mon” 

He opened the door for you like the gentlemen he is and then got in after. “Which way my darling ?” he gave you a cheesy smile which made you chuckle. “A left at the next light and the brown building is me” you leaned back in the seat. It was quiet as he drove down the street, you looked over at him and admired him. From the way his hand rested on his wheel to the little smile on his face, even to the birthmark above his eye. 

“It's rude to stare” 

“Can't help myself, you're pretty” 

Oh shit, did you just-

Buck looked over at you, a wicked little smile on his face. “You think I’m pretty ?” 

You could feel the blush on your face, “uh- well- um I guess ?” 

“I think you more than guess that but whatever you say” he smiled 

Buck pulled into the building parking lot, he stopped and his head hit the seat as he leant back. Looking over at you, “let me walk you up ?” 

“You’ve already done enough, it's fine” 

“It’s fine. Come on” he got out, you mirrored his actions. Buck followed behind you as the two of you made your way up to your apartment. Unlocking the door, you stepped in and he stood by the door. 

“Do you want to come in ?” setting your keys on the counter, you look back at the man who was leaning against the doorframe. 

“I’d love too but I've got the first shift. Maybe another time ?” 

“Yeah, that’s fine” walking back over to him, you stood in front of him. Even with him leaning, he still towered over you. 

“I had a nice time tonight” you say, he nods. “I did too. Maybe we can do this again sometime ?” 

“I'd like that” 

“Okay.” he smiles, “well, good night then y/n” 

“Good night Buck” standing on your toes, you go to kiss his cheek but it seems he had the same idea, both of you turning your heads at the same time and your lips were on his. Buck’s hand cupped your face for the few moments your lips were on his. When you pulled away, Buck had a slight red tint on his face, a blush or simply could have been the heat coming from your apartment, either way you were sure you looked the same way. 

“How does Saturday sound ? Noon for lunch if you’re free ?” he breaks the silence.

"Saturday sounds perfect” 

Buck smiled at you once more, he turned and began walking back to the elevator. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning back once again and walked towards your door.  He leaned down and gave you one more kiss. Laughing at the sweetheart that was now smiling at you from the other end of the hallway, you watched as he stepped on the elevator and then shut your door. 

Outside of your building was a happy Buck who skipped his way over to his car, his keys twirling on his finger with a big grin on his face. As he got into his car, he sent his sister a text message. 

To Maddie: You seem to know me better than I think, thank you. 

Upstairs, there was a similar scene, a happy you skipping their way to bed with a smile on their face. As you laid in bed, you too sent a text message to Maddie. 

To Maddie: Your match making efforts have worked, thank you. 

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Unlikely Lovers Chapter 11

Can’t believe we are here....chapter 11. @beccabarba​ and I had a ball writing this and hope to revisit this series really soon. Thank you for the likes, comments and re-blogs, means a lot.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Warnings: Angst. Episode based. Nice and soft p in v smut.

WC: 2358

Enjoy x

The last words he spoke to you were running over and over in your head as you held the phone to your ear and you watched on the TV screen what was unfolding in front of you. For the first time in your career as a detective you didn’t know what to do or what to say,

“Y/N, hello, are you there? Y/N” Amanda’s voice yelled over the phone.

You had all been assigned a day off for full medicals, Liv booking yours for today. Nick stayed the night before and ended up leaving far too late, after he spent way too much time lazily kissing all over your body, before he got you right where he wanted you, jumping out of bed, telling you that you would both pick up where he left off when he got home.

He kissed you deeply and told you he loved you, before he bolted out the door to get to the station. You went about your day, getting to the doctor’s office 5 minutes before your apartment for your blood tests and then on to your therapy appointment before you went and got some shopping for dinner that night and going past your favourite deli grabbing a sandwich and heading home for a quiet afternoon, waiting till Nick came home.

You walked through the door putting everything on the kitchen bench and flicked on the tv for some background noise as you moved around the kitchen putting things away. You had just opened the wrapping on your lunch and ‘Breaking News’ interrupted the daytime movie, then your phone started to buzz in your back jeans pocket.

You didn’t answer the phone, gasping seeing Liv flash on the screen and then flashed to Nick running into a school building with his vest on. Tension shot through you, tears filled your eyes, and your phone started to ring again. You looked at the screen seeing Amanda’s name,

“H-“ you cleared your throat “Hello, Amanda”

“You watching the news? You are, aren’t you?”

“Yeah” you whispered “Do you have eyes on him?”

“Not yet, Y/N, he is a good cop, you know that”

You nodded back, tears running down your cheeks, as you watched the tv screen. Amanda could hear your unsteady breathing.

“Y/N, you need to focus. Think like a cop. You’ve been in these situations before.”

“Text me the address, I’m coming,” you blurted down the phone grabbing your badge and hurrying out of the door.

The cab drive over was the longest drive you had ever had to sit through. Finally, the cab pulled up to a sea of news vans and a mixture of police vehicles. You ran through the crowd of people to the police barricades and you flashed your badge, the officer letting you through. You saw the back of Amanda’s head and you ran as fast as you could towards her. As you got closer, you saw Amanda on the radio looking up at Fin. You rushed to her grabbing her arm and she turned to look at you,

“She just got here. Copy that, Sergeant…”  

Your eyes were filled with worry. Amanda grabbed your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze and a soft smile,

“He is safe. They are coming out now, go.”

You nodded and rushed away from her heading towards the front doors of the school. Just as you got to the path you saw Nick walking down the steps with his arms around a young man handing him over to uniforms. Liv met him putting her hand on his shoulder when he looked up and locked eyes with you. Both your eyes filled with tears, you ran, as fast as your feet would carry you, Nick pulling away from Liv’s hand and he rushed towards you.

Without thinking, as soon as your fingers touched you jumped on him, Nick grabbing your thighs and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his middle and your arms around his neck. You covered his face in kisses and then pulled back your hands going to his cheeks and you looked deep into his eyes,

“Babe, are you ok? Are you hurt?”

“I am fine, Amor. No not hurt,” Nick put you down on the ground his hands going to your cheeks, dipping his head kissing you deeply, not caring who was watching, “I love you so much.” His forehead rested on yours, “the whole time,” he muttered “you’re my everything, baby,” tears running down his cheeks.

“I was so scared. I love you so much,” you sniffed.

“Y/N, take me home, please?”

You smiled. “Of course…” You grabbed his hand and started to lead him away.  

“Hey, Amaro,” came Liv’s voice. “I know you want to go home, but paperwork first, okay? Do you need to see a medic?”

“No, I’m good,” Nick replied, with a thin smile. He looked really tired.  

“We’ll drop by the precinct first, then home,” you said to her. You turned to Nick. “Then I’m going to take you home and look after you.”

He looked at you with soft eyes, giving you a tired smile. “I can’t wait for it to just be us, home and safe,” he said, squeezing your hand.  

When you reached Nick’s house, you offered to make dinner, or at least a hot drink, but Nick just shook his head and walked quietly through to the bathroom. While he was in the shower you made some hot tea anyway, grabbing some trail mix from the kitchen and heading through to the bedroom, setting it on the nightstand. You left to go find the takeout menus, thinking you would persuade him to eat with his favourite Chinese food. When you came back to the bedroom, he was out of the bathroom, his towel discarded on the floor, lying completely naked, facedown on the bed. Your eyes ran over his toned and muscled back, his perfect ass, and you felt a kick of heat. But more than that, your heart overflowed with love. He looked vulnerable, and tired, and you wanted to take care of him. And you were grateful he could be this honest with you, this exposed.  

You smiled to yourself and went to sit on the side of the bed, running the flat of your hand over his back. He turned his head, his hair still damp and unruly from the shower, and looked up at you. His eyes were soft, grateful, as he gave you a little smile. “You made tea,” he said.  

“Well you should have something. I’m going to insist we have dinner soon, but it can wait for now…” You stroked his back, then ran your fingers up to massage his scalp. He groaned softly in relaxation.  

“You’re too good to me,” he said quietly.  

“You’d be the first one taking care if roles were reversed,” you said, and he laughed softly in acknowledgement. He turned onto his side and held out his arms. You smiled down at him, and stood up briefly to pull off your clothes, so you were just in your underwear when you laid down next to him. He wrapped his arms around you and you pressed yourself against his chest, enveloped in his body heat. You felt his heart beating, and the rise and fall of every breath, as he kissed your face softly.  

“I love you, Nick,” you said, “and I’m sorry if I didn’t seem very strong today. I just…I can’t stand the thought of…well…”

“Hush,” he murmured, stroking your head and entwining one leg with yours, “I know. But we’re both good cops, Y/N, we stay as safe as we can. And you don’t have to be strong… God knows, I don’t really feel it.” You wrapped your arms and legs around him as tightly as you could, and pressed your forehead to his. “I love you,” he said softly. And then he was quiet, his breath mingling with yours, as you just lay close together, safe and warm.  

You were starting to feel sleepy when his lips found yours in a soft kiss. You smiled against him and kissed him back. You were surprised to hear an aroused moan in his throat, as he started to kiss you harder and deeper. Then he pulled back slightly, to look into your eyes. “Is this okay? You’ve been through a lot today…” he asked softly, but with an edge of urgency.  

“No more than you have. Yes, Nick, please…I want you, I need you…it’s more than okay…” He smiled and pressed his lips back against yours, the kiss both harder and deeper this time. His hands moved over your back, finding the clasp of your bra and unfastening it. You wriggled out of the bra and threw it out of the bed, and Nick’s hands found your breasts, squeezing softly as he started to move his body against yours. One of his hands travelled down your body, pulling your leg up and over his, your bodies fitting together, but with access for his fingers between your thighs. He stroked the soft skin of your inner thighs, then over the thin fabric of your underwear, pressing your core through the dampening material, then sliding it to the side to touch you properly. You both groaned into the kiss as his fingers stroked through your folds, feeling your wet heat.  

He stopped kissing you, pressing his forehead to yours again. “Can we take your panties off, baby?” he asked, a little smile curling his lips, as his fingers continued to caress you.  

You caught your breath as his touch swept over your clit. “Yes, of course…” you said weakly, reaching down to help him pull your underwear down and off your legs. The moment it was gone, he grabbed your leg and pulled it up onto his hip, still lying on his side facing you, looking into your eyes. You felt the length of his erection pressing against your core, and pushed your hips into him.  

“You ready?” he asked, and you could hear the raw need in his voice. Not lust so much as a desire for connection, for intimacy.  

“Yes, so ready…” you told him, kissing him again. His tongue pushed into your mouth as he altered the angle of his hips, and his hard cock slid into you, filling you all the way. You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your leg around him to pull him into you, as he started to move his hips, slowly, buried deep in you, not really thrusting so much as just filling you, moving in you. As his cock stretched you and pressed on your sweet spots, his tongue was exploring your mouth, and his hands stroking your back, one going up to tangle in your hair and keep you locked into the kiss. You lay like that for a long time, connected and filled by him, feeling your inner walls clenching him, feeling your heart swell with love.  

You could feel his temperature rising, his pulse speeding up. He stopped kissing you and looked into your eyes. “Oh god, you don’t know what you do to me, Y/N,” he groaned.  

“Why don’t you show me?” you whispered back, drawing a smile to his lips. He put a hand on your shoulder and pushed you onto your back easily, settling between your spread legs, never pulling out of you as you moved together. He took your wrists in his hands gently, pushing them up by your ears and into the pillow, one hand one each, as he circled his hips and made you arch up against him. Your bodies were connected from your chest downwards, his warm body weight pressing on you. Then he started to move his hips, pulling back, before thrusting into you, each stroke slow but deep and forceful. His pubic bone was pressing against your clit, and his cock dragging against your g-spot, and you could feel your orgasm starting to build – a rare thing for you from penetration alone, but undeniable. You tilted your head back and he kissed your neck.  

His pace increased and you knew how close you were. You looked up into his eyes, squirming your hands slightly against his grip, which he only tightened. “Nick, I’m going to come…” you breathed.  

“Yes, baby, let me feel it…” he replied. The idea of being driven over the edge by him fucking you, and him feeling it around him, only brought your closer, and you closed your eyes as your orgasm finally broke like a tidal wave through your body, sending rippling heat out from between your legs and through every cell of your body, making you cry out incoherently with the release. Nick didn’t stop moving, but you felt his pace falter, and opened your eyes to find him looking intently into your face. “You’re so damn beautiful when you come apart under me,” he said, “and it’s going to make me…” he never finished the sentence, pushing into you deeply, coming with his cock buried in your body.  

He lay on top of you as he recovered, still inside you, releasing your hands, which you wrapped around him. You were both breathing hard, hearts beating fast and in unison. He rested his head on your shoulder for a while, then looked up at you with a little smile. “I’m so grateful for you,” he whispered.  

“I feel the same. It’s why I get scared, Nick. What we have seems so perfect, and I feel so blessed. I worry something will happen…” You stroked his hair and delivered a soft kiss to his lips.  

“Then we’ll both have to try extra hard to stay safe, won’t we?” He laughed gently, “you know, everyone thought it was so unlikely that we’d get together…and now look at us…”

You smiled. “You’re my best friend as well as the love of my life, Nick,” you told him.  

You saw from his face that the feeling was mutual. “Who’d have thought it?” was all he said.  

“Apparently no one,” you laughed, as he bent his head to kiss you again.  

To be continued....

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Sfw alphabet: Mello

Anon asked: “Sfw alphabet for Mello?“

Sure, my dear Mellover~

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Since he is very emotional, he loves showing affection to his S/O but not in public. However, in few rare cases, his S/O would feel his arm wrapped around their waist or sense a gentle touch at the hand at the hideout around other mafia members. You know, just to let the others know who you both belong to.

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B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Mello is a great friend. But since he is your best friend, he is even better. He helps you solving your problems, he is there to listen to you and to give you some advice. Very often, if someone dares to insult or approach you in an inappropriate way, he wouldn't think twice about beating this person and remind them with who they were talking about.

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C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddles with Mello are essential. Especially after a long, stressful day. He loves hearing his S/O's heartbeat against his skin or smelling the wonderful aroma of your shampoo. Those sound and smells help him calm down since they remind him of you. But this particular side of Mello's personality are reserved only to you in private places like the bedroom; outside, among other people, he would act as bold and unconcerned about those “useless” things.

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D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Mello is too young for those things. His only desire is to live his life to the fullest without thinking about chores or things like that. However, he admits he can cook many dishes but he would never do it. Instead, he loves helping his S/O baking cakes or sweets (but only if he is in a good mood).

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E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If his S/O breaks up: he would feel overwhelmed: breaking things or shooting at cans and bottles at the hideout's shooting range or just avoiding eye contact with you. The moment he heard those words he felt the world falling on him, his heart was cold again.

If Mello breaks up: he is overwhelmed as well. Because he doesn’t want to do it but he has to. His life was becoming too dangerous for you and he couldn’t bare seeing you in pain. Sure, that separation would make you suffer anyways but at least you aren’t physically injured or dead because of him.  

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F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If to settle down is a no for Mello, marriage is a total different thing. Despite he doesn’t believe couples need a piece of paper to prove their love, he wouldn’t mind seeing his S/O in nice and elegant clothes walking down the aisle.

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G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Mello can be considered as a rough person both emotionally and physically speaking. Of course he considers your emotions too but his past and the responsibilities pushed him into the rough side.

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H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Mello is a touched-starved boy. If you're alone with him, please touch him as much as you can: delicate hair brushing with fingers, soft caresses over his scar or arms and hugs. Oh, he loves hugs so much (but always in alone times). Sometimes he would hug his S/O a bit too tightly but you like it anyway.

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I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He wouldn’t say it by his own initiative, at first. But once he heard it from you, he couldn’t get enough of it. He starts saying it more often just to hear you say it back. But, as many other things, it depends on his mood.

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J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh no, don’t make this young boy jealous. A stranger is too close to you? He would suddenly appear at you side and check the situation. Someone has a flirtatious behaviour with you? He would remind that person that they were three: you, him and his gun. However, around your friends he wouldn’t be jealous since he knows them, and if you trust them he trusts them as well.

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K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Mello is very passionate with kisses, he loves telling you his most personal feelings through kisses. Sometimes those simple kisses become true make out sessions. Anyway, he loves when you kiss his scar: that gesture makes him feel so much loved and a wide smile will appear on his exhausted face.

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L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Ugh, children. Another no for Mello. He is very awkward around them, he thinks they're too energetic and undisciplined for his taste. He could bare calm and educated children but the others…nu-uh.

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M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Not matter what time is it, you two have to spend at least a good hour together cuddling in the bed. Then, sooner or later, you have to leave your warm bed and start your day. You are appointed to prepare breakfast while Mello would look at you with tired yet admiring eyes.

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N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Night is Mello's favourite part of the day. He loves the atmosphere night creates he could be himself finally. He would go out with his S/O for a ride to show you a new place he discovered or just to have your arms wrapped around him.

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O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He is very slowly in opening up. He must be 100% sure about the person he likes before saying something about himself. But even in that case, he thinks there's not much to talk about. If you want to know something about him or his past, you have to subtlety ask him.

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P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

His strong emotions don’t make him a patient person. He is a hothead, someone with a short temper. However, he does his best not to lose his patience when you're involved but even with you he could explode and start yelling. This is the only time you could hear him sincerely apologise and he'd never lay a hand on you. Never.

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Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Mello has a very good memory. Every date, name and event are printed in him memory like a book. However, he once forgot about your birthday (he was so buried with work that time) but he soon made it up to you by buying you F/F bouquet.

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R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Ugh, for him it sounds so embarrassing but he reminds very well the first time the two of them confessed their feelings for each other. His excellent memory played an important role: he remembers what his S/O wore, the place when it happened and even what time it was. He would replay that moment over and over in his mind during cuddle times.

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S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective but not in an overprotective and obsessive way. Of course he would be scared and worried if you don’t answer his calls for many hours but once you reassure him your phone was dead he would calm down. Moreover, he likes when you stand up for him during a discussion, this makes him feel loved and important.

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T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Despite he remembers every important date, he wasn’t a "date guy". However, Mello would surprise his S/O with gifts and he will do everything he can to make you smile.

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U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Since Mello eats chocolate every day and in every moment, without his favourite sweet he becomes rather moody and grumpy. In addition, he had to visit the dentist very often because of his (unhealthy) habit.

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V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Mello could be quite vain about his look. We all know he has a peculiar and good taste about clothes: leather attires were his signature. He had many different rosaries and jewels in his room and he would take care of his skin as well (considering all chocolate he eats every day).

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W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Outside people would see a cold and emotionless face but the truth is that he would feel alone and devastated. Without you Mello was just an empty shell, all his movements would be mechanic; since you were everything for him, your loss would push him in a slow downfall.

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X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He has the rare skill to appear fabulous with any outfit: rock? Perfect. Punk? Even better. One of your dresses? Majestic (it's a sight reserved to you thou).

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Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Mello loves when his S/O shares their opinion with him. It means he hates if his partner just nods at everything he says. He thinks sharing different opinions and point of view is one of the many keys in a relationship and he couldn’t stay with someone who doesn’t do that.

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Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

When Mello is particularly tired, he has the strange habit to fall asleep in different and strange places: on a chair, on the counter and even on the ground. In these cases, if his S/O finds him in such positions you have to move him somewhere else or (even better) move him on the bed.

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You just had to bring the symbol of Victory into this didn't you?!???? Is this some sort of euphemism I should look forward to or!??!?!?????

Yes!! Let me “paint you a picture” (groan)... Also, I sat down to draft my response and it's somehow *gestures at this whole mess* 2300+ words!?? And confession time! I’ve never even SEEN "The Mentalist"! Everything I know about Marcus Pike has come from cute GIFs and the Internet and fanfics… so… I don’t even know what’s going on with me today. But thank you! :D

(This is leaking over from this post if anyone needs to play catch-up)

Paris

Word count: 2300+

Rating: mature, 18+ only

Outline: Marcus Pike x “You” in Paris, reader is an Art History Professor (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: slow burn; cute Marcus Pike; coffee and pastries; kissing and stuff; public-ish sex in the Louvre after hours; spontaneous P/V sex (probably unprotected, idek) we're all adults here, wrap it before YOU tap it!

It’s like, you and sweet Marcus have definitely hit it off and you’re really into each other after that field trip meet-cute and your date, but you haven’t slept together yet. He gets called away for a case, so you wish him good luck and hope that you can see each other again soon.

A few days later it’s spring break and you have a trip to Paris planned to complete some research for your next publication. You email Marcus while you're waiting to board. You let him know that you’re going to be out of town for a few days, but that you hope his case is going well, and maybe when he's back you two can pick up where you left off?

You land in Paris and check your messages, and you see that Marcus has replied to your email. He says he can't share the details of his case, but that he hopes he'll be wrapped up by the end of the week, and that he definitely wants to see you again. He asks about your research trip, so you shoot a quick email back to fill him in on the details.

You get to your hotel and sink into a hot bath with your phone. You open your emails, and your brain tells you that you're just checking to confirm the details of your appointment with your research contact in the morning... but the little uptick in your heart rate tells you that you're actually looking for another reply from Marcus. And it's there. He says that he loves Paris and that your research sounds exciting. He asks where you’re staying? You give him the name of your hotel, and tell him that you haven't stayed there before, but it's cute.

Before the water even gets cold you have another reply, sending the butterflies behind your navel into a tizzy. He says that he's stayed there once or twice and that the café in the lobby has excellent pastries. You smile and let yourself imagine a vacation with Marcus, here in Paris, sharing pain au chocolat over a little table in the café. You refill the tub with hot water and sit daydreaming for so long that your fingers prune up.

You get out of the bath and wrap yourself in a plush robe, and sit on the edge of the bed. You email Marcus back, wishing him a good night and telling him that it's late where you are, but that you promise to try one of the pastries in the morning with your breakfast coffee. By the time you're in your nightgown and ready to sleep he's responded, wishing you sweet dreams and hoping that your research goes well. You smile and reply, "Thanks," and then drift down into pleasant dreams.

The next morning you take yourself to the little lobby café and treat yourself to a café crème and an almond croissant. Marcus was right, and you nearly moan aloud as you wrap your mouth around the flaky pastry. You open your email and send him a picture of your croissant with one bite missing, and you joke that you blame him for ruining you for any other boulangeries you might visit during your trip. By the time you're done with breakfast he's responded with a wink emoji and a quick "Sorry I ruined you," and you desperately want to email him back and boldly ask him to ruin you in other ways. You stop yourself, and your brain can't think of anything appropriate, so you just don't respond and you leave to go to your research appointment.

The day is long, and the dusty archives and a few misfiled papers cause small irritations. But you find a few of the things that you needed, so you call it productive enough. You break at 3 p.m. and decide to start again fresh in the morning. Maybe an early dinner and another scalding hot bubble bath will set you right. You decide that the weather is nice, and that your hotel is close enough that you can stroll back and people watch, disconnect your brain from your work and transition into relaxation mode along the way.

You arrive back at your hotel and go to your room to change. There is a card slipped under your door, the front desk letting you know that you have a delivery of some kind to pick up. You try to remember if any of your colleagues or your boss mentioned that they would send you anything? Is it paperwork? Some kind of file for your research? You decide to shower and change into a nice dress to lift your mood, and then head back out for dinner.

You take the card to the lobby desk and hand it to the desk clerk and he disappears into the back office. When he returns you're surprised to see that he's holding a floral arrangement, not huge or ostentatious, but lovely and cheerful and somehow your favorite color exactly. The clerk sets the vase on the desk. You reach for the card and open it.

"Good luck on your research. -Marcus"

You break into a wide grin and you practically float back to your room. You set the flowers on the room table and open your email to thank him. You send him a photo and an effusive "Thank you!" and a winky kiss emoji. Is that too much? No - if one little emoji scares him off then he's not the guy you thought he was.

He responds within minutes, a quick "You're welcome. Glad they arrived in one piece." and his own winky kiss emoji. Your heart flutters and you reply immediately, "They're really lovely. Thank you for thinking of me."

A moment later his next email pops up: "Can I take you to dinner and pick up where we left off?"

You reply: "Absolutely! I'll let you know as soon as I'm back in town!"

He responds: "No, I meant tonight."

You hesitate, does he want to call you and chat on the phone while you eat dinner? Some kind of video call, like a virtual date? Before you can type your reply, a new message pops up: "I'm actually in Paris. My case is here and I arrived a few days before you did. I didn't want to scare you off or come to your hotel unannounced, but I'm free tonight and I'd love to see you."

You throw your head back and laugh. This is definitely way more fun than eating alone and people-watching. You message back an enthusiastic, "Yes! I'm ready when you are!" and he emails you and says he'll see you in 30 minutes in the lobby. When you get downstairs he's waiting by the front desk, all soft scruff and loosened tie and warm brown eyes, just as you remembered. You smile and hug him, and in that moment you feel like a fairy-tale princess meeting her prince, being swept off your feet in the most romantic city in the world.

You have dinner at a cozy bistro around the corner, Marcus making you bubble with laughter as you talk. He listens to you moan about the missing pieces of your research, your pressing need to track down a letter from one artist to another that was mentioned in an old diary but which hasn't yet surfaced. You're sure it's around the archives somewhere, just waiting for you to piece it together with the rest of your project. Marcus tells you that his case is almost wrapping up, and if you want he can arrange to catch the same flight home as you. You smile and tell him that would be nice.

You finish dinner and he asks if you want to go to the Louvre, and you check the time and say that they're almost closing. Marcus smiles at you and says, "Don't worry about it," and he looks a little mischievous. You tell him you're up for an adventure, and he takes your hand and ushers you into a taxi.

When you arrive he asks the desk staff for someone he knows, and you make a quick run to the restroom. When you return, Marcus has two laminated badges, special access for professionals and visiting staff that allows you to stay for a few hours past closing. You can't believe your luck, being allowed to spend extra time in one of the most special places in the world, not to mention that your escort is the most handsome and charismatic man you've ever met.

You start in the Denon wing and wander through the museum, talking and laughing quietly, enjoying the opportunity to see things that you would normally have to fight hordes of tourists to see. And maybe "enjoy" isn't the right word, because if someone asked you how you were feeling right now, you would say you were "on cloud nine" or "elated" or "floating." It feels like a dream, and you're not sure if you're going to remember all of it later, but you desperately want to, and you're trying so hard to file every sight away into your brain.

When you reach the Mona Lisa, an odd hush falls over you, and you realize it's the first time you've ever seen it without a crowd twenty deep in front of it. Marcus seems to know what you're feeling, because he takes your hand, almost shyly. And he keeps holding it, warming your fingers as the two of you walk on. You stop in front of Delacroix, "Liberty Leading the People," and you tell Marcus that it's the first painting you ever fell in love with, a million years ago in high school during your very first art history class. You look at the painting and he looks at you, and when you finally turn toward him he captures your mouth in a warm, urgent, soft kiss. You can feel your eyes sparkling at him when he pulls away, and you don't say a word, you just smile and hold his hand as you walk through doorways and up and down stairs.

You come around a corner and there it is, probably the most famous statue in the world: the Venus de Milo. She takes your breath away, and then Marcus does, too, stealing a kiss when you least expect it. And you're torn completely in half, unsure if you would rather keep kissing him or just stare at the curves and planes of her body. So you try to do both; you kiss him and keep one eye on the Venus and you start to feel dizzy, like you've overloaded on sugar, but it's just the impossible circumstances that you've found yourself in.

And you break apart from him, and take his hand again, leading him into a corner that's a little more private. You back yourself against a wall and pull him to you by his tie, and you kiss him the way he deserves, with your full attention and precision. Minutes pass slowly, and you only come up for air because you're afraid you're going to faint. Your thigh is blazing hot where Marcus's hand has raked up under your skirt, and the only reason you don't fuck him right there is because of a security camera keeping watch on the alcove.

You tell him that you both should finish your tour and go back to your hotel, and he agrees. You try to keep your mind on the art, and you tell Marcus about how awestruck you were as a student when you learned about the way that sculptors could depict every curve and dimple of a woman's body through the wet drapery technique; the sensuality of the human form made only slightly more modest when viewed through a veil of fabric; the sheer awesome impossibility of marble carved to look like gauze.

You both get lost in the conversation, and you wander up a staircase and around a corner, and there it is: your absolute favorite piece of art, the piece that you have studied and memorized and dreamed about. And you've seen it before: you've been to the Louvre a handful of times, but this time there are no noisy footsteps echoing off the marble, no tourists trying to capture the glory of it with their tiny and unworthy cameras and phones when there are perfectly good books and postcards available in the gift shop... the Nike to end all Nikes, the Winged Victory of Samothrace. You are, quite simply, blown away.

And if it had been a normal weekend walking tour of the sacred Louvre, if you had been there with anyone else... you wouldn't have ended up wedged against the wall of the archway to her left, skirt hiked up as Marcus pounded into you, one of your bare legs hooked over his hip and your arms wrapped around his neck. If it had been any other day or any other time, you would have stopped him before he unzipped his fly and pulled his erection out; you would have had some remaining shred of propriety, of decency. But it wasn't a normal day and he wasn't a normal man, and you really weren't yourself.

You had gotten carried away by the late hour and the thrill of being allowed to wander the empty museum, and if you were being honest, you really wouldn't have wanted to stop it. You wanted to give in to the romance of the city and the priceless treasures on display and the heady conversations with Marcus. You wanted to be exactly where you were, with exactly who he was, doing exactly what you were doing and feeling exactly how you felt as he thrust into you and grunted your name like a chant while you traced the lines of the Nike with your lust-blown eyes.

You didn't make it to the Richlieu wing until a year later, on a sunny Saturday morning with your new husband Marcus.

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In-Laws Being In-Laws (Re-upload)

 Hiii!

So, this is basically an old fic, which I deleted from my other account ( @dawniebb ) and was requested to be uploaded again.

This feels like a lifetime ago afgshjka, but I remember it was written for a Renegades content swap event, and it was for @healing-winston-pratt (hello, wifey!). The prompt was, basically, Nova and one of the Renegays being in-laws, and it was super fun to write! <3

If anyone’s reading this: Hi, you’re a beautiful human being, and I love you <3

In-Laws Being In-Laws

Dear Dread Warden,

I am not quite sure you will get this message because it is been a while since I last used my communicator but, in case you do: I  hope you are having a nice morning. 

The reason I am writing you this is that, as you must already be aware, right now Sketch and his teammates are taking part in the Annual Renegade Convention as special guests to be awarded for their heroic participation in the Second Battle for Gatlon. Hence, they are out of town. Due to my temporary resignation from the team, I declined the offer to attend the event and, for instance, to receive an award. This means that, unlike theirs, my routine remains the same as usual.

Unfortunately, I must see my therapist for my weekly appointment in two hours, and after that I will have to go to the supermarket to pick up some groceries and essential items. Under normal circumstances, given the nature of my relationship with Sketch, he would have driven me to the supermarket and then back to my apartment, as it happens to be located sort of far from the store and it could be pretty difficult for me to walk while carrying all those bags. However, as mentioned before, these are not normal circumstances and Sketch is not currently available.

I reach out to you with no intention to cause trouble; for instance, if I happen to be asking too much or disrupting your schedule (As I am conscious you are a busy person) and you consider you will not be able to help me, I assure you I completely understand. But: Could you pick me up from my therapist's office and take me to the supermarket afterwards?

I apologize for the inconvenience and I promise I will make sure this does not happen again. In addition, I also apologize for the alliteration in the greeting at the beginning of this message. I did not know whether you wanted to be acknowledged by your real name or your alias.

Sincerely,

Insomnia.

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Hi, Insomnia!!!

So nice to see you!... Or should I say read you! Ha! It's been so long, it almost feels like an eternity! I hope therapy is going great! (We're all really proud of you!)

It doesn't bother me at all, sweetheart; of course I'll help you with that. Could you share the location of your therapist's office, please?

Oh, and also: What time do you want me to be there? (Not that I have anything to do today, I just want to be on time).  

I'm excited to see you! Can I take you to eat something afterwards? How does that sound?

Take care!

(Agh. I forgot these things don't actually allow you to write your real  name).

-S i m o n.

(Better).

-.-

He spotted Nova way before parking. She was sitting on a bench outside the building, staring anxiously at her phone. The body language of a nervous person.

Simon stopped the car right in front of where she was, and when she realized he was already here, Nova jumped out of her seat as if it had burned her skin, before jogging in an awkward manner towards the car.

Once she was inside, Simon couldn't help but feel a twinge in his stomach. He wasn't lying when he told her he was excited to see her. In fact, he was more than excited, and he had to hold himself back pretty hard to avoid hugging her, because it was evident she didn't want to be hugged right now, for she just directed a tiny smile at him and said:

"Hi."

She was the same Nova he had met some time ago, but at the same time she was different; she was wearing sneakers, skinny jeans and a basic white v-neck shirt; her hair was a little longer, too, to the point she could tie it in a cute little ponytail; Simon could tell she wasn’t wearing any makeup, but still her face looked healthier than before; less tired, with smaller under-eye dark circles and lips covered in chapstick. Finally.

She looked alive. More than before.

“Hi.” He finally responded.

Watching people get better was always satisfactory, but watching Nova get better was different. He had grown to appreciate her, since the very first moment he saw her with Adrian; since the very first moment he spoke to her and saw nothing but utter heartbreak in her eyes. Nova was hurting, and any sensitive person would’ve noticed that. So, watching her get better was a touching experience for him.

“You look so…”

Nova interrupted him almost immediately.

“I know. I...I barely had time to fix my hair. Gosh. It’s so uncomfortable and I want to cut it but I haven’t had time. I…”

“Oh, no, no, no! Your hair looks gorgeous! “ He chuckled, although he was confused by her reaction. “I was gonna say you look really good. Really, really good. The ponytail looks great on you.”

Nova gulped as she adjusted said ponytail.

“Oh.” She muttered in a hoarse voice. “...Well...Thank you. I thought…”

“No, no.” Simon waved his hand. “You look great. How.... how are you?”

She seemed to be processing the question, even though it was not that difficult.

“I’m…” Nova cleared her throat. “I’m doing great. How are you? How’s ...life going?”

“Absolutely great!” Simon smiled, clapping his hands together. “Things at home are great. You know, Hugh’s not currently here due to the Annual Renegade Convention. Adrian’s not here either (for sure, you already know about that) and Max…”

“Max went too, yeah.” Nova smiled. Her eyes seemed to brighten to the mention of Max’s name. Adrian had mentioned this fact about her a couple of times: Nova was fond of children. And even if she wasn’t, she had a tendency to protect and care about them. Since she had this type of strong personality, Hugh refused to recognize that as a truth, but Simon had no trouble believing it.

It was adorable.

“He called me when he got the invitation. He was eager to go.” She continued. “Which doesn’t surprise me. I...It’s his first time travelling, right?”

“Oh, yeah.” Responded Simon. “We’re planning to go on vacation this year. Because, you know, the convention’s being held not too far away from Gatlon and sadly he’s probably gonna get bored.”

“Bored?” Nova shifted herself in the seat, awkwardly. “Why?”

“Well...those conventions are...well, conventions.” Simon shrugged, smiling at her. “There are a lot of speeches, one after the other and, sure, the guests that represent Gatlon can skip some of them, but others are mandatory and they’re like 2 hours long and it’s so boring and…”

Nova hissed, grimacing, to which Simon nodded in agreement.

“I’m glad I didn’t have to go.” He admitted. “Though I do wanted to be there when Adrian and Max received their award. Too sad.”

Nova tried to speak a couple of times, until she finally had found the correct words to said her thoughts out loud.

“Why...why didn’t you go, then?”

“About that.” Simon chuckled. “Tamaya is going to be there too, as a speaker. And she’s also receiving an award. So...somebody had to take care of the Headquarters and Kasumi and I were left with that responsibility. However, it’s been pretty peaceful, as you may have noticed.”

“I have.” Nova nodded. “Not that I...go out very much, but yeah. Things have been calm.”

“People are behaving for once. And it’s awesome.” he sighed.

Then they stayed in silence. For a while.

Nova stared out the window, avoiding eye contact, while Simon whistled as he tapped his fingers on the wheel.

Not a word. No small talk.

Nothing.

“Sooooo…” Said Simon. “Shall we go?”

“Perhaps we should.” Nova said, immediately, as a flash of relief crossed her face.

So Simon smiled at her once again as he turned on the engine, while Nova put on her seatbelt next to him.

-.-

It took her so little time to come back Simon confirmed she was one of those people who would strategically write their shopping list so they wouldn’t be going back and forth through the aisles. It also surprised him that, being a person so young, she was so...focused on everything.

She really had only bought groceries and essential items. No junk food. No silly things she swore she would need and then she didn’t. Not even candy from the checkout area.

Simon hurried himself out of the car to help her put the bags in the trunk, but once she saw him and guessed his intentions, she quickly said:

“It’s okay. I can do it.”

“I know you can.” He clarified. Because, well, she indeed was a strong person. “But maybe you could use some help. That’s...a couple of bags.”

“Yeah. I know.” Nova nodded, already carrying the first two of the bags. “But I can do it. Please. I’m already causing you too much trouble.”

Simon was yet again confused by her reaction, and he tried to talk to her about it. But just like Nova looked like she didn’t want to be hugged right now, she also looked like she didn’t want to talk about it right now.

So he just opened the trunk for her and held it in case it would go down by its own. It had never happened, but just to be sure. Sometimes Simon’s anxiety made him overanalyze some situations.

Less than 10 minutes had passed by the time Nova finished putting all her stuff in the car, Simon figured she was still training, since she was as agile and fast as she was the day she notified them she would be taking some time off from the team and the Renegades in general.

They got in the car again, and before the silence could get as uncomfortable as the previous one, Simon took the initiative to speak.

“I think...you forgot to answer a part of my message.” He said, carefully. “You know...the part where I told you that maybe we could...go to a restaurant or something?”

Nova’s face, ears and neck turned so red she became a human-shaped cherry, and although in other circumstances he would’ve considered it adorable, this time he couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her. He had been there and done that many times; the messages Nova had sent were peak odd. The type of messages one would overthink over and over again because they had to be perfect. And if something, anything sounded off after you sent it, your world would be in shambles.

So he just smiled to assure it was okay. That he didn’t mind. That those messages didn’t have to be so formal in the first place.

And that, obviously, didn’t work.

For his experience, it never did.

“I...I...Yeah.” Nova scratched her brow. “Pretty much I...I...can recall not knowing how to word that so I just left it blank and I...must’ve forgotten to…”

“Nova.” Simon said, softly. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“Did I...offend you or something?”

“Absolutely no!” He said. “Why would you think that? It’s just a slip. I know it wasn’t your intention and to be honest I still want to take you to eat something so...yeah, there’s no reason to get weird about this. There’s no need to worry.”

Nova took a deep, hasty breath. She was flustered, son Simon tried to keep her calm; to make her feel like she was in a safe environment.

Why wouldn’t she be, in the first place?

She was his son’s girlfriend.

Why would he want to hurt her or make her feel bad?

“Nova, darling.” He said again. “Do you have something on your mind?”

“I do.” Nova cleared her throat, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t really...can eat out right now. I barely manage to afford my groceries, you know? It’s been…”

“But you’re not gonna pay your own bill. I mean, why would you do that?” Simon raised an eyebrow at her, genuinely confused, but still laughing nervously. Sweet rot, who had hurt this child so much? “ I’m the one who’s taking you to eat. You wouldn’t have to…”

“You don’t have to either!” She snapped. Not mad, but rather distressed, while breathing heavily.

Simon went still, afraid he would make it worse. Still, he couldn’t leave it like that, so he gulped and, once he reunited enough courage, he dared to speak again.

“What’s really on your mind, Nova?” He asked, this time in a more soothing voice. Nova’s whole being went red again, but the shadow of confusion in her expression was noticeable and hard to ignore. For this reason, Simon decided to provide some kind of scaffolding.

“For example: Why would you write a message that is directed to me in such a formal way?” He asked, patiently. “Why would you ask me to pick you up as if you were asking me to help you commit a crime? Why would you act so uncomfortable around me when it’s not the first time that we’ve met? Why would you…?”

“Because it’s you.” Nova answered, avoiding eye contact.

And he expected that answer, yes. But, at the same time, he expected to understand the statement once it slipped out of her mouth.

However, he didn’t.

“Can you elaborate?” He requested.

Nova clicked her tongue as she rubbed her neck, staring at the dash right in front of her.

“...I can disappear if you want me to. Would that make you feel more comfortable?”

“No. No, no.” Nova nodded, waving her hands, finally looking at him. “That won’t be necessary.”

“Then...would you tell me what’s wrong?”

Nova thought about it. She squirmed in her seat. Gulped. Coughed. Squirmed again.

Then, playing with her own hands, she spoke.

“...I’m ashamed.”

“Ashamed of what…?” Simon tilted his head to the side. “Ashamed of who…? What exactly are you ashamed of? ...Dating Adrian?”

Nova flinched.

“I would never.”

A spark of pride illuminated his thoughts and his insides in general, but Simon tried to pay little attention to it.

“I’m just...ashamed. Of everything.” Nova said, sighing. “I…”

And she cut herself in the middle of the phrase, realizing that once again she wouldn’t be able to finish it.

Simon didn’t realize he was frowning until he felt the muscles of his face slowly giving in. He understood.

And he knew that anything that had happened during the Second Battle for Gatlon had been her fault. She might have contributed in some way but, at the end of the day, she was just a child.

A very confused and manipulated child who just needed someone to listen without twisting her words as they pleased.

“...I just think that...if I were you I wouldn’t like me either.” She wasn’t crying, nor did she sound like she was about to any time soon. There was so much resignation in her voice that her words weighted as much as a giant rock. “Hugh gave me his blessing to...you know, date Adrian…”

“I can recall giving you my blessing too.”

Nova tripped on her own words.

“I mean, you did. You both did.” She said. “But still… It’s because… because you want him to be happy. And I get it. I really do. And I understand because, like I said, I wouldn’t like me either...I know I am loved. I know I matter for some people...but I also know I did...bad things, and I carry this sort of cursed last name…”

She stopped and breathed for a second before continuing.

“And I…” She finally looked at him. “I get it. You don’t have to pretend you like me, after all that happened. After I stole stuff from your house; infiltrated into your system; caused a terrorist attack...You really don’t have to pretend.”

Simon blinked, and if it wasn’t for her specific and controlled body language, he would’ve thought she was making excuses or even joking.

But Nova was telling the truth.

And it was heartbreaking.

“Perhaps you should think outside the box and picture a scenario in which you realize we’re not pretending.” That’s the only thing he said.

“Perhaps you should realize that we love you and you matter to us.” He reached for her hand and softly touched her knuckles. Her hands were shaking. “And that, yes, we want Adrian to be happy, but we also want you to be happy.”

Nova’s eyes seemed to be covered in crystals, but she remained in silence.

“You’re part of this family now, Nova.” He smiled. “And I’m sorry, but you’ll have to deal with that.”

Nova sniffed, swallowing, while lacing her hand into Simon’s.

“Artino and everything?” She muttered.

“Artino it’s not what defines you.” Simon chuckled. “You’re Nova. Just Nova... And we’re really proud of you. Not ashamed.”

She smiled back at him, wordless, and Simon gave her a quick handshake before putting his hands around the wheel.

Because even now, that her walls were crumbling right before her eyes, she didn’t look like someone who wanted to be hugged at the moment, and he accepted and respected that.

“I was planning to take you to my favorite restaurant, but maybe we can prepare a homemade meal instead?” He suggested. “You know? In-laws being in-laws? … Not to brag, but I make the best lemon pie in the world.”

Nova chuckled. Relaxed.

Happy.

“Sounds great.” She said, nodding.

“Excellent.” Simon turned on the engine.

“Let’s go home.”

[fakecrfan]

POV: You wake up in the TMA universe at the start of season 1.

You find yourself on the streets of London, cold and confused.

You try to figure out what happened and get home. You discover the place you lived no longer exists. The place you worked no longer exists.

You try to call the numbers of family, friends, anyone you knew. Baffled voices that you don’t recognize answer you, and then hang up.

As you're wandering around the streets getting increasingly terrified, you pass by the Magnus Institute. Then, everything makes sense.

You hurry in and blurt out: "I would like to make a statement"

Rosie smiles politely.

“Alright, let’s get you the proper forms then.”

She tells you that the Archivist, Jonathan Sims, will see you in a moment. As you are waiting for him, you recall what happens to people who give statements to Jonathan Sims. Unceasing bad dreams. Unrelenting panic attacks. Enough that Jess Tyrell stopped being able to go out in public.

"Ah," you think. "I will not do that then."

You leave in a hurry. Outside, you realize:

oh, I'm the only one who can stop the apocalypse now, aren't i

You shiver. That thought can wait, you think. For now you need to find... somewhere to stay. You are effectively homeless. No, not effectively. You are straight up homeless.

You pull out your wallet to pay for food. Your card is declined. You try to use cash, only to be told it’s counterfeit. Everything is just a little too much to the left of your reality for you to navigate.

Finally you find social services of some kind. They ask for your information, including your NIN. you aren't surprised when they say the info they have on file for that number is.... not you. You are disappointed though.

They help you to a homeless shelter. You sit on your cot and cry self-pityingly for a bit, and then that pressure comes back to your mind:

The world is going to end. You know the world is going to end. You're the only one who can do anything about it.

You turn over and decide that's something you can deal with in the morning.

----

The next day, you think about it again.

"That's something I can deal with when I have an apartment," is what you think then.

So that becomes your next project. Finding your footing as a displaced person. Social services helps but it's... sporadic. It takes months for you to get more stable housing.

When you lie down on the couch of the new, well, new associate you've made, you once again remember that the world is going to end. That you are the only one who can do anything about it.

"I'll think about that when I get a job"

-----

Time continues to pass. As you are trying to get on your feet, you make feeble attempts to... start something.

You go to the Magnus Institute a few times. But it's hard. You've always had terrible social anxiety,. And everyone there seems so cold. You can feel eyes on your back: staring, watching your every move. Normally that alone is enough to make you quit for the day.

A lot of times, the main cast you remember is out doing research. When they are there, you are about to walk up and speak to them when the anxiety hits you again.

What if Elias sees you talking to them? What if he kills you?

You decide to retreat for a little while, then. Just to think of a better plan.

You spend the next month getting your first job in this new world. You start a timeline of when you think the apocalypse is going to happen, but remembering the canon dates is hard. It's not a very helpful timeline, and so you give it up.

Eventually you think the best thing to do is to wait until Elias has been arrested and then talk to the others. When Elias is in prison, he can't murder you for revealing your plans.

This means Sasha and Tim will die. But--they might have died anyway, even with your intervention. Who’s to say? Anyway, you’re not the one who will kill them. It’s not your fault.

You scan the news every day for things about the Magnus Institute, particularly the head of it getting arrested.

During this time, you do a little better. You have a nice apartment now, you think. Nice by your own standards, at least. You decorate the place a little. Get some video games that you like--or well, they aren't the same ones as in your world, but close enough you think?

Months pass.

One day it hits you that maybe the papers would never actually report on Elias being arrested.

Oh shit, you think.

You go back to the Magnus Institute then. By this point, Rosie recognizes you. She grants you the same expression one grants a wayward alley cat. You ask who the current head is. You are told "Peter Lukas."

Shit.

"Can I make a statement?"

Rosie looks nervous. "Um, the Archivist is on medical leave."

"Okay can I talk to one of his assistants?"

Rosie gets this very tired look in her eyes.

"I'll... ask."

Rosie phones the archives extension

it rings

it rings

it rings

"They've all really been through it recently," Rosie tells you. "They don't--like to talk to anyone else, now."

"I have to talk to them," you say. "Um, can you--can you tell Martin Blackwood specifically that I need to talk to him? That it's about Jon?"

Martin is--you like Martin. Martin will be nice and safe. He'll be easier to talk to than Melanie at this point, or Basira. Still, Rosie looks tired again.

"I'll have a chat with him," Rosie says. "How about you go home for now, and I'll call you when I've talked to him."

"But--"

You're bad at this. You were always bad at this. You can barely sign up for anything on your own. Your mother has done so many calls and filled out so many forms for you.

You never cultivated the skill of standing in a lobby and insisting to talk to someone. Maybe you'll just irritate Rosie and she'll blacklist you if you dig in your heels now. Anyway, you're already so tired from this. You think about going home, and playing some Medal of Honour IV.

"Fine," you say.

You go home. You play the game. You sleep.

You're not giving up, you say to yourself. You're just--biding your time.

Rosie does not call you.

It pains you, but you realize you have to go back in and ask to speak to someone again. You'll go today after work, you decide.

No, wait, you're too tired from work today. You'll go tomorrow.

Maybe on the weekend.

----

You finally go back

Rosie tells you she just--hasn't been able to get a hold of Martin.

"Fine," you say. "Any of the other assistants."

Rosie actually looks a bit worried for you. "Um, they're not--they don't take well to unexpected visitors. Let me wait and chat them up about it."

You do not listen this time.

You march down into the basement level where the archives are. The door is--well. Shit. It's barricaded? You knock. You keep knocking.

"Melanie! Basira!" you say. "I have to talk!"

The door opens too quickly. You barely get a glimpse of Melanie's snarl before she strikes and your vision goes white.

She hits you a few times. No knives, just fists. You hear Basira in the backround, barking for Melanie to stand down. Once there is an opening and you can blearily see again, you run away in terror.

It's not--you didn't intend to run. You were just afraid.

----

You go home, and realize that Melanie didn't even really hit you in a super serious way. Nothing that would warrant a hospital trip, at least. Nothing that has left you with a lot of pain, outside of the immediate terror of physical violence.

You probably could have stuck it out there. You should have.

You think about all the months--no, years now--that have passed without you making any progress.

"But that’s not my fault,” you say.

"I was having a really hard time. I was homeless. I've been struggling with my mental health. I still have to keep the rent paid and feed myself."

"It's not my fault. It's not."

"I will do something. Just--I need some more time."

You sleep.

You decide to wait a bit for your bruises to heal up before going back.

When you do drag yourself back to the Institute, now there is a PTSD reaction to going into the Institute on top of the social anxiety.

You leave quickly. Rosie looks so sad for you.

You do try to go back. You do try to get back in contact with the Archives, or go back when Jon is back up. But there's always something. Not something directly stopping you. Just--

Tiredness. Work. Illness. Doctor's appointments. Panic attacks. The Archives staff being unreachable.

The world is going to end. You're the only one who can stop it.

"That's not true though," you think. "I mean, technically anyone could. I just have a little more information that could help."

"It's never one person's fault," you tell yourself as you crawl into bed after another flight of anxiety struck you as you were about to cross the street to the Institute. "It's everything. It's--a whole system. It's Jonah's fault really. If I don't--I'm not to blame."

“I’m not to blame.”

----

You are playing Medal of Honour V when your phone lights up with a notification that there was an outburst of violence at a place known as the Magnus Institute, and billionaire Peter Lukas has disappeared in the confusion.

You should get up. It’s going to happen, and happen soon. You hand twitches on the controller.

You remember a quote you saw before you ended up here, on Facebook of all things.

"Don't wonder what you'd be doing in Nazi Germany. Whatever you're doing now, is what you would have been doing then."

Because bad things were happening in the world all the time, your preachy Facebook aunt said. There is always genocide, and famine, and war. It’s not some movie fantasy from the past.

You think about that. About the horrors in your world. Those movements that you retweeted support for and occasionally donated $5 to. The protests you awkwardly passed by on your way to work.

You quietly realize what kind of person you are. What you would have been doing in Nazi Germany, or the civil rights era in the U.S., or during the catastrophes in your own world, or right now.

It's what you were always going to do.

And so you get back to Medal of Honour V.

----

You're still dreading the apocalypse of course. It won’t be easy.  It will be around six months to a year of full on torture, specifically designed to be the worst you have ever felt. Something about that soothes you. Something about knowing you are a victim too, or maybe knowing that you’ll be punished.

But--it will end, and then you'll be alright. Everything will return to normal, and you can go back to your apartment and your job and your games. It’s not all that bad.

You feel a twinge of guilt for Martin and Jon, who you could ave intervened for. You feel more than a twinge for the worlds the Entities will infect after. But--maybe it will all work out okay. Maybe the universe is a kind place. Maybe other worlds will be able to handle the fears better.

Who knows! There is always hope!

----

[When the sky turns red and the great Eye opens, when you start to hear the howls of your apartment neighbors through the wall--

Nothing happens to you. You are fine. It does not touch you.

Oh.]

[btsslowburnfic]

The Arrangement Chapter 4

Series Summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter Summary: The job interview continues, and Yoongi finally takes an interest

Author’s Note: I wrote a massive amount of this story last weekend and I am super happy with it. I can’t wait to share the rest of the chapters with you guys each Thursday <3 

Previous chapter here  ---------------------------------

You left Grindhouse feeling better about the job. Mostly. It was clear that Kim Namjoon, you resolved to try and use his real name in case you ended up working together, wasn’t your biggest fan but he did respect that you had researched the position. 

Parts of the job were definitely strange. The strangest part? Agreeing to get married if the client decided “he wanted to.” No pressure. Totally a normal thing.  You thought back to the interview

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“I’m sorry. So this is like a mail-order bride type thing?” You wrinkled your brow in confusion.

“Technically internet-order bride, and don’t make that face, it will give you wrinkles,” Namjoon replied waving his hand in front of his face.

“Ok fine. Walk me through a day in this job.”

“Huh. This is usually where half the girls laugh at me and leave.”

You awkwardly shrugged your shoulders and waited for him to answer your question.

“Wake up, check the itinerary for the day. A work schedule will be emailed to you every morning by 7 am. Ensure the client makes it to their appointments on time, accompany the client to events both domestic and international, organize small social events. Any and all of these things. Whatever the client asks for. I’m sure he’ll have work for you to do. You are also responsible for posting appropriately to social media about your burgeoning love story,” Namjoon looks boredly over at the door, surprised that Yoongi never came back.

You wrote down some notes. “ Will I be provided social media accounts? I don’t really want to use my own. “

“Yes, they would be monitored and managed by BigHit behind the scenes.”

“Ok.” You jotted a few things down. “I saw that I would be living on-premise. Would I still be able to see my family and how far away is the location?”

“Yes. The apartment is actually at BigHit Headquarters. Several floors are dedicated to staff apartments. You may see your siblings if you put in appropriate time off requests and mark yourself out. You may not skip important company events. You must also sign a nondisclosure agreement upon the beginning of the contract. Your family and everyone else can’t know you are being compensated for your role outside of personal assistant. As you can imagine, it would look bad for the company.”

“Ok. That makes sense.”

“One last question [Y/N]: Why are you so nonchalant about this job? The marriage stipulation had most of the girls running off. And I can’t tell you how many cards I handed out that never signed in.”

You pouted, “ And here I thought I was special.” You laughed dryly as he rolled his eyes. “Dude, I’m not getting any younger. Dating sucks. I might as well get paid to do it.” You flipped your hair behind your shoulders. “This is a lot of money. If I end up getting married, it’s just a piece of paper. As long as the guy’s not a total asshole I really don’t care.”

“Oh yeah?” Namjoon clicks his pen a few times, “What if he’s really ugly? Is the money good enough to make up for that?”

You don’t miss a beat, “I’m more of a personality gal myself. Which may explain why you and I aren’t exactly hitting it off,” you mused and he just laughed at you, beginning to acclimate to your dry sense of humor.

“Yeah. That’s why.” He rolled his eyes. “All  right. We’re done here. If you make it to the next round you’ll receive an email within the next few days.

----

Well that was a fucking disaster, Namjoon thought as he walked back over to the office. Three. He had started with 50 cards distributed. 20 returns. And three candidates that showed an interest after finding out more about the job. He groaned. Why had BPD thought this was a good idea? He took his phone out as he entered the lobby and to Namjoon’s absolute shock he saw that Yoongi had scheduled a meeting for the two of them that afternoon. 

Two things were extremely out of character: one that Yoongi had even scheduled a meeting at all; most of the time Yoongi had to be dragged, kicking and screaming, to the meetings. Two, that he actually took the time to put it in the agenda. He most often showed up when he felt like, walked into Namjoon’s office, bypassed a yelling Jimin, and then complained about something. 

Namjoon rode the elevator up to his floor. He didn’t get a chance to eat since the interviews had taken all of his lunch hour. He exited and walked over to Jimin. “Order me lunch. Surprise me.” 

“Of course Sir,” Jimin dutifully replied and pulled up the food ordering App. 

“Thank you. When Yoongi gets here send him on in.”

Jimin straightened up a few items on his desk, “Usually I have trouble keeping him out sir, but I understand.” Jimin was dying to know what was going on. Yoongi and Namjoon usually avoided each other but had interacted thrice now within the week. He resolved to make a coffee delivery mid-meeting. Yes. Excellent. Jimin smirked as he placed the food order and sent it. 

Namjoon took out the three remaining folders and placed them on his desk. Hopefully this meeting meant Yoongi had stopped being a little shit and decided to go along with it. He took out the paperwork he had prepared for Yoongi, a similar NDA to the one he had discussed with [Y/N].

An hour passed where he ate his lunch and caught up on emails.

Yoongi exited the elevator and lazily walked over to Jimin. “Is Namjoon ready?”

Jimin raised his delicate eyebrows. “You’re actually stopping to ask? Well that’s a first.”

Yoongi stuffed his hands into his pockets and rolled his eyes. “I’ll just head in then.”

Jimin sat there, utterly confused but also strangely excited. He ordered two coffees in preparation for his eavesdropping. Yoongi had never, ever stopped at the reception desk. Or made an appointment. Since when was he playing nice?

Jimin: GUYS. Yoongi and Namjooon are meeting for the third time this week. And Yoongi actually made an appointment.

JK: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

V: Are you serious?

Jimin: Yes. I’m sneaking in there in half an hour. I’ll report back.

Jimin didn’t know why he cared so much. It was just that Yoongi was such a mystery compared to the rest of the guys. He was good looking, talented, but kept to himself and seemed to resent everything and everyone else that worked there.

Yoongi opened the door to the office. Namjoon looked up from his desk, “Yoongi. You left the interviews early, I’m surprised to see you made an appointment this afternoon.”

Yoongi walked closer to the desk, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah well I had seen everything I needed to see, and heard everything I needed to hear.” He looked down at the desk. “Are those all the candidates that are left?” 

“Yes. Unsurprisingly it was difficult to explain the situation without sounding like we are running an escort service, as you can imagine.”

Yoongi had been practicing the conversation he wanted to have since he got back to the building earlier after the girl returned his headphones. “Are there any headshots included in these?” He asked, feigning nonchalance.

“Nope,” Namjoon replied, looking over the NDA. “You said you didn’t want to be, and I quote, unduly influenced by physical appearance.” 

“Huh. Ok.” Yoongi responded. He didn’t want Namjoon to know that he had met one of the women who had applied for the job. Wait. She had said she worked somewhere nearby. “Can I see the resumes?”

“Knock yourself out.” He said, pushing the papers toward the edge of the desk.

He flipped through them. The first one was a model. Nope. The second one was an office worker. The third one listed two jobs, including Club Tokki. That was the woman he had met earlier. She had gone back and completed the interview. Despite trying to school his face, he let a small smile creep across his face.

“Find something you like there?” Namjoon asked. 

“These two sound interesting.” He handed two of the folders back to Namjoon. 

Namjoon looked at the two he had kept, “Of course you dumped the model. Here we have Lisa. She’s nice. Boring but Nice. And [Y/N]. You know what? I’m not even going to tell you anything. She’s something. Let’s invite her just to see what happens.” 

Yoongi stood there for a moment, swiping his lips with his tongue. Really? It had been that easy? 

“Here. You need to sign this. It’s an NDA about the situation. As far as anybody else knows, the girl we hire is your assistant. None of this was arranged before time. Additionally, you are to tell her that you want this, not that Big Hit is forcing you to do this.”

Yoongi puffed out his cheeks, “Why does that matter if she’s in on it?”

“Plausible deniability on the company’s part I’m sure. I didn't write the contract, BPD and the attorneys did.”

Yoongi sat down and started to read through the document.

Jimin knocked lightly on the door before entering. “Coffee gentleman? I have two iced Americanos right here.” He walked towards the desk.

“Thanks Jimin, put them on the desk.” Namjoon said, standing with the files in his hand.

“Ooo am I getting a new coworker?” Jimin tried to ask casually.

“Yoongi’s getting an assistant.” Namjoon responded.

“Good maybe someone will actually answer when I call down to the studio.” Jimin quipped.

Yoongi snorted, “As if I would let her in MY studio.”

“Enjoy your coffee, Sugar,” Jimin said, purposefully pronouncing his alias incorrectly.

“It’s Suga. Thanks for the coffee.”

Jimin blinked slowly, not sure how to respond to Yoongi saying something half-nice to him and slowly exited the room.

Yoongi picked up the coffee, sipping it while he finished reading the document. “Alright. Give me the pen.”

Namjoon was excited to be moving forward on this stupid project. If it actually worked, he hoped he would have to babysit Yoongi way less. “Here you go. You need to come to the next round of interviews. I think it’s important for you to meet each other.”

“Yeah, ok.” Yoongi signed the paperwork and stood up. “Put it on the calendar. See you.”

NEXT CHAPTER

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About You || Part IX

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PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader/OFC

Summary: Wanda had never known loss like she has until she lost Pietro. It’s debilitating. She can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t even leave her house. Life is fading fast, and she’s not sure if she even wants to hang on. Enter you, a stranger that reconnects her to the daily things that makes life beautiful.

Warnings: Deals with loss & grief and the spectrum of emotions and depression that comes with it. Please note there is no glorification in any of this. Loss, grief, and depression are nothing beautiful. Also, please don’t hesitate or reach out for help if you are in a dark place. Love you, lovelies 💘

Genre: Angst & Romance

NOTE: One more chapter after this. YES I KNOW I’M LATE IN POSTING AHH.

PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V || PART VI || PART VII || PART VIII

PART IX of X

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Moving into the new place is a whirlwind with you.

You let her paint all over the walls for decorations, and Wanda's never had so much fun picking a couch before.

Wanda is currently flushing red as Natasha is over, and she had caught the two of you amorously loving each other.

You had to go to work, so Wanda was left to face the embarrassment alone.

"You certainly have a lot of energy," Natasha comments, and Wanda drops her paintbrush.

"I can't help it," Wanda mumbles.

"Oh, it's fine. At least you're doing it in the name of love. Loudly, but for love."

"You could hear us?"

"We can hear you every time," Natasha deadpans.

"We?" Wanda emphasizes.

"My only advice is that you pick better times to do it if you can. Clint had to wait outside for an hour and a half last time he came over."

Wanda flushes, her ears a hot red while she tries to resume painting.

She can't help it if she wants to have you when she does.

"So, was Clint right?"

"About?" Wanda mumbles.

Natasha stares at her friend and frowns.

"That she's the top?"

Wanda slams her paintbrush down.

"No one is allowed to be friends with Clint anymore."

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You were weird on the phone today.

A little skittish in Wanda's opinion. You said you wanted to take her somewhere after work. 

She couldn't help but worry that maybe you were regretting everything, but then you showed up at home at 7 PM with flowers in your hands.

"Would you go somewhere with me? I have something to tell you."

A look of worry passed over Wanda's face, but she nodded as she grabbed her jacket.

The ride was quiet. You were tense as your hand would grip the steering wheel before relaxing, the cycle repeating.

"Where are we going?" Wanda asked. 

"I wanted to show you the person who made sure I wasn't alone," you tell her. 

Wanda is surprised because she wasn't aware that your friend was in the same town. She thought they were out of your life, as you had indicated.

But then, when you pull up into the cemetery, Wanda's heart dropped.

"Why didn't you say so?" Wanda looks at you, heartbreaking at the sad smile on your face.

"It doesn't change that people do come and go."

Wanda doesn't say anything and lets you lead her. She feels a little on the edge because she knows this cemetery too well by now, and the route is familiar.

The two of you come to a stop, and Wanda looks at the gravestone she's seen many times before. She used to spend hours every day sitting here.

You put flowers down before standing up and looking at Wanda with wet eyes.

"I have something to give you," you quietly say, your hand fishing in your bag before you pull something out and put in Wanda's hands.

Her yearbook. 

Wanda looks back at the gravestone, the words searing on her eyes.

Pietro Maximoff.

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Flashback...

You were in a bit of tizzy. You and your business partner just recently bought the space to open your own psychology clinic. 

You had just hired a marketing firm to help you with your advertising for your grand opening. He would be arriving in a couple of minutes with his advertisement plan.

"Hello?"

You shoot up from your office, putting down the boxes as you rush to the front.

"Hello!" You say breathlessly, feeling a little shame at what a mess you look like.

The guy standing there looked equally of a mess with his blond hair with dark roots in an array. He looked a little breathless, and you guessed he was running late.

The two of you stand there, looking at each other before the two of you start laughing.

"I'm Pietro, your marketing manager."

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"Pietro, the job had been done weeks ago. Why do you keep coming here?" You quirk your brow.

You and Pietro had hit it off quite well, getting to know each other as he helped you with advertising your clinic and services.

But it was professional. Except Pietro had kept coming even after everything was finished.

Monday it was coffee, Tuesday was lunch, Wednesday was dropping off a coffee and a bagel, and now it was Thursday, and he had come on his lunchtime again.

"I just wanted to see if you wanted to go for dinner," he smiles. 

You stand there, brow still quirked as you assessed him.

"Alright."

"Cool, how about 8 PM?"

You nod, and Pietro smiles and runs out the building again.

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Dinner is a pleasant affair. 

He is flirty but respectful. He holds doors and chairs open for you but doesn't make a move to grab your hand or try to get closer.

Pietro is talking about his plans to see his sister next weekend when you interrupt him.

"Do you keep coming by my office because you're interested in me?"

It's blunt, but you rather be straight forward about it.

Pietro stops his story, mouth still open before closes it sheepishly.

"No," he admits, "I actually wanted to set you up with my sister."

"Pass," you say immediately.

"What!" Pietro says. "C'mon, you guys would be a perfect match."

"Not interested in dating," you tell him as you eat your food, more relaxed that it's not a date.

Pietro groans and you laugh a bit before he starts eating again.

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Even after your blunt rejection, Pietro still comes by the office to pester you into getting lunch.

He lectures you that you can't skip it even if you're busy and lists all the things that could happen to you if you don't eat.

"Cancer? Really?" You say to him.

"Everything causes cancer," he tells you seriously.

"Wouldn't that mean that even eating can cause cancer?" You argue back at him.

"Exactly," he says seriously, "If we're all going to get cancer regardless, you should eat and have a full stomach at least."

You laugh, a weird familial warmth filling the pit of your stomach.

"You seriously haven't changed," you tell him.

"What do you mean?" He asks you.

You roll your eyes, but you don't expect him to remember.

"Pietro Maximoff, track and field captain, while also the student council president. The guy everyone wants to be friends with."

Pietro's mouth dropped.

"We went to the same university?" He says excitedly. "You do know my sister too then!"

"Yeah, she's really nice," you say while you look down at the ground with your hands shoved in your pocket.

"Nice?" Pietro snorts. "No one ever says that about her."

You chuckle.

"She beats up bullies, so she's automatically nice even if she seems like the equivalent to a cactus."

"So, you're saying you will go on a date with her!" Pietro says excitedly.

"Are you deaf? Nowhere in what I said says I'll go on a date with her."

"But you just said she's nice!" Pietro whines. 

"I also said she's the equivalent to a cactus."

"Wanda's really wonderful, trust me."

You merely hum.

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It's a little weird, you admit. Having someone like Pietro who goes out of his way to spend time with you.

People ask all the time if you're dating, but Pietro always laughs it off and says that you're like family to each other.

"I'm her big brother!" 

"You're only two months older," you would always say in response.

"God, you're like Wanda. Older is older," Pietro would joke. 

He talks about Wanda a lot. You can tell he clearly adores her. You're not sure you really understand sibling bonds because of your own brother.

But Pietro talks as if he would move mountains for her, and talks like Wanda wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet for him.

"Is that piece of shit calling you again?" 

You look away from your phone screen to Pietro's scowling face. 

He knows everything about you.

He knows that your brother has been trying to get back in touch with you.

"Yeah," you sigh as you put your phone down and sit back in your chair. You have 30 minutes to relax before your next patient comes.

Your brother had seen you in an online advertisement and has been calling your workplace. You picked up the phone one, talked to him briefly before he started saying how he needed cash.

You haven't picked up the phone since.

"You should just let me pick up the phone and tell him to fuck off," Pietro glares at the offending phone.

"You have a lot of free time," you say to him in response. 

"I'm a director now, hell yeah, I have lots of time," Pietro laughs. 

The two of you banter some more when the receptionist tells you your appointment is here.

Pietro smiles at you before he walks out of the office with you following him.

Except, at the front desk, you see your brother standing there.

"What the hell," you mutter under your breath.

"What are you doing here?" You say to him.

"Miss, that's your appointment," the receptionist tells you. 

"My appointment is supposed to be with a Leon--" You groan because he used a fake name to book the appointment.

"You need to get the hell out of here, Jake," you glare at him.

"I just need 5 minutes to talk, don't you want to talk after all this time?" Jake frowns at you.

You want to make a scene, but this is your workplace, so you drag Jake into your office with Pietro right on your heels.

"No, I don't want to talk or catch up. Why would I want to catch up with someone who left me at an orphanage?" You hiss at him.

"I was 18!" Jake defends himself. "I couldn't even take care of myself, let alone you. I left you for the best."

You scoff at the response.

"And what? You want to catch up now? Or is this about the cash you said you needed."

Jake is quiet.

"I just need a loan," he says instead.

There's a scoff in the background.

The two of you look over to see Pietro there looking at Jake in disgust.

"What's your problem?" Jake glares at him. "Get out of here, this is family business."

"I am family," Pietro says in return.

"With family like me, she doesn't need your ass around here," Pietro pulls out his checkbook from the inner chest pocket of his suit jacket.

"Take this, and get the fuck out of here. If you ever come back around here without her wanting you around, I'll sue you," Pietro threatens, ripping out a cheque and shoving it into Jake's hand.

You catch the numbers as your eyes widen.

It was $10,000.

Jake's eyes are wide too, but he looks at Pietro once more before looking at you.

"Deal," Jake says and leaves.

"Fucking dick," Pietro mutters as Jake leaves the building.

"What the hell, Pietro!" You yell at him.

"Why did you give him $10,000?"

"Because jerks like that will keep coming around until they get what they want. Or until their legs are broken, but I don't know anyone who can do that for me. Yet."

You stare at him in disbelief, but he just laughs and pulls you in for a hug.

"$10,000 is nothing to make sure my little sister isn't hurt."

You denied it when Pietro asked you later if you were crying.

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"You should show up here. At 7 PM."

You look at Pietro.

"Are you trying to set me up with your sister again?"

"No. Yes. Maybe," Pietro answers.

"Give it up, man," you shake your head at him.

He talks about Wanda all the time. You admit you're a little intrigued by her. But only because Pietro spins her in such a wonderful light, even when he tells you stories of when she's being an asshole.

"My sister is going to die alone with a cat, have some sympathy, and meet her. I guarantee you'll want to lock her down. I'm convinced she's your soulmate," Pietro determinedly keeps going.

"Why are you convinced of that?" You quirk your brow.

"Because she's prickly, you're super nice and patient, and I can't explain it anymore, just meet her!" Pietro whines.

You laugh.

"Well, I'll actually be traveling to Europe next month for a volunteer experience there for some less fortunate kids who need counseling. But, I'm not opposed to meeting her when I'm back. No guarantees, though, and on one condition."

"What's that?" He asks you excitedly.

"I want her yearbook, and when I meet her, I'll give it back," you tell him.

"Why do you want her yearbook?" He asked confusedly.

"I never got to write in it," you tell him.

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"That was the last time I got to see him. He died while I was in Europe."

Wanda knows because she was in the car accident too.

She opens her yearbook and sees an added message on the back, the only other writing in it other than Pietro's.

Wanda,

You may not recognize me, but I wanted to say thank you, for all those years ago, for sticking up for me and getting my things back.

Sincerely,

The girl you saved.

There was a picture there, and Wanda flipped it over. She sees a picture of you back in university, with a familiar dirty backpack.

"When I saw you at the bridge...I just couldn't let you die. You were someone Pietro loved so much. I--"

"Did you blame me?"

Wanda saw a flash of guilt through your eyes.

"I did at first. I hated you at first. You were his family. He loved you so much, he loved me like family, and now he's gone."

Small things over the past few months pass through Wanda's head. Like how you talked as if you new Pietro, trying to get her to not blame herself.

She listened to the words, a dull ache in her chest because the truth felt like you had blamed her too, and she deserved it.

"But...Pietro was right. I met you, got to know you, and everything Pietro told me about you was right. I couldn't blame him for trying to set me up with you."

What a small word, Wanda thought. 

And you were begging.

"Please don't hate me."

But Wanda merely closed the yearbook and opened her arms so you could dive into her comfort.

Because even though you had blamed her, hated her at first, you still saved Wanda. You still stuck around, cleaned her mess up, loved her even when she was awful to you. 

You took in all her imperfections, loved her, and let her love you.

"You are my soulmate," you confess her to, lips quivering.

"Pietro always had a way of taking care of his family. I asked him at the funeral for help, and he gave me you," Wanda whispered.

Your tears stopped at Wanda's calming words. She pulled back, cupping your face as her thumb wiped your tears.

"I love you," she insists. "I'm never letting this hand go."

She holds up your hand, pressing her lips to the painted red string around your wrist.

"I was lost, but you found me. I'm never letting you go."

PART X