#this is all over the place cause i took a lot of coffee so my adhd is in overdrive but i had to let this out lol
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Outage - Yunsan
KINKTOBER DAY 19, REQ. BY anon
~"Can you write a college au fic where Yunho and San are best friends living next door to the (fem)reader's apartment/ dorm. Both of them like the reader and they ended having a threesome at the guys' place (maybe she goes to their dorm during a power outage cause she's scared, you can decide the reason she's there). I'd like for the reader to be a virgin, whereas the guys are a bit more experienced. Yunho is a mean, rough dom while San is a softer, gentler dom and they work together to give the reader multiple orgasms in various positions." - I'm so sorry ml I would add all the details but it's gonna occupy all the space :<
pairing: yunho x reader x san
genre: 18+, filth, college au
summary: oops, energy's out on your floor. What a good night to go over at your besties, to finish your study session. Yeah, right.. you studied, for sure.. how to give a bj.
wc: 5.8k
warnings: college au, best friends, big dick!yunsan, reader is a virgin, finger sucking, fingering, multiple orgasms (A LOT OF THEM), like 3 orgasms by fingering and one by fucking for reader and yunsan having like two each... so lots of cummm, overstim, dacryphilia, bj, double penetration, yunho is a rougher dom than san, marking (LOOOTSSS OF ITTT), lots of eye contact, praising, pet names (sweetie, love, sweetheart, princess), unprotected, completely consensual, for sure forgot something, unedited might edit later.
Author's Note: it legitimately took me 5 days to finish this fic đ§ââď¸ but it has 5.8k words so ig it's pretty expected đââď¸. It is as detailed as I could write it, my love.. I hope you like it. Pls let me know if you did by completing the request form or by sending me an ask to my inbox! 𼰠I loved writing it, ngl... Enjoy, guys !!
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.
The cool evening air nipped at your cheeks as you walked down the hallway of your apartment building with San and Yunho, your books and notebooks bundled tightly in your arms. Despite the demands of your classes, the three of you had fallen into a comfortable rhythm this semester, balancing study sessions with countless inside jokes, late-night ramen runs, and endless laughter. Living in the same building, with you just a few doors down from their shared dorm, had only solidified the bond between you.
"So," Yunho said, glancing down at you with a teasing smile as you reached the door to their place, "how much of Professor Leeâs reading did you actually finish last night?"
You groaned, letting your head fall back dramatically. "Please donât remind me. I got, like, halfway before I passed out.â
San chuckled, brushing his shoulder against yours. âThatâs better than Yunho and me. We didnât even crack the book open.â
Yunho put his hands up in mock defense. âHey, I never claimed I was on top of things! Besides, I was too busy helping San fix that stupid coffee machine he broke.â
San rolled his eyes, nudging him. âYouâre the one who insisted on trying to âhackâ it to make double shots.â
âDetails, details.â Yunho gave you both an exaggerated shrug, making you laugh.
As the three of you lingered in the hallway, the faint warmth of your playful banter started to drift. There was a stack of assignments waiting to be tackled, so after a few more exchanges, you decided to head to your own dorm.
"Alright, weâve procrastinated long enough," you sighed. "Iâll see you guys later?"
San nodded, grinning. âWeâll probably still be awake at 2 a.m. if you wanna come back and cram together.â
Yunho gave a wink. âOr if you get bored, you know where to find us.â
âNoted,â you replied with a smirk, giving them a small wave as you turned and walked down the hall to your door.
Inside, your dorm room was quiet, lit only by the faint amber glow of your desk lamp. You settled in, organizing your textbooks and notes, trying to get into the right mindset to finally tackle your assignments. An hour ticked by, then another, and you began to make progress. But just as you were reaching the last few pages of your reading, the lights suddenly flickered. Then, with a low hum, everything went dark.
You stared at the darkness for a moment, blinking in surprise. The hallway lights were out too, leaving your entire floor eerily quiet and still. You grabbed your phone and quickly typed out a message to Yunho and San:
âHey, my power just went out⌠Can I come over and finish my work? I canât see anything here.â
The reply was almost instant. Yunhoâs text popped up first: âDefinitely! Weâll keep the lights on for you.â
Sanâs text followed a second later. âCome on over. Weâll even share the snacks.â
You smiled at their texts and went on packing everything you needed. Pens, the highlighters you always used for your notes, notebooks, textbooks⌠everything you thought youâd need. As you went out the door and locked it, you smiled and turned on the phone flashlight and went up the stairs to their dorm.
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When you arrived at their room, Yunho opened the door with a grin, his eyes sparkling as he held it wide for you to enter. Inside, the room was cozy and warmly lit, shadows casting soft outlines across their books and scattered notes. The faint scent of coffee and something sweet lingered, wrapping you in an inviting warmth that made the tension from your dark, quiet room dissipate.
You placed your things on the table and settled into a chair, and before you even had a chance to fully adjust, Yunho shifted beside you. He leaned over, feigning interest in your notes, though his attention clearly lingered on you more than your work. His arm brushed yours, his fingers lightly grazing the edge of your hand, sending a gentle warmth up your arm.
âFeels better here, doesnât it?â he murmured, his voice soft, almost inviting you to agree.
You nodded, trying to focus on the pages in front of you, but the warmth of his presence was impossible to ignore.
âDefinitely feels better than sitting alone in the dark,â you whispered, a small smile creeping onto your face.
From the other side, San watched with a relaxed smile, sliding his chair closer. He rested a hand on the back of your seat, his fingers just barely skimming your shoulder, his touch grounding and comforting.
âGood thing you have us,â San murmured, his thumb brushing softly along the curve of your shoulder. The warmth in his voice, usually playful, was softer, almost reverent. He looked at you with a gentleness that made your heart flutter, his touch a calming presence that drew you in.
The room filled with a quiet, intimate energy as you all fell into a natural silence, the rustling of paper and the faint click of a pen the only sounds. But gradually, the space between you felt like it was diminishing, your awareness of their proximity deepening with every gentle touch and sidelong glance.
Yunhoâs fingers began a slow trail along the length of your arm, a feather-light touch that made your pulse race, yet somehow left you craving more. His gaze held yours, warm and open, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
âYouâre too quiet now,â he teased softly. âUsually you canât stop talking.â
The words sent a shiver through you, and you managed a soft laugh, your voice barely above a whisper. âGuess Iâm⌠distracted.â
Sanâs hand moved, his fingers brushing along your shoulder as his gaze softened. He looked at you for a moment, his usual grin replaced by a serious, thoughtful expression. âWell,â he murmured, âwe donât mind sharing a little⌠distraction.â
Surrounded by them both, you felt the pull of their closeness, each touch deepening the quiet understanding between you. The night continued in gentle, charged stillness, their presence speaking louder than words as you sat together, enveloped in warmth, comfort, and something that felt undeniably right.
The quiet atmosphere began to thrum with anticipation, an unspoken intensity filling the air as Yunhoâs gaze lingered on yours, searching. He finally took a deep breath, and his voice, usually bright and playful, softened with a serious edge.
âI think we need to tell you something,â Yunho said, his fingers still tracing light circles on your arm, sending ripples of warmth through your skin. You looked up, curiosity and apprehension mingling in your expression.
He glanced at San, who gave him a subtle nod, his eyes holding a similar warmth as he looked at you. Yunho took another breath, a little unsteady, then met your eyes again.
âWe both⌠like you,â he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of his words echoed in your heart. âSan and I⌠weâve talked about this, and we know itâs unusual, but neither of us could ignore how we feel.â
San moved closer, his hand resting gently on your shoulder, his touch both reassuring and grounding. âWe want you to know that weâre here for you, together⌠if youâd want that too.â His voice was low and steady, but you could see the hint of vulnerability in his gaze as he waited for your reaction.
Your heart raced, the reality of their words sinking in, a warmth blossoming in your chest. You found yourself nodding, a small smile breaking across your lips as you whispered, âYes, I⌠I want that too.â
A flicker of mischief sparked in Yunhoâs eyes as he leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss to your temple. âYou should know⌠weâll take good care of you.â Then he paused, noticing the slight blush on your cheeks, the way your gaze shifted shyly downward.
âActually, thereâs something you should know tooâŚâ you whispered, the words tumbling out, heart racing as you admitted, âIâm⌠not experienced. I haven't, uh - had sex.. before.â
Yunhoâs expression softened, a gentle laugh escaping him as he reached out to cup your cheek, his touch warm and steady. âThen, weâll take it slow,â he promised, his voice tender. He looked over to San, who nodded with a smirk and a glint in his eye. âWeâll make sure youâre⌠well taken care of,â Yunho murmured, the reassurance in his words filling you with a sense of warmth and trust.
Yunhoâs fingers slid down, grazing your jawline, his touch electrifying as he closed the distance between you. The air felt thick, charged, as if any moment of hesitation had melted away, replaced by something deeper, more primal. His eyes, dark with intent, flickered over your face, taking in every inch of your expression, every shallow breath. He leaned closer, his gaze settling on your lips, and you felt yourself drawn toward him, as if his very presence held you captive.
Just as his lips brushed yours, Sanâs hands found your waist, pulling you gently back against him. His warmth enveloped you, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned down, pressing a feather-light kiss below your ear. âWeâll go at your pace,â he whispered, his voice a soft promise, yet laced with that familiar teasing edge. His lips trailed along the curve of your neck, slow and deliberate, as Yunhoâs fingers found their way to your hair, tilting your face back to meet his gaze.
âAre you still nervous?â Yunho murmured, his voice rich and warm. His eyes softened with understanding, yet there was an undeniable impatience simmering beneath, a quiet hunger that made your breath catch. You shook your head, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips, and Yunhoâs own smirk grew as he finally, slowly, closed the last bit of space between you.
The kiss was tender at first, a gentle exploration, but you felt the fire building with each second. Yunhoâs hands, no longer hesitant, traced down your back, drawing you closer as if he couldnât bear the distance any longer. Sanâs grip on your waist tightened, his mouth pressing firmer against your neck, his breath sending a thrill down your spine. He sucked dark marks all over your back and shoulders, soft whines escaping your slowly rising chest. Every inch of you was surrounded by their warmth, their presence, until all you could feel was them, grounding you, igniting you, and filling you with a new, intoxicating sense of belonging.
âWe've been waiting for this⌠y/n. For a looong time..â San whispered in your ear from behind, tracing his fingers on your body. He looked up at Yunho and gave him an understanding nod, to which Yunho pulled back, âYes, sweetie.. you with that little smile of yours⌠and face. personality of yoursâŚâ.
In an instant, San lifted you up, his arms steady and strong as he carried you over to the bed, the movement gentle but filled with a kind of care that made your heart skip a beat. He laid you down with the utmost tenderness, settling behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His hold was warm, comforting, and his fingers traced soft, delicate patterns along your arm, grounding you in this moment.
With San pressed against your back, Yunho moved to the edge of the bed, crawling forward to face you. His gaze held a softness that made you feel cherished, and as he took in every detail of your face, his smile was both gentle and captivating.
âYouâre beautiful,â Yunho murmured, his voice low but full of sincerity. His fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, tucking it carefully behind your ear. âEverything about you⌠just perfect.â
A blush crept into your cheeks at his words, and you looked down for a moment, but Yunho tilted your chin up, bringing your gaze back to his. âHey, donât hide from us now,â he whispered, his thumb brushing softly along your jawline. âWe want to see you⌠all of you.â
Behind you, San nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his breath warm as he held you closer. âYunhoâs right,â he murmured, his tone soft yet intense. âWeâve been drawn to you for so long⌠more than we ever let on.â His arms tightened around you, the embrace protective and reassuring, grounding you in their presence. His lips found their way again on your neck, right under your jaw, where he marked you again. He was just oh-so-thirsty for you.
Yunho leaned closer, his forehead almost resting against yours, his voice a soft murmur. âItâs always been you. The way you laugh, the way you care about people⌠youâre everything we could have asked for.â
The gentle pressure of their touch, the way they held you so close, filled you with a warmth that ran deeper than anything youâd known. Their affection, their sincerityâit was as if theyâd been holding onto these feelings for so long, waiting for the perfect moment to share them with you.
Sanâs hand moved slowly, gently intertwining his fingers with yours, his breath soft against your ear as he whispered, âWeâre right here, and weâre not going anywhere.â
In their embrace, you felt safe, cherished, and undeniably loved, wrapped in the warmth of their closeness and the quiet intimacy of the moment.
Yunhoâs eyes met yours, a hint of mischief glinting in his gaze as he leaned down, his lips brushing just below your collarbone. His fingers grazed along your shoulders, and he let his lips linger, pressing warm, slow kisses down the curve of your neck, making his way lower. Each touch felt like a silent promise, but there was something more deliberate in the way his lips marked your skin. The heat of his breath traced down to your collarbone, and as he pressed against you, his hands held you firmly in place.
With a quiet murmur, Yunho drew back slightly, his mouth leaving a faint, warm imprint on your skin, and turned to glance at San. His smile was laced with both a challenge and a hint of possessiveness. âIâm marking her everywhere,â he said, his voice low and edged with a playful intensity. âLetâs see who makes her feel it more.â
San smirked, his fingers still intertwined with yours, while Yunhoâs hand found its way to your thigh. His touch was steady, almost firm, and he pushed your legs apart, creating space between you, his gaze tracing over your form with clear appreciation. âYouâre beautiful,â he murmured, the words gentle against the intensity of his actions. His fingers slid along the soft skin of your thigh, a hint of roughness to his touch that made your heart race. Every glance, every touch, held a kind of reverence as if he was both admiring and claiming you all at once.
Yunhoâs eyes never left yours as his lips began to trail slowly downward, warm and intentional, leaving a path of tender heat across your skin. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them just enough to make space as he leaned in, his lips pressing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, and every now and then he would pause, sucking gently at the delicate skin until he left a faint, possessive mark in his wake. His fingers tightened slightly around your thighs, grounding you in the sensation of his touch as he worked his way upward.
Behind you, Sanâs hand moved to your neck, his thumb tracing a gentle line along your jaw before he tilted your chin up, his own mouth finding its way to the curve of your throat. The warmth of his breath brushed against your skin as he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss just below your jawline. âJust let us show you,â he murmured softly, his tone filled with affection, his fingers moving to caress the sensitive skin beneath your ear.
Sanâs hold on your jaw made your head tilt back slightly, and you felt Yunhoâs mouth on your thighs, trailing upward with unhurried intensity, marking you as he went, savoring each touch. The way they held youâSanâs protective yet gentle hold from behind and Yunhoâs firm, claiming presence from the frontâmade your heart race, filling you with an undeniable sense of being cherished, their attention leaving you breathless in the quiet warmth of their embrace.
Sanâs breath grew heavier behind you, and you could feel the unmistakable heat of his cock pressing firmly against your lower back, his restraint slipping with every moment. His hands moved to your waist, fingers tightening as he pulled you up, shifting you to sit fully on his lap. The sensation of him beneath you sent a warm blush to your cheeks, and you smiled, caught off guard yet undeniably drawn to the warmth and intensity of his touch.
Meanwhile, Yunho was still focused on you, his lips grazing along the sensitive skin of your thighs, leaving small marks that trailed upward, each one deliberate, each one claiming. His hands roamed softly along your legs as he pressed one last kiss to your inner thigh before he pulled back, catching sight of the subtle evidence of your own arousal against the linen beneath you. A playful smirk tugged at his lips, and he looked up, meeting your gaze with a glint of mischief.
Without breaking eye contact, Yunhoâs hand moved slowly, confidently, his fingers trailing along your inner thigh before reaching that sensitive place, his touch both gentle and intentional. His fingers explored with careful precision, his eyes watching your every reaction, savoring the way you responded to each movement. Sanâs hands remained steady at your waist, anchoring you in place as Yunho leaned in, his gaze filled with both admiration and a playful challenge, entirely focused on you, caught in the moment they shared with you.
âYouâre so wet already⌠I can see that you love being marked, is that right?â Yunho asked, his finger pressing against your clit, keeping eye contact with you. âTell me, sweetie. You wanted this too, mm?â two of his fingers found itâs way in, your head falling back on Sanâs shoulder as you felt Yunhoâs fingers curling inside you. He started to finger you, his long, slender fingers hitting spots youâd never thought would arouse you but here you were.. between the two men youâve always dreamed of.
âYunho.. letâs take turns, shall we?â San said from behind, your eyes widened at his words. What did he mean by.. take turns..? you asked yourself.
He smiled at Sanâs words. âYeah, sure.. why not. But first, let me have my way with her..â Yunho said and curled his fingers inside you, hitting your g spot a couple of times, moans escaping your throat. âThen.. you can have your way with her and.. â he circled your clit with his thumb, making you bite your lip, âwe can both have our way with her.â San scoffed from behind, approvingly.
âNow.. let's see how much you can handle, sweetheart.â the taller one whispered and he worked both of his hands around your folds. His right hand was 2 fingers deep inside you, finger fucking you rapidly, building your orgasm, while his other hand had the thumb onto your clit, rubbing it in circles, sometimes putting pressure on it. You squirmed and squirmed in front of him and above San, until you basically couldn't take it anymore.
âY-yunho..!â you started, but words dissipated fast.
âWhat, princess?â he smiled at you, your face flustered.
âI-i.. ngh.. gotta-â you moaned out the last word, head falling back once again onto San's chest.
âUse your words, pretty girl.â
âI- gotta⌠c-cum! Yunho, p-pleaseâŚâ you pleaded, eyes teary from being stretched out by his fingers.
Yunhoâs smirk grew, his fingers maintaining that perfect, teasing rhythm. He watched you closely, keeping eye contact, catching each hitch in your breath, each tremble, like he was savoring every second. âThere we go, princessâ he murmured, his tone turning a touch more commanding. âLet it all outâŚâ Yunho said and pressed all your sweet spots until you squirmed over his hand and came all over, creaming on his fingers.
Sanâs hold tightened from behind, his hands firm on your waist, pulling you slightly against him. âYou think you can handle more, princess?â His voice had a rougher edge now, the soft amusement shifting to something more intense.
âY-yes.. please..â you whispered, voice low and quiet.
âThen.. show us just how much you can take it, sweetheart.â
Yunhoâs fingers pressed deeper for a moment, coaxing a soft sound from you that only seemed to encourage them. âLook at you, so eager,â he murmured, his voice velvet-smooth but with a hint of challenge. âWeâre not even close to done with you, sweetheart.â
âC'mon, San.. come here. Switch with me.â the taller one said and lifted you, putting you down in his lap, right against his hard cock. He was.. way lengthier than San was but.. San was.. girthier, you'd say? Either way, you were slightly scared of how painfully pleasurable it was gonna be.
You were already out of it. Face sweaty, flustered, eyes teary and legs trembling, but they were not yet done. San's hand ran between your legs, his fingers tracing your thighs. He lubed them up on your own juices then pushed them in, his fingers girthier than Yunho's. Two fingers of his feeling like 3 of Yunho's, you felt yourself being stretched out even more than before. You were close to your high again, even faster than before as you were already aroused.
âYou look so beautiful like this, my princesâŚâ San said and sucked a mark on your thigh. Surprised, you moaned pushing your head back into Yunho's buff chest. His right hand went under your chin and slowly pulled your mouth to his, going in for a kiss. At first, it was a soft, tender one. Then, as your moans and whines grew more often and his groans revrebrating through your body, the kiss deepened and the knot in your belly started to feel tighter and tighter, until San curled his fingers into your g-spot and clit at the same time and you beautifully came onto his fingers for the 2nd time in a row.
âThat's it, sweetheartâŚâ San whispered
Yunho continued from behind, âSuch a good girl..â
How Yunho called you sent a shiver down your spine. Yunho lifted you up onto his lap, sitting you straight.
âOne more, sweetie? We promise it's the last oneâŚâ he said.
âH-uh? I-â you couldn't even talk, but you nodded your head in approval. The boys looked at each other, giving understanding stares. San pulled you to his chest, placing you on his thigh. You were basically sitting sideways on his lap, your legs spread out evenly. Yunho came under your left leg, in the same position San was. They both pulled your legs outwards slightly, resting on one another's thighs. (it's like they're really close to each other and she's sitting on both men's thighs, left leg over Yunho's entire leg and right one over San's).
They held you promptly and their fingers traveled over your body, Yunhoâs hand resting on your waist, San's on your breasts.
âAre you ready, our princess?â San asked.
You nodded. That was it.
âHold your legs and spread out, darling.â
Both men's fingers went for your hole, a loud moan escaping your throat as you felt both men stretching you in opposite directions. One another was softly pulling towards themselves, inserting each of them two of their fingers, as deep as possible.
They took their time, as if savoring the moment as much as you, their breaths steady and close to your ear, a soft warmth reminding you that they were fully present. Their fingers moved with an intimacy that spoke volumes, every subtle yet harsh movement letting you feel how attuned they were to every reaction, every moan, whine you made.
Their touch became more focused, the rhythm of their fingers overwhelming as you felt the tension building deep within you. Sanâs voice was a soft murmur by your ear, encouraging you, each word melting into the warmth of his breath, heightening every sensation. Yunhoâs grip on your waist steadied you, his thumb brushing along your side in tender, grounding strokes, keeping you fully present in the moment.
And then, with a final, gentle touch, the wave overtook you, breaking over you like a rush of warmth. Your body trembled in their embrace, your breaths mingling with theirs as they held you through every second, their hands offering steady reassurance as the sensations washed over you in gentle waves.
As you came down from your high, tears formed in your eyes from the overstimulation. You came all over their hands and linen for the 3rd time, biting your lips in pleasure.
They put you down slowly on the bed, then both sat right in front of you on their knees. Their cocks were dripping continuously with precum, hard and throbbing, waiting for action.
âGoddammit⌠you look so pretty like this. Teary eyes.. all fucked out and flushed and we didn't even fuck you yet. Yunho, isn't she perfect like this? Imagine her after we fuck her⌠oh god.â San said, carresing your cheek as he wiped off some tears.
Yunhoâs eyes darkened, a low, breathless chuckle escaping his lips as he took in the sight of you, utterly captivated. He ran his fingers along your trembling jawline, thumb grazing over your lips. âPerfect doesnât even cover it,â he murmured, voice laced with a deep, possessive edge. âBut I donât think I can wait any longer to see just how beautiful youâll look after⌠Come here.â
He stood, pulling you gently toward the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving yours. âRight here," he instructed, his gaze commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. "Letâs see just how pretty you can be for us.â
He raised his brow at his cock, but backed off for a second. He looked at you, and then at San.
San smirked as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with intensity as he took in the sight of you kneeling so prettily on the edge of the bed, exactly where he wanted you. One knee pressed beside your thigh, he leaned in close, the warmth of his breath brushing your skin as he lifted his hand toward your lips.
Keeping steady eye contact, he raised his brows and tilted his head slightly. âOpen,â he instructed softly, his voice commanding yet gentle, coaxing you to follow his lead. As your lips parted, he slipped two fingers past them, a glint of satisfaction in his gaze. âGood girl. Now, close around them⌠slowly, just like that.â
His fingers rested on your tongue, and he watched, completely focused, guiding you with a calm authority. âSuck, nice and easy," he whispered, his voice darkening, "let your tongue glide over them⌠there you go.â His eyes flickered with approval, and he leaned in just a little closer, his thumb brushing your chin as he murmured, âShow me how well you can listen.â
As you sucked on his fingers, coating them in your own saliva, he smiled at you, satisfied with your work. He then inserted one more finger, your tongue immediately moving and slurping around. After he was more than satisfied with it, he pulled out with a slight popping sound and backed off. He patted Yunho on the chest, who has been lazily stroking his length, looking at the two of you.
âJust in time.. I was going insane back here.â Yunho got closer to you, one of his hand tangling in your hair softly. âOpen up, darling. Don't make me wait,â he said and tapped your lower lip with the tip of his cock, to which you opened your mouth and slowly took in his length. The corners of your lips stung as he slowly thrusted in your mouth, hurrying you to adjust to his size.
Yunho's breathing grew heavier as he watched you, his gaze dark and focused. Each slow movement seemed to be its own silent command, urging you to take more of him. His fingers tangled further in your hair, his grip firm yet tender.
You felt your cheeks hollow slightly as you adjusted to his size, your lips stretching around him in a way that sent a heated thrill through both of you. A soft whine slipped past your lips when he pulled back slightly, leaving you wanting more.
He chuckled, a low, knowing sound. âYou feel so good, princess.." he murmured, his voice thick with restraint, though his eyes told a different story. You responded with a light hum, the vibrations adding to the tension building between you both. As his pace quickened, your hands found their way to his hips, steadying yourself as he guided you closer to his peak, mouth fucking you rapidly, feeling every corner of your mouth.
With one final, harsh thrust, Yunhoâs breaths became uneven, his fingers tightening in your hair as his focus blurred, surrendering to the intensity of the moment. His low, rough voice spilled out in a shuddered exhale as he came. He looked down at you and nodded, urging you to slurp everything, âswallow, sweetheart.â and you did as told.
Just as you felt Yunhoâs hand leave your hair, San took his place before you. He offered a playful smile.
Slowly, you welcomed him, the slight stretch challenging yet thrilling, but you never looked away. His hand reached forward as a tear slipped from the corner of your eye, a silent promise of reassurance as he swept his thumb gently across your cheek. With each slow movement, his thumb remained there, resting on your face.
âFuck.. you didn't lie at all, manâŚâ his head lolled back, biting his lip, âwhen you said she feels good..â
Sanâs breaths quickened as he found a rhythm, but he kept his focus on you, reading every reaction, every subtle change in your expression. He couldn't wait anymore. He wanted to cum and that was it. His hand pushed your head on his cock, making you gag and slightly choke on it. As he did that a couple of times he came right down your throat, urging you to swallow his load. It took him a couple of moments to release everything, your eyes teary as he kept his cock down your throat until the end.
âDamn.. that was hotâ Yunho said from behind, his cock hard again, heavy in his hand.
âPrincess.. would you be able to endure one round of⌠both of us fucking you, hm?â Yunho said, both men standing in front of you, keeping eye contact. âI just can't wait for my turn, you know?â he continued.
âI-uhâ you hesitated for a second, but smiled and nodded shyly, looking up at him.
âThat's our girl, man⌠look at her. Already flushed and ravished, but still wants more? Such a good girlâŚâ San said and pushed you on the bed, crawling under you. He held you close to his chest as he moved up slightly and rested his back against the headboard. Yunho came from behind and kneeled right behind you, his hands resting on your waist.
âAre you ready, love?â he said from behind, your eyes looking into San's, not knowing what to expect. You nodded, and San was the first one to act. He thrusted as slow as possible in your cunt, your hands gripping the headboard as he let you get accustomed to his size. A loud moan escaped your throat, words stuttering as he started to keep up on a pace. Yunho did the same after he let you get used to San and as he started to softly fuck you, your eyes teared up and drops of tears fell onto San's chest. He wiped them off, in awe of your reactions and fucked you. harshness betraying his neediness for you.
âFuck, you're so tightâŚâ he said and his hands drove up and down on your back, trying to soothe you.
Sanâs hand gently caressed your cheek as you locked eyes with him, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady beneath you. His thumb traced over your cheekbone, wiping away any lingering tears "Youâre incredible," he murmured softly, voice thick with admiration.
Behind you, Yunhoâs hands remained anchored on your waist, fingers pressing into you in a grounding way. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, âYouâre doing so well.â His tone was a blend of awe and satisfaction, his voice rough but filled with warmth that made you feel completely safe.
As they both moved with you, their rhythm became an unspoken exchange, synchronized in a way that felt almost effortless. You could feel the tension building in each of them, both of them on the edge, breaths deepening as they drew nearer to their highs. Sanâs grip on your thighs tightened, his knuckles grazing your skin, grounding you both as he savored every second. Yunhoâs hand slipped up your back in a soothing motion, his rough exhale brushing against your shoulder, each of them close to finishing.
As they fucked you for a couple of times, you came unannounced, your aching walls tightening around their cocks. Surprised, both San and Yunho came down from their high simultaneously, their huge loads filling both of your holes to the brim. They fucked you through your orgasms and slowly came down to a stop.
Yunho slowly pulled back, exhaling a long, satisfied breath. His hand lingered on your back for a moment, his thumb tracing gentle circles, grounding both of you in the moment. He offered you a soft, tender smile, cheeks flushed and breathing deeply. San's arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you close to his chest as he settled back.
âYou did so well,â Yunho murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple, his voice low and full of pride. His fingers brushed along your cheek with a feather-light touch, his gaze filled with awe. âYouâre so beautiful, love⌠canât believe how lucky we are.â
San pressed his lips to the top of your head, his grip tightening around you as he whispered, âSuch a good girl.â His fingers traced soothing patterns along your back. âEvery bit of you is incredible, you know that?â
The two of them exchanged a quiet smile over you, their gazes warm. They both leaned in, pressing gentle kisses to your cheeks, to your forehead, each one tender, grounding, letting you know how much you were cherished.
âLet's get you washed up, alright?â San said and lifted you, carrying you to the bathroom and placing you down.
âT-thank you.. it was in-incredible.â you finally managed to form a sentence, both boys looking contently in your eyes. They smiled at your words and San gave you a hand, holding you tight while the taller one turned on the shower.
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ok this was already said before and yes im only making this post because i agree with messigoku and i didnt wanna derail it even tho again i do agree with the poll (one correction tho the states poll person is not american) ANYWAY before my adhd makes me ramble more:
those polls always rubbed me the wrong way?? like even before that person made that tone-death-at-best poll about hawaii some things they added beforehand is like??? why??? why did you put 9/11 on a poll about new york. like i know some ppl "joke" about that event (even tho we should stop) but why the hell would you think thats a good idea.
and mount rushmore??? the mountain that was stolen from the natives in the area and put four ugly racists in the stone??? you thought that was a good idea? are you allergic to google or Knowing Implications or
#author makes a speech#this is all over the place cause i took a lot of coffee so my adhd is in overdrive but i had to let this out lol#i hope it makes sense lmfao
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fainting father | oscar piastri
oscar piastri x fem!reader
Oscar is many things, being a fainter is one of those things.
request: hiii beachy so Iâve been watching a lot of labor tiktokâs and like Oscar is so nonchalant but I feel like during readers labor he faints and itâs just chaotic and reader is really calm and heâs like freaking out and inevitably faints.
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Oscar parked the car outside the hospital, his grip on the steering wheel noticeably tight. âAre you sure youâre okay?â he asked for the tenth time, looking over at you with wide eyes.
You chuckled, patting his hand reassuringly. âOscar, Iâm fine. This is perfectly normal.â
Oscar nodded, helping you out of the car and into the hospital. The automatic doors whooshed open, welcoming you into the bustling environment. Nurses and doctors moved with purpose, the sterile scent of antiseptic with the faint aroma of coffee from the nearby cafĂŠ.
Once inside, you were shown to a room, and the nurse informed you that theyâd be monitoring you for a bit. The room was had itâs comforting touches, with a soft blanket draped over the bed and a picture of a serene landscape on the wall.
As you settled into the hospital bed, Oscar stood by your side, trying to look composed. âDo you need anything? Water? A pillow?â
You shook your head, smiling. âIâm good, really. Just need to relax for a bit.â
Oscar nodded, still looking around nervously. âOkay, but if you need anything, just let me know.â
You reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. âRelax, Oscar. Weâve got this.â
For the next hour, you both chatted casually, watching TV and joking around. Oscar seemed to relax a bit, his usual nonchalant demeanor returning.
âYou know,â you said, teasingly, âI always thought youâd be the calm one during this.â
Oscar laughed. âWell, I thought so too. But seeing you like this⌠itâs different.â
You smiled, appreciating his honesty. âItâs going to be fine. Just stay with me.â
As the hours passed, you began to feel stronger contractions. At first, they were manageable, but soon they started to intensify. You gripped the sides of the bed, breathing deeply. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor provided a steady backdrop to the growing tension.
Oscar noticed the change immediately. âAre you okay? Should I call the nurse?â
You shook your head, trying to stay calm. âItâs just⌠getting stronger.â
As the contractions grew more intense, Oscar started to sweat. He stood up, pacing back and forth beside your bed. âShouldnât they be doing something? What if somethingâs wrong?â
You found his reaction amusing, despite the pain. âOscar, itâs fine. This is normal.â
He looked at you, wide-eyed. âNormal? This doesnât seem normal!â
You couldnât help but laugh, which caused you to wince. âYouâre freaking out more than I am.â
Oscar stopped pacing, looking a bit sheepish. âI just⌠I hate seeing you in pain.â
You reached out, taking his hand again. âI know. But remember, itâs temporary.â
The nurse came in to check on you, and you mentioned the pain was becoming too much. Soon after, the anesthesiologist arrived to administer the epidural.
Oscar held your hand, his face turning pale as the needle came into view. âOh my god, thatâs a big needle,â he muttered, his voice wavering.
You squeezed his hand gently. âLook at me, Oscar. Just focus on me.â
He nodded, but you could see the panic in his eyes. The anesthesiologist inserted the needle, and you winced slightly.
Oscarâs grip on your hand tightened. âYouâre so brave,â he said, his voice shaky. âI donât know how youâre doing this.â
You smiled at him, despite the discomfort. âItâs all part of the process.â
With the epidural in place, you felt more comfortable as the contractions continued. Oscar, however, seemed to grow more anxious by the minute. He kept glancing at the monitor, then back at you, his brow furrowed with worry.
âYouâre doing great,â he kept saying, though it was unclear if he was talking to you or himself.
You reached out to touch his arm, trying to calm him. âOscar, breathe. Weâre in this together.â
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. âI know, I know. Iâm just⌠I canât stand seeing you in pain.â
You squeezed his hand. âItâs temporary. And soon, weâll have our baby.â
When the doctor announced it was time to push, Oscarâs anxiety hit a new peak. He held your hand, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe.
âOkay, love, deep breaths,â he stammered.
You nodded, focusing on your breathing. The room was filled with the sound of your labored breaths and the encouraging words of the medical staff. The scent of antiseptic was stronger now, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood.
Oscar tried to stay strong, but as the baby began to crown, he turned pale. âOh god, I canâtâŚâ
He staggered back, his eyes rolling back as he fainted, collapsing to the floor with a thud.
At that moment, a new midwife walked into the room. She glanced down at Oscarâs prone form and sighed, stepping over him to reach you. âOh, heâs one of those dads,â she said with a chuckle.
You couldnât help but laugh despite the pain, the absurdity of the situation providing a brief distraction.
With Oscar still out cold on the floor, you focused on bringing your baby into the world. After one final push, you heard the beautiful sound of your baby boyâs first cry. The room seemed to fill with light, the sound of your babyâs cry mingling with your own joyful tears.
The midwife placed him on your chest, and you smiled down at him, tears of joy streaming down your face. âHi there, little one.â
Oscar stirred just in time to see this precious moment. He scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with awe and love as he took in the sight of you and your newborn son. âHeâs⌠heâs perfect,â he whispered, tears in his eyes.
As the medical staff checked on the baby and ensured you were comfortable, a nurse and the doctor helped Oscar to the couch in the corner of the room. They placed an ice pack on his forehead, making sure he was okay.
You looked over at him, a broad smile on your face. âAre you alright over there, fainting father?â
Oscar blushed, managing a sheepish grin. âYeah, Iâm fine. Just needed a moment.â
You laughed softly, the joy of the moment overwhelming the chaos. âYou were perfect, Oscar. I expected nothing less.â
He looked at you with adoration, his previous panic forgotten as he marveled at your strength and the tiny life you both had created. âI love you,â he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
âI love you too,â you replied, knowing that despite the chaos, this was the most perfect moment of your life.
A month later, you and Oscar were lounging on the couch at home, your baby boy sleeping peacefully in his bassinet nearby. The doorbell rang, and Oscar got up to answer it. Moments later, he returned with Lando in tow.
âHey, you two!â Lando greeted, his eyes lighting up when he saw the baby. âIs this the little guy? Heâs adorable!â
You smiled proudly. âYep, thatâs him. Want to hold him?â
Lando nodded eagerly, gently picking up the baby. âWow, heâs so tiny. How are you feeling? How was everything?â
You glanced at Oscar, who was already starting to turn red. âIt was quite the experience,â you said, grinning.
Lando noticed Oscarâs reaction and raised an eyebrow. âOsc? What happened?â
You chuckled, deciding to spare Oscar some embarrassment. âWell, letâs just say Oscar had a bit of a hard time staying conscious.â
Landoâs eyes widened with amusement. âReally? Oscar Piastri, Mr. Cool and Collected, fainted?â
Oscar groaned, covering his face with his hands. âIt was⌠intense.â
You laughed, giving Oscar a reassuring pat on the back. âHe was great, though. Really. Just had a bit of a fainting spell when things got real.â
Lando burst out laughing. âOh man, I wish I couldâve seen that.â
Oscar peeked out from behind his hands, his blush deepening. âYeah, yeah, laugh it up.â
You wrapped an arm around Oscar, smiling warmly. âHey, you were there for me the whole time. Thatâs what matters.â
Lando grinned, still holding the baby. âWell, at least you both made it through. And now you have this little guy.â
Oscar smiled, finally relaxing. âYeah, we do. And I wouldnât trade it for anything.â
Lando handed the baby back to you, still chuckling. âWell, congrats again. And Oscar, next time, maybe bring some smelling salts.â
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Tim's fiancee gets arrested when a cop (let's say Lucy or someone) (this is after they are rookies) arrests her because she looks like a suspect they already caught, his fiancee told them she was engaged to Tim but they didn't believe her and Tim gets mad at the officer - <3
wrong place, wrong time - tim bradford
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đŞ: very sorry about how long its taken me to write, had a lot of stuff to do this week lol! this ones a little short <333
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Waking up with Tim being gone was normal, even after he had left the military his day continued to start at 6 am sharp. Although on weekends he would cut himself some slack to hold you until you were ready to get out of bed and begin with your various tasks you two needed to get done.
Today didnât start off any different, waking up only a few hours after Tim had, at a ripe 8:30am.
Rubbing your eyes you flung your legs to your left, your warm feet chilling almost immediately at the cold wooden flooring of you and Timâs shared bedroom. A shiver shot through your nerves and up your spine, you sighed lightly at the shift in temperature and made your departure to the bathroom.
The spring air seeped into the sunlit room, the fresh morning breeze filling your soul with flowers and bright colors. Music filled the house whilst you finished your morning routine making breakfast and feeding Kojo.
You started out your afternoon deciding to head to the local library, wanting to return a book you had borrowed before you were charged with a late fee.Â
The library wasnât full since it was the afternoon and school was still in session, âhello! iâm here to return a bookâ you said in a chipper but quiet tone. The librarian smiled and took the book, checking it back into the system and sending you on your way.
Your next stop was a supermarket, you had only a handful of items that were needed. Tim had run out of coffee filters this morning and you needed more shampoo, you also opted to get a new water bowl for Kojo, not that he needed one, you just thought it was cute.
As you walked out to your car you were stopped with a taser pointed directly at your torso, âget on your knees with your hands up!â a woman yelled.
Your confused manor caused your reaction to be delayed, causing the police officer to yell once again. âGet down on the ground with your hands up, now!â you immediately get down to your knees and put your shaking hands up.Â
âYou got the wrong person, I swear! Call Tim Bradford, he's my FiancĂŠ!â you pleaded, the cop with the name âChenâ on her shirt just scoffed and laughed you off while stuffing you in the back of her squad car.
The ride to the precinct was uncomfortable, the cuffs were digging into the skin of your wrists. âOfficer please, I'm not whoever you think I am. All you have to do is call Bradford, heâll tell you exactly what I'm telling you knowâ you tried to plead your case once again, but it fell on deaf ears.
âTim doesnât have a fiancĂŠ, he was my T.O, i think i would know a big detail like him having a girlfriendâ she laughed, feeling as though it was ridiculous to even entertain your words.
As you were brought into the station to get your picture taken and be put into holding, Chen passed you onto another officer and went to tell Grey about her catch.Â
To Lucyâs surprise everyone had already been packing up the evidence and started paperwork, âwhatâs going on?â Lucy questioned, âwe caught the killer, she was at her parents place shooting up when we got thereâ Tim explained. Lucy was confused, âso if you caught the killer, who do i have in holding?â the question hung in the air, Tim looking at her with perplexed eyes.
Lucy walked Tim over to holding and thatâs where Tim saw you, âoh thank god!â you exclaimed seeing Tim. He hurried over to you taking your cuffs off and waving off the other officers. âChen, why is my fiancĂŠ sitting here in cuffs?â Tim sternly asks, Lucy looks down, stuttering and trying to explain herself.
âTim itâs fine, she was just doing her jobâ you did your best to defend Lucy, âNo y/n, this is not okay, if it had been anyone else this would be a lawsuitâ he turned his body at you but his tone was directed at Lucy.
âTim iâm sorry, I didnât know we had already caught the suspect and she looked exactly like our suspectâ Lucy tried to explain, stumbling over her words.
âYou are going to go to Grey and explain everything, lucky for you, y/n isnât going to file a report against youâ Tim assigned Lucy, to which she scurried away. âAre you okay? oh christ your wrists,â his questions and concerns came at you with speed.
âTim, baby, I'm okay,â you smiled trying to calm him down. Tim held your wrists in his hands, and kissed them. He hoped his love would be enough to soothe your angry red skin, âiâm sorry, this shouldnât have happenedâ he persisted.Â
You shut him up with a kiss, âdrive me to go pick up my carâ your smile made him relax. âYes maâamâ he laughed, telling Grey where he was going, and walking out hand in hand with you, still profusely apologizing.
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Twisted Zoo: Chapter 11
Prologue (beginning): here
Previous Chapter: here
Next Chapter: here
Note: THE TAGS BROKE AGAIN, I'M SO SORRY!
This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui
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Summary: Youâre a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you.Â
Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.
WARNINGS: yandere themes
Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.
Also, I canât promise Iâll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.
NOTE 2: Sorry that it took over a month to write this, but I needed inspiration + my new job is kicking my butt. Itâs pretty short and bad but I didnât have a lot of inspiration.
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You were on your way to the birdsâ enclosure when you heard your name being called. You turned around to see Crowley making his way towards you, one arm raised to flag you down. You hurried over to him.
âYes, Mr. Crowley?â
As you drew closer, you could see the concern on his face.Â
âI need you to come with me,â he said softly, leading the way to the aviary. You nodded and followed him, worry starting to consume you.
âIs everything okay?â you asked.
Mr. Crowley led you around to a side of the aviary you hadnât been to before- a side that faced neither the employee entrance nor the zoo visitors. It took only a few seconds to realize why he had led you there.
The metal enclosure had been dented outwards, as though a lot of force had been applied to it from the inside. The seams were starting to split apart, artificial light from inside the enclosure peeking through the cracks. It looked like an elephant had been body-slamming the aviaryâs walls.
âWha- what happened?â you asked, stunned.
âWeâve had some⌠incidents recently. All of the halflings have been acting up more than usual and, as you can see, thereâs been some damage to the aviaryâs metal dome.â
âBut the birds are so well-behaved!â you protested in shock.
âThatâs the thing,â Mr. Crowley said gravely, âIt seems to happen after your visits. The halflings become⌠agitated when you arenât around.â
You couldnât believe that the gentle, friendly birds had caused this kind of damage to a metal enclosure. And because of you? It was almost unthinkable.
âI donât understand,â you said in a near whisper, âWhy would they do this?â
Mr. Crowley sighed wearily, âHalflings form strong bonds, thatâs why we have so many bonded species at this zoo. They will especially latch on to anyone who shows them true kindness. You clearly mean a lot to them and your absence upsets them.â
âI didnât mean to cause any trouble,â you said, a pang of guilt tugging at your heartstrings.
âI know, and I donât blame you,â Mr. Crowley reassured you, âBut we need to find a solution.â
âDo you have any ideas?â you asked.
Mr. Crowley went silent and avoided eye contact. A thrill of apprehension shot up your spine but you willed it away. Mr. Crowley would never put you in danger, right?
âFor now, just continue as normal,â Mr. Crowley replied, âWeâll work on fixing the enclosure.â
You nodded and the zoo director dismissed you with a careless wave. You hurried to the enclosureâs employee entrance and were disturbed to hear, instead of the usual quiet, the sounds of squawks and hoots and other cries.Â
You stepped inside and were surprised by the scene you were met with. The halflings were clearly distressed: pacing in their cages and looking around wildly, feathers fluffed up in agitation. Even calm-and-collected Vil looked ruffled.
âGuys? Are you alright?â you called out softly.
Ace was first to respond, âWhere were you?â he demanded to know, voice tinged with panic, âYouâre late! Youâve never been late before!â
âIâm sorry, Ace,â you said, trying to sound as soothing as possible, âI was talking to Mr. Crowley about some⌠problems with the enclosure.â
Aceâs eyes narrowed dangerously, âProblems? What problems?â
âItâs nothing to worry about,â you said, feeling a little nervous by the intensity of his gaze. Glancing around, you could see that every bird halfling had their eyes trained on you.
Trey flew from his birdhouse to his perch, landing gracefully on the wooden perch and fixing you with a stern glare and saying, âYou canât disappear.â
You nodded, trying to calm them all down, âI understand. It wonât happen again.â
Vil stepped forward, his beautiful feathers out of place and ruffled. His eyes were narrowed and he was frowning as though disappointed in you, âYou always leave us.â
You were overwhelmed by all of their intense gazes and you felt a lump form in your throat. âIâm here as often as I can be.â
Epel looked up at you with watery eyes, âWe worry when you leave. Not safe out there.â
You forced a gentle smile to your lips, âIâm perfectly safe. And Iâm here now. Letâs all calm down everyone, okay?â
Slowly, the halflings relaxed. Rook stopped pacing, Vil smoothed his feathers, and Trey flew back into his bird house. Even though the tension had mostly disappeared, the underlying worry and hint of possessiveness remained.
You turned to Deuce, who hadnât spoken yet, but instead looked at you wistfully. âAre you doing okay, Deuce?â you asked.
Deuceâs eyes softened, but the troubled frown remained on his face, âIâm fine,â his voice was strained, âI missed you.â
Your heart ached, âI missed you too,â
Ace piped up in an annoyed tone, âWhy canât you just stay here with us?â
You blinked in surprise, âI have a life outside the zoo. Iâm sorry, but I canât stay here.â
It was Caterâs turn to speak, and the expression he gave you made your stomach twist unpleasantly, âYouâre too good to stay with us halflings, mademoiselle? We do not have a life outside this zoo, but we deserve that, donât we?â
âWh-what? Of course not!â you spluttered.
âThen stay!â Epel whined, a tear sliding down his cheek.
âI- I canât,â your voice came out in a whisper. You shook yourself and turned around, heading for the staff door, âIâll go get your mealsâŚâ
There was an eerie silence as you passed out their meals. Each of the halflings took their salads and set them aside, their appetites gone. The tension in the air was so thick you thought you might choke on it.
Finally, the time came for you to leave. As you turned towards the staff door, a hand grabbed the back of your shirt. You turned in surprise to find Riddle outside his enclosure, his pink feathers standing on end.
âPromise⌠youâll come back.â Riddle choked out, fighting back tears.
You turned to him and gave him a gentle smile before pulling him into a hug. âOf course Iâll come back.â
âPromise!â he demanded.
âI promise.â
With the way they all looked at you, with victory and possessiveness, you halfway wondered if you had sold your soul with that promise.
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guard dog || lucy bronze x reader ||
lucy cheers you up when the internet has it out for you.
"i think i'm gonna go lighter with my hair."
you had no idea the trouble those words were going to cause you. lucy had tried hard to keep you out of the spotlight, but it wasn't as easy as when you first started dating. you'd been with lucy since college, and over the years, fans had taken notice of you frequenting lucy's games. it wasn't until the euros, however, that lucy had finally confirmed your relationship.
it wasn't good for you to be on any social media when it felt like every other post was about you. you had dealt with a bit from fans before, but this was worse than you could have ever imagined. it was one thing to be accused of cheating by strangers, but it was the constant affirmations of things that you already thought about your relationship and yourself that got to you.
lucy was amazing, and you had never felt like you were right for her. she was always too smart or too ind for you. she was out of your league attractive. lucy bronze was too good for you, and it felt like millions of people agreed with that.
"hey, are you okay?" lucy's brows furrowed as she watched you lean forward. you were starting to hyperventilate as the world felt like it closed in on you. lucy rushed over to kneel beside you and tilt your head to look at her. "hey, what's going on?"
"i didn't cheat on you, i swear." it was something lucy already knew. you knew that she was well aware that you would never even think to do something like that, but it was all you could say. you needed to reassure her in case she saw the pictures and didn't recognize herself.
"i know that, i never said you did." lucy would have laughed if you weren't obviously so upset. "talk to me, what's going on?"
"the pictures after you got your hair done, when we met for lunch. i took your car, and they don't know what the other looked like. your hair was different, they think i'm cheating. they know that i don't deserve you," you rambled. lucy pulled you into her arms and held you against her chest. she ran her hands through your hair as she pressed gentle kisses to your temple.
"hey, it's okay. i will get this sorted out, i promise. can you go downstairs and pick out a takeout menu for us? i know that you were gonna cook, but not if you're upset. i want you to just relax for the night," lucy said. she gave you a squeeze before she let you go downstairs.
it wasn't easy, but you managed to take your mind off of everything after lucy hijacked your phone. lucy ordered your favorite takeout, even if she knew a few places that served the same thing that she liked better. you were truly pampered in a way that you hadn't been in a while. lucy was a busy woman at barcelona, not that she had ever been anything else. this was just different, and things often took up a lot more of her time than either of you expected.
"am i done with phone jail?" you asked lucy as the two of you laid out on the couch the next afternoon. lucy had helped you with breakfast in the morning, although you didn't let her lay a finger on your coffee. the two of you had spent most of the day catching up on the american sports that you had been missing out on.
"i don't know. do you promise not to make fun of me if you see anything too sappy?" lucy asked you. she looked a bit ashamed of herself, as if she had done something hastily last night. you knew that lucy could be fiercely protective over you. she had nearly beaten up one of her teammates when the two of you moved here and the girl had gotten too friendly with you for lucy's taste.
"that depends on what you did. lucy please tell me that you didn't say anything to get yourself in trouble." you stared at lucy, who just handed you back your phone. she tried to shift away from you, but you threw your weight down more securely on top of her. you opened up instagram to see that lucy had tagged you in a post. "aw baby."
you swiped through the pictures, each one from a different milestone in your relationship. they weren't necessarily your favorite pictures, but you knew that they were lucy's. there wasn't a single one where one of you didn't have a lovestruck look on your faces. most of them were lucy staring at you, but you definitely took note of the few thrown in where you looking at her like she was your everything.
"shut up," lucy grumbled. you looked at her with fresh tears in your eyes, and lucy just sighed to herself. "fuck, this wasn't supposed to make you cry."
"i love you so much," you said as you cupped her cheeks. lucy let you kiss her, but she tried to hide her face immediately once you were done. "you're so sweet. thank you for this."
"just stay off of twitter for a while," lucy told you. you nodded your head, but as soon as you went into one of your text chains with the few of her teammates you had befriended over the years, you saw what she wanted to hide from you. lucy was a woman of few words most of the time, but when she had something to say, she made sure to get her point across. you thought she was being a bit harsh, but lucy's message was sure to shut everybody up about getting at you.
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Our Little Secret - Aaron Hotchner x Reader
About: You had always been attracted to your new step father since the day your mom brought him home. He was an attractive older man. He treated your mother well, despite not being home enough. But that didnât matter too much since your mother was rarely home either. You knew that you shouldnât feel some sort of way about your step-father. But what happens when he comes home from a rough case and seems to want you too?
Warnings: Step-daughter/step-father dynamic, NSFW, MDNI, 18+ content, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, praise kink, dirty talk, hair pulling, etc.
Word Count: 3200
Note: This may suck a bit but i hope you all enjoy!
Your relationship with your mother wasnât the greatest, truthfully. Your mother left your father when you were ten years old, leaving him alone to work full time and take care of his daughter. But when he passed away when you were fifteen, about eight years ago, due to cancer, your mother had taken you in because you had nowhere else to go. While she wasnât abusive, the two of you fought quite often as you held a lot of resentment against her for leaving you and your father. And now, you were twenty-three, still living with your mother as you went through college because it was the easiest thing to do.
When you first laid eyes on Aaron Hotchner, it was a year after his wife had passed away. He had met your mother and the two had gotten engaged rather quickly, exclaiming that the two of them didnât want to wait when they didnât have to. They were both adults interested in one another. And Aaron was just glad that Jack had taken a liking to you almost immediately.
You had always been attracted to Aaron. He was an attractive man. He was a great father to Jack, looked amazing in a suit, he was kind and respectful. Not to mention the authoritative voice he took when he answered his work calls never failed to cause you to clench your thighs. Itâs wrong of you to be attracted to your step-father. Itâs taboo. And yet you couldnât help it. You had spent many nights fingering yourself to the thought of your step-father fucking you so ridiculously good.
It was a Friday night. Jack was at a sleepover with one of his friends, your mom was on a work trip as she works as a traveling sales representative, and Aaron was on a case in New York, leaving you home alone for the night. You had just gotten out of the shower, dressed in a pair of shorts and t-shirt and went downstairs to do your college coursework on your laptop.
As you worked on an essay for your psychology class, you heard keys turning in the front door, signaling that someone was home. You looked up from your computer as you were sitting on the couch to see Aaron walking in looking exhausted and stressed. âHey,â you greeted softly.
Aaron looked over at the couch, giving you a small smile. âHey,â he greeted back, placing his bag down before walking over to the couch and sitting down next to you. âHowâs everything going?â he asked, getting himself comfortable. His legs were spread, his knee touching yours unintentionally. But you made no effort to move away.
âEverything is good,â You replied, closing your laptop and placing it onto the coffee table. âJack is at Peteâs house for the night. His mom will be taking him home in the morning. Momâs still on her work trip for another week. And I was just working on an essay.â You took a deep breath, looking at Aaron. âHow was the case?â
Aaron sighed, running a hand over his face. âIt was certainlyâŚsomething,â he said exhaustedly. âIt was truthfully a rough one. It involves kids and those are always so hard.â You nodded in understanding, not really sure of what else to say. âHow come youâre not out on a Friday night?â Aaron asked, looking at you with a curious look.
âDidnât really feel like it,â you replied, shrugging your shoulders. âMy boyfriend asked me to go out butâŚI just didnât feel like seeing him tonight.â
âDid something happen?â Aaron asked.
âJust a dumb argument a few days ago,â you said, rolling your eyes. âNothing important.â
Aaron hummed in acknowledgement. âDo you even love him?â he asked.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion about the question. âWhat?â you asked, looking at your step father.
Aaron looked at you expectedly. âDo you even love him?â he asked again. âYou are in this relationship and yet your body language shows that youâre not that interested in him.â
âIs that really any of your business?â you asked defensively.
âIt is when your attention seems to be on me,â Aaron replied smoothly. He adjusted himself so that he was closer to you ever so slightly. His arm was draped on the top of the couch.
Your cheeks became hot as you looked at your step-father, unsure of what to say or what to do. âI-I have no idea what you mean,â you exclaimed, very clearly a lie though you didnât want to admit that.
âOh but I think I do,â Aaron said, quirking his lip. âI see the way you look at me, y/n. With those beautiful eyes, you look at me with longing, desire, and admiration. As though I am the thing you need and want most.â Aaronâs tone was soft but knowing. He was a profiler. He could likely tell you things about yourself that even you didnât know.
âWhat about it?â You whispered, your attention focused on him completely. Your heart raced with anxiety. You werenât quite sure what to do. Aaronâs words were true. You had desired him since the day you laid eyes on him. But it wasnât right. It was taboo. Which is why you never thought that Aaron would ever feel the same or even acknowledge your thoughts.
Aaronâs arm moved to your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. His other hand went to your chin, tilting your head to look at him. âI look at you the same way,â he murmured, his hot breath fanning your cheek.
Hearing these words made your heart flutter and heat pool near your thighs. Your mother and step-fathers relationship had been a bit strained from the beginning. They sort of rushed into it, only caring about the fact that they didnât need to worry about one another too much since neither one of them were home that much. The rare times they were both home, they acted like a perfect couple for a few days until reality settles in and theyâre stuck with one another. But you never thought that Aaron would ever feel a type of way about you.
Without any other words spoken, Aaron softly placed his lips onto yours. It took you a moment to process what was truly happening. Your step-dad was kissing you. Something youâve longed for quite a while was finally happening. And after a few moments of shock, you kissed Aaron back. For what started off as soft and innocent quickly turned hot and heated as Aaronâs hand began to roam your body. You found yourself moving onto his lap, sitting on top of him as you cupped his face. One of his hands landed on your hip while the other entangled in your hair.
You felt heat going straight to your core, dampening your panties. You couldnât help but crave friction. While kissing Aaron, you tentatively moved your hips against his, grinding your cunt onto his clothed bulge. The both of you let out soft moans of pleasure, Aaronâs fingers digging into your hip. He pulled away from the kiss to look up at you, placing his other hand on your other hip. âCan you feel just how much I want you?â he asked in that same soft tone as before as he grinded you on his cock again.
You let out a soft moan, nodding your head. âYes,â you replied. âTake me to bed?â you asked, biting your lip.
âOf course, princess,â Aaron replied. He moved you off of him to stand up before picking you up bridal style and carrying you up the stairs. You held on by wrapping your arms around his neck. He brought you to his bedroom, the one he shared with your mother, placing you on the edge of his side of the bed. He leaned down, still standing as you were sitting, and placed his lips on yours once more.
One of his hands roamed your body, landing on your right boob as he massaged the skin through your shirt. You gasped into the kiss, the sensation sending sparkes to your cunt. Aaron pulled away from the kiss, moving to grab the hem of your shirt before pulling it off of you, revealing your flesh to him. You hadnât worn a bra after getting out of the shower as you didnât expect anyone to be home tonight.
âYouâre so beautiful,â Aaron said, moving a piece of your hair out of your face before leaning back down to kiss you. His hand massaged your skin, rolling your nipple around with his thumb. You let out a moan into Aaronâs mouth, unable to help yourself from making the noise.
After a few minutes of massaging both of your breasts, Aaronâs fingers trailed lower, reaching the waistline of your shorts. He pulled away from the kiss, looking at you with a serious face. âIf you want me to stop, now would be the time to do so,â He exclaimed.
âPlease donât stop,â you responded, looking up at Aaron with a lustful gaze. âI-I need you so bad,â you admitted, blushing in slight embarrassment.
âGood girl,â Aaron replied, moving his fingers underneath the waistband of your shorts and panties. His praise caused you to let out a whimper. âYou like being called that, donât you?â
You nodded your head in response.
Aaron simply hummed in acknowledgement, running a finger down your slit to feel your wetness. âGod, youâre soaked,â he whispered in awe. âAll for me, princess?â
âYes, daddy,â you whispered back, the name just falling out of your mouth without any thought.
You hadn't even realized you said it until Aaron let out a groan. âFuck,â he said, closing his eyes for a moment. Those two words sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock as he processed what you had said. âIâll give you anything you want, darling. Youâre being such a good girl for me.â And with that, he began to rub your clit.
You let out a low moan, your eyes fluttering shut as you did so. Aaron moved himself so that he was sat behind you, his hand still on your clit while your back was pressed against his chest. He wrapped his other arm around you, leaning in to kiss your neck. His finger went from your clit to your hole, spreading your wetness around before easing a finger inside of you. You whined at the feeling, letting out a soft âdaddy,â in pleasure.
âIâve got you, baby,â he said into your skin. He began moving his finger slowly inside of you, teasing your pussy. Your soft moans were like music to Aaronâs ears as he played with your cunt. He eventually added a second finger, stretching you out slightly as he quickened his pace. He hooked his fingers, hitting your g-spot and causing you to jolt and arch your back.
âO-oh fuck,â you moaned, placing a hand on Aaronâs thigh. âOh my god.â
If you had asked yourself earlier in the day if your step-father would be finger fucking you right now, you likely wouldâve laughed. But here you are, getting finger fucked by the man youâve only thought about, never thinking it would actually happen. The room was filled with the sounds of your wet cunt as Aaron sped up his fingers. You were writhing in his arms, your head rested on his shoulder.
âYouâre so wet for me,â he murmured into your ear, his hot breath on your skin. âIâve dreamt about doing this,â he began to speak. âEvery time I come home from a case and youâre just sitting there in your pajamas, focused on your coursework, looking so beautiful.â Aaronâs other hand moved to your left boob, massaging the skin. âWhen youâd stretch and let out a small moan, it never failed to make me want to bend you over and take you right then and there.â
You whined in response, his words, the added pleasure, the repeated movements of his fingers inside of you, it was all so much. You felt that familiar heat building in your abdomen as your orgasm slowly approached. âDonât even get me started on that vacation we took a few months ago,â Aaron continued. âThat skimpy bathing suit that barely hid anything when we went to the beach,â His voice was very attractive and soft as he spoke. âCouldnât help but touch myself that night in the shower to the thought of you while your mother was just in the other room.â
âDaddy,â you moaned, your breathing becoming heavy and shaky. âIâm so close.â
âCome for me, baby,â Aaron replied, moving his digits inside of you faster. âYouâre doing so good.â
Your walls clenched around Aaronâs fingers as your orgasm came over you. Your thighs clamped together as you arched your back against Aaron, whining and moaning as you came. Aaron fingered you through your orgasm, coaxing you through it. And when you finally came down from your high, Aaron gave you soft kisses along your skin, calming you down.
âDaddy,â you sighed, leaning into his touch. âNeed your cock,â you turned your head to look at Aaron, leaning your head on his shoulder.
âAnd youâll get it, baby,â Aaron hummed, turning his face to kiss you on the lips. He let go of you, standing up from his spot behind you. âTake your shorts off for me.â He said as he began unbuttoning his shirt. You obliged, pulling down your shorts and tossing them to the side, leaving you fully nude. You bit your lip, looking up at Aaron with doe eyes.
Aaron tossed his shirt to the side before moving to unbuckle his pants. He tossed his belt to the side, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his boxer briefs. You let out a small whimper as Aaronâs cock sprang out. He was about seven inches but he was quite girthy, definitely bigger than your previous partners. âYouâre so big,â you whispered, looking at his cock.
Your words caused Aaron to chuckle. âAm I?â he asked, quirking an eyebrow in amusement. âGlad you think so, princess.â He walked back over to the bed as he kicked his pants away. âLay on your side for me.â
You nodded your head, laying down on your side, your head on the pillows. Aaron moved your leg, holding it up slightly as he kneeled on the mattress, straddling your other leg. He rested your leg on his thigh, grabbing his cock and guiding it to your pussy. He brought the tip to your clit before moving it down, spreading your wetness onto his cock. You let out a shaky breath, gripping the sheets. His cock moved to your hole, slowly probing at your entrance. You moaned at the intrusion, feeling the stretch in your cunt. Aaron hissed in pleasure as your walls enclosed around his member.
Tears formed in your eyes at the sting. Aaron leaned down to kiss your temple, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to relax you. When Aaron bottomed out, he stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. After a few minutes, the pain subsided. âY-you can move,â you said.
Aaron began to slowly thrust, moving his hips out before moving back inside of you. The both of you let out moans as he settled into a slow rhythm. âYouâre so fucking tight, princess,â Aaron groaned.
âSo big, daddy,â you whined, burying your head into the pillow. Aaronâs cock filled you up so good, hitting in spots you had never felt before. âNever been so full.â
Aaron moaned softly, leaning down to capture your lips with his as he thrusted his hips. His cock grazed your g-spot, going deeper inside of you, causing you to let out a choked moan. âO-oh fuck,â you moaned against Aaronâs lips. âF-faster, please.â
And he obliged. He moved his hips at a faster pace, putting a hand in your hair and tugging at the strands. You started to moan louder, your eyes fluttering shut as Aaronâs cock plunged in and out of you. âYouâre so perfect,â Aaron exclaimed, breathing heavily. âBeing such a good girl for me.â Aaron started thrusting into you harshly, causing your walls to clench around his cock. âMine,â he said, leaning down to nip at your neck.
âAll yours, daddy,â you whined. âAlways yours.â The moans leaving your mouth were whorish as his cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly, making you see stars. You turned your head to bury it in the pillows.
That was until Aaron gripped your hair, yanking your head back a bit. âLook at me while I fuck you,â he said, his voice rough and filled with desire. You obeyed, turning your head to look up at Aaron with your beautiful eyes. His brown orbs were on you as he fucked you, his pace almost brutual.
The sensation of his cock pounding into you made tears of pleasure well up in your eyes, making you let out a sob. âDaddy,â you sobbed in pleasure. âitâs too much, too much.â you babbled.
Aaron cooed, running a soothing hand through your hair. âYou can take it,â he replied, not relenting up. âBe a good girl and take it.â Aaron groaned.
The repeated assault onto your g-spot made your abdomen tighten as you felt your orgasm approaching. âSo close,â you whimpered.
âMe too, baby, me too.â
And with just a few thrusts, you were clenching around Aaronâs cock, cumming for the second time that night. Aaron hissed in pleasure, letting out a moan as he followed suit, cumming inside of your cunt. You babbled as you came, letting out a mantra of âoh my godsâ and âdaddyâ as Aaron moaned out sweet nothings.
When you both finished, the both of you were breathing heavily, Aaron still inside of you. He kissed your cheek. âYou did so good,â he murmured.
As you came down from your high, Aaron pulled out, laying down next to you. He wrapped an arm around you, putting his other arm underneath your head and pulling you close to him. You turned towards him, laying your head on his chest. The both of you were silent, not saying a word as you processed what had happened. Your step father just fucked you into oblivion.
So what happens now?
âWhat does this mean for us?â You murmured softly, glancing up at Aaronâs face.
Aaron gave you a small smile, moving a piece of hair out of your face. âWell, we can continue as we were and pretend as though this didnât happen,â he murmured back. âOr we can keep this a secret and explore what this is.â
âOur little secret?â You asked.
âOur little secret, princess.â
And so, thatâs what it was. Your own little secret with your step-father. And thus your intimate relationship began.
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Be My Valentine - Alastor x Female Reader
âĽď¸HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE! Also I know Alastor is AroAce, but lets just assume in this fic he is not. EnjoyâĽď¸
It was finally Valentineâs Day in Hell, a little holiday that some demons enjoy doing with their partners and others that find it absolutely ridiculous, like a certain deer demon. Alastor didnât much care for a silly little festivity like this. He found romance a bit ridiculous, but he wouldnât go as far as to make fun of someone else in a relationship, it wasnât who he was. He did find Charlie and Vaggieâs relationship adorable, since he saw how happy the two of them were together. The little sparks between Husker and Angel were easy for him to spot, and it led to lot of teasing at the hands of Alastor, which earned him a middle finger from a certain cat on occasions.
Since it was Valentineâs Day, Charlie thought it would be a great idea to decorate the hotel. Heart paper strings were hanging from the ceiling, along with XOXO and heart balloons on the walls. It wouldnât be Valentineâs Day without some sweets, so Charlie along with Niffty made some chocolate covered strawberries and pretzels for everyone else to enjoy. You were trying to figure out how to help liven the mood. âMusic would be niceâ you thought. Heading over to the record player, you skimmed for any good songs to play. Frank Sinatra was what you picked, and you decided to play that. The melody began to carry out all throughout the lobby, catching everyone ears, causing them to sway. âAh! Excellent choice my dear!â You heard Alâs voice call out from behind you. He was sitting on one of the chairs, with a hot cup of coffee in his hand, wearing a pleasing smile. Smiling back, you made your way over to the couch and took a seat, listening to the tunes.
Soon Charlie came running back, âOkay everyone! Ready to start the Valentine gift exchange!â Before the decorations were put up, Charlie suggested that everyone pitch in and do a Valentine gift exchange. The gifts would be exchanged between two individuals: Charlie + Vaggie, Angel Dust + Husk, Niffty + Sir Pentious, and You + Alastor. Everyone got together and presented the gifts. Charlie had given a bottle of perfume and new hair bow for Vaggie. Vaggie gave Charlie a unicorn plushie and T-shirt with their faces on them. Angel got Husk a fancy bottle of Italian wine. Husk gave Angel a popular perfume from the Lust ring plus some mini outfits for Fat Nuggets. Niffty had actually handmade mini plushies of Sir Pentious and his egg bois. Sir Pentious got Niffty some roses plus a new sewing kit.
Now it was time for you and Alastor to exchange gifts. While you did have something for Al, there was something else you wanted to give him, but it was a surprise. Alastor was smiling down at you, hands behind his back, holding a mini box and bouquet. âHere you are my dear!â He handed you the box and flowers. Ahh he remembered how much you loved (your favorite flowers). Thanking Alastor, you opened the box, which contained a beautiful ruby necklace
âW-ow Al! This is beautiful! Thank you.â Holding the necklace up, you looked up at Alastor, face flushed. âYouâre welcome, my dear! Allow me!â Grabbing the necklace from your hands, he motioned his body behind you, helping to place the necklace around your neck. Turning back around, you pulled out your gift and presented it to Al, âHappy Valentines Day Alâ Grabbing the black box with red ribbon from your hand, he opened it, revealing a new rose tinted monocle. He had broken the one he had before, and didnât have the time to replace it. âAh I needed a new monocle. Thank you kindly, y/n!â Smiling you nodded your head and faced back towards the others
Al looked into the box again and saw a little piece of paper that was placed underneath the monocle. Turning away, he took the paper out and read it:
âá´á´á´á´ á´á´ á´Ęá´ Ęá´á´ę°á´á´á´ á´á´ 8 á´á´â
Well well, what was this? Another surprise, perhaps? Smile widening on his face, He placed the paper in his suit pocket, before turning back to everyone like nothing happened. The day continued as normal, with everyone chatting about random topics and participating in some bonding activities like board games and watching some random romance movies. It soon gotten late and it was time for everyone to head to bed, or so you thought. The glances you saw between Charlie and Vaggie hinted that they were going to be doing something else. Even Husk and Angel dust, especially since you saw Angel dragging Husk into his bedroom, well good for them, they make a cute couple. Going to head up and finish your plans, your eyes caught Al who had looked right at you. You smiled and walked away.
**8 PM- Alastors POV**
"Hmm I wonder what the little darling has planned for me?â Al thought to himself, as he made his way to the location you told him in the note. Ascending up the stairs, Al arrived at the door that led to the rooftop and opened it slowly. His eye widen at what he saw. In front of him was a small dinner table with chairs, decorated with candles and roses.
He was left stunned by what he saw. Walking closer to where the table is, he admired the little set-up. "Do you like it?" Turning his head around, Al saw you standing there, wearing a flowy black dress, bright smile place on your face. Alastor looked back at the table, then at you, "Was this the little surprise you had planned for me? If you wanted to have dinner with me, all you had to do was ask, my dear." Alastor gave a soft smile, making his way to you, lifting your chin, "You look positively radiant, darling." His words caused you to flush, "T-thank you. Go and take a seat Al. I'll be right back," Alastor smiled and let you go, heading over to the chair to take a seat.
Soon, you came back holding two plates, the aroma wafting off of them was mouth-watering. Placing them down, the smile on Al's face had widen. In front of him was a tender venison steak, his favorite, along with a side of salad and baked potatoes.
After that, you had grabbed a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, and poured it into the wine glasses for both you and Al. Once everything was set in place, you slowly took a seat on the other side of the table. "This is my first time cooking venison, so I hope you like it." You fidgeted with your fingers under the table. "This looks spectacular! Thank you my dear!" He grabbed his wine glass and held it up in front of you, "Cheers, my dear!" Smiling, you grabbed your glass, bumping it against Al's, letting out a small clink. The both of you started to eat the meal you prepared, well you were watching Al more than eating, monitoring his reaction. You knew about his diet and what he mainly ate, so last thing you wanted was for him to try the venison you prepared and do a spit-take. The fork in Al's hand, held a piece of steak, and slowly it made its way into his mouth. The whole time you were sitting there, gazing at his reaction to see if he liked it. His expression didn't change, but he went back in for another bite, and another, and another. Heaving a sigh of relief, you were happy that he liked the meal, letting you go back to your meal.
Soon the both of you had finished eating, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Delicious!" Al said, wearing a pleasant smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Are you in the mood for some dessert?" You said as you got up from the table, and made your way over to grab the dessert that was hidden. Walking back, you placed a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries on the table.
"My dear, you know I'm not a fan of sweets." Al said to you, while looking at the bowl with strained face. "I made these myself using dark chocolate, so they won't be as sweet, trust me." Grabbing one of the strawberries, you held it up towards all, "Say ahh." Al raised an eyebrow at that, but he shook his head, amused at your actions, before taking a bite. Looking at him, you were expecting him to spit it out, but surprisingly he swallowed, "Not bad!"
Whew, glad he liked them. Now it was time to tell him what you were thinking/feeling. "Um Al? Can I ask you something?" Alastor looked at you, smiling like the joker. "Of course my dear! What is it?" He leaned in, placing his elbows on the table, lifting his head up with his hands. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy, and your palms were sweating. Your eyes looked down at your hands, until you turned your head back up to look at Al. "W-will you be my valentine?" Alastor eyes widen at that statement, but he continued to gaze at you. Feeling nervous, you looked back down to your hands, "Y-you don't have to answer, I understand you find romance and stuff a hindrance." you said. The two of you were sitting in awkward silence, until you heard his chair scrap across the ground, indicating he had gotten up. You knew it, he was going to leave. You had made him upset.
A hand was placed under your chin, making you look up. Alastor hadn't left, he had only gotten up to get closer to you. "Stand up, my dear." He said to you. Moving slowly, you got up from your chair and stood in front of Al. He continued to look down at you, his eyes flashing crimson. Then he got closer, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. "What an adorable request! I must admit, developing relationships with another is still new to me. However! I wouldn't mind forming one with you, my dear. I accept!" He whispered all of this in your ear, causing goosebumps to form. Your eyes got teary, as you hugged him back. After a while, Alastor moved a bit, placing one hand under your chin, and the around your back. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes were soft. "Happy Valentines day, my doe." His head moved closer to yours, causing you to slowly shut your eyes, letting his lips press against yours in a soft kiss.
~END~
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11/23/2004 gerard's interview from coffee with cojo on artsucks.com
"It's really cool when people you know, and knew from obscurity become famous in a field you would have never guessed that they were even involved in.
Here is some back story. . .My freshman year of college (SVA) I became fast friends with this kid named Gerard Way. It was our "foundation year" where they lump students into "general blocks" of courses, reguardless of major. The people you are grouped with, you are stuck with, because they will be in about seventy percent of your classes your foundation year. Being that Gerard was a cartooning and illustration major with a line-art-cartoonish-comic-book style, and I had been working at Marvel Comics for the past two years; we had a lot in common. He was actually a really good cartoonist (One of the top in our class).
Well, Gerard was best friends with this guy Todd. Todd was a funny guy, but I didn't really hang around with him. I was a DJ for our school's radio station (WSVA) at the time and I was dating this girl Cheryl.
A few months later I broke it off with Cheryl. . .Time passed and somewhere along the line (I can't remember how long exactly) Todd started seeing Cheryl. Of course that's when Todd would want nothing to do with me (being that he was with Cheryl now), and it's also where I lost touch with Gerard (Naturally, he being Todd's best friend and all).
Well, I would run into Gerard in school over the years from time to time, and I remember seeing one of his cartoons printed in "THE BIG BOOK OF THE WEIRD WILD WEST" which was part of one of my favorite graphic novel series' (THE BIG BOOK OF).
Then in 2003 sometime I ran into Gerard walking down Third Avenue right off of St. Marks Place. I hadn't seen him in like seven years and his name slipped my mind, but I was sure it was him.
I followed him, he was going pretty fast "MARK!" I yelled to him, and he turned around. He looked at me with the expression of searching one's memory to place a face.
"Cojo?" He said, then corrected me "It's Gerard by the way, where did you get Mark from?"
"I don't know, maybe St. Marks? I was just drawing a blank on your name, I'm sorry, but I knew it was you and I had to stop you, how ya been man?" I asked.
I rarely run into old classmates so I offered to buy him a cup of coffee. We were right in Cooper's Square so we hit a Starbucks (If you've never been in Cooper's Square, you will be amused to learn that there are three Starbucks Coffee shops within sight of one another. . .it's really freakish).
I paid for his coffee and we shot the shit. He blew my mind telling me that he's the lead singer for a band called "MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE" and that they just got back from touring Europe. What the fuck? A far cry from cartooning.
I told him about all the weird work I've been doing. It's so rare that I actually run into someone from school who is successful and doing something they love. It was really refreshing. I took a few photos of him as we talked. I'm weird with documenting things- as if you haven't noticed.
We left Starbucks and kept shooting the shit. Having nothing to do he decided to join me for the rest of the afternoon. We walked over to the Virgin Megastore on 14th and he pointed out the magazines his band had been spotlighted in and what music he's into and what not.
It was funny cause he's like: "We're in Alternative Press all the time" and I was like, "Hey, I worked for A.P., I did stuff for the Warped Tour a few years back and actually visited their office in Cleveland!" (-author's note: you will read about this Cleveland trip in the past updates after the site hard launches in Feb-). It was cool cause we knew the same peeps.
I showed him the magazines I was in, and turned to the pages to show him the artwork. One neat thing about being in magazines is that you have a mini portfolio of your work at any magazine shop you walk into in the country.
Well, he invited me to see his band perform at THE KNITTING FACTORY the next week. I told him I would try to make it, but I was really slammed with work so I probably wouldn't be able to make this one, but I'd really like to do an interview with him or him and the band sometime where I could record our conversation.
Like just hang out and shoot the shit with them (cause he's just a down to earth Jersey born kid like myself) and pitch it to magazines afterwords, accompanied by a portrait I would do of their members. He was like: "Man, I wish you had a tape recorder on you now, the stuff I've been saying is good shit, totally printable shit!" And he was right, I really was digging at him about what happend that got him to make the transition from art into music and was getting the "real" answers, not the way a rockstar talks to a reporter, but the way an old bud you goofed off with in drawing class and you haven't seen in years talks to you.
I told him I'd look out for his band in the mags and if I saw something or could help em' out I'd spotlight it or give him a buzz. He thanked me for payin' for the Starbucks and then I caught a train uptown.
Well, September Maxim's Blender did a whole page on MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, showcasing them as the next big thing. Then last week I was out with my girl and we walked by a magazine rack, and on the cover of AP (Alternative Press) was Gerard and his band in some serious Rigamortis style dead make-up.
"No SHIT!" I exclaimed, and picked it up. I explained to Tracy (my girlfriend) the story of how I knew this guy. That night I was flipping through the channels and I came upon MTV and what the fuck, there was a MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE video! Same day as I saw the cover! The song was catchy as hell. I couldn't believe it. I was like: "No crap. . . they are gonna be huge!" Just after their song, a yellow card video started. I guess that's their genre. I asked Ink's brother (17 year old semi-pro skateboarder) Mikey if he knew of My Chemical Romance. He told me he's a fan, has their albums. I asked Jain, and she was like, "Um yeah, they are actually a really popular band! They've been out for a while."
So I guess this update is long overdue, and so is a congrats to Gerard. Keep kickin' ass man! Next time you are back in town, give me a buzz.
Just another day in the life of an Art Juggernaut.
-Cojo"
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hello!!
i was wondering if i could request a azriel x reader story where reader has low iron and passes out a lot? maybe how he helps reader or what he does when it happens in public/in front of the inner circle?
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an: hellooo so i got a little sidetracked from low iron and made it a condition that reader has had since theyâve been young. i hope you like it nonetheless ⥠have a lovely day! also soft az has my heart âšď¸
â hey angel azriel x reader
The waft of coffee filling your nose makes your heart nearly swoon. You see Azriel from the corner of your eye, holding two mugs of coffee, thanking the owner and walking towards you. You could sit here forever you decided. The little coffee shop in Velaris â where everything started.
You remember the day you sat down in this very seat, ordering a refreshment and a small snack. Youâd had a frustrating morning at the studio you worked, and needed to take your mind off of it when Azriel walked into the coffee shop.
Your heart nearly stopped as you took in his beauty. So flawless. His wings tucked neatly behind him as he made his way over to the owner, greeting her friendly and placing his order.
Just as you snuck another glance at him, you felt your head go fuzzy, eyes fogging slightly. Of course. Your system had such a great sense of timing. You donât remember much of what happened next but as soon as you made eye contact with Azriel you were out.
You woke up quite quickly after, only being out of consciousness for a few minutes when you realise your body was warmer than normal, and a hand had rested on your shoulder keeping you upright. You glanced to the side and saw Azriel carefully watching you. He shifted slightly in his seat â completely facing you. âAre you alright? Does this happen often?â There was a little frown in his brows and you couldnât help but stare at him in awe.
The shadowsinger youâd heard so much about. Murmurs and whispers of the high lordâs spymaster had travelled in the city since you were young. You never knew what he looked like but now it all made sense. The faint blushes on the girlsâ faces when theyâd speak so fondly of him.
âOh- Yes Iâm quite alright. It happens often.â You tried to brush off the situation, not trying to make too much of a scene. He surely mustâve been a busy man. âI didnât mean to cause you trouble. Thank you for helping me. I faint quite often because of this condition Iâve had since I was young.â You explained, and saw Azrielâs complete focus while you explained that you were always okay and even the shop owners knew you well and looked out for you when you would stop by.
You think you saw a hint of relief on Azrielâs face. You smiled at him, rubbing your hands together out of nerves. âIâm glad that itâs not something too serious. You had me quite worried there for a minute.â You felt the burn on your cheeks, a bit embarrassed that the infamous shadowsinger had seen you in such a state. That wasnât what you wanted for a first impression with him.
You sat together in silence before you realised your coffee was now cold and youâd have to get a new one. Azriel asked the owner to get you a new coffee and you sat in each otherâs company, just feeling comfortable and peaceful with each other. You realised you hadnât ever felt at ease with someone like that.
âIt was nice meeting you today Azriel. Thank you again for helping me, and making sure Iâm okay.â You couldnât thank him nearly enough. He gave you a genuine smile. One he wasnât sure heâd given in a while. âIt was nice to meet you as well, maybe weâll run into each other here again.â Azriel took your hand in his, and pressed a light kiss to the top of it. You swear you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks, but pushed it aside. You waved goodbye to him, and made your way over to your studio again.
After that day youâd coincidentally meet him at the cafĂŠ all the time â running into him so often that it was weird not to see him there when you entered the cafĂŠ these days. You swear he was never here this often and you met him more often, you got to know each other and your feelings started becoming apparent. You liked him, a lot.
Itâs now been a few months since that very day in the cafĂŠ and youâve been introduced and welcomed in with open arms into the inner circle. You will admit meeting the High Lord and Lady wasnât what you thought it would be. They were genuinely nice people. Everyone was. They werenât as intimidating as everyone made them out to be.
You havenât really told them about the fainting and the way you initially met Azriel. It didnât feel necessary to you.
Well, until now. Youâre sitting down at the table in Rhysand and Feyreâs townhouse when your feel your head spinning. You donât even have to say anything as Azrielâs already picked up that something was different in your demeanour. In a matter of seconds heâs over to your side, an arm already outstretched infront of you for when you faint.
You donât catch the worried expressions of everyone at the table before the world goes dark.
You hear faint murmurs and whispers as you try and get your mind back to your body. Azrielâs arm still protectively wrapped around your body. Safe. You felt absolutely safe with him. Rhys gives you a glance you canât quite decipher with Feyre looking at you with slight worry in her eye. One youâve seen many times before when she would worry about her family. Mor and Cassian seem like theyâre holding their breath waiting for you to explain what just happened.
You sigh, grabbing a glass of water with shakey hands. âWhat just happened. Are you okay? Should we call Madja?â The questions are coming from everyone all at once and Azriel puts a reassuring hand on your thigh, rubbing smooth circles. You clear your throat, âIt hasnât happened in a while. It does happen frequently though. Iâve been having these âepisodesâ since I was a child. No one could ever tell me what the cause was. Just that it was harmless.â You feel the tension in the room subside and turn into relief. A wave of relief.
âThank the Cauldron. I thought Iâd have to sacrifice Cassian to save you or something. Which I would still do one hundred percent. Even if it wasnât necessary at all. Maybe then weâll get some peace and quiet.â Mor says, eyeing Cassian with a smirk, poking at him. He slaps her arm away, âOh please, like youâd ever get rid of me. You like me way too much.â He then turns to you, âIâm really glad that itâs not something troubling you or affecting you in a bad way.â He smiles gently, then goes straight back to bantering with Mor. âBy the way, Iâd sacrifice you first.â Mor sends a vulgar hand movement his way as the table erupts in laughter.
Azriel hasnât let go of your thigh, his hand now resting comfortably. His shadows move from him to you, taking your hair in their little hands â almost as a way to calm you down and reassure you that youâre safe and fine with Az. Rhys looks at Azriel and gives him a look you canât make out. A smile forms on Rhysâ face as he drinks from his glass.
Feyre takes your hand in hers as she scoots her chair closer to you. âIf you ever need anything to make these episodes easier, donât hesitate to let me know. Whatever you may need.â She taps your hand lightly, a comforting understanding between you. You nod, thanking her silently.
You turn to Azriel as everyone continues on with their dinner, to find him already staring at you. His eyes capturing a deep emotion you donât quite recognise. You take his hand on your thigh in your own, squeezing it and smiling at him. âThank you for always looking out for me. Youâre the best, seriously Az.â You meant every word. He smiles one of his genuine smiles again. The ones that make your heart burn with desire and some other emotion youâre not sure of.
He looks to Rhys for a second and then back to you, that unknown emotion flashing in his eyes again. âOf course. You- you mean a lot to me. Iâll always look out for you angel.â
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for the a widows sunshine series what about when y/nâs school is having like one of those parent days where the kids parents come to the school to do fun activities and natasha has to tell her that she canât make it because of work or something like that and y/n is really sad about that.
so instead wanda surprises her by showing up for her which makes y/n really excited. i didnât have a specific age in mind but maybe this could be for the 5-10 age range.
Afternoon Tea Party
Pairing:Â Natasha Romanoff x Daughter! Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary:Â When your mom canât get out of work for a kindergarten event, Wanda takes it upon herself to surprise you.Â
Tiny Angst, Comfort
Warnings: None | 0.9K
AC:Â Thank you for sending this! Reader is 5 in this, perfect for just before they call Wanda âmamaâ at age 6! I hope you enjoy this! xÂ
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âRough night?â Wanda asked Natasha while the red head poured herself a mug of coffee. âNah, I just dropped Y/n off at kindergarten and spend 20 minutes in the parking lot to get her to stop crying before I walked her inâ Natasha replied, sipping her coffee.Â
âIs she okay?â Wanda asked.
âShe has this afternoon tea thing, and I canât get out of training the new recruits so I canât go. She was really excited about itâ Natasha explains, sighing to herself knowing she had let her daughter down. âWhy donât I go? I mean, only if youâre okay with itâ Wanda suggested, causing a soft smile to tug at Natâs lips.Â
âYou would do that?â She asked.Â
âOf course, Iâd love tooâ the brunette smiled. Nat kissed her softly, âyou are a life saver, thank you! It starts at 1pm, take my credit card and buy a fruit salad or something to takeâ she replied.Â
âDonât stress, Iâve got this. You on the other hand, donât need thisâ Wanda said, taking the coffee from Natâs hand, âyou only drink more than one cup of coffee when youâre stressed, have some juice or water and leave the rest up to me!â She added.Â
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You, along with your other classmates helped the teacher set up the family event by placing a spread of snacks on the table for guests to help themselves too. You wished your teacher would let you sit in her office to draw while everybody else had fun but your teacher said no and encouraged you to take part in the event.Â
As parents started to arrive, you only got sadder knowing that youâd be one of the only students without your parent showing up. It was moments like these that you hated your motherâs job and didnât understand why she couldnât come.Â
Quietly, you snuck off to the corner of the classroom where the books were and made yourself comfortable on one of the beanbags and looked at the picture book in hopes of ignoring the event taking place around you.Â
âWhat are you reading there?â A familiar voice made you look up from the picture book.Â
âWanda!!â You jumped up, dropping the book and instantly giving her a tight hug, âare you here for afternoon tea?â You asked, looking up at her.Â
âI sure am! I even brought some apple and orange slices; can you show me where I can put them?â Wanda asked with a soft smile. You took her free hand and took her to the snack table where she placed the fruit slices down. âOver here we have drinks you can help yourself too! Do you want a drink?â You asked, full of happiness.Â
Wanda loved seeing how happy and excited you were for her to be here, âSure! I could do with a drinkâ she replied before you rushed over to the drinks table and waited for Wanda to help you pour some juice for the two of you.Â
After you and Wanda enjoyed your juice, you took Wanda to the wall where plenty of artwork was hanging, you showed her the painting of the beach you had painted a few days ago before showing her the robot you made from boxes which you named uncle tony.Â
âAnd this is a folder is all about me!â You said, giving her the folder with your name on the front that you had proudly decorated. Just as Wanda started to have a good look through the folder, one of your teachers had announced that it was time to take your family member or family friend to one of the activity tables to take part in. You had your eyes set on the paper puppet making table and quickly grabbed Wandaâs hand before rushing over to the table.Â
You grabbed a piece of green A4 paper while Wanda grabbed a pink piece of paper. âIâm going to make a frog!â You beamed as you reached for a piece of red paper. Wanda smiled softly before she had a quick look over the instructions sheet, once she had an idea of how to make a paper puppets, she offered to fold your green paper as shown in the instructions.
âWhat are you going to make Wanda?â You asked, using the kid friendly scissors to begin cutting out the shape of your frogâs tongue.Â
âI think I might make a little bunnyâ Wanda replied as she finished up folding the green paper for your frog. âI like bunnies! I wish I could have one as a pet, but mommy says we canât have pets in our new homeâ you replied.
âAn apartment is no place for a bunny, maybe you could ask to keep one at your uncle Clintâs houseâ the brunette suggested. You face lit up at the idea, âIâm going to ask her when I go home today!!â You smiled before reaching for the glue.Â
Wanda helped you glue some extra pieces of paper on the head for the eyes and even helped you cut out some white and black circles to make the eyes, once satisfied with your frog, you wrote your name on the back and placed the crafty frog on your hand.Â
âIâm going to name her Miss Hoppies!â You smiled at Wanda.Â
âMiss Hoppies looks awesome! Do you think she will like being friends with Cupcake?â Wanda replied, placing the bunny puppet on her hand. You chuckled at the name Wanda had picked for her puppet, âthatâs a funny name for a bunnyâ you said, âbut I like it!â You added.Â
The two of you then played with the puppets together, having Wanda surprise you made you forget the reason why your mother couldnât come. Although you were still sad that you couldnât do this with her, you couldnât wait to show her the puppets you and Wanda had made.
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SUMMARY: Where Paul finally gets the courage to say "I love you" for the first time.
WARNING: None.
REQUESTED?: Yes, on Wattpad.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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Y/N's eyes slowly opened as she tried to adapt to the brightness of the space, rays of the morning sun completely entered through the window covered only by a thin curtain, keeping the room warm and comfortable.
The girl turned her head as she stretched lazily, a smile stretching across her cheeks as her eyes stopped on the face of her boyfriend, Paul, who was lying on his back, eyes closed and small snores coming from his half-open mouth.
Y/N shifted her body to the right, facing Paul while her head rested on his bicep, which served as her pillow every night she slept at his house.
Her eyes traveled over his face, which carried a relaxed expression. His long eyelashes rested on his tan cheeks, and his nose moved slightly from time to time, showing that his mind was immersed in some dream. Y/N felt like she could stay there all day, her left hand drawing small shapes on her boyfriend's bare chest.
After a few minutes of admiring him, the girl felt her hunger speak louder, sitting up slowly so as not to wake Paul, smiling in relief at not seeing him move even an inch, showing that he felt extremely calm and safe in her presence.
Y/N slowly got up from the bed, casting one last glance at Paul before starting her steps out of the room and towards the kitchen, her hands using the black hair tie on her wrist to tie her hair into a high ponytail.
The girl entered the kitchen, a yawn escaping her lips. She walked over to the small radio on the counter and played it, leaving it on the station she always listened to with Paul, turning down the volume a little so as not to disturb her boyfriend's sleep.
Y/N walked to the fridge and opened the door, vaguely observing the items inside, deciding to make a creamy scrambled egg with buttered bread and a fruit salad with yogurt, knowing that Paul felt hungrier than normal and a simple loaf of bread wouldn't sustain his stomach for more than 30 minutes.
She took what she was going to use, placing it on the sink and doing the same with the cabinet, organizing separately what she would use for each dish and starting to prepare breakfast.
With the bread already in the toaster and the water already heating for black coffee, the girl took a ceramic bowl and broke five eggs there, stirring them with a fork.
Sounds of footsteps echoed through the hallway between the bedroom and the kitchen, but it was imperceptible to Y/N, who was too focused on her action and the music coming from the radio.
Paul leaned his body against the threshold of the kitchen door, crossing his arms as his eyes admired his imprint preparing coffee for both of them while softly following the melody on the radio, a smile stretching across his cheeks at the scene so homely, free from weight and worry from all the chaos that has surrounded the supernatural beings of Forks over the last few months.
The opening whistle of the song "Home" by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros sounded through the room, catching Paul's attention. That song was considered one of the main songs of their relationship, as it played during the first bonfire that Y/N attended as Paul's companion. The memory of the two of them dancing together late at night, bare feet on the sand, surrounded by people they loved and lots of food was engraved in their minds.
The boy walked away from the door, going towards Y/N, who swayed her hips to the beat of the music as she passed the eggs to the frying pan on the stove.
Warm, strong arms surrounded the girl's waist, causing her to jump in place in fright, her right hand flying to Paul's arms while her left went to her chest, trying to calm her racing heart.
"You scared me!" Y/N said loudly, slapping weakly her boyfriend's arms, taking the spatula from the sink and stirring the eggs in the pan before it burns.
"Sorry, my love. Good morning." Paul responded in a whisper, resting his head in the crook of his girlfriend's neck, breathing in the natural scent of her skin and the body cream she had applied the night before after her shower. "Remember this song?"
"How can I forget? It's our song, it marked the beginning of our relationship." Y/N responded in a low voice, not wanting to burst the bubble that seemed to settle around them.
"Yes, I will never forget you dancing in that beautiful white dress that night, the bonfire behind you, and the smell of food in the air. Remembering that memory makes me love you even more." Paul commented with a goofy smile on his face, closing his eyes briefly, seeming to see the scene in front of him again.
Y/N's right arm, which was previously moving the spatula against the eggs, suddenly stopped, catching the boy's attention, who raised his face and moved so that he was next to his girlfriend, watching her with confused eyes.
"You love me?" She asked in a whisper, turning off the heat and dropping the spatula into the frying pan, turning around and facing him.
Paul replayed in his mind what he had said seconds ago, the understanding that he had said that he loved her flashed across his eyes, a nervous smile expanding on his face as his heart accelerated, fear settling in his chest.
"Yes, I love you." He revealed, knowing that was no coming back, looking at her closely, observing her reaction closely.
His heart warmed at the sight of his girl's eyes shining with tears as her mouth opened slightly in surprise, Y/N's right hand going to her own chest in disbelief.
"Oh Paul, I love you so much." She reciprocated, a tear escaping her eyes as she walked closer to her boyfriend, laying her head against his warm chest, her arms wrapping around his waist.
Paul sighed in relief, his eyes also filling with tears as he pulled Y/N closer, hugging her tightly.
"I've loved you since before I understood what that kind of love meant. The first time I saw you, I gave myself completely. When we kissed for the first time after you accepted me as yours, I became an addict and I knew that no one else could make me feel such an electric spark. Y/N, the moment I looked into your eyes for the first time, I knew I would follow you to the end of the world if necessary. And I don't say that because you're my imprint, my love for you goes far beyond that." Paul declared, pulling away slightly so he could look into his girlfriend's eyes, a huge smile decorating his features.
"Paul, it's not fair of you to make me cry at a time like this." Y/N muttered, her voice cracking with emotions. Paul brought his large hands to her face, wiping away the tears that wetted her flushed face. "I love you so much, I promise I'll be yours for the rest of our lives." She whispered, her heart overflowing with love, passion, and affection.
The boy bent down slightly, sealing his lips on hers in a slow kiss, full of the best feelings. A sigh escaped Y/N in pleasure, surrendering to the kiss and Paul's arms.
The sound of the wolf's stomach begging for food interrupted them. Y/N let out a laugh against Paul's lips, opening her eyes slowly and walking away, smiling big and turning to the stove again, going back to finishing breakfast for both of them.
Paul's arms remained around his girlfriend's body seeking contact and comfort, his heart warm, as their bodies moved slightly to the melody of the songs that sounded from the radio.
They felt like they could stay there forever, surrounded by the best feeling, love.
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THE PREFECT'S SHOW #1 â TRAVELLING WITH CROWLEY: 0/10
It's not often you go to holiday vacations with your teachers. While some may consider that possibility an interesting situation, you can't say the same for a certain masked headmage.
CONTENT: Crowley + Crewel (Platonic). They're trying to be good father figures; Crowley fails in the process. NUMBER OF WORDS: 1,5k.
âFun fact,â you started, stirring the coffee you brought with you as you sat down, placing it on the table. âHeartslabyul students don't drink coffee because they have a rule against it. It's kind of like a forbidden drink, and if you consider the health risks, it's understandable. But this thing has been my lifesaver, and I'm no Heartslabyul student, so,â you continued sipping, âit's even better."
âWhat's up? Ramshackle Prefect here ready to tell the story about how my guardian almost left me behind at the airport during the holidays."
You took a large, final sip of your coffee before placing it aside, clearing your throat.
âTo start, I want you to picture this: the holiday break is close, and the finals are over, resulting in happy students having the time of their life, including me. Now, ditch all that and replace it with overwhelming concern the moment Crowley asks for my assistance. Again."
âHeadmage?â You asked, stepping inside Crowley's office, looking for his distintive figure everywhere. âIs something the matter?"
âYoung MC," he abruptly said, causing you to jump in surprise as you turn to meet his gaze. You felt nervousness begin to creep up your spine upon inspecting his eyes, thinking the worst of scenarios due to how serious he was. Did Grim fail all the exams? Were you about to get expelled? Was he going to cut your allowance once more?
You definitely thought a lot of possibilities. None of them were good.
âYou see. While finishing my plans for my upcoming vacations, I happened to encounter an extra-ticket I wasn't aware of, and what kind of headmaster would I be if not the one that makes sure his students are content with wonderful gifts?"
You tilted your head, confused at the implication. "I'm afraid I'm not following you."
"Dear Prefect," Crowley said, his flourished words becoming even more dramatic after your oblivious remark. "I'm inviting you to spend your holidays with me! Oh, how incredibly kind of me!"
Suspicion was the only thing that flooded you, one of the many reactions Crowley often caused in you when putting up questionable situations like these on the table. "You want me to accompany you on your vacations?" You asked, a million of possible scenarios running through your head. "Am I going to encounter some kind of mafia on your behalfâ"
"I'd never do such a thing!"
"Asking the mafia for favors or send me off to pay your debt?"
"My, I'm only doing this because of my immense kindness!" He proclaimed, a huff leaving his lips upon seeing that you still hadn't given up on frowning. "Look. I'm aware that I may not have been the best of guardians, but I'm positive that this trip will bring none other than wonderful memories! So, what do you say?"
âI had my doubts," you fixed the camera briefly before continuing. âI think every person that has met Crowley would've had them. But it seemed genuine, so I said yes. However, the problem came after that."
"Absolutely not," Crewel remarked, his gloved hands graciously working on packing every single piece of attire he could find, not even stopping to acknowledge Crowley's proposal. "There's no way I'm letting you take MC to a different country, much less when I can't be there to watch over her."
"May I remind you that I'm perfectly able to care for MC? Why, if I'm perfectly suitable to be her father!" Crowley argued, his overdramatic words only causing Divus' vein to become more noticeable, his eye beginning to twitch.
"And may I remind you that the one who pays for her food and clothes is me?" Divus countered, trying to contain his frustration as to not damage the fragile dress he was preparing for an upcoming event. A gala that was going to be held on another country that featured his new winter designs, or so he told you. "If anything, I was going to invite her to spend her holidays with me."
"Totally inadmissible! The gentlemen code clearly stands up for the one who posed the invitation first."
"Well, I'm sure MC is going to agree with me," and right then and there, both of them turned to look at you at the same time, making you flinch in realization of what was about to come.
"Right?"
"I, uh..." You pondered for a moment, taking your time to think before sighing. "I think that I want to go with Crowley. Not because I favor him or something, but you have your gala, and I don't want to bother you. Plus, it'd be interesting if he stands for what he says."
Crewel sighed, walking a few long strides before standing right in front of you, a concerned expression on his features. "Are you completely sure? I won't have difficulties to take care of you if you do decide to come with me."
You smiled at him, reassuring his uneasiness. "I'm sure. You always told me that we mustn't judge before experiencing first, so I'm trying to abide by that."
"Oh, what an immensely great moment for a daughter and her kind fatherâ"
"Stop that."
âIndeed. I trusted Crowley's invitation," you nodded, grimacing at the memory. "In my defense, I really thought it was going to be a chill vacation. Grim didn't complain much after I told him we were going to a tropical beach, given that he thought he was going to get a lot of free fish, and since Crewel had given Crowley his blessingâand a well-placed threatâall that was left was packaging and leaving."
"Let's focus on the leaving part."
âAre you sure we couldn't have just... I don't know, do something more humane than forcing him to sleep?" You asked Crowley, who was already in vacation mode, as you looked down at the cage Grim was in. For as kind as his invitation was, you surely didn't expect him to use his magic to put your little monster to sleep after he caused a fuss to not get put into "prison" (meaning, a cat cage); all this trouble just so he didn't have to pay for another ticket. Incredible.
"It's completely okay, Prefect! Little Grim will be more than elated once he sees that he hadn't had to withstand the horrors of turbulence," he responded, his apparently unharmful words to excuse himself enough to make you sigh.
"Whatever you say."
It took you both less than ten minutes to arrive to the waiting area, with you about to sit and relax before boarding time when Crowley spoke. "Prefect, can you be so kind to bring me some vittles? It's incredibly important to make sure to board with a full stomach."
"I don't know how factual that is, but okay," you nodded, leaving both Grim and your luggage (which wasn't much to begin with, at least compared to his much larger suitcase) on the chair next to him, walking to the nearest shop.
âTen minutes." You brought a hand to your forehead, a heavy sigh leaving your mouth as you recalled the worst part of the story. "It took me ten minutes to grab everything that he and I might need, and apparently, in that short span of TEN MINUTES, an announcement went off informing everyone that our flight was boarding earlier."
"And guess what?"
Slamming your palm on the table, you raised your voice, filled with frustration. âCrowley had forgotten that I hadn't returned despite my belongings and Grim being in his hands! So, I was left alone in a crowded airport with no phone, no boarding ticket and no guardian, so, again, guess what I had to do."
âExcuse me," you politely called, drawing the attention of the woman sitting right at the information booth. âI would like to make an announcement, if possible. It's to call for my familiar; he got lost and I can't find him."
âOf course. Please make sure it's short." You thanked the lady, taking ahold of the intercom being handed to you before pressing the button.
âDire Crowley. For the crime of leaving MC behind she is in the rightful obligation of telling Divus Crewel you abandoned her and thus, you're to be on the receiving end of his wrath. Thank you for your attention." After the announcement, you handed the communicator back to the information woman, smiling in response to her shocked expression. âThank you very much."
âTo be honest, I kept it classy. Not because I wanted to but because there were children around, but if it wasn't for them then I WOULD'VE TOLD HIM THAT HOW DOES HE DARE TO LEAVE ME BEHIND AT AN AIRPORT WITHOUT ANY MEANS OF COMMUNICATION AND WITH BARELY ENOUGH MONEY FOR A SANDWICH. YES, CROWLEY, I'M TALKING TO YOU, YOU ABSOLUTELY PIECE OF SHâ"
Cue to your enraged self being cut off and replaced with a much more calmer one, playing with the edge of your cup.
âIt was a hard day. Mostly because after he picked me up, I tripped and fell face-first on the floor. So, yeah, awesome day. I never had so much fun before."
"Crewel doesn't know this since I told him that I was having the time of my life. And, in contrast to what you may think after telling you all this, I did enjoy the rest of the trip; surprisingly enough, Crowley bought me an expensive souvenir as an "I'm sorry" gift." Grabbing a handmade figurine of a traditional character people in that island supposedly adored, you showcased it to the camera, pointing at a few, cheaply painted spots. "Yeah, he was probably scammed, but it's the thought that counts."
You placed it back on the table before returning your focus on the camera, a soft smile adorning your face.
âWell, the coffee is over, the story has been told and the time's up, so today's vlog has come to an end." And before disconnecting the camera, you made a peace sign. "Prefect out."
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I HAVE BEEN HIT WITH A VISION FROM THE ELDER GODS!
You can see from miles away that Bi Han is touch starved as hellll, im talking STARVING.... so I honestly see that man just feeling turned on from simple kisses. Like, 1 min of kisses, BAM, ready to go! I feel like that intimacy may get him going, since thats a rare thing in his life
This isn't a request for a fic ( unless you want it to be đ ) but I am obsessed with Bi Han and I just realised this while drinking my coffee this morning
Just Some Kisses
Prior notes: I fuck with your vision! So I did something short cause how could I not work with that even though this was not originally a request.
Pairing: Bi-Han x Gn reader
Warnings âźď¸: Suggestive hehe
You were feeling extra lovey today. Just the sight of your boyfriend made you all giggly and your heart warm up like a cast iron on a hot Arizona day in July. Okay, maybe not that hot but you get the picture. Fresh baked cookies kind of warm. Yeah, thatâs better.
You were practically skipping over to Bi-Hanâs office where you strolled in all innocently. He didnât look up but he knew it was you walking in. Usually you would sit next to him or anywhere else in his office when you came to spend time with him. Nope. Today was different. Your seat would be Bi-Han himself.
You came closer to Bi-Han and started straddling his lap. You caught him by surprise. This was the first time you ever did this. Heâs not complaining surprisingly.
He was about to question you until he felt your lips on his face. All over his face actually. You were leaving kisses wherever you could as you held his face in a loving manner. His cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, even neck. You didnât see it but Bi-Han was starting to blush. Awww he likes it.
He didnât know what to do with his hand. No one has ever done this to him or given him this much attention. His hands were gripping the arms of his chair while you were kissing his neck. You heard him make a low growling noise that you took as a sign of delight. You were right but he was also struggling to contain himself.
When you started making out with him that was the hardest part for Bi-Han. Feeling your soft lips against his was pleasurable torture especially once you slipped your tongue into his mouth. Your hands were feeling him up. One hand was sliding down his chest while the other went to his hair, letting his hair down from its once tight bun. Damn! This felt too fantastic for him. Your fingers running through his hair was the final nail in the coffin. You felt his hands grab onto you and squeezed you gently. He let out a groan before tearing his face away from you.
âWhatâs wrong? Did I do something?â You asked innocently.
Oh you sure did do something.
Bi-Han pushed you down on his lap more and you finally felt his hard on. How the heck did you miss his bulge?! You saw how embarrassed Bi-Han was. He was all hot and bothered, not very used to being kissed, touched, and loved this much. You didnât even mean to get him started like this. The man was really struggling to hold himself back. He froze the arms of the chair trying to contain himself. But now that you knowâŚah fuck it!
With one arm he picked you up while the other arm swept his desk clean of anything. Every paper and writing utensil fell to the ground. He placed you on his desk, pressing himself against you. Now youâre the priority. The work can wait, he canât. Heâs all horned up and ready to go! Donât make him wait any longer after you teased him like that.
You didnât even mean it but okay, go off I guess.
Well, hope you have funâoh my gosh
Oh damn is he gonna pay to fix your clothes?
Wow, i didnât know you were that flexible!
Iâve never seen that position before WHEN DID HE LEARN THAT?!
You two are making a lot of noiseâŚohâŚhe wants thatâŚcool.
The desk is squeaking HAVE SOME MERCY!
Woah! Alright! Thatâs a lot that came out!
You uhâŚyou need a tissue? Or some Bounty paper towels? A towel actually?
He definitely was touched starved, ohhh mighty.
After notes: You spat this vision out at me. Iâm more of a tea vision kind of person but coffee visions work too.
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Work Wife
Bucky x readerÂ
Some angst, past crappy relationship with cheating but Bucky is a sweet baby and makes it all better. Lots and lots of fluff
âSee you soon dollâ Bucky pecked a kiss onto your head before making his way out to a new job he had taken up at a small bookstore. Heâd taken a few months off of missions, needing a break from it all and the store that wasnât too far from the compound was perfect.Â
You smiled watching him run off, not wanting to be late. It warmed you seeing how happy he was, it had only been a couple of weeks and he was glowing.Â
He clearly loved it.Â
Every day heâd come back, excited to tell you about how his day went; the new book he read, how his coworker, Rosa, introduced him to a new coffee, the puppy that visited the store, the new cafĂŠ he went to with Rosa, how to processed an online order for the first time, how Rosa walked him through the whole thing.Â
You were curled up in bed with Bucky, your head on his chest while he cuddled you close, telling you about the most recent events that took place that afternoon (which of course, included Rosa). He laughed about how the owner of the store, Dave, told them to stop flirting so much, it was going to make the other customers sick.Â
âAlmost followed her home today, she made these almond cookies that were so good, I wanted to bring you some but Dave finished themâÂ
You hummed, shaking off the tiny inkling of insecurity and jealously that had started to crawl up your spine. You were over thinking. It was nothing. Rosa was a coworker.
Bucky would never cheat.Â
He loved you.Â
âCome visit soon?â He whispered, before kissing your forehead and turning the lamp off so you could both fall asleep.Â
âI willâ You kissed his chest, biting your lip, wondering if it was a good idea. You had been meaning to visit for ages but missions and recovery had taken up your time. Now you feared actually seeing everything in person would make everything too real.Â
You didnât know if you could go through that again.Â
*****
âSounds like you have a work wifeâ Tony snorted, over hearing bits and pieces of Buckyâs day at the book store while you both sat at the kitchen island, eating dinner.Â
âA work wife?â Bucky looked confused, having never heard the term before, he was already on the struggle bus trying to find the courage to make you his wife, what was this additional fuckery.Â
âYâknow, like a close bond you have with someone at work and it almost feels like youâre married to them cause you get each other and thereâs some banter and bickering in there. Like a wifeâ
Bucky nodded, it made sense. His relationship with Rosa was sort of like what Tony was describing and he certainly felt a deeper connection with her than just someone else he worked with.Â
âPepper says Nat is my work wife but Nat said Steve is her work husband, Cap still doesnât understand the concept, so weâre all in a bit of an entanglement until further noticeâÂ
Your heart started to hammer in your chest. You knew they were all just joking and you kept reminding yourself that Bucky would never, never cheat but...
Thatâs also what you thought in your last relationship.Â
When he said they were just co-workers.Â
When he literally introduced you to her as his work wife.
She was in every single one of his stories.Â
His day wasnât complete unless she was in it.Â
You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt but surely being a work wife didnât entail sending each other nudes.Â
You swallowed thickly, trying to calm yourself down before you got ahead of yourself, Bucky was different.Â
*****
âSo...â You fidgeted with your fingers, watching Bucky get ready for work, letting your curiosity get the best of you. âWhats-whats Rosa like?â
âSheâs super sweet. We have a lot in common, its incredible. I donât think Iâve had that type of connection in a long time. Sheâs caring, she listens, more patient than I am, thatâs for sureâ Bucky snorted to himself, embarrassed over the number of timeâs he had asked her to help him go over the system they used for returns. She didnât mind, showing him again, every single time.Â
âOhâ You felt your heart sink, you didnât know what answer you were expecting from him but his words felt like salt rubbed on a wound. You didnât want to dump your insecurities onto him, it wasnât fair when he hadnât done anything wrong. He gave you a kiss good bye as always before heading out the door.Â
It was getting late. Bucky was never late. You couldn't fall asleep, your stomach churning at the number of reasons he could be late but nothing brought you comfort.Â
âYouâre still up?â Bucky had walked in quietly, expecting you to be asleep but you were up, reading a book, still waiting for him. âSorry baby, I got caught up with Rosa, I lost track of time. She really is like my work wifeâ He strode over to the closer to change out of his clothes, not seeing the tears that had welled in your eyes.Â
That did it. You couldn't swallow the lump in your throat or mask the sniffles that escaped you. You tried to bite your lips shut but you couldnât hide the tiny whimpers that slipped through. Â
âDoll?â Bucky frowned when he heard your soft cries, rushing out to come by your side, his heart racing when he saw how distraught you looked. âBabygirl whatâs wrongâ
âItâs-itâs nothing, it has nothing to do with youâ You shook your head, not wanting to go into the way you had trusted your past boyfriends so much, only to end up hurt every single time. You were practically watching history repeat itself and you hated it.Â
âBabygirl, talk to me, pleaseâ Bucky pulled you into his lap, doing his best to soothe you but it didnât seem to work.Â
âW-would-would you ever-ch-cheat on m-me?â You hiccupped between sobs.Â
âNever doll, Iâd never do anything to hurt you baby, youâre it for me. No one else comes close to you. Whereâs all this coming from sweet heartâÂ
You sucked in a breath, your body feeling hot, almost embarrassed to tell Bucky about your past relationship but he had to know. You told him about how your ex endlessly spoke about his coworker and how amazing she was. It started off fine. Then he started coming home late. He gave her that glorious title. Then he tripped and put his dick in her.Â
âYou-you said work wife, I guess it just reminded me about himâ You shrugged, âI know you like working with her a lot, Its just hard because I trusted him when he said there was nothing between themâÂ
âIâm so sorry you had to go through that babyâ Bucky wrapped his arms tightly around you, peppering kisses onto your face. âI promise you itâs nothing like that with Rosaâ He could tell by your face you were not convinced even though you were trying hard to believe him. You nodded against his chest, closing your eyes, hoping sleep would help you feel better.Â
âI think you should me et herâ Bucky smiled softly while you blinked up at him, his sweet hopefully eyes looking down at you. âPlease?âÂ
****
You gripped Buckyâs hand tightly as he walked with you down the sidewalk, your heart racing while his was jumping with excitement. The bell jingled as he opened the door, the soft scent of books immediately evading your senses, calming you slightly. Soft music from the 40â˛s played in the background on an old record player.Â
âRosa!â Bucky called out, grinning when he heard the tiny footsteps rustling between the rack.Â
âJames! Itâs your day off darlingâ A tiny old lady popped her head from around the bookshelf; she was wearing a soft pink cardigan, her grey hair tucked in a bun and thin gold framed glasses perched on top of her head. She was half Buckyâs height, standing on her toes to pinch on of his cheeks before looking at you with bright eyes. She was adorable.Â
âRosa, this is my girlfriend, y/nâÂ
âOh! I see why you call her a doll, what a sweet heartâ She didnât hesitate to pull you down for a hug, cupping your face gently in her soft hands âHe talks about you so much darlingâÂ
âY/n, this is my work wife, Rosaâ You felt your cheeks heat up while Bucky smiled bashfully, excited you finally got to meet the people and see the place that brought him so much happiness.Â
It all made sense now.Â
Of course she understood him well. Of course he felt happy here. They reminded him of all the things he had missed out on. When he was with them, he felt like he had a small piece of his old self back.Â
âWhat are you doing here Barnesâ Dave snorted, shaking his head âHere to flirt with my wife again?â An older gentlemen made his way over, cane in hand, dressed handsomely, nudging his wife playfully. âI hired you to work here, not flirt with the punks that come in hereâÂ
âWeâve been married 60 years, he still insists weâre just colleaguesâ She shook her head, elbowing his side while Bucky chuckled, enjoying the typical banter between the two, something he hoped heâd have with you one day.Â
âWhen youâre on the clock you work for meâ Dave shrugged, giving her a gentle kiss before sitting down and sorting a pile of books. âShouldnât have hired this one to work here, heâs been distracting youâÂ
âCan you blame me, look at how handsome he isâ Rose threw him a wink before helping her husband while Bucky blushed beside you, walking you through the store. âHandsome little devilâÂ
âHeâs a little shitâÂ
âThey wonât let me call them Mr. or Mrs or Sir or Mamâ Bucky shook his head, thinking back to the utter struggle her had the first week, getting bonked with Daveâs cane every time he slipped up.Â
âDonât age me, Iâm younger than you, if anything I should be addressing you as Sir, Sergeant. You were already in your 20â˛s when I was bornâÂ
âTheyâre so sweetâ You giggled, squeaking when Bucky tugged you to the back of the store.Â
âThey areâ Bucky hummed, wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you closer âI-I want that with you some day dollâ He whispered, nervous with what he was hinting at.Â
âand whatâs that my handsome devil?â You stood on your toes, kissing his lips sweetly, your heart fluttering while he rested his forehead on yours.Â
âBe happy with you, love you, grow old with youâÂ
âI want that with you Jamesâ You could feel your eyes sting a little, snuggling into his chest, nothing would have made you happier than getting to spend the rest of your life with your soldier.Â
âPropose to her already!âÂ
âShut up and let the boy beâÂ
Bucky chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he looked down at you, giving you a few more kisses before spending the rest of the afternoon, cuddled up with you on the couch with some coffee, books, and his mind planning how he wanted to ask you to marry him.Â
(and eventually he does propose to you. At that very bookstore. Dave and Rosa are 100% at the wedding. Theyâre more excited than anyone else that their son is getting married because Bucky is like their baby now. Your babies call them grandma and grandpa. Bucky still teasingly calls her his wife and she blushes like a little girl every single time)
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âThe Ties That Bind Usâ
Part 1
Summary - Ever since we were little, Rafe and I have been close. Sometime along the way, something happened though. We changed, got closer in a sort- I always wonder what mightâve changed. What ticks along the way made us what we are today? I guess Iâll never know. All I know is the feeling of his pretty hands, tracing the sides of my face. My best friend leaning in, his soft lips meeting my own. It shouldnât have happened, but it did and to be honest- I wasnât complaining...
Warnings - Just boys fighting- JJ calling reader nicknames
Word Count - 1.3k
My head ached as I grabbed my phone off my desk. As per usual the group chat was blown up from photos and videos of last night at Topâs party. Then everything came flooding back, the sound of music blasting in the background, the dancing, the alcohol- it was incredible. As I scrolled through the messages, stopping every once in a while to save some occasional photos and videos. I paused, grinning at the one of me and Rafe sitting next to each other. The photo wouldâve been considered average if it were anyone else- but alas it was my best friend. Then the group chat dinged with a new message, sending me back to the bottom of the chat. Sure enough it was the kook princess, Sarah. âIs anyone else's head DYING!!â As I read the message, I grinned. At least I wasnât the only one with a headache. That made me feel lots better-Â
My fingers tapped at the screen quickly. âMine⌠last night was the worst mistake of my lifeâ Not really- I quite enjoyed last night, actually. But they didnât need to know that. I carefully placed my phone down on the bed beside me. Nothing else to do, so might as well take a shower-
Laying back in bed, in my pajamas with my hair still in a towel was the best kind of TLC I could ask for at the moment. Watching TikToks was getting boring, so I tossed my phone on the bed beside me and just laid there. Thinking. Thinking about last night, thinking about the latest show I had been watching, thinking about Rafe. I wonder what heâs doing? Whatever, probably out with his dad or Kelce and Topper.
A knock on my door took me out of my thoughts. Carefully sliding out of bed and making my way over to the door. It wasnât hard to tell who it was. The way he knocked was a dead giveaway, Rafe. I smiled as I opened the door. âHowâs my Star?â he cooed. Raising up a bag full of chips and candies. That was all that needed to be said before I let him in my house. The snacks and that stupid little nickname he gave me freshman year of high school that just⌠stuck. He made his way through the door and into my house before I shut the door behind him.
All I could hear was his stupid murmurs about how dumb this movie was. My head laying on his shoulder, popcorn in between our laps, drinks sitting on the coffee table. âSânot stupid Rafe- you just donât have taste-â As soon as the words left my lips Rafe gave me one of the nastiest looks, Iâd ever seen in my life. All I could do was laugh which only seemed to irritate him more, causing him to roll his pretty blue eyes. âBetter taste than you,â he murmured. I jokingly gasped and slapped his arm. The corners of his mouth lifting into that stupid - cocky, smirk. As he laughed and threw his arm back over my shoulder again.
The silence grew and my mind wandered back to last night. Of course, not a word about what happened last night because- well- it didnât need to be brought up. I still couldnât help but think though... the alcohol- the partying. Weird comments from random people, but instead of bringing it up, we would do what we usually did, anytime something awkward happened we would ignore it. Not a word would be said about some stupid boys from the golf course asking if we were fucking. What do you even say to that? Allegations like that have gone on since high school. So, it wasnât REALLY that random, but it was still insane to be asked about. Of course, it wasnât true? Who in their right mind would fuck their best friend. Just the thought is actually insane.
While we sat in silence, I glanced up at him. His jaw was clenched as he focused on the movie he was complaining about earlier. I just observed him, he looked so calm. It was always different when it was just me and Rafe in private. There is something just - enchanting about how he looks. The way his pretty blonde curtain bangs frame his face. The way the light bounces off his face and enhances his already ice blue eyes. That tough exterior fades away and a gentler side of him is exposed. I guess he noticed, the way his eyes caught mine - the lump in my throat just grew bigger as I looked back at the tv. âWhat is it...?â Rafe questioned, though he kept his voice low. When I gave him a shake of the head and a mumbled out âNothing.â I donât think he was too pleased. He kept his eyes on me, like he could see into my soul.
Then before I knew it- he paused the movie on the TV. âRafe wha-â he cut me off âWhat is it Star, donât do that lying bullshit.â He scanned my face as if he was looking for any form of discomfort or lying. It made me smile - just how much he cared. âI just got lost in thought,â I replied, shrugging. His eyes drifted down to my lips when I spoke and then shot back up when it got quiet. âMâkay- whatever you say.â he murmured and unpaused the movie.
The next few hours were spent cuddling up on the couch together before his phone rang. The movie was quiet enough in the moment to let me hear who it was, Topper. Asking if Rafe was going to a party at the Boneyard tonight. Rafeâs eyes cut to me and then back to the tv in front of us. âDepends. Is it an anyone can come, sort of situation?â Rafe questioned Topper and Topperâs voice was soft from the speaker of the phone but sure enough he said yes. Rafe was quick to nod and say he would go. Then just like that he turned and looked at me with a gentle look on his face. âAssuming youâll go...?â The tone of his voice was almost like he was begging. âRafe- we were just at a party last nightâ I replied, sighing. His eyes softened, looking down at me with a soft pout- âCâmon, please Star?â he whined. Topper snickered in the background; Rafe mumbled a quick âShut upâ to his friend on the phone. I sighed and nodded. A smile found his face as he hung up on Topper.
The party was a buzz. Red solo cups thrown in plastic bags or littering the beach. Music blaring with the sparks and crackles of a bonfire going in the background. It was nice - calm, different from last night's party. The music wasnât loud to the point your head pounded. With my drink of choice in the red solo cup in my hand, I sloshed it around before taking a swig. My eyes roamed the beach, both kooks and pogues were at this party. Iâd lost Rafe somewhere mid-party, as per usual. He ran off with Topper and Kelce. Or so I thought -
JJ came running up to me, âHey pretty girl - whereâs your guard dog?â Earning a snicker from me, I covered my mouth with my empty hand. âMy what?â - âRafe, where is he? He not glued to your side tonight?â JJ questioned. Before I could get the chance to respond I heard Rafe clear his throat from behind me. âMaybe I spoke too soonâ The blonde in front of me grinned. âYeah or maybe you should get out of here, Maybank.â Rafe sneered, his hand finding its way to my shoulder. My eyes glanced to my side, Rafe with his hat backwards on his head. Red solo cup in hand and a harsh look on his face. JJ rolled his eyes and walked away, earning a scoff from Rafe. âDirty pogue.â - âRafe donât-â My words cut off when JJ turned around and shoved Rafe, causing ME to stumble back as well. Rafeâs cup went flying through the air as he stumbled back on his feet.
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