#this was a longer work break than i meant to take! other anons i will reply as soon as i have a chance!

[sunsburns]

okay but logan taking an interest in neighbor who works in fashion?? he always sees her carrying stacks of magazines, dressed in her chic attire that is sometimes a bit too tight in all the right areas, glasses slipping off her nose, always making calls on that damn phone, and yet he always wishes she looked his way…

oh anon ur cooking here. i think this is what's pulling me out of my writing slump 🥴 (wade breaking the fourth wall, suggestive 16+)

the first time he noticed you, it wasn't even in your building complex, but rather the stairs to the subway station down the street. you were rushing up the steps while he, wade, laura and al were just about to enter. it was al who noticed you first, calling out your name and poking your side with her walking staff.

you shrieked, dropping one of the fabric rolls you had been carrying, a curse at the tip of your tongue before you realized who it was. "al," you sighed, a little relieved, when you saw her and wade, who was dressed in a "i love nyc" t-shirt.

logan, being the gentleman he was, picked up the roll you dropped, handing it back to you. it was then that you looked at him, or well, briefly glanced his way with a quick "thank you" before wade started fucking talking.

that son of a bitch.

he didn't even have the courtesy to introduce the two of you to each other.

it was obvious you were in a rush, lips in a tight smile as you nodded and tried to smile at wade telling you all about how they were about to "hit up" times square.

logan felt bad for you, but only a little bit. the longer you stayed to listen to wade's painful monologue, the more he could look at you. he was a little shameless about it, perhaps not the most gentlemanly thing he could've done, but god you were just a sight for sore eyes.

a pretty thing in a mini skirt despite the cool late september breeze that was starting to kick, white, lace and ruffled. delicate with tall brown leather boots. and a washed-out denim vest you wore as a top, two buttons undone, a little pink bow tied to the pocket. logan didn't know a lot about fashion, but he liked the way clothes looked on you.

and then you were gone, al kicking wade across the shin to shut him the hell up when she realized you were in a rush. she let you go, and you left, quickly trading numbers with laura and without saying much of a goodbye or another glance logan's way.

but he watched you go, watched the way your skirt moved with the wind too.

"yeah, look at it bounce. god, i am no better than any man. " wade hummed, leaning all his weight on logan's side. "i didn't peg you as a creep, honey badger. with the way you were undressing the reader with your eyes, i would've thought you were on a registered sex offender's list."

"shut the fuck up, wade."

logan could hear the way laura snorted, her and al continuing their way down the stairs.

wade held his hands up in surrender before logan could try anything (and by anything, he meant to cut him to pieces. wade can't deal with that right now, the blood would take ages to get off his white shirt). "i'm just saying, after living with us for a few months, i would've thought you'd met her by now."

logan raised his brow, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"i mean, she literally lives across the hall." wade turned his head to the side, pointing his thumb at logan, "he can't possibly be this stupid, right? it's gotta be for the plot to build up tension or something."

from that day on, logan's started to notice you more. not that he was looking for you, he's not that big of a creep. but he's spotted you out the window some days, running down the sidewalk, always in a rush. then he was able to hear the way you slam your door shut when you leave in the mornings or when you get back home.

every single day, you're usually out and about. unless it's a sunday, those are the days you stay in your apartment, sewing and hanging out with blind old al and sometimes even fucking laura. turns out, you were the one who got laura all of those new clothes, made them for her.

jesus christ, how out of the loop was he?

you stood out like a sore thumb, always carrying something. whether it be magazines, sketchbooks, fabric rolls, or bags, you're always struggling to open your door when you get home, keys sometimes slipping from your grasp as you're trying to juggle everything.

one day, logan had come back from a run and spotted you in the hallway. well, he had heard you from floors below and was able to pick up the lingering scent of your perfume by the time he entered the lobby. it took him a bit of courage to walk up the few flights of stairs knowing he'd bump into you.

what the fuck was this?

he was a grown-ass man for god's sake. you had him overthinking and blushing at the mere thought of being in the same space again.

when he saw you in the hallway, you were on the phone, the device tucked between your ear and your shoulder, cursing under your breath as you tried to pick up your keys. you were wearing a black dress that day, a black hat and a big maroon scarf around your neck, "no, emily, don't fucking buy it in that colour. it looks like fucking vomit. i don't care what amy told you, she's basically colour blind-"

you stopped mid-sentence when logan appeared in front of you, grabbing the keys for you. "oh- uh. thanks."

"yeah, no problem."

he noticed your nails and glasses were dark red to match the scarf. lipstick too.

you didn't mean to grow flustered in his presence, he could tell from the way you froze, as if you didn't know what was supposed to happen next. he had disrupted your daily pattern, everything in your life moving constantly and quickly but all of a sudden everything is slower. it left you breathless.

"you're logan, right?"

he furrowed his brows. he hadn't expected you to remember him, nevertheless, remember his name. "yeah."

"wade told me all about you," you said, and your eyes dropped from his face a little, then lower, a smirk not too different from a sly cat's. you were staring shamelessly, eyes following every part and curve of his body, the way his long-sleeve shirt clung to his skin with sweat. "you don't seem austrailan."

logan tried not to groan. the picture of wade's stupid face in his mind now that you've mentioned him. he hated that the two of you seemed close. "i'm canadian."

"aren't you full of surprises?" you laughed, a smooth, teasing sound, and finally pushed the keys into the nob, unlocking the door. you turned, lingering by the door as if you were about to invite him in, but then the voice from your phone was trying to get your attention and you nearly seemed disappointed. "i'll see you around, logan."

and you were gone again.

logan liked to see your different outfits every day, dawning a different style every time you walked out that door. it was like you could never settle for one style, but you managed to look so fucking good in everything and every colour you put on.

he could never get tired of it. never get tired of you.

you and your tiny bottoms that he swore were getting smaller and smaller every day, even though the city grew colder and the days shorter. you and your stupid phone calls that sometimes went on late at night. you and your clothes, every single one different from the last.

you and your sketches, the ones he had started to find loose pages on the floor of the small hallway between your apartments, pretty designs of lingerie on a model that looked a little bit too much like you for it to be a coincidence.

though you never made another attempt to talk to him, you knew he was watching you. but you never chased, your heels were too expensive for that. you were just trying to give him a reason to come on you.

to you**

to come to you.*

sorry. typo.

[mountttmase]

I Bet You Miss Her

Note - Hey guys 🩷 just a cute little baby fic today and thank you to the anon who sent the request in, I hope it’s okay for you 😘 feedback would be appreciated 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 5K

Warnings - angst and fluff

Mason always loved a pre-season party, getting everyone together after weeks apart and excited for the season to start usually meant he was in his element but this year was different. You weren’t with him this time.

That didn’t mean he didn’t see you everywhere he looked. That when he watched one of his teammates wrap their arm around their significant other he didn’t feel a pang of emptiness because you weren’t by his side. He knew he should be there with you and he knew this was all his doing but being here hurt more than thought it might.

He felt lost. His arms limp by his sides as he couldn’t figure out what to do with his hands now they weren’t wrapped around yours. His eyes glued to the floor as he knew he’d still be looking for you even though you were miles away and as he stood with Licha and his family he was trying his best to act normal and not let his inner turmoil spill over.

‘So Mase, where’s y/n?’ Muri asked, a bright and friendly smile on her face as she wrapped her hand around Licha’s bicep and the sound of your name sent shock waves through him. He’d been expecting it for a while but he wasn’t sure if he wanted your name brought up in conversation or not. On the one hand he was desperate for someone to bring you up so he could imagine you once more and have an excuse to talk about you but he also knew the memories would just be too painful just like they always were.

‘Oh uh, she’s on a work trip. She’ll be back in a few days’ Mason lied smoothly. His lips pressed into a tight line as he fiddled with the last button on his shirt but thankfully she bought his excuse.

‘Ah amazing, she doing so well for herself. I bet you miss her though’ she pouted and her sympathy just made him feel worse somehow.

‘Yeah, yeah I really do’ Masons whispered and it was like the words hit him in his soul. Gulping back a lump that was rising up his through far too quickly for his liking before raising his glass to his lips in a final attempt to disguise his emotions.

Today had been a lot.

It was officially three months since the breakup and Mason couldn’t have felt worse if he tried.

Nothing had caused the pair of you to break up, nothing big at least. The move from London to Manchester had been tough for the pair of you and you knew he was finding it hard to settle. The constant injuries meant he spent more time with the United staff rather than his teammates that he should have been bonding with and unbeknownst to you one of them was having more of an effect on him than you knew.

What started off as bickering as you were both on edge became bigger arguments as the season wore on. Mason spending longer hours with his new friend on the physio table and at first you didn’t mind because it gave you a chance to cool off but soon enough it got to the point of no return for him.

You always figured the fighting was a phase and something to move past but the morning of a big away game, his first start since October the year before, he’d told you he couldn’t carry on and felt it was best if the pair of you ended things there so it didn’t get any worse.

You were blindsided, it never being in your head that he would end things as you knew you loved him enough to work through it but as soon as he left for the game you packed your car until it was full and made your way back home to London later that evening.

It felt like he was taking the easy way out. Not giving you a chance to fight or say anything back, just telling you he was done and running away so he didn’t have to face the consequences but if that’s what he wanted then that’s what he would get. Driving back to your best friend's house who was ready to welcome you with open arms whilst you cursed his name all night. Confused as to how you’d even got here but you were hoping that when he returned home he’d feel just as awful as you were.

The game went terribly, Mason not really ready to play the amount of time he had been given and even though he wasn’t really to blame the loss hit harder than most. Not speaking a word to anyone unless he had to on the flight home and once he was back in his car he finally let his emotions get the better of him. Slamming his head onto the steering wheel before letting the first few tears fall.

This felt like rock bottom.

Mason knew you were gone as soon as he got home. Your car was gone and your house keys left in the dish on the console table told him as much when he walked in, but he could also feel you were gone. Your presence had been sucked right out of the home you’d built together and Mason felt awful instantly. He’d known since he stepped onto the plane yesterday morning that he’d made a mistake and all he wanted after an awful 12 hours or so was for you to make him feel better like you always did.

He tried every way known to man to try and get a hold of you but nothing seemed to be working. Even contemplating sending a messenger pigeon if he thought that might have worked but after five days of nothing from you he knew you were done. He’d made his bed and now he just had to lie in it no matter how uncomfortable it was.

In the end he figured he’d just wait for you to come to your senses and reply as you must be missing him just as much as he was missing you but the call never came. Just days that turned into weeks of waiting and waiting and soon enough the inevitable questions as to your whereabouts came.

Muri wasn't the first person to ask after you and she wasn’t the first to have been lied to by Mason. Everyone who mentioned you he managed to fob off with a different excuse and at this point you’d been on more girls trips and work trips than he could shake a stick at. He was running out of excuses though and he’d told his mum you’d been ill for so long that she was threatening to come and look after you herself but Mason always had it covered.

He was surprised he’d managed to get away with it for this long without someone coming back at him, thinking word must have gotten back to you eventually but no one ever questioned him and his spiral of lies just kept getting deeper. Too embarrassed to admit he’d let go of the best thing to ever happen to him so he kept going until the excuses no longer sounded plausible.

Where were you? Oh, yeah she’s at the dentist, she’s gone back home to visit her family for a few days, she’s already got plans she can’t cancel he lied but before he knew it he was paying for his sins.

It was 11pm a few days after the pre-season party and Mason was just about to get ready for bed. Switching his tv off and taking his snacks back to the kitchen but that’s as far as he got. The sudden sound of pounding fists on his door startled him and he froze in fear for a moment before he quickly pulled up the doorbell app on his phone. It was clearly a little slow to alert him to someone being outside but was met with a sight he thought he’d never see again.

He was running to open the door in a flash, pulling it open so quickly you almost fell inside as you were still aggressively slamming your fists on it and once you’d gathered yourself Mason swore he’d never seen you so mad before.

‘Why are you telling everyone we’re still together?’ You demanded, your voice loud and hard and he felt his tummy drop as the seconds went by. A deep feeling of regret but also love for you swimming through him and he didn’t quite know what to say.

‘Wha… what are you doing here?’ He asked, trying to avoid the question a little bit he knew it was for nothing. You were beyond furious.

‘Work trip, funnily enough’ you laughed but he knew there wasn’t an ounce of humour in it. Clearly word had gotten back to you and at this moment he didn’t know if he was happy about it or not. ‘Now answer my question’

‘I- I don’t know-‘

‘‘Keep my name out of your mouth, Mason. You broke up with me, remember? You don’t get to do this’ you cut him off, ready to turn around and leave as you had nothing else to say to him but as soon as you looked away his helpless voice ran through the air.

‘Baby please-‘

‘Don’t’ you snapped, holding your finger up so he would stop talking. Your voice now cold compared to what it just was and Mason realised in that moment he’d rather have you angry at him than whatever this was. ‘Just don’t. You don’t get to call me that’

‘Don’t go, I fucked up but we can fix this’ he pleaded but you didn’t come here to talk. You came to tell him to leave you alone and you weren’t prepared for this at all.

‘No we cant-‘

‘Baby please-‘

‘No Mason! Why are you doing this to me? Have you not put me through enough?’ You shouted as you turned back to him fully, your emotions getting the better of you as you tried and failed to hold in a sob and your hands were now balled up into fists as you were so frustrated with the boy in front of you. ‘I’m trying to move on with my life but I’ve got people asking me about you all the time and bringing you up cause you’re still living in some weird fantasy land!’

‘Please baby, please don’t cry I can fix it’ he whimpered as he moved closer to you but made sure to take a step back so he didn’t get too close.

‘There’s nothing to fix! We’re done!’

‘No we’re not. Don't say that okay, you’re mine’ he sobbed as he ran his fingers through his hair erratically. ‘What do you want from me, huh? What is it cause whatever it is I’ll do it now. You want me on my knees? You want me to beg for you back cause I don’t care I’ll do it’ he told you, lowering himself onto the ground in front of you but all it did was make you sob harder. ‘I don’t care that you hate me, I don’t care that you think we’re done. I love you and I'm not giving up on us ever when I know we can work this out’ he cried. ‘Why won’t you listen to me’

‘Because you’re a coward, Mase! You broke up with me before an away game so you could run away. You didnt fight for me then and you don't get to fight for me now’

‘Please’

‘No’ you told him, hoping that could be the end of it so you turned in your heel and ran away. Knowing that he’d be delayed by a few seconds if he wanted to get up and chase you but by the time you’d got in your car and looked back he hadn’t moved from his spot. His chest now pressed to the floor as he’d slumped forward with his head hidden in the crook of his arm and you could see his back moving erratically up and down from what you presumed was him crying.

There was something in you that made you stop, something that made you want to get out of your car and run back to him. To stand him up and hold him and tell him everything was fine and you were still his but you didn’t. You couldn’t.

That didn’t mean you didn’t think of him over the next few days. Hours spent in your friend's box room as you didn’t have the heart to find your own place yet but the sound of his voice and the memory of him being so heartbroken was etched into your brain and you couldn’t seem to move on from it.

You’d never seen him so distraught before in all the time you’d known him. On his knees in front of you begging for another chance and you’d just ran away and left him sobbing on his drive after pouring his heart out to you.

You hated the way he still occupied your thoughts. Before things had gone wrong you believed he was your forever and would have done absolutely anything for him but all that had changed and right now you didn’t think you could ever fully move past this unless you sat with him and spoke to him properly. No matter how much it hurt.

Mason was absentmindedly watching whatever was on tv when his phone alerted him to someone being outside. He didn’t hear a knock or anything moving outside so he quickly opened the app to put his mind at rest when he was met with your face. Your hand rising and falling as you thought about whether or not you should press the bell but Mason wasn’t about to give you a choice and shot up from the sofa to pull the front door open

You weren't expecting him to suddenly be there, a hopeful look on his face as he tried to control his breathing and you felt your heart leap at the sight of him.

‘You’re back’ he whispered, watching you wrap your arms around yourself as you looked down at the floor and all he wanted was to wrap you up in his own arms. To kiss you and promise you he’d never hurt you again as he hated how you looked so fragile and nervous but he was taking you being as a positive sign.

‘Yeah’ you breathed, nodding lightly. ‘I was just about to knock, I um… do you think… do you think I could come in?’

‘Of course you can’ he nodded, pulling the door open wider before shutting it behind you. Watching you glance around the house you used to call a home before you stood playing with your fingers. ‘Can I get you anything? You want a drink or-‘

‘No, I think it’s best we just talk and get this over with’ you told him. walking right by him to get to the sitting room and the familiarity of the place hit you immediately. Nothing had changed, he even still had the same pictures of the pair of you in the frames by the fireplace and you felt your tummy drop at the sight of them. They felt like they were from a different life at this point and you didn’t know if you’d ever get to be like that with anyone ever again.

Mason sighed before joining you, his shoulders slumped as he thought maybe you’d come here to listen to him and let him put things right but from just that small awkward interaction he knew you were done. He was just praying to anyone and anything he could change your mind somehow.

‘I’m sorry’ he mumbled as he took a seat opposite you but you weren’t here to listen to that again.

‘I don’t want an apology Mason, you’ve said that a million times now. I want an explanation’ you told him calmly. ‘What happened?’

‘Nothing… and everything I guess’ he sighed, running his hand over his beard before scratching the back of his neck. All of his tells to let you know he was nervous. ‘Things were rough for a while, I think we both can agree on that’ he said and you nodded lightly. Things had been hard but never once had you thought about ending things with him. ‘It was just a hard year for me… and then were was Jason’

‘Jason?’ You asked, confused as to who he was talking about as the only Jason you knew was Mason's physio and he’d always been sweet to you when you’d seen him so you were confused as to why he was being bought up now.

‘Yeah, he’d been on at me for months about ending things with you’ he confessed and you felt your heart sink. ‘It's my fault, I saw him most days and we got pretty comfortable around each other so I said some things that looking back now I shouldn’t have. It was just guy talk you know? I didn’t mean anything by it at first, we were just moaning about our other halves but then he broke up with his girlfriend and he was going on about how much lighter felt now he was single and maybe I should do the same so we could be single together’

‘What?’ You breathed. Not knowing if this was a joke or not but you knew Mason and you knew he was open to everyone so it was no wonder he took advice from some he thought he could trust.

‘I know, and I know it doesn't make me sound any better. I get that. But we were arguing over stupid things and I had him in my ear constantly like I just lost it’

You didn’t know what to say. You understood a bit better now but it still didn’t make things easier.

‘But I knew it was dumb, maybe in the back of my mind that’s why I did it when I did cause you’re right. I was a coward and I wanted to run away but I knew It’s not what I wanted as soon as I got on the bloody plane to leave. I didn’t get chance to talk to you or do anything until later that night and I tried to call you but I never heard from you’

‘You didn’t even really give me a chance to fight for us. You told me what you wanted and left as quickly as you could. I didn’t exactly feel like giving you a chance to explain anything after that’ you told him quietly and he nodded knowingly. His face crumpling as he tried and failed to hold it together and you couldn’t lie and say the way he was wasn’t having an effect on you and his watery eyes were like a dagger to your heart.

‘I know you don’t believe me, but I’ve never stopped loving you’ he sobbed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eye so he could stop crying but it only made your eyes sting in return. ‘That day when I finished things, well I didn’t just hurt you. It's like I tore my own heart from my chest and I’ve never been able to numb that ache. Why do you think I lied and told everyone we were still together?’

‘Cause you’re certifiably insane’ you whispered. Your heart leaping at the way he let out a little chuckle as he wiped his eyes and when your eyes locked you felt your resolve crumble further.

‘Well yes, there’s that, but I couldn’t admit what I’d done to anyone cause I was embarrassed’ he gulped. ‘And I didn’t want to admit it to myself half the time. You’re way too good for me, I know that. Fuck everyone knows that so why would I want to tell everyone I’d thrown away the best thing to have ever happened to me. I know exactly what they’d say and how dumb I felt even just thinking it to myself so I made out you were just busy or something’ he shrugged. His confession melting your cold exterior slightly before he was scratching the back off his neck again. The cogs turning in his brain as he tried to make you believe in whatever way he could.

‘Mums been asking after you loads, I kept saying you were sick or had an appointment. She even sent me those special immunity tea bags to give you like they’re in the cupboard and everything’ he laughed and you felt your heart warm at how kind his family were. You’d missed going to visit them but didn’t want to reach out and have things be weird but now you were glad you hadn’t as clearly they were none the wiser

‘Does she know now?’ You whispered but he just shook his head awkwardly. The bridge of his nose turning a bright red out of embarrassment but your heart was hammering as you always found that to be one of his cutest tells and it was like you had to restrain yourself in your seat so you didn’t reach over to grab his face and kiss him.

‘No, she still thinks we’re together. I'd actually like to keep it that way’ he told you and even though you knew it was coming you weren’t ready to accept what he wanted to say. At least you didn’t think you were.

‘Mason-‘

‘Please’ he pleaded. His big brown eyes melting you even further and even though you promised yourself you’d be strong he was making it difficult. ‘Please, y/n. I said it the other night and I’ll say it again. I really would do anything for another chance and I’ll get down on my knees again if you want me to’ he told you and the tiny smile on your face must have given him the courage to push forward a little bit. Sliding off the sofa before getting himself settled between your thighs and resting his hands on them gingerly. You felt your heart thump as he looked up at you through his lashes and you knew you were putty in his hands at this point no matter how much you didn’t want to be.

‘I’m the biggest idiot known to mankind and I let you go when I should have held you closer. I know I can make you so happy, we were happy once were we?’

‘Yeah, we were’ you agreed quietly cause deep down you knew you really were and you knew I wouldn’t take much to get back there.

‘So we can do it again, right?’

‘I don’t know Mase’

‘Why? What’s holding you back?’ He questioned and at this point you didn’t even know. Only a few seconds away from just agreeing with anything he said as the hopeful look on his face was destroying you but you knew you had more to say.

‘Cause it hurt’ you whispered. ‘I hurt when you left me, it still hurts now’

‘It hurts because it matters’ he whispered, tucking some hair behind your ear and the gesture made you shiver. ‘And it matters because we still love each other. If you didn’t care anymore then it wouldn’t hurt’ he told you and you hated but loved the way he had you on strings. ‘Please baby, please. I can’t be without you anymore it’s killing me’ he told you, his voice wobbling as he looked down into your lap.

You couldn’t take it anymore, reaching down to cup his jaw so he’d look at you and the tears rolling down his cheeks broke your heart. You knew he was right, it hurt because you still loved him but looking at him so devastated between your legs hurt more than anything else.

All you wanted to do was make him feel better and you knew there was only one way to do it. Leaning down and pulling him up slightly so you could drop a sweat kiss to his lips and you knew he was surprised as he froze for a beat.

You both sat there for a few moments, foreheads touching with your eyes closed as it hit you what was happening but the smile on his face made you giddy so when he lent back in you let him take the lead. Kissing you gently as he gripped your thighs, almost making sure that you were actually there and he wasn’t dreaming but you were holding onto him just as tightly before pulling back to catch your breath.

‘I didn’t think I’d ever get to kiss you again’ Mason whispered but you couldn’t reply, Mason pulling you down onto the floor next to him before rolling himself half on top of you so he could kiss you again but the pair of you giggling didn’t help. ‘Is this really happening?’

‘Trust me when I say this, but I came over here with the intention of just putting things to bed and going back home’ you told him. Watching his face drop as things turned sombre. ‘But you’ve just made me realise I am home’ you told him, watching him pout slightly as he was so emotional. ‘I’ve been lost without you Masey, and yeah what you did sucked but I know you’re sorry yeah? I can see it all over your face’

‘I really am’

‘I know you are, and it’s okay. I forgive you’ you whispered and it’s like you felt his body relax under your fingertips.

‘Are you sure? I feel like I haven’t said half of what I wanted to’ he gulped, almost as if he couldn’t believe you’d forgiven him so quickly but you didn’t see the point of prolonging everything.

‘That’s okay’ you whispered. ‘You’ve said enough for me, life isn’t always about big apologies you know? I’d rather you make up for things with actions not words’

‘And I will’ he confirmed before leaning down to kiss you again. You tummy flipping at how gentle he was being with you and even before things had turned sour you couldn’t remember the last time you kissed like this. The last time he made you feel like this but you knew the feelings had never died, other stupid things had just gotten in the way.

You pulled back soon after, the pair of you just looking at each other in awe as you shared tiny kisses and soft stares before you felt his hand on your waist. You’d missed his touch and the feel of him made you wonder what else you’d missed in your months apart.

‘You won the fa cup’ you giggled, your eyes burning again as you thought back to the pictures of him looking so happy with his team mates. A nice end to a hard year he’d suffered and even though you’d been mad at him you knew how much it meant for him to win a domestic trophy and you couldn’t not be pleased for him.

‘I did yeah’ he laughed, tears springing to his eyes once more. ‘And we didn’t get to celebrate it together’

‘We’ve got time to, it’ll just be a little late that’s all’ you shrugged and he nodded down at you enthusiastically.

‘We do’ he breathed. Kissing your forehead before cradling your face so he could look at you properly. ‘And you’re going on work trips?’

‘Yeah, a week or two after I went home I got promoted’ you smiled, rolling your eyes lightly as the pair of you knew it was something you’d been working towards but in your mind it was still a little way down the line.

‘I’m so fucking proud of you’ he told you sincerely, pecking your lips quickly before looking at you again and the smile on his face melted you. ‘Looks like we’ve got a fair few things to celebrate then’

‘I think so, and you know how I like to celebrate’

‘Chocolate cake?’ He questioned, an eyebrow raised but he knew he was right. It was always your little tradition and how you celebrated the small wins.

‘Chocolate cake’ you confirmed with a smile and his bright eyes made you melt.

‘I’m gonna get you the best chocolate cake I can find, yeah. Only the best for my girl’ he smiled before his face dropped a fraction. ‘You’re still my girl aren’t you?’

‘I’m still your girl’ you told him, stroking his cheek as he looked at you softly. ‘Even though I was mad as hell I was always your girl Mase. And I always will be’

‘You and me against the world, sweetheart’

‘Of course, but I have a condition’ you told him, watching him raise his brow at you questioningly. ‘If you get upset again, please talk to me so we can work it out’

‘I will baby, I promise’ he told you sincerely and you knew he meant it. ‘I don’t ever want to be without you again, yeah? I fucking hated it’

‘Me too’ you laughed, pulling him down into a soft kiss that you couldn’t help but smile into as you felt him melt. ‘Now what’s happening with that chocolate cake’

‘Come on, we’ll get it together. Not letting you out of my sight now’ he told you, helping you up from the floor so you could make your way to the car, your heart finally home with your forever person.

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Hello! I just found your blog and I just started reading everything I saw 😅. Can I request 141 + König + Alejandro with a pregnant reader? They don't know yet and when the reader will break the news they are really stressed with work and end up taking it out on the reader, they end up getting into an argument and saying they hate the reader and that their life would be so much better without the reader in it (😈). The reader takes this seriously and leaves when they are asleep... Months later they meet again when the reader is on her way to the hospital to give birth (😈). Angst to fluff pls. If you don't feel good about writing or it's too big, that's fine. Have a nice day and thank you so much for all the time you spend writing to us.

The Things We Say // 141 Drabble

Summary: You're expecting, but it's not good news. To him, at least. Your relationship takes a hit, but once he meets your child, he's swallowed with regret for how he treated you.

Warning(s): angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, pregnancy, childbirth, mentions of premature birth/complications, mild injury/blood, strong language, established relationship, fem!Reader, no use of y/n

A/N: I was hurting my own feelings---but, there's fluff after the angst, so don't get too upset besties<3 Hope you don't mind anon, I took some creative liberty because I didn't want them all to have the same plotline. | Word Count: 5.9k

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SYNOPSIS; he had been in the thick of it lately, sometimes more overwrought when at home with you than in active combat, it seemed. Conversations were either abrupt, crude, or nonexistent—often just building on top of the tension building between the two of you. Relationships were supposed to be fifty-fifty, but you felt you were carrying the burden of the whole percentage. That’s why the news couldn’t have come at a worse time—you, staring at the two lines instead of one. No matter how long you stared, double-checked the diagram, the answer was the same. Pregnant. So, now you knew two things for certain, you were expecting, and most heartbreaking—the other one responsible was at his worst. To break the news to him, it took every fiber of your being.

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AFTERMATH; nine months of hell. That’s how you would answer if someone asked. Few people did though, even at work or out on the street. There was the occasional boy or girl, how are you feeling. But they were being polite, or taking pity on the pregnant woman without a ring on her finger. The pregnant woman with bags under her eyes, the one who winces with each step because she’s ready to pop. None of it meant anything to you, because the other half of this responsibility had been left in the dark, and not for much longer. You weren’t raising this child alone, no matter how irate he was going to be when you contacted him.

Price

One of John’s many talents; stewing on his feelings, keeping them suppressed for an unnatural amount of time.

Often so long that he forgot about the source of his anger once he had time to catch up to them. That is… Until his work was involved. Then he was an entirely different man, often spending his time deep in a bottle and with a nose deep in paperwork, with little regard for anyone else around him.

His control, it was typically so consistent, that he knew not to bring his professional problems home. But lately? It’s been anything but typical. He wasn’t what you would call mean, but there was definitely a negative word to describe it. Cold? Apathetic? Perhaps even unwelcoming?

The bickering, if you could call it that, had droned on for several minutes now. Though, it was mostly you venting your frustrations to an uninterested Price. ❝I know it’s not good timing, John. Why the fuck do you think I’m in here trying to reason with you? Are we just supposed to ignore this until we can’t anymore?❞ You hissed, tempted to rip the paperwork from his grip to get him to pay attention.

He always wanted children, but not right now. Naturally, that’s when it happened. He felt like he was drowning, at first only professionally, but now personally too. The funds weren’t a problem, the kid had two parents, but… you and him—nothing was working.

❝Sweetheart, I’m in the thick of it right now. Please.❞ He didn’t need to raise his voice for you to see how irritated he was. Perhaps at the baby, you, himself, or all the above. ❝I have a meeting.❞ He stood up from his workspace, steaming coffee in hand.

John walked away from you like you were a pestering soldier, not the mother of his child. Enough was enough.

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He thought he was slick, only giving you physical checks to see your face, to ensure that you were indeed alright. It was often the coffee shop within equal walking distance of your two separate homes. John would always slide the amount you needed across the table, a look of remorse on his face. Each monthly meeting, your stomach would grow in size, as did your drained expression.

But you wouldn’t talk to him. You would only text him the amount, nod when he asked questions. It was the worst torture you could put a man like John through—one that needed the approval of his loved ones. It just couldn’t happen, not yet. The wounds of how he treated you, they were too fresh, even after nine months of this routine.

To be truthful, you debated on even calling him when you went into labor. You could do it alone, right? With just the support of the delivery nurses, and most of all your baby girl as the reward? Perhaps you could wait until after, give him the respect to at least meet his daughter. For someone not carrying a child, he looked just as beat; sunken eyes, less tidy facial hair than usual, and somehow even more tobacco on his breath.

John was clawing himself from the inside out, begging for something other than a “yes” or “no” from your lips.

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❝I can’t do this,❞ you repeated it about fifty times, tears streaming down your cheeks from both the pain and the distraught feelings. That plan you had to not call him, it was falling through quite quickly. This level of agony? You needed someone other than a doctor. You needed the father, as much as it pained you to admit.

❝Yes, you can dear, women have babies everyday.❞ Bless the nurse, she was trying her best to keep you calm, but it didn’t work.

What if something went wrong? If somehow you didn’t make it but your baby girl did, she would be alone until he got here… That couldn’t, no—wouldn’t happen. He needed to be there, right beside this bed to hold her in case you couldn’t.

In between your pained grunts, you finally spit out what you’d been trying to tell her, finding a split second of sensibility during all this distress. ❝Call… John. Please, call him!❞

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The doors swung open faster than any of the personnel, his gaze softening when he saw you breathing in a patterned fashion. The nurse beside you gave him a nod, freeing your hand for him to take her place. John wasn’t going to miss this, and frankly, he was irked that he almost did. But he wasn’t irked at you; he was irked at himself for taking this for granted.

His soothing voice talks you through each contraction, a soothing hand dabbing away the sweat and tears streaming down your face.

❝I got you, sweetheart. You’re almost done pushing.❞ Though he looked gruff on the outside, inside he was distraught. You had maintained the cold shoulder throughout the pregnancy, but you still called him here? You were more than he deserved in his eyes.

The last round of pushing, and they were close together now. You had about thirty seconds to say this, before you were screaming again.❝I’m glad you’re here.❞ Despite all the pain you were in, you gave his hand a squeeze, staring at him with a glossy expression.

His eyes nearly watered; the first sentence you had uttered to him in months, and it was clear you meant every bit of it. You needed him and so did your daughter, right here right now. He pressed a kiss to your temple, a soothing massaging your shoulder.

John kept his tone firm on purpose, to emphasize how deeply he cared for you right now. ❝I’ll always be here for you, love. Always.❞ 

Simon

Simon loved deep; hated even deeper.

It was one of the features that drew you to him in the first place, how blunt he could be, how his broodiness contrasted your personality in more ways than one. His cynical behavior could be humorous, could be reassuring, but most of all—bitter. To add stress to the equation, to bring it home? He was an explosive disaster waiting to happen.

❝Simon,❞ you approached from behind, holding the test in your hands, because you knew the first question he would ask when you told him; is if you took one. Well, if he wasn’t actively cursing under his breath, he would’ve.

Instead, he merely flicked his eyes over for a brief moment, as if you were a stranger on the street that said excuse me. ❝Simon.❞ Your tone grew firmer, clutching the stick with more apprehension.

❝Bloody Christ, what?❞ He shifted in his seat, bloodshot and hooded eyes that only twisted the knife further. You couldn’t tell him now, not with the pressure of being on the spot. The right words just wouldn’t come out, prompting you to put the stick behind your back. ❝Goddamn nuisance.❞ He muttered under his breath as if it was only supposed to be an internal thought. 

Though, he didn’t look all that remorseful about it—at least on the outside.

He had never said anything like that before, at least not to your face. It seemed, all the weeks of tension and cold shoulder, it was enough. You were done and out the door the second he’d dozed.

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Simon made a few futile attempts to reach out, but his own stubbornness prevented him from ever being face-to-face. He beat himself up so badly, and from his side of things—he’d only lost one person, not two.

It pained you to ask the delivery nurse to call him. You wanted to shove the crowning newborn right back inside and hold off, to go find him yourself and smack sense into him for putting you through this agony. But you couldn’t. Quite literally couldn’t get up, and didn’t want to. Resulting in pettiness and venom would make you worse than him because you would be using this child as a pawn.

He said nothing, but his eyes said enough. The nurses put a sterile drape over his shoulders, but he paid them no mind. His amber eyes remained on you; a bulging belly and an expression of pure agony. Had he missed something, a crucial chapter of your new life post-breakup? Most of all, why did you call him?

❝Hold my hand.❞ Simon found the side of your bed, allowing you to dig your fingernails into his forearm until there were imprints. He had few words, but the countenance of concern and guilt said it all. If this wasn’t his… you would’ve done this alone, or the father would be here. Then it dawned on him; it was his.

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Hours passed, and he still hadn’t mentioned the obvious. Nine months without his support—financial or moral. You needed rest, as did the baby girl—so you were getting it, first and foremost. The adult matters would be better talked about when you weren’t still freshly recovering.

Simon tapped his foot against the tile, sitting in the chair beside the bed. He was unsure of who to keep an eye on more; the newborn swaddled in her own crib, or you, exhaustedly sleeping in your hospital bed. Though he’d held the girl, it felt forbidden, like he was only a placeholder until your body recovered enough to do it yourself. It was shock preventing him from feeling, not cruelty.

You stirred awake, a sigh of contempt when you laid eyes on him. The labor was a blur your mind had already shut out, and you truly didn’t recall the nurses contacting him. Your eyes were glossy with dark circles underneath them. ❝I’m…❞ It was like the night you tried to tell him but couldn’t, the words wouldn’t come out.

Simon saw that look in your eyes; the fear that he would explode, or storm out and leave you with the child forever—but he wasn’t. All the years of trying to not relieve the same mistakes his own father made, it would be useless if he did that. And he couldn’t, seeing that look of desperation on your face, how you looked as if you were going to burst into tears at the sight of him. That look, it was the same one that gnawed at him during those months apart, how he found you and your belongings gone.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. ❝Shh… Don’t apologize. Ever.❞ He was hovering now, a kiss pressed to your forehead. Whatever you decided when you were healed enough, he would take it like a man, because he had the audacity to speak to you like a man who wronged him.

Soap

Soap was… a complicated man to say the least. Usually, he was sweet, charming, with the right amount of cockiness. His ability to make you laugh drew you into him in the first place. But it was dwindling—at least during the past few weeks. Now, all that remained was smugness and bitter mutters under the breath.

❝Don’t be a child about this, we’ll figure it out,❞ He says, slamming his car door behind you. The first time you two had been out to dinner together in weeks, spoiled because you finally broke the news to him. You teared up in the restaurant because his reaction was anything but accepting, and frankly, he found it embarrassing.

He hadn’t meant it that way—that’s just how it came out.

He truly did want to figure this baby thing out, but it was the worst possible timing; an all-time high of stress at work, bickering with you constantly. And now, a third added to the dynamic with only months to prepare? It was too much. ❝Oh, I’m acting like a child?❞ You walked into the house, taking off the jewelry you had on to look nice for him.

The bickering that ensued—it was nothing nice, nothing you’d care to remember.

❝I don’t want you to go, lass. Don’t do this.❞ You had already made up your mind. Perhaps it was your emotions clouding your judgment, that instinct you felt being a few weeks along… It didn’t matter, you couldn’t be here. Not with him, not right now.

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You were about to pop, literally any day now. You knew that meant you would have to talk to the father, and interact with him for about eighteen years—at least be civil. But the rationality of it, how you would have to co-parent with him, didn’t ease your anxieties. Of course, he was adamant about checking up on you and being more of a parasite than the fetus taking half your energy.

You closed the car door with your hip, a slow waddle up the pavement. Where the hell your keys were, that was another story—something you would deal with once you rolled yourself up to the door.

❝What the hell are you doin’?❞ The voice nearly made you drop all the grocery bags in your grasp, a jumpy shriek coming out. When you whipped around, it was Soap, a look of upset on his very expressive face.

Once you started to recover from the scare of a lifetime, an unintentional one at that, a scowl formed on your face. It was like he had a sense of the absolute worst time to show up and annoy you, especially now that you were swollen and extra agitated. ❝A phone call would’ve worked, Johnny. Or, I don’t know, maybe a ‘hey I’m right behind you, lady’!❞ You attempted to mock his accent out of pure frustration, but he didn’t find the humor in it, at least not right away.

He yanked the bags out of your grip, stomping up the steps of your porch. ❝You shouldn’t be carryin’ these.❞ You really should not be doing that, he was right, but the thought of him being your grocery boy—showing up even more? ❝Keys.❞ He held out his free hand, the other one swimming in bags. It was ridiculous, apparently, you weren’t allowed to twist a key now, either.

You shove past him once he’s turned the key, squeezing past and joining him in the kitchen. Without a word, he starts putting away anything and everything you bought. Some are nutritious, others purely to feed your cravings. ❝Don’t start.❞ You pointed a finger at him when he picked up a family-sized bag of candy, a smart-ass comment daring to escape his lips.

❝God, I can’t believe you, Johnny. Sneaking up on me like that, I could’ve fallen.❞ You put an instinctive hand on your stomach, still irked by his presence.

❝No, you would’ve fallen carrying all those bags yourself. I have a right to be worried, it’s my bloody kid too.❞ He retorts, a hand on his hip. He’s done all he’s obligated to now; carrying and putting away your groceries.

You tighten your lips into a line, fighting the urge to start a full-blown argument. ❝Yeah, you remind me every day, so thanks for tha— Shit.❞ It seemed, raising your voice counted as exerting yourself because there was a sudden cramp in your stomach, a trickle down your pant leg.

Soap’s eyes widened, seeing you go from scolding him to hunched over and holding your stomach. You had forced yourself into labor, now standing on knees about to buckle. ❝I’ve got you, now get going woman, before I put you over my shoulder.❞ He felt he had never moved faster, a tight fist around your forearm to keep you standing as he led you through the door you had just walked in.

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It seemed there was little time between being admitted to actively pushing. This kid wanted out, and right this second. You let out a shriek as the back of your head slammed against the pillow, sweat trickling down your brow as you cursed and wailed. ❝I know it hurts, love, but you got this.❞ He allowed you to clamp down on his hand, to dig your fingertips until they drew blood.

❝Oh, you know do you?!❞ You snapped at him, finding it hard to be nice when you felt like you were being ripped in half.

❝If I wasn’t,❞ you grunted in between words, face scrunched and labored breathing, ❝stuck in this damn bed, I would so… hurt you right now, Johnny.❞ He fought the urge to snicker just a little bit, masking it with his concern for you. Seeing you in agony, even when you were actively snapping at him, it didn’t please him one bit.

Well, you were arguing with him, so he knew you weren’t actively dying.

If you used enough of that anger, it would help you literally push through the pain, just like how it caused the kid to want to come out right this second. For once, his pestering and sarcasm were actually helping.

With one final wave of it, your back arched off the bed and finally, the loud cry of an infant filled the white-walled room. Soap nearly fainted, if he was being honest—he was awfully squeamish for someone who dealt with blood daily. But it was your blood and… fluids, things that made him shiver when he pictured how painful that could’ve been.

The doctors were speedy, cleaning off and checking vitals. All he could do was stare at the newborn—his baby boy. And then he looked at you, choked up and stared in awe at the baby set on your chest. ❝Jesus…❞ he leaned down, placing a gentle hand on yours as it held the child’s head.

All the fighting, all the bickering, even the late-night candy runs—they were well worth it. He had a second chance now, to make things right with you, and to be a decent father.

Gaz

Gaz could be hotheaded, sometimes downright blunt, especially when he’s passionate about something to do with his work. The night you were going to break the news, nothing was going right. He came home in a huff, not bothering to take off his boots before plopping on the sofa. Kyle had a right to be stressed; look at what he does all day. But he didn’t have a right to be cruel to you because of it.

You took a seat beside him and set the positive test down on his thigh. A silence followed by a scowl, and then he finally spoke. ❝You can’t be serious.❞ It nearly gutted you right then and there. His leg began to bounce anxiously the longer he glanced at the life-changing test results. 

❝Kyle, I—❞ you weren’t even sure what you were trying to say either, not that he gave you a chance. ❝I don’t have time for this, babe. I really can’t do this right now.❞ He put his head in his hands, a flustered groan escaping his lips.

❝Are you saying you don’t want this? That we shouldn’t have done this?❞ You were suddenly standing, eyes wide and watering. You felt like you had just been dumped on the street, despite his unclear tone.

He peered up, lips in a blunt line. ❝Maybe we shouldn’t have.❞ You could’ve crawled into a hole and died right then and there, but you merely nodded. Nodded and then left the room, leaving him to his moodiness. No, it wasn’t the best timing, but that didn’t give him the right to brush you off, to treat you like a distasteful afterthought.

It wasn’t just you anymore, it was you and the baby.

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It was one of his few days off—though he wasn’t feeling much relaxation. You were still hot and cold with him, now about halfway through your third trimester; thirty-two weeks to be exact. It was nearing that point, where he had prepared a spare room for the baby, began coordinating plans for labor, etc… 

But he still didn’t feel ready, or like he deserved you after how cruel he was that night. Kyle was only helping you to help you and the baby.

His phone buzzed, right when he had begun relaxing for the evening. 10:32 PM; and it was your number. The second he heard the voice of a nurse on the other line, not yours, his feet were halfway out the front door.

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❝I’m fine, Kyle. I’m fine…❞ It seemed no matter how many times you repeated it, he didn’t seem to believe it. From the minute he entered your hospital room to now, he had at least one hand on you, a thumb grazing the cuts and bruises on your body. You had been in a car accident—mild for you, life-threatening for a preemie. ❝You’re not fine.❞ he said firmly, eyes darting towards your clothes bagged in the corner—bloodied and with windshield pieces still embedded.

Kyle was more worried about you at first, but you were solely concerned about your baby—left alone in the NICU being poked and prodded by personnel. You had to be induced, otherwise he wouldn’t have made it past the front doors. Now, he was too weak to be visited, too small and vulnerable to be held by his own mother yet. It was gut-wrenching; hours without a solid answer, because his chances depended solely on him making it through the night.

Now, there was nothing to do but wait, perhaps see your baby through a glass box if you got lucky.

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❝He’s perfect,❞ Kyle peered down at the preemie in his hands, a baggy blue cap on his head. There were small babies, and he was somehow smaller. What once was the scare of a lifetime, it was now a passing memory to remind Gaz of what he could’ve lost. He would never make the mistake of talking to you like that again, even if the two events didn’t correlate.

What if the night you left, you got into an accident then, and it was much worse? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself, plain and simple. ❝It’s cheesy but, he does have your eyes.❞ You whispered from the nursing chair you were sitting in, still healing and fatigued from the ordeal. The picture in front of you; Kyle looking at your son with such love—it was irreplaceable and forever stuck in your memories.

❝Correct. But he has your scowl, babe.❞ Gaz flicked his eyes upwards, feeling you gently nudge his shin at the sound of the comment.

It didn’t matter the things he said months ago, as long as he cherished this new life with you as much as you planned to.

Alejandro

Alejandro always had passion for the things he cherished; you and his work, nothing else mattered more. Passion led to intense feelings, intense feelings turned into misplaced bitterness. It wasn’t your fault that you were expecting, no more than it was his, at least. He knew that and had he just taken a breath and thought more carefully about his phrasing, this whole mess could’ve been avoided.

❝Do you think I wanted to interrupt you, Alejandro?❞ You hissed, standing in the doorway of his office with the positive test in your hands. He had just looked at you with such distaste as if you were the root cause of his stress and not his work.

What better way to stir the pot, than to match his wrath? Well, it certainly did that, though seeing him rage was the last sight you wanted to see. Alejandro always had trouble with his anger, often finding himself with all these feelings he had no clue how to control.

❝You always do what you want!❞ There it was, him blowing his fuse. He’d thrown his hands in the air, face tightened into a scowl. He couldn’t leave it at that, either, not when his rage came in such intense waves. ❝You’ll do what you always do—bleed me dry!❞

You couldn’t speak, despite how vicious you felt only seconds before. It seemed too truthful for your liking like he had been waiting for an excuse to spill his guts. ❝As long as you have enough to amuse yourself, I’m nothing to you, right?❞ He wasn’t yelling anymore, but his mocking tone was enough to tear at your heartstrings.

Had he seriously played that card with you—the man always insistent on taking care of you, financially, physically, emotionally? Now, of all times? The argument ended with you slamming the front door behind you, something he would’ve done.

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You spent weeks ignoring him, and throughout the pregnancy, it was dry texts or brief calls. His only sign that you were even alive was the notification that you had used his account to purchase necessities. The irony of it made Alejandro nauseous, how awful he made it sound that you were doing what he told you to; to let him take care of you. The fact that you didn’t drain the funds, only bought what you needed, spoke volumes.

❝I’m not upset at you, amor—I wasn’t upset with you.❞

Alejandro reached a hand across the picnic table, a firm but loving grip on your forearm. You looked beat; hair a different length than before, exhausted eyes that were brimming with tears, and most of all a growing stomach. It was all his fault; the reason you didn’t want to face him like this, in fear that he would cut you and the baby off for good. Only, he was there to see your face, not for confrontation or another spat.

It didn’t matter what you said, if you screamed at him right now, or said nothing. Alejandro had made up his mind the night you left. ❝I’ll come to every appointment, parenting class, anything.❞

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Of all the nights for you to be in labor, it had to be during a wicked storm. You had gone over to his house to make civil conversation over dinner, to at least attempt at repairing things. He had slaved over the stove, cooking his favorite for you. For most of the meal, things were… surprisingly tranquil; even romantic.

You were heavily pregnant, were you supposed to refuse a warm meal? Not a chance. You were too full, too swollen to get up out of the dining chair once the meal finished. And looking out the window? There was no way in hell Alejandro was going to let you drive home in this; droplets whipped down, trees and waste bins flew away from the force of it, and the rain was icy. Well, you were exhausted, and he had a bed he was willing to give up. Your back and feet practically sighed in relief when you laid back in his bed, the one you two once shared. It was a nice feeling, being there again and knowing Alejandro was trying his hardest to plead forgiveness.

About an hour into your much needed-slumber, you felt a pool in the sheets. Instinctually, you figured it was the fetus pressing on your bladder—a downright embarrassing thing you’d have to wake up and explain to him. But… it was clear it wasn’t that. You were in labor and stuck here.

The shriek you let out when you got a violent contraction; Alejandro dashed quicker than he ever did when dodging bullets. His fumbling fingers dialed 911, yanking the comforter off the bed to get a better view of your dilation. Fortunately, he was trained on how to deliver a baby when stranded, or in a country without medical support. But this was his baby and your life was in his hands. If he didn’t do this correctly, if something went wrong, he would never forgive himself.

The ambulance wouldn’t be there for an hour—you didn’t have an hour to spare, this baby was coming now. ❝You can do this, amor, we’re doing this together.❞ One hand clenched yours, the other kept an eye on the crowning baby. Just how you hadn’t woken up sooner, neither of you knew. Perhaps you had gotten so used to cramps and pains, that you thought it was just another sleepless night courtesy of the little one.

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The moment your wails went silent as his baby girl finally came, Alejandro felt his heart drop. He had to make the worst decision; focusing on the newborn first. He wrapped her in one of his shirts, wiping the fluid and blood from her small face. As he cradled her, a quick hand fingered for a pulse, a loud sigh escaping his lips when he felt one. You had only passed out from the pain—probably doing you a service, considering he didn’t have the proper medication to numb your pain.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of the wailing child, still with gritted teeth. But your baby was there—and her lungs were very clearly working. Alejandro set her down on your chest, allowing you to hold your daughter for the first time. ❝You did so well, cariño. Look at her.❞ He was merely distracting you with the baby on your chest, to not divert your attention towards the state your body was in as he cleaned you up.

Somehow, he had pulled this off with both his girls safe, soon to be checked out properly at a hospital. When you first broke the news, he thought he knew the meaning of being so suddenly thrust into fatherhood, but that took on a whole new meaning after tonight.

König

There had once been a line he didn’t cross, but he did that night. König never yelled at you. He saved that stern side of him for his work because it was acceptable there. But in the weeks that his work had bled onto you, spoiling the relationship, his values seemed to loosen. Though he was a complicated man, a man uncertain of himself and his appearance, he maintained a hardness about him. Ruthless in the field and immensely protective of anyone that had come to love him. 

You approached him as he worked, placing the test on the desk he was sitting at. ❝König, I need to tell you something.❞

With his head facing the paperwork, he merely shrugged at you. Until he saw what you’d placed there, his eyes going wide. But it wasn’t shock or excitement; it was disdain for the fact that this baby was just another interruption—you were just another interruption. ❝I have no time for this, Schatz, you know that.❞

He didn’t need to raise his voice for his words to sting, his bitter tone was more than enough. But he surely hadn’t meant it like that, right? He’d meant he didn’t have time for this right now… right?

❝Why don’t you go rest, then?❞ He asks, picking up the folder that he was reading previously. It wasn’t a request made out of concern, König was patronizing you. His glare was typically enough to make a soldier scramble, but you just stood there for a few seconds, biting back the urge to choke.

How you left that night, it wasn’t dramatic or emotional, it was dry. König tells you to think clearly about this, to sleep on it. But you couldn’t—and you weren’t going to be a verbal punching bag.

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König only called you weekly for appointment updates, or to let you know he had sent you a check. Other than that, words dripped with tension and the urge to say so much more. But you were too stubborn for your own good, and so was he. You were more concerned with hosting life than playing games with a father who treated you like a wimp.

He’d only seen you once, during the second trimester when he showed up at your apartment. You protested, but he showed up anyway, saying he needed “proof” that you and the fetus were safe. The voice on the phone wasn’t enough, in his eyes.

Of course, when you needed him most, screaming and keeling over in the kitchen, he wasn’t there. It was a neighbor that called an ambulance for you because they knew they had a pregnant tenant next door. In fact, it was such a close call, you nearly didn’t make it to the delivery room before the newborn came out wailing.

The only plus side? While the paramedics were deterring you from pushing, you’d sent a text—probably unintelligible—but a text, nonetheless. He knew your due date, how today was only a few days off, and he was in his car before he could grasp the severity of this new life stage.

—

❝I’m here, schätzchen. I’m not going to hurt you again, or him.❞ He hunched over the bed, eyes in a perpetual state of disbelief as he watched you soothe the whining newborn. Clarity hit him like a truck when he heard your screams during delivery, and then he was all in. Not that he had a choice, this was his doing too.

He had given you the financial support to get proper nutrition for you and the baby, to pay for the appointments, but that wasn’t enough—not in König’s eyes. He needed to snap out of his self-pity and be a support system. Whether you wanted to co-parent or work on repairing the relationship, you were not under any circumstances taking care of this newborn alone, at your apartment.

He placed a hand in your hair, threading his fingers through the strands. ❝We can clear out the spare room, hm? There’s more than enough room for the two of you.❞ He was already picturing it, how he was going to pull an all-nighter and get to work on the room, going to your apartment and moving the baby supplies from yours to his.

König didn’t need to state the obvious, that you weren’t bound to any type of relationship besides the one concerning the child. Whether you wanted to move out once the baby hit a certain age or not, he was going to keep an eye on the two of you.

Two of you, not just the newborn you were rocking. It was either both of you, or neither, and he was intent on it being the first option.

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hi! can you make something uuhhh... kinda spicy..? the side characters reaction to getting catch making out/ kissing mc hard?😳

Hi there, anon!

This is by far the spiciest thing I've ever posted here (ETA: lol), but I would still say it's only slightly spicy. They ended up a little longer than I meant for them to, but you know when inspiration strikes, I tend to go with the flow and not question it. Anyway, I hope the spice level is okay and that they're not too cheesy, but either way I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you for the request!

side characters make out with GN!MC and react to getting caught

Warnings: making out, kissing, touching, etc, but everyone stays clothed lol

Diavolo

You had received a message from Diavolo earlier that evening asking you to come see him at the Demon Lord's Castle. Although he hadn't said what it was he wanted to talk to you about, you were pretty sure it was regarding an upcoming event that you were helping him plan. So you made your way over to the castle quickly.

He had been at his desk in his office, working away, when you arrived. He looked up at you as you entered the room, putting down his pen and actually standing up to greet you.

"Thank you for coming, MC!" he said, taking your hand and leading you to a seat in front of his desk.

You sat down as he passed several papers to you. A glance revealed that you were correct - they were about the event at RAD that you were planning. You had some ideas about it already and the two of you launched into a discussion about logistics and such things.

When your talk finally came to an end, you nodded firmly. "Okay," you said. "I'll have all this ready in the next couple of days."

"That would be wonderful, but don't overwork yourself, MC," Diavolo said.

"Don't worry, I can handle it," you said. You stood up from your seat and smiled at him. "Good night, Diavolo. I'll see you at RAD tomorrow."

You turned and walked toward the door. You were about to open it when you found that somehow Diavolo was already standing in your way. How did he get there so fast? But you didn't have time to wonder too much about that.

He frowned, but it was more like a pout and you could see the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Must you leave so soon?"

You folded your arms and looked at him. "We both have a lot of work to do."

Diavolo couldn't keep the smile off his face. He moved closer to you, settling his hands on your waist. "I know, MC," he said. "But can't we take advantage of these few moments alone? I promise I'll be able to work twice as hard later."

You scoffed at this, but you also felt a smile creeping onto your face. You couldn't exactly refuse those sparkling gold eyes. "I guess I have a few minutes…"

Diavolo pulled you closer, kissing you as your hands rested on his chest. The heat from his soft lips spread throughout your entire body as you felt an electric thrill run through your stomach.

Diavolo began to move forward, causing you to move backward until you ran into his desk. You felt him lift you to sit on his desk and you let out a small sound of surprise, nearly breaking the kiss. Your concern quickly fled as he moved in further, one hand leaning against the desk beside you and one cupping your cheek.

You could feel the flush warming your face and neck as his hand moved from your cheek into your hair. Your own hands gripped the front of his uniform before sliding up to clasp behind his neck.

The hand in your hair slid down your spine slowly before stopping on your lower back. You couldn't help but arch into the touch. This broke the kiss, but Diavolo's lips were now on your neck. You bit your lip as he trailed kisses down your throat.

The door to the office opened with a slight creak.

You froze. Diavolo pulled away, hovering over you, but clearly not willing to completely let you go.

You looked over his shoulder at Lucifer, who stood in the doorway holding a stack of papers in one hand, his other hand still on the doorknob.

Lucifer cleared his throat. "Forgive me for interrupting," he said, his voice full of sarcasm. "I'll just leave these here." He put the papers on a nearby table before exiting immediately, shutting the door sharply with a snap.

You looked back at Diavolo, who was staring at you in surprise. Then he laughed, standing up straight and running a hand through his hair as he did so.

"I'm so sorry, MC," Diavolo said, a light blush across his cheeks. "I'm afraid I got carried away and forgot that Lucifer was coming by. Can you forgive me?"

You sighed. The pool of warmth that had settled in your stomach still lingered, fueled by Diavolo's cheerful response to having been caught like this. "I'll forgive you on one condition."

"Anything for you," he said.

You slipped off the desk, fixing your clothes and hair as you did so. Then you straightened his tie, which had gotten skewed. "Next time, invite me over when you aren't working so we can have the whole evening to ourselves."

"I promise," he said, smiling brightly.

Barbatos

It was a rainy day in the Devildom and for some reason you found yourself craving one of Barbatos's signature cakes. When you asked him about it, he offered to come over to the House of Lamentation to make one for you. That was how you found yourself in the kitchen, watching as he expertly mixed various ingredients to create cake, frosting, and filling. You helped where you could, but really it was best to just watch the master at work.

He had removed his gloves and RAD uniform jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his green shirt. It was really quite enjoyable to watch him as he made the batter or piped the frosting. Barbatos was always smiling and content while he was baking. He was in his element and you couldn't help but stare at him as he moved about the kitchen.

When the cake was finally ready, you waited in anticipation as Barbatos cut you a slice. He placed it on a little plate before using a fork to scoop up a bite. You watched curiously, thinking he was going to sample it himself before allowing you to eat some. Instead, he held the fork out to you.

You blushed instantly, but you held his gaze while you leaned forward and ate the cake off the fork. He waited, watching you.

"It's delicious, of course," you said. "You don't… you're not going to feed it all to me, are you?"

Barbatos smiled, placing the plate on the counter. "Did you think I hadn't noticed the way you were staring, MC? It was quite distracting."

"I couldn't help it," you said. "If you could see yourself, you wouldn't blame me."

Barbatos moved closer to you. He leaned in, not quite touching you. "I came here this afternoon to satisfy your craving," he said quietly in your ear. "But your keen attention has caused a different craving in me, I'm afraid. Won't you indulge me?"

You knew he was waiting for some kind of confirmation from you. He was so close, you couldn't quite focus because your heart was pounding too hard. You opened your mouth, as though you were going to say something, but found that no words came out. So instead you closed the remaining space between you, put your hands on his cheeks, and kissed him.

You felt Barbatos's arms wrap around you, pressing you to him. You kept one hand on his face, but let the other one fall to grip his arm, your fingers coming in contact with his rarely exposed skin. You gently nipped his bottom lip and he opened his mouth for you. Your whole body was warm, a giddy feeling bubbled up in your stomach, and the taste of him was so much sweeter than any dessert.

You felt his hands moving slowly but deliberately up and down your back. The sensation of heat was almost overwhelming you.

You tried to stop yourself, but it was no use. "Barbatos," you moaned his name into his lips and you felt his grip on you tighten.

Your knees were weak and just as you thought you might not be able to stay standing, there was a clatter at the other end of the kitchen.

"Ohhh MC! Barbatos! Why didn't you invite me to this make out party?"

You felt yourself blush intensely as you pulled away and saw Asmodeus walk into the room.

Barbatos smiled at you before letting you go and turning around. "Asmodeus," he said, perfectly composed. "Would you like some cake?"

Asmo pouted. "Are you really going to try to pretend that you guys weren't just making out?"

"Asmodeus," Barbatos said again. He was smiling, but an aura of black and purple had sprung up around him. "Would you like some cake?"

Asmo shuddered. "That cake looks divine, of course I'd love a piece!"

Barbatos began to cut another piece of the cake for Asmo while you picked up your own plate and took another bite. It was as amazing as it always was. Word spread quickly around the House of Lamentation that there was cake to be had. There were no leftovers, especially after Beel showed up. Barbatos was more than happy to make another cake so everyone was satisfied.

Later on, you stood by the front door as Barbatos prepared to return to the castle. He was back in his full uniform, white gloves and all. He paused in the front doorway, taking both of your hands in his.

"Should you wish to enjoy that cake again, I must insist that you come to the Demon Lord's Castle," he said with his usual smile. "Allow me to treat you to a full tea party as well."

You leaned in a little closer and kissed his cheek. "I would love to," you said. "Especially if it's a tea party just for two."

Simeon

You lingered outside the door of the home economics classroom, waiting for Simeon to come out. Many delicious aromas wafted out as the other students filed past you, chatting about the various things they had made during class.

You had just come from seductive speechcraft, where you had received a message from Simeon on your D.D.D. After working out a couple of the typos, you realized he was asking you to meet him here at the home economics classroom so you could have lunch together. He had made something tasty and wanted to share it with you.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Simeon emerged from the classroom with a small box in his hands. He smiled when he saw you.

"I'm sorry if you were waiting long, MC," he said.

"It wasn't that long," you said. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes," Simeon said, still smiling. "I was thinking we could eat outside. It's a nice afternoon."

"Sure," you said.

You and Simeon made your way through the halls, down the front steps, and through the grounds to a mostly secluded spot surrounded by trees. You both sat down at the base of one of the trees. Simeon carefully opened the box he'd been carrying to reveal a couple of his famous BLT devil sandwiches.

"I made a lot of these today," he said. "I gave most of them to Beelzebub during class, but I saved these for us to have for lunch."

You pulled two devil crush super spicy mango juices from your bag. "I brought drinks," you said.

"That's perfect," Simeon said. "Thank you, MC."

It didn't take the two of you long to eat your lunch, laughing and talking the whole time. When you were finished, there was still time left before you needed to go back to class.

You sighed and leaned back against the tree. "This is so nice," you said. "I wish I could just stay here with you forever instead of going back to class."

Simeon laughed and leaned toward you, taking one of your hands. "Forever? Are you sure you would want to stay with me that long, MC?"

The bright smile on his face and the way his blue eyes were shining caused you to lean closer and say, "Yes. Forever."

Simeon blushed and raised your hand to his lips, kissing it softly while looking up at you.

Your heart began to race. You turned your hand in his and cupped his cheek.

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before you simultaneously moved closer together, your lips meeting. Simeon shifted so he was on his knees before you, one hand on your thigh and the other still covering yours which remained on his cheek. You could feel his skin flushing beneath your touch.

You opened your mouth without thinking about it clearly, eager for more of him. He responded instantly, if tentatively. You ran a hand through his hair, letting the soft, smooth strands fall through your fingers.

You pulled away briefly for some air and found yourself looking at the soft brown skin of his throat, peeking above the high collar of his shirt. You kissed it and you couldn't resist continuing down to his exposed collarbone and one of his shoulders.

"M-MC-" Simeon's grip on your thigh tightened as he said your name.

There was a rustling in the tree above you and a loud thud nearby.

Simeon sat back and stood up in one fluid motion, clearly surprised. You looked up to see Belphie rubbing at his eyes. He seemed exasperated.

"Can't a demon take a nap in a tree without being disturbed around here?" he asked, giving you both a sleepy look. "You guys better stop making out and get back to class or you'll get detention for skipping."

Simeon sighed and held out a hand to help you up. You accepted the offered hand, letting him pull you to your feet. You saw that he was blushing only slightly less than you were.

You were ready to get on Belphie's case for sleeping in trees, but he was already on his way back to RAD. You turned to Simeon bashfully. "Thanks for lunch," you said.

Simeon laughed and shook his head. "You're welcome, MC. We should do this again. We'll just have to make sure the tree we choose to sit by doesn't have Belphegor napping in its branches."

You couldn't help but laugh, too. It was embarrassing to get caught, but Simeon still looked like he was happy just to be with you. He held your hand all the way back to RAD.

Solomon

You had been in the library at RAD with Solomon for the last couple of hours, reading through a stack of books. He was researching some minute details of a certain kind of spell involving a magic circle, but it was an old spell and there was limited information about it. So you had to look through many old books to see if you could find even a small mention of it.

You closed the book you were currently looking through as you reached the end and realized that you had no more books in your to-read stack.

The library was quiet at this hour of the day. Across the table from you, Solomon was engrossed in whatever book was in front of him. The look on his face was one of serious concentration.

You didn't want to disturb him, but he seemed to sense that you were watching him. He looked up at you, smiled and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head for a moment.

"Are you done already?" he asked.

"I've gone through all of these," you said.

Solomon nodded. "Come on, there are plenty of other books to look through. I'll help you get more from the shelves."

You got up from the table and followed Solomon. You frowned when he passed by the books you thought he was going to stop at.

You jogged a little to catch up to him. "Um, weren't the books back there?"

"There are more over here," he said. "I think we might be more successful with these."

He stopped in front of the back wall of books and indicated the top half of the shelves. "You can use this step stool to reach them," he said, pulling a little step stool from nearby. "If you want to hand them down to me, we can take back a stack of them."

You stepped up onto the first step and knew immediately that the stool wasn't balanced right. It tipped slightly and you stumbled, throwing out your hands in an attempt to catch yourself.

Fortunately for you, Solomon was there to catch you. However, you then found yourself with your back pressed against the shelf and his arms wrapped around you. You knew he saw the blush that you could feel suddenly spring to your cheeks.

Solomon seemed reluctant to let you go. "Are you all right, MC? I'm sorry I almost caused you to get hurt."

"I'm fine," you said. "It scared me a little, though."

Solomon reached up and brushed back some of your hair, which had fallen forward into your face when you fell. "Let me make it up to you," he said, leaning in closer and pausing, lips inches away from yours.

You took the invitation and kissed him, letting your arms wrap around him, your fingers clinging to the back of his RAD uniform. He responded by pressing into you, keeping a hand behind your back to prevent you from being pushed uncomfortably into the bookshelf. His kiss was hot and heavy, his touch needy.

You felt dizzy, ready to get lost in him and forget about the old books for a while. A twinge of butterflies fluttered through your insides as you felt yourself flushing in response. The heat around you increased, Solomon's body pressed up against yours, one of his hands tracing lightly down your arm.

You gasped as Solomon broke away long enough to move to your neck. You tangled a hand in his hair as he made his way down to your collarbone, biting gently at your skin.

And then someone cleared their throat loudly.

Solomon reluctantly pulled himself away from you, turning to look at whoever had interrupted while straightening his uniform.

Satan stood there, arms folded, looking like he was about to go into demon form on the both of you. "Solomon. MC. What are you doing? This is a library. And I need one of the books you're so blatantly making out on."

You blushed, covering your face with your hands. "Sorry," you mumbled into your palms.

Solomon laughed and took your hands away from your face. "Sorry about that, Satan," he said. "We were just leaving."

Solomon led you back to the table where the books from earlier remained stacked.

"I thought there were more…?" you said.

Solomon shook his head, still smiling. "I think we're done for the day, don't you? We can pick up again another time. Let me walk you home."

You nodded, then stopped when something dawned on you. "Solomon, couldn't you have just used magic to get those books down from the top shelves?"

Solomon laughed again. "I suppose I could have."

You laughed, too. Like he really needed to make up an excuse like that to kiss you. You let him walk you home and made sure he knew as much before you parted ways.

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Hiii. Can you please write angst where Jobe and the reader have a really bad argument so they stop talking to each other for like a week. And they’re both nervous that the other is going to break up with them? Can it end in fluff like where they make up? Thank you.

*.·:·.✦ never ending ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jobe bellingham x female reader

summary: in which a bad argument torments two young love birds

author's note: requested by anon. was way longer than i thought. might get back to posting randomly don’t know yet but I got ideas

word count: 1228

“If you actually cared about me, you would understand how I feel” You spat at Jobe’s face as he rolled his eyes at your words.

“But I can’t control what somebody is about to say before he says it”

You two had been arguing for the last fifteen minutes for what seems to be a stupid reason. For all you remembered, it started with a phone nowhere to be found. Then, somehow you were angry about how he handles his friends.

“He bluntly disrespected me and you just sat there not saying nothing”

“What did you want me to do” He snapped, raising his voice. He never raised his voice, let alone at you.

“Tell him that he was wrong”

“Maybe he wasn’t”

Your mouth slightly open, as his sentence left you speechless. His friend Tony had called you a bitch and there Jobe was, your boyfriend, agreeing with him. This could not be real. It felt like some type of game. Like he had sent her the ultimate punch, knocking her out completely.

You didn’t pronounce a word and just left the house. Luckily, nobody was here to hear you argue and ask any questions. You just grabbed your phone and coat going back to yours.

Your heart tightened with each sobs, your chest aching. It was not the first argument but this one tore your heart apart.

…………..

You checked your phone for the millionth time in an hour. It had been a week since that argument. A week since you have seen Jobe or talked to him. Not a message, not a call, no nothing. There were times when you wanted to. But you were always reminded that you didn’t do anything wrong.

“If you don’t put that phone down” Your best friend snatched it out of your phone putting it on the table, faced down. “I told you already about that”

“But I miss him”

“But he needs to understand” She said with a ‘duh’ face, as you looked away not wanting to face her and the truth. “If you let this one slide, he won’t see the issue”

You could feel your eyes water at the thought of him. Your mind roamed all day wondering how he felt. Your relationship was on a dark path, eating you alive. Eventually, the tears that threatened to fall, ran down your cheeks.

“I just want to speak to him, know how he feels” Each word brought more tears to your eyes. “Maybe he doesn’t even feel anything.”

“Give yourselves time away, you’ll be alright”

“But what if we don’t. Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe we’ve come to the end of us-”

“Don’t. Even. Dare. Saying that.” Your best friend cut you off “That little argument will not break your relationship. Not on my watch”

“Now wipe your tears and let’s get back to this homework, okay?”

You nodded your head, doing as told, taking a deep breath before going back to your work. Your best friend grabbed her phone, tapping her keyboard quickly before concentrating.

Jobe

apologize to my best friend or 

you’ll pay for each tear on her face

On the other hand…

Jobe sat in his friend’s room sitting on the bed.

“JOBE!” The loud voice of his friend made him jump, exiting out of his thoughts. “Are you playing with us?”

He decided to spend the day with some friends, playing video games and getting his mind off. But the message he just received from your best friend had brought him back to your argument. Jobe regretted everything he had said to you. The image of your glossy eyes staring at him after his harsh words had been glued in his mind for the entire week.

“Stop thinking about (Y/N) for once, please,”Tony sighed loudly, his annoyance clearly audible.

A silence followed as they all looked at each other awkwardly.

“Tony, leave him alone for once” Another friend stepped in, trying to change the subject. “He’s not in the mood”

“But he just ruins the vibe every time, looking all depressed”

“Well, sorry I’m scared (Y/N) might break up with me”

Tony rolled his eyes at the mention of your name.

“Bro, what’s your problem with my girl?”

Jobe had grown tired of the slight shades Tony would throw around about you. He did not see the real problem but the time he was apart from you, he spent it with his group, noticing Tony’s behaviour every time you were mentioned.

“Stop acting like she’s not the problem”

“But she’s not” 

“Anyway, just play the game” Tony tried to give him the controller before letting go, realizing he would not take it.

“No, bro, let’s settle the issue now. What has she done to you? Cause if we are in this situation it’s mostly your fault”

“What is she crying about now?”

“You hate her for no reason and disrespect her in front of her face and think she’ll be alright”

“Nah, bro, she’s getting in your head too much” Tony shook his head looking away. “This bitch-”

Tony didn’t even have time to finish his sentence that Jobe had got up, aggressively heading to Tony. With all he had said about you, he was definitely not his friend anymore.

Their friends instantly got up to keep them away from one another. Tony, outraged by Jobe’s behaviour which he found over the top, decided to leave them, insulting Jobe on his way out.

“I should go too”

“You sure ?”

“Yeah, I’ll just go home”

He grabbed his phone and got out of the house, heading to your house.

(Y/N) 🤍

I’m coming in thirty mins

seen

……………

Jobe knocked on your room door, entering once you allowed it.  He smiled at your sight with his hoodie on you, enveloping your body. He assumed you wouldn’t want him to touch you so he went to sit on your bed. You couldn’t wait any longer and just went to get into his arms.

“I missed you”

“I missed you too, I’m sorry for what I’ve said to you” He spoke while giving you multiple forehead kisses.

“It’s oka- no it’s not” He cut you off as you tried to brush it off as if it did not matter. But he could not let what he had done just be forgotten.

“I disrespected you for no reason and dismissed your feelings. I didn’t try to actually see the situation from your point of vi- matter of fact it was just overly wrong and anybody could say it. For some reason, I approached the situation very dumbly and not as your boyfriend should. I’m deeply sorry, babe”

You could only listen, still glued to his body. He had realised that he was wrong

“I’m sorry too for screaming at you”

“Jobe” You spoke lowly while you let him go“Let’s not let that happen again. I don’t want to feel like we’re on the verge of breaking up after every argument"

“I know, I’ll be better, I promise”

“It’s not real until we lock pinkies” You held your pinky up to him.

He smiled at you, locking his pinky with yours before kissing them so you knew it was genuine.

“This does not change how I feel for you” You reassured, already knowing it had been on his mind. “Remember that”

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Worth The Wait: Part One

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey so every one know that Jensen like Batman, so i have this ideas where the reader is Jensen wife and popular actress who is casted to play Cat woman with Robert Pattinson or other one and the reader never tell Jensen because she want to be a surprise or something like that and she bring him to the premiere where was the Batmobile and him was just fanboy? Fluffy between Jensen and reader 

Summary: You've been working on a movie you know Jensen will love to see, so you've managed to keep it from him until the world premiere. Now it's your chance to unveil the surprise.

Square Filled: hereditary for @spnonewordbingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: we're all gonna pretend that the movie Batman v Superman had Catwoman in it. okay? okay.

x

This all started when your great-grandmother got scouted to be in short films in the early 1900s. Actresses weren't a big thing back then but someone took one look at her and knew she was meant to be on the big screen, whatever that meant back then. She was known all throughout the state as a big-time actress even though all the things she was in were silent films. She had a great facial profile that really embodied everything she was thinking and feeling. She started young but that’s what people did back then. They started their professions at a young age.

When your grandmother was born in 1934, your great-grandmother was already moving on to bigger and better things. She starred in the movie It Happened One Night, The Thin Man, and MGM’s musical/romance adaptation of Cat and the Fiddle. Those were just to name a few. Your grandmother saw what she was doing and wanted to follow in her footsteps, doing everything she could do be in television, the big screen, and in theater.

She got her big break when she got cast in Treasure Island and Fantasia with Disney. She got acting gig after acting gig until she had your mother in 1954. She took a few years off to be with her family but got right back into it. Your mother had a knack for theater and did her time on Broadway more than she did in film. She starred in musicals like Applause, Fiddler on the Roof, Annie, Sweeny Todd, and Grease.

She had you in 1989, and you started singing and acting at a very young age. You got into commercials and TV shows from the get-go. Probably because you come from a line of Tony, Oscar, and Emmy winners. You tried not to let your line of succession lead you to getting good parts, but you’ve managed to get a small role in Jurrasic Park as a child, and into much bigger roles in Charlie’s Angels, Mr. & Mrs. Smith, Saw I, Avatar, The Hunger Games, and many more.

You worked your ass off to be where you are today, and you’re actually working on putting your own album out because you’re striving to be the first EGOT winner in your family. You’ve gotten one Tony Award, too-many-to-count Oscars, and two Emmy awards.

To think you were the shy theater kid who only sang in front of people if you were starring in a play at school. After graduation, you got into a good acting school even though you didn’t really need it, but you still welcomed the challenge they put you through, even starring in most of the plays there. Now you’re a thirty-five-year-old woman with awards like no other, a husband who is just incredible, and an amazing career that is nowhere close to being done.

Your husband is also an actor, a big one for Supernatural. He’s been nothing short of amazing and you’re so proud of him and his work. It sucked at the beginning of his career since you two barely saw each other but the longer you did this, the more you settled into your own groove. You got to take the time off to be with each other a lot more.

You get to go to conventions with him and he gets to go to movie premieres with you. There is nothing you’d trade for this little life of yours. Speaking of movie premiers, you just got done filming your movie Batman vs Superman where you played Catwoman, but you refused to tell your husband anything about it. He is a big Batman fan, and if you were to surprise him with a Batman premier, he’d go feral. Jensen respected you enough to not go snooping when he knew you wanted this to be a surprise, and his friends respected you enough to not tell him about it.

Jenson has been bouncing in his seat since he entered the limo, and you’ve been watching with a wide smile on your face. When the limo gets to the red carpet, Jensen gasps at seeing everything Batman.

“Surprise! I’m Catwoman!”

“You got to be in a room with Batman?”

You two leave the Limo and smile at the cameras flashing in your face. Jensen doesn’t care if he looks like a little kid, he is going to be excited over anything Batman (even though you’re a tad more of a Marvel girl than DC). You’re trying to get in on one of their projects so fingers crossed! There is a section before the red carpet where people can take pictures with a real-life prop of the Batmobile.

Jensen loses his shit and rushes over with a giant smile on his face. You don’t care if a million people are watching or if it’s just you two, but you’ll always love the way he gets excited over things. He gets his picture taken with the Batmobile alone and then with you, and you pull him off to the side with a smile on your face.

“Is this a good surprise? Was it worth the wait?”

“So worth the wait. This is amazing.” Jensen leans in to kiss you but stops with a gasp. “Is that Michael Keaton?”

Jensen’s favorite Batman is Michael Keaton.

“Yeah, he showed up on set a few times. He’s a nice guy!”

“I’m nervous. Should I go up to him?”

“Yeah. He won’t bite,” you chuckle.

You escort Jensen over to Michael who is more than happy to talk to your husband. He hasn’t been this happy and excited in a while, and you’re glad to be part of it.

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Pairing: Neteyam (23) x Fem Metkayina Reader x Lo’ak (22)

Masterlist I Ao3

This is a contiuation of the Lesson Learned series but can be read as a stand alone

part 1 I part 2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: intense doms, harsh, p in v, voyeurism, threesome, possessive behavior, strict rules, spanking, etc. 

A/N: Hey Anon, sorry this took so incredibly long but here it is finally! 

As always reblogs, comments and any feedback is beyond appreciated!

“Akeo!” You jump to your feet, bounding down the expanse of wet sand and straight into the rushing waves. The canoe has barely met the shoreline before you are rushing toward the Metkayina male, arms open wide in anticipation of his embrace. Akeo wears a face splitting grin at the sight of your exuberant greeting. 

He has been gone for three months. Out on a hunting trip with a small group of Metkayina males out at the other islands surrounding your home village. It’s a long time to go without seeing your best friend. You’re used to sharing the stories and struggles of each other’s day till the weight of your responsibilities drift away in the wind. You have known him since you were children, building sand maruis near the shoreline. 

Your relationship has been nothing but platonic, despite his handsome features and clear show of his ability to provide for a potential mate. You two have never been able to see one another as more than a found sibling. You spend more time teasing and making fun of the other than ever seeing each other as potential mates. The thought alone makes a disturbed shiver run down your spine. 

His defined arms graciously wrap around your middle, spinning the two of you around in a circle as your feet dangle from the substrate. It feels natural to be in the arms of your friend again, giggles of glee erupting from your chest. 

“Hey pearl.” He grins, finally setting you down. A familiar fondness settles in your heart at the familiar nickname, one that he has always called you since you were little and you had been obsessed with breaking open clams to find those pretty little balls of white. 

“For such a mighty warrior, you sure take a long time to just rangle together a few fish.” The teasing tone is light and ellicites a feigned frown to overtake his features. An expression of mock hurt compliments the hand he clasps to his chest in a fake act of wounded offense. 

“A few fish?! Yeah don’t worry it’s just the majority of supplies the entire clan will need for the winter. But yeah, silly me taking so long to keep your skxawng ass from starving.” He pokes at your sides as the two of you make your way back towards the damp sand. 

Your grin falters when you catch a glimpse of the familiar swinging braids at the corner of your vision. Neteyam stands at one of the canoes, helping the hunting party to wind up the large fishing net. The oldest Sully has always been generous in his efforts to aid returning hunting parties, but this time you wonder if there is an ulterior motive to explain his presence. 

His golden piercing gaze doesn’t look down at his handy work once, instead electing to seer your skin with a possessive fire. 

He’s still mad. Still fuming with the after effects of the argument that occurred between the two of you that morning. You had strayed outside of the reef longer than expected, effectively making you late to the morning walk the two of you had planned. Waiting was never an issue for Neteyam, he tries his best to remain patient on his best days, but going outside of the reef has a tendency to make him nervous. He’s used to being protective, looking out for those around them and monitoring situations to make sure they’re safe. Your relationship only intensifies these feelings, resulting in specific rules that are meant to keep you out of harm’s way. 

Strict rules that oftentimes make you want to pull your hair and stick your tongue out childishly at the handsome male. On your best days you reign in these impulses and work to soothe his concern with tender touches and submissive acts of obedience. 

This morning was not your best day. After a drawn out lecture he threatened to put you over his knee and tan your hide and that is when you lost it. The overprotective attitude has driven you to the limit. You fought and hissed back at him, using choice words that you would never dream of using on a normal day, but they slipped out anyway. 

It’s a mystery how you made it out of there without a red ass and tear streaks down your cheeks, but the arrival of the hunting party is partly to praise for your sneaky escape. 

You’re used to fighting with Lo’ak. His arrogance and possessive attitude commonly gets the two of you into spitting arguments that traditionally end with him fucking every ounce of anger out of you till you are acting like his sweet little slut again. Those feuds leave you sore but otherwise are nothing to stress over. 

Fighting with Neteyam is different. He is the patient brother. The brother that pulls Lo’ak back from completely losing his top. When you manage to get under his skin and draw out an infuriated attitude, you’re in for a world of punishment. Lo’ak is always quick to follow Neteyam blindly into a domineering and angry attitude, trusting that if you have managed to break his brother’s controlled resolve you deserve the punishment that is coming your way. 

Despite the fierce anger that comes off him in cadence with the waves of the sea, you do your best to ignore the male and focus on your friend. 

It’s asking for a world of hurt, but your own anger is enough to cover your logical impulses in a haze of mist. 

You deserve this time. You have every right to be with your best friend and every right to go out without the permission of your possessive mates. 

Akeo has been back for several days. The two of you have been making the most of your time together by filling each other’s days with divings trips and fun meals shared with endless laughter and stories. You are accustomed to spending ample amounts of time with your friend, but that was before you had two mates that watched your every move. 

In all honesty you consider it a miracle from Eywa that neither brother has sought you out for an ass whipping yet. It’s strange behavior. Out of character for the two. Enough to reasonably raise suspicion but you are too content to dwell on the matter. 

Perhaps Neteyam has come around to realizing his mistake. 

Foolishly you let yourself believe that for once he will reel back on the protective behavior and apologize to you. Maybe even convince Lo’ak to let you off the hook this once. 

Akeo is oblivious to this hidden predicament as he spears another small fish and hoists it over the fire carefully. Or at least you think he is. 

“You cried for two days after that tattoo. Wailing like an injured Tulkun about the leftover sting.” You sneer at him, mischief dancing across your features. Akeo is quick to defend himself, taking the teasing as a bite at his masculinity. 

“Your love for exaggeration knows no bounds. It was one single tear during the tattoo.” The orange glow from the flames accentuate the referred to tattoo swirled around his upper bicep.You don’t bother to fight back with a response, just a simple roll of your eyes. 

A grin of victory spreads across his lips, but something catches his eye. He looks past your shoulder and the sincerity in that smile wavers. You're nervous to follow his attention, already afraid that you know the source of his sudden mood shift. Sure enough, Lo’ak watches from a nearby gathering of Na’vi. His golden orbs are seated with unbridled anger. The pure intensity of that focused stare sends a wave of heat along your back that you swear is from him alone and not the flickering flames of the fire. 

Neteyam claps a hand on his brother’s shoulder, noticing the tensing muscles that indicate Lo’ak’s intention to leap up and stomp over there. In normal circumstances, the sight of Neteyam holding his younger brother back is a welcomed sight, one that has saved you from his full wrath more times than you can count. However, now you can see the shifting muscles of the eldest Sully’s clenched jaw and you know this is not your redemption in play. 

It was idiotic to believe your little dispute was over. 

A bratty determination has already been summoned inside of you so instead of backing down and crawling over to beg for forgiveness you return your attention back to Akeo. This is your time with him. Consequences be damned. 

“Pearl…” Akeo hesitates, broad shoulders stiffening visibly. “Is it ok that you and I are hanging out? Seems like your boyfriends aren’t the biggest fans of me.” He lets out a strained chuckle, eyes flicking over to the referred pair. 

Looking back later you eventually recognize your decisions here as a rebellious attempt to retaliate against Neteyam’s protective rules, using your friend to make a point, but in the moment the foolishness of your response evades you. 

“They aren’t the boss of me.” You scoff, flipping your wavy hair over your shoulder in an assertion of confidence. Akeo is unconvinced. He may not know the inner workings of your new relationship with the brothers but he has heard enough talk from the other clan members to know that the two of them are typical dominant Na’vi males. Taking great pride in calling out your submissive nature at every chance possible. 

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You ignore the friendly warning. Frankly the worried look in Akeo’s eyes offends you. Since when did he start doubting your ability to roam freely? That little interaction acts as a refining wall to your resolve. Even as your loincloth dampens from the meer feel of ogling eyes at your back, you decide to stand your ground. 

The rest of the night flies by seamlessly. Akeo shares stories from his trip and asks occasional questions about your mating with the Sully brothers. He recalls watching your interest spike upon the arrival of the Sully family but it is a lot to take in that you are now mated to the two of them. It doesn’t surprise him, but does summon forward his curiosity. Were it not for the current fight that lingers between you and the brothers you would have shared more details and cute snippets with your friend, but the standoff sours your mood towards such topics. 

Akeo understands, prompting him to call it in for the night early. You go to protest, promising strong liquor and a basket of sweet fruit you found the other day to share. The bob of his Adam's apple is enough to tell you that either Neteyam, Lo’ak, or both are still surveillancing the interaction. 

“I’m exhausted, Pearl. Besides, not sure how your new lovers would feel about me getting you drunk.” 

It comes across as a joke but both of you know there is a serious truth there. This infuriates you further. Your gut coils into a wave of untamed emotion, threatening to bubble at the surface. You feel another “bratty episode”, as Lo’ak likes to call it, coming on in full force. It is only the potential humiliation in front of your friend that stops you from stomping your foot like a child. 

Akeo doesn’t walk you home like usual. He calmly explains that your mates will surely want to do that themselves. He waves goodnight and disappears past the cluster of maruis. You on the other hand have no intention of walking home with Neteyam or Lo’ak. When you get in moods like this you often find yourself walking back to your old marui where you can pout and deprive your mates of sleeping with you. 

Of course, this tactic has never worked. Sooner or later one of them comes to drag you home and sort out your little attitude. 

However, you don’t think about this fact as you take a distorted path back to your marui, careful to leave when both of their heads are turned. Fallens seeds and nuts crunch beneath your feet, you walk bordering on the line of stomping. Your arms cross over your chest with visible frustration, indented by the beaded top that covers your perked nipples. 

The night air prickles at your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your head is filled with unreasonable plans of revenge. Ideas of going outside the reef tomorrow without notice just to piss off Neteyam even more. You can already vividly imagine the creased wrinkle that forms between his browline whenever his temper comes to a high. It is your plotting that yields you vulnerable. 

Sharp pain erupts, tingling down your spine and twitching at your ears. It takes a moment to realize that the attack comes from a harsh yank and grip capturing your kuru. You swat at the hands, spinning from side to side until the sensitive braid is released. 

Stumbling backward to regain your footing you finally spot Lo’ak. 

Hands placed firmly along the swirling tattoos on his hips, Lo’ak sneers at you with an unwavering fierceness that tells you all you need to know. 

There is no hesitation in your decision to run. The beads of your loincloth clank back and forth between your inner thighs when you pick up speed into a full sprint. You dodge mangrove trees in the forest left and right. The thundering footsteps behind you do little to conjure a feeling of confidence but it’s too late to turn back now. 

You’ve made a mistake. You should know better than anyone that Lo’ak enjoys the chase. He relishes in the feeling of closing in on you, asserting his dominance and prowess easily. You would be lying if you said there isn’t a part of you that also becomes excited by the rush of being chased. The thickening slick sticking to your loincloth would expose you easily. 

Regardless, this doesn’t stop you from putting all your energy into the desperate flee. Your grumpy demeanor has not been tamed by his presence and you are determined to keep it that way. The whip of the night air against your cheeks causes the blood to rise and dampen your cheeks in a feigned blush. The wide expanse of your tail swishes back and forth with every pounding step. 

Lo’ak doesn’t try to hide his advances. He wants you to know that he is close. Wants you to anticipate the inevitable capture that awaits you. The rumbling growl reverberating through the air is yet another reminder of how much trouble you are in. 

It’s a wonder that you make it this far. Lo’ak’s experience running through the woods far exceeds yours. He grew up dodging underlying roots with bounding little feet and clawing at trees to climb from the moment his chubby hands could handle. Your expertise is in the water, a domain that the brothers have each successfully adapted to beautifully. However, you don’t bother to waste effort on wondering how you have made it this far. 

You round the corner, hopeful to find refuge in the hanging vines of clustered mangroves. Looking back, you can’t spot Lo’ak. For a moment it seems that your last minute plan has worked, but then you bump into a hard surface. 

You collide with Neteyam’s heaving chest, losing your balance slightly and stumbling backwards. Without waiting to process your doom you turn on your heel and lunge in the opposite direction. It’s too late. Neteyam harshly grasps your swatting tail and uses it as a leash to pull you backwards. 

He has you flipped over his right shoulder before you can deliver the first clumsy swing at his chest. His forearms traps your thighs against his upper chest but that does not stop your insistent kicking. Your small balled up fists bounce off the curve of his back. He doesn’t so much as flinch. 

“Let me go!” You wail with a whiny timber. 

Through the splaying curtain of your cascading curls you spot Lo’ak leisurely rounding the tree, expression unsurprised at seeing your compromised position. This has always been the plan. Once again you have fallen into traps and plots that the Sully brothers have made sure you are not privy to. 

“Looks like someone is in one of her moods.” Amusement is barely prevalent in his tone, cloaked by the stern scowl etched in Lo’ak’s lips. 

“Yeah well so am I.” The rumble of Neteyam’s accented voice is toe curling. It forces your heart to skip a beat. You can imagine his sharp canines poking out and glimmering in the light, exposing his grinding teeth clamped together. That is a look that you have rarely come across but one that has undoubtedly been carved into your memory. It carries an undertone of dark warnings. Ones that are meant to saddle you into softer obedience but instead rallies together your last bit of determination through uncaged fear. 

“I want to go home!” Your shriek prompts Lo’ak to step forward and wrestle your swinging hands into the palm of one of his four fingered hands, preventing you from hitting Neteyam’s back any further. 

“Oh don’t worry. You’re going home.” Neteyam grumbles, starting the journey through the mangroves.

“And staying there until this little attitude of yours is sorted out.” Lo’ak finishes for him. 

Despite the warning bells that go off in your head, you proceed to kick and squirm with all your might. The overhanging branches of towering trees create jagged patterns of moonlight across the sandy floor but it doesn’t hinder your recognition of the path. You know exactly how far the three of you are from Neteyam’s marui. When the journey starts coming towards an end your panic kicks up and you start tugging frantically at your caught wrists. 

Naturally these efforts are wasted as you soon find yourself thrown back onto your feet, inside the entrance of the cozy marui. Lo’ak easily catches you by the waist when you attempt to run past them once more. The fabric flaps close behind him, blocking the glow of the moonlight and sealing your fate. 

Pinned against Lo’ak’s chest, your determination to escape cools into a bratty desire to ignore the pair. They may be able to drag you there but that doesn’t mean you have to play along. The silent game is known to have gotten you in more trouble than it is worth but you can’t help but feel drawn to its appeal. It’s the last strand of power you hold over the situation. 

One hand glides sinfully slow down the curve of your side until inching underneath the band of your loincloth. You bite the inside of your bottom lip, preparing yourself to keep the unbothered expression in place. You draw blood when Lo’ak’s hand possessively cups your vulva, tips of his fingers slotted dangerously close to your entrance. 

“I hope you had fun with your little boyfriend because you are going to be paying for it tonight.” The ominous promise that falls from his lips awakens a heat within your core. You live under no delusion that he doesn’t feel the slick gathering there. 

“Now would be a good time to start apologizing, yawne.” Lo’ak quietly suggests, fingers slowly spreading the lips of your cunt apart. The sensation is almost disorienting with the contrast to his stern tone. The tips of your ears twitch nervously but otherwise you maintain the cool composure you’ve built. 

The stubbornness is not appreciated. 

Neteyam’s nails dig into the skin of his hips, a bubbling anger threatening to break loose. The slight movement is enough to have your nerves twisting into a bundle of nervous anticipation. When Lo’ak’s finger swipes over your clit, an embarrassing gasp escapes your downturned lips. You immediately clamp it shut but only your sharp teeth can keep in small whimpers as he starts to flick and rub at the sensitive bud. 

“You might want to listen to Loak, baby girl. Before you make things worse.” It’s the last warning the eldest brother is willing to give. You recognize the inflection of tone and hardened gaze that accompanies these points of no return. If there is a time to dig your way out of the hole it is now.

You stare back at him, teeth sunk into your inner lip to stop the sinful noises from releasing again. Pleasure blossoms in your core as Lo’ak continues to mercilessly tease and glide his fingers along your clit and opening. You know better than to take it as an act of kindness, instead only a game to get your resolve to crumble. 

Heavy silence permeates the small marui. You can feel the flex of Lo’ak’s fingers and tension that spread along his chest. He is wound tight and Neteyam is right there with him, eyes ablaze with lust and fury. 

“I’m sick of this shit.” Lo’ak hoarse voice rumbles before a sharp slap lands directly atop your clit. You hardly have time to jolt backwards in response before his hand is out of your loincloth and he is pressing you over the table. Your neck strains to look back at the shuffling brothers. There is no chance to escape as their bodies cage your bent form and Neteyam pins your wrists to the curve of your lower back with one hand. 

You know what is coming, the position is unfortunately a familiar one, but your teeth still draw blood from your bottom lip when the first spank lands across your ass. Your left cheek burns with heat but you are barely able to process it before the Neteyam lands a matching hit to your right cheek. The brothers take turns, each focusing on a cheek and sit-spot in a random progression that has tears burning at the back of your eyes. 

The azure skin is quick to redden with each cracking spank. 

It becomes more difficult to harbor this aloof composure. Small whines and please tickle in your throat, on the brink of escaping. Your body naturally begins to betray you with squirming hips and flexing fingers that tell the Sully boys are close to breaking. 

Neteyam lands three quicks spanks to your flesh, finally drawing a cry of pain past your parted lips. 

It is all downhill from there. The incessant spanking continues without mercy as your delicate skin becomes hot to the touch. This punishment is a long time coming, you know that. Your reasoning behind the resistance slowly starts to slip away. The aching need becoming ever more present in your core only serves to make it more difficult. 

Lo’ak harshly grips your red cheek, nails digging into the plump flesh.

“Ow! Lo’ak!” You squeal. 

One of Lo’ak’s dark eyebrows raise, the hint of a smirk forming on his lips. You can barely make out his smug expression from your contorted position. 

“Brought this on yourself, yawne.” Neteyam reminds you. His hand comes down on the other cheek. Your whimpers now come freely, intermittent with protests as they continue to tan your hide to an unnatural red color. “Disobedient little brat, determined to piss us off.” 

“Maybe I wouldn’t be disobedient if your shitty rules weren’t so obsessive and controlling.”

Ironically the lack of pain is what sets the alarms off in your head. The consuming silence that takes the moment in its wake is what makes you realize what an astronomical mistake you have made. Tension bleeds into every second. The longer they both go without saying a word the more you wish they would simply yell or spank the daylights out of you. 

“Neteyam I’m sorry. I’m sorry-”

A hand comes down hard on your right sit spot. The force is enough to cut off your sentence prematurely. 

“I’m sorry sir! I’m sorry. I’ll be good.” 

You squeal when your wavy hair is caught into a vice-like grip and used to hoist you backwards and flush against Neteyam’s chest. Incidentally you catch Lo’ak’s eyes. He is shaking his head in a way that tells you you’re really in for it now. 

“Those shitty rules as you call them babygirl are there to protect. To take care of you, but they don’t do jack shit when you refuse to follow them.” The dark growl emintates in heated breath against the shell of your ear.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper.

“You had your chance to apologize, brat. You can thank Lo’ak for the three days you had to come to your senses.” You eyes snap to Lo’ak in surprise. It’s not what you were expecting. Normal scenarios had the roles reversed. “Me personally I was ready on day one to bend you over and teach you a lesson in front of your special friend.” 

He accentuates the words in a way that has your stomach twisting. How could you have ever believed the brothers to let you off the hook so easily? To let you galavant with another male after just having a blow out fight you had barely escaped from. 

“Maybe we should. Seems like our little slut needs a more…memorable punishment to make sure the message sticks.” Lo’ak chimes in. He prances forwards until his body is caging yours in from the side. Their towering frames create a looming shadow over you, encapsulating you in an invisible trap. Panic ripples through your veins. 

Unauthorized images of being bent over in front of your best friend to be railed flashes to the forefront of your mind. You can’t deny that part of you becomes aroused by the idea, but you file that concerning revelation away for later analysis. The logical part of your brain that still operates knows that the humiliation would be too much to handle. Akeo would clearly see what a submissive little slut you have become. 

“No! Please sir! I’m sorry Neteyam. It won’t happen again.” You plead.

A sharp slap is distributed abruptly to your thigh. You gape for words, trying to understand what you’ve done wrong but one pointed look gesturing towards the younger Sully brother, keys you in. 

“I’m sorry Lo’ak. I’ll be good now.” Your eyes glisten with unshed tears, and your bottom lip trembles. Your arousal, however, has only continued to increase, now coating your loincloth. 

His harsh exterior melts for a moment but only into a feigned sympathetic pout as he captures your chin between his fingers. 

“Aw would you look at that. Now our little yawne wants to be good, huh? Is that it baby?” He coos, periodically shooting Neteyam a mischievous look. 

Suspicion is quickly building but so is the lure towards submission. You become painfully aware of the emptiness in your pussy and you are quickly becoming okay with any measure that ends with a cock buried deep inside of you. Perhaps from both ends, as you know the brothers so eagerly enjoy. 

“Yes sir.” You respond in a timid voice. Neteyam hums in satisfaction and the vibrations of his chest against your back send a shiver traveling up your spine. Somehow in the midst of your surrender you missed the expert fingers that traveled to the knot around your top. You let out a small gasp when the intricate top falls heavily to the floor and reveals your chest. 

The nipples harden in the cool air of night and you brace yourself to feel the teasing torment of hungry hands pinching at them. To your surprise, it never comes. 

“Going to make it up to us, babygirl? Be our good little slut tonight like you know you want to be?” Neteyam’s hands run a soft trail down your heaving chest and stomach until tickling at your hips, achingly close to the space between your legs. 

You’re eager to agree, anxious to get back on their good side and consequently one step closer to finding your release. The few beads that Lo’ak had woven into a small braid in your hair last week swings as you nod your head frantically. 

Woven fingers through your hair gently pull your head backwards till your neck is craning to look up at him. You can feel the slight tickle of Lo’ak’s hand now undoing your loincloth.

“Well look who has finally decided to behave.” Neteyam mockingly coos before giving you a soft eskimo kiss. The contrast of tender care and awaiting torment bundles your nerves together until there is a knot in your stomach. Now bare and trapped between them, you brace yourself for whatever plans the brothers have in store for you. 

Lo’ak trails the tips of his nose teasingly up the expanse of your exposed neck. He nips at the soft skin, a foreshadow of marks he is sure to be leaving there throughout the night. You wonder if you will manage to face Akeo tomorrow without the branding marks of the Sully brothers staining your skin for all to see. Knowing Lo’ak, it’s unlikely. 

“I know how you can start, mama.” Lo’ak purrs, large five fingered hands grasping your hips tightly. 

“A-anything.” 

It takes all your willpower to hold in a startled moan when the pads of his fingers part your soft folds, the tip just barely resting against your clit. 

“Get this pretty pussy warmed up for us.” His pointer fingers brushes over your clit with a feather-like softness, making your body keen towards him. However, the touch is gone and suddenly both brothers release and step away from you. You’re bewildered and lost for a moment before Neteyam smirks and motions for you to lay out on the mat. 

With shaking legs, you obey, laying on your back. You expect to feel the presence of one of the males slinking over you or see the expanse of star freckled skin slithering against yours but once again your expectations are off the mark. 

“Well don’t be shy, mama. Give us a good little show.” Lo’ak urges. You strain your neck to see his cocky expression and firm stance with his hands on his hips. Both brothers settle to lounge about the marui. Lo’ak casually lays out on the hammock while Neteyam finds a space on the ground near your feet. The attention alone is unnerving and enough to have your cheeks warming up.

Your first instinct is to hide. Curl up into a ball to protect you from those prying eyes that light a fire in your lower stomach. Regardless, all it takes is one raised eyebrow from Lo’ak for you to banish that idea. This is unexplored territory between you three. Before you had met and mated with the brothers there were many lonely nights that you had explored your body and the pleasure it could produce like any other curious Na’vi.

This habit quickly fizzled out when you had two grown men who knew how to pleasure you in ways you could only imagine. Deeming that sufficient, Neteyam and Lo’ak had then decided that you were under no authority to touch your pussy without their permission, a rule you’ve been punished for breaking once before and do not plan on repeating. 

Now with your small hands trails down the slopes of your own chest and stomach, the experience feels like a distant memory. It’s difficult to recall what things you did in the past to bring yourself closer to the edge. Your hands are smaller and feel less experienced than either of theirs and a part of you can’t help but feel disappointed by your own touch. 

However, once the pads of your fingers dips past your thighs that then spread wide, you catch a better view of twin sets of golden eyes. Eyes that bore into every detail of your movements. Every minor shift in your expression and hitched breathing. That unrestrained attention has your tail swerving against the mat and a renewed pool of pleasure gathering in your core. It reminds you that this experience is not for you but for them. 

For your mates that demand every part of your body and soul. Your mates that are currently putting you back in your place. Between them, where you belong. 

Arousal helps to kick up some courage within you as you part your own folds. 

“Wider.” Neteyam commands, pushing your feet further apart with his outstretched leg. The drifting of air along your heated flesh and phantom weight of their stares makes you feel even more vulnerable and exposed. Still, you gently tease one finger between your slick petals, savoring every tingle of sensation it brings. 

At first you try to imagine that you are alone, back in a time where it was normal to touch yourself. Tapping into those memories of teasing with yourself until it only takes a few minutes to reach the climax. However, their presence is impossible to ignore, especially when intermittent commands slink through the air. Clear directions lead you to tickle along your inner thighs, tease one finger around the entrance, pinch your swollen clit till your hips are bucking. 

It’s fascinating to witness that in the midst of this humiliation, your arousal only leaks further like a river between your legs. You enjoy this. There is no denying it, no matter what walls of denial you build in your head. Like a true little slut the brothers love to call you, you live up to this role. There is a part of you that cries in ecstasy at being dominated. A part that turns into a puddle at the idea of pleasing them without restraint or complaint. 

Within the low glow of freckled bodies and bioluminescent plants in the marui, you are able to clearly make out Lo’ak’s silhouette. He lounges on the hammock completely relaxed, that is except for one part. One thick and hard body part that he is languidly stroking while maintaining eye contact with you. Naturally your attention is drawn to the way his thumb swipes over the head, collecting the glowing drop of precum there. 

A pool of saliva gathers along your tongue. It’s almost tangible the way you can imagine the weight of his cock along your tongue. Vivid memories conjure up the ache that is always left after Lo’ak has you choking on his cock before shooting his load down your throat. It’s primal and degrading yet somehow leaves you desperate for more. Especially when it leaves your voice with a raw edge that others question the origins of. 

His grip tightens when he sees the dumbfound gaze that follows it. You don’t need to trail your eyes upwards to know there is a cocky grin plastered along his lips. Cheeky boy always does love the way you oggle and beg and for him. The strokes are long and smooth, running over every visible vein of his member. A moan almost escapes your lips when you see it occasionally twitch. 

Neteyam brings you back to your task with a harsh slap to your inner thigh. 

“Did we tell you to stop, baby girl?” The rhetorical question holds a pointed edge to it, but also a hint of amusement. 

“Sorry sir.” You whimper before frantically rubbing at your clit. The action only brings jagged jolts of occasional pleasure but you hope it is enough to be satisfying entertainment for them. 

“So easily distracted, yawne.” Neteyam mocks, but he doesn’t make you stop staring at the younger brother. Your eyes flicker to his frame from time to time to see if this will be a double showing for you, but his cock is still tucked away in his loincloth, straining against the fabric. 

There is a shift in Lo’ak’s body language. His head lulls against the rim of the hammock and hips push back against his own hand. They are clear indications that the forest male is getting closer to his release. His eyes dance hungrily along your bare frame, drinking in the sight of those slick covered petals and entrance on display for him. Still, he teases himself in effort to stay back from the edge. You pray that he is saving that load for you. Saving it to be shot deep inside of you or down your tight throat. 

Neteyam on the other hand seems to be happy enough to revel in the sight of your trembling body. Occasionally he kicks your feet apart again when your fingers brush over just the right spot causing your thighs to close around them. At some point it takes a hand on each of your bent knees to keep them in place and provide an unobstructed view for him and Lo’ak. 

He ignores the grunt of disapproval when his head blocks the view slightly as he lays a trail of kisses along your inner thigh. Some of his beaded braids brush against your other thigh and those combined sensations are almost too much to handle. Lo’ak rolls his eyes when Neteyam comes to rest his face in front of your dripping core. Shyly your hands back away when his nose nudges at them. The heat radiates off of you in waves. 

He purses his lips and blows a cold stream of air directly on your exposed nub. 

“Neteyam!” You cry out into a shriek but the two are already talking.

“She’s definitely warmed up.” He muses, without turning to face Lo’ak. 

“Any more and she’ll come undone.” Lo’ak agrees, finally finding an angle that allows him to see your aching pussy clearly again. 

“Please! Please please p-please! Need more! Please fuck me! Need it now.” Your babbling is insistent. 

Neteyam hums thoughtfully in response while his warm palms grope and massage up and down your inner thighs. They knead at the tense muscle coiled tightly until it begins to release beneath his touch. Your skin is almost set aflame at the increased friction. His casual nonchalance while gripping the flesh is borderline infuriating. 

“It’s not about you tonight, baby girl. You’ve got a lot of apologizing to do, remember?” The dull edges of his nails then sink into your soft flesh, leaving crescent marks behind. The slight pain coalesces beautifully with your building desire, even as your pussy is left untouched once more. 

“And your pretty little pussy is going to help do a lot of that work, isn’t that right baby?” Neteyam purrs, eyes peering upwards darkly to connect with yours. 

“Yes sir. P-promise-”

He shushes the rest of your babbling away. It’s Lo’ak’s voice though that refocuses your attention.

“Come here, mama.” The hammock sways gently, one of his legs hanging over the side as his hard cock stands at attention. 

Neteyam flips one of your legs up to then quickly swat at your already red bum. It stirs you into motion. Shaking limbs come together to find an upright position again but it is only with the eldest Sully’s help that you manage to stumble over to Lo’ak. 

“Good girl.” The younger brother hums with a smirk. His large hands clasp around your waist and begin to help you straddle him. 

All preamble is lost as you are slowly lowered onto his cock, taking in every inch greedily. Your walls strain around the thick shaft, struggling to fit him until he is filling you to the hilt. It’s amazing what a difference three days without being stretched can do. The velvety walls are like a tight vice around him and it has a primal hiss leaving his lips. 

“Fuck yawne, can barely fit.” Lo’ak grits out between clenched teeth. 

Your lust driven brain takes the chance to admire the sharp contours of his toned abs and chest. Each glowing star freckle along his body leads to another, creating an alluring path that you enjoy following. Inevitably it traces back to the Metkayina tattoo you so adore along his hips, the exact area where your plush thighs are clenched around him. Your cheeks light up when you notice the way the black ink is quickly becoming covered with your shining slick, dribbling down the base of his cock and along his pelvis. 

Bracing your hands atop his pecs, you begin to experimentally roll your hips in figure eight motions. The effect has your puffed up clit dragging along the tattoo swirl of his lower abs. Lo’ak moans when you clench around him, already knowing it’s a sign of your impending orgasm. 

“Don’t be selfish, baby.” Neteyam warns from behind you. 

Lifting yourself up and down the thick length proves to be a challenge with the extra motion of the hammock. Every rock of your hips has it swinging from side to side and your knees shuffle constantly to find better grounding. The attempts only result in sinking up and down his cock a few inches before frustrated whimpers leave your throat. Lo’ak watches in amusement, seemingly enjoying the desperation that visibly builds within you. 

Neteyam pulls your thick curls together into a makeshift ponytail held by one of his hands. He tugs it every time you stop moving your hips, no matter how pointless your efforts are anyway. 

Lo’ak is motionless beneath you, providing no aid for your cause. His four-fingered hands tickle up your side before groping at the squishy flesh of your breasts. Complaints are heavy on the tip of your tongue as he alternates between squeezing there and flicking at the hardened tips. 

Tears begin to run down your cheeks when the feeling of climax starts to feel further and further away. The sheer stretch of your pussy and weight of his mushroom tip against your g spot is enough to keep you aroused but not to bring an orgasm forward. It leaves you in a torturous state of limbo. So close to getting what you want but still constantly out of reach. 

“Lo’ak..s-sir. Need you to m-move. I need help.” 

“I don’t know, yawne. I’m pretty content right here.” The corners of his lips twist up into a devilish grin, one that mocks your burning desire. 

“What did I say, little slut?” Neteyam sternly demands a response.

“It’s not about me. Sorry sir.”

“That’s right, baby. Tonight you’re going to let us use you. Teach this pretty little pussy how to be patient instead of only thinking about its own needs.” His sharp teeth nip at the curve of your spine. “And then maybe, just maybe, if you’re a good girl, we will let you cum.” 

His hips roll upwards suddenly, the head of his cock prodding at that sensitive bundle of nerves. A mix of a gasp and shriek comes from your throat, but it's the only extra help you receive. You fight the urge to roll your eyes, confident that he only did it to prove a point. You’re on their turf. You have no leverage to progress things to your desires. Instead you are forced to be obedient and hope that they have mercy on you. 

They draw out the torment for as long as possible. Etched teeth marks litter your back and sides from Neteyam’s teeth while your nipples are left raw and aching from Lo’ak’s teasing. Thankfully, Lo’ak can only hold off the temptation to fuck up into you for so long before his control snaps. When it does, there is no holding back. The curve of your red ass snaps against his pelvis in rapid motion to create lewd noises of slapping skin. His cock bullies its way in and out of you until it is the only thing that lights up your nerves. Even the suckling of skin and hair pulling from Neteyam becomes background.

“Look at you already fucked out, mama. Love how you look like this, taking my cock like you’re meant to.” Lo’ak growls out, fingers sure to leave marks from the grip on your hips. Were it not for Neteyam standing next to the hammock you are sure that it would be flying back and forth wildly. 

The walls of your tight pussy contract around him in anticipation of an orgasm. From the sloppy movements of Lo’ak’s thrusts you can tell that the younger Sully is close too. 

“So fucking tight. Gonna take all of my seed aren’t you?” Lo’ak’s eyebrows pull together till they are scrunched. You nod eagerly but Neteyam pulls your head back by the curls in his fist.

“You know the rules.” Neteyam growls, hot breath filtering into your shifting ears. 

“Then can I please-”

“No.” 

A sob finally crawls its way up your throat. Lo’ak doesn’t slow down and now you’re wishing he would stop all together. Anything to stop the euphoric sensations that are pushing you dangerously close to the edge. 

“Better hold it, mama.” Lo’ak reminds you and you can’t tell if he means his cum inside your pussy or the orgasm that is moments away from ripping through you.

Every muscle tenses in your inner thighs when you feel the ropes of seed cover your inner walls. Your legs clamp so hard around his waist that you wonder if they will leave behind purple bruises on his swirling skin. 

While Lo’ak is panting and catching his breath, lost in the post orgasmic afterglow, you are desperately trying to stop yourself from rocking back into him. Your body is determined to search for that stolen spike of ecstasy it was promised, but Neteyam lets go of your hair to hold you in place instead. 

Your pleading sobs fill the marui and Lo’ak runs his knuckles down your tear-stained cheeks.

“Poor yawne.” He coos. His hand circles around the back of your neck and pulls you to lean over him. “Somebody needs a kiss.” He mockingly muses before bringing your lips together.

It’s hard to concentrate on the tongue invading your mouth when every slight movement reminds you of the cock splitting you open and yet still depriving you of true pleasure. It doesn’t seem to matter though as Lo’ak take over the kiss, using his grip on your neck to teasingly control the tilt of your head to and fro. It’s an unnecessary assertion of power but one that you know Lo’ak enjoys regardless. 

“Up you go.” Neteyam urges you after the kiss is broken. He has to just about carry you off of Lo’ak and onto the ground as you can’t feel any strength left in your limbs. 

Lo’ak remains sprawled out upon the hammock with a shit eating grin in place. He enjoys the view as Neteyam manhandles you to your knees with the soft of your cheek pressed against the woven floor. Calloused hands spread your blushing cheeks apart to reveal your sopping entrance leaking the remains of Lo’ak. 

“Tonight could have gone a lot differently, baby girl.” His thumb brushes over your entrance. “Was looking forward to make up sex, maybe even breaking your record of orgasms in one night.” The bulbous head lines up with your pussy and you have to stop yourself from rocking back into it. 

“But instead you thought being a stubborn brat would be more fun.” He sheathes himself in one fluid thrust. Your lips part in a silent scream. It’s a miracle that you don’t lose the reins on your pleasure in that one move alone. 

“Something to work on, hm?” 

Apologies freely flow from your lips, mixed with moaned begging as he rails you from behind. Unlike Lo’ak, his pace is slow, hips drawing out into long thrusts that fill you completely until withdrawing to the tip. Despite your best efforts, your body takes over and tries to buck back against him. Neteyam clutches your thick tail in his grasp and uses it as a leash. 

It works wonders, allowing him to control the pace and depth. Your ears twitch to capture every moan and grunt that comes from him. Part of you wishes you never tried because the sounds only spur that coil in your core tighter to the point of almost snapping. Just the mental image of those hungry eyes curtained by swinging braids tempts you to let loose and allow the euphoric waves to wash over you. 

Unfortunately Neteyam can sense this. Months of learning every detail of your body has paid off for him in more ways than he can count. 

“Don’t even think about it, slut.” He growls out.

“I can’t help it, sir! Can’t hold back…Nete-”

He slips out of you, leaving behind your clenching pussy that seeks the relief of being filled again. Within seconds he has your thighs pressing closely together and the head of his cock slipping between them. Muscular arms keep them clenched together as he starts rutting his cock between your thighs. This new position has you whimpering for new reasons. It only allows occasional brushes against your clit but nothing good enough to get off.

“If you can’t handle it then this is what we’ll have to do, won’t we?” 

Your only comfort is Lo’ak’s hand that hangs down to pet your sweat soaked curls. You cry against those fingers as Neteyam continues to fuck himself between your thighs until he is arriving closer to release. 

Time is a foreign concept to you as a tortuous pattern continues. He uses the tight enveloping of your pressed thighs to pleasure himself until you are begging and pleading for him back inside with promises of not cumming without permission. Finally he resumes his place deep inside your pussy until either himself or Lo’ak, alerting him from above, notices you are close to losing control. Then the pattern continues, back to being empty and used. 

“What are you not going to do, baby girl?” He grunts out, mushroom tip gliding across your folds. 

“Come home late!” 

“And?”

You blank at the thought. Too focused on keeping your orgasm at bay it’s hard to remember what else you are being punished for. Silence drags on as Neteyam continues and the silent tension starts to weigh the air heavy in your lungs. 

“He may be a stickler, mama, but I would do what he says.” Lo’ak draws out in a sing-song voice, a nonchalant warning that is not meant to be taken lightly. You shoot him pleading eyes from the ground but he only shakes his head at you. 

“Come on, Pearl.” He mocks the nickname through gritted teeth. 

By the grace of Eywa you are finally able to choke out the expected response.

“Hang out with other males while avoiding you.” 

Your walls stretch around him once more for who knows how many times in a row now. 

“That’s my girl.” 

Luckily, you don’t have to hold yourself back for long as he fills your pussy within a matter of a few thrust. He seats himself to the hilt, making sure not a drop is wasted. Your sex is swollen and aching when he finally pulls out, cum leaking over the sensitive folds. 

“Please sir.” You softly beg, turning back to send the eldest brother big doe eyes. Neteyam only gives you a disapproving tut before helping you back onto your feet. 

“The night’s just begun, mama. And we are far from finished.” Lo’ak calls, making your head snap towards him. 

Neteyam helps to settle you between the two of them on the hammock. It’s a tight fit but one that the three of you are familiar with. However, tonight, every brush of smooth skin against you feels like a mockery of what you want. With Lo’ak pressed behind you, his renewed hard on is clearly evident. 

“Be a good girl and keep me warm, mama.” He purrs into your ear before the head of his cock slips past your entrance. At first you are hopeful that this means another round of fucking where you may finally prove yourself and recieve your reward but those hopes die quickly when you are positioned to take him fully and keep pressed there.

“Lo’ak please. Want you so bad.” You mean for the words to come out sensual and tempting but instead it is more of a slur as you bat your tired eyes at him. 

“Don’t worry yawne, we’ve got all night for that.” He chuckles before nuzzling into the back of your neck. Neteyam’s own laugh joins his brother’s before he pecks your forehead and settles into his own slumber. It takes several slaps to the thigh and whispered warnings before you finally calm down and slip into a deep sleep, a long night still awaiting you. 

The next day, bone tired and barely able to walk, Neteyam and Lo’ak do the honors of walking you to the cove where you had promised to meet Akeo. You offered to stay behind and blow Akeo off but the brothers do a one eighty on you and insist that you spend time with your friend. You are confused by this change of heart, that is until you get a glimpse of yourself and realize that not only are you unable to walk properly but you’re also covered in possessive marks and bites. 

Arms slipped around your waist and shoulders for support, they slowly walk you to where Akeo waits. The conversation and pass off is pleasant but you are sure that even your friend can see the cocky mischief that dances in their twin pair of golden eyes. 

“Be good, sweetheart.” Neteyam whispers before kissing your temple. Lo’ak follows suit and the two leave you leaning against a tree trunk. 

You try to appear nonchalant while gripping the harsh bark to keep yourself upright. Akeo crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. 

“Not the boss of you, huh?” The Metkayina male chuckles mockingly. You go to swat at him but the attempt is borderline useless as it only shifts your balance against the tree. 

“Shut up, you skxawng!” The venom in your voice does nothing to drown out the bounding laughter that comes from your friend. It’s hard to appear intimidating with trembling limbs and a stretched pussy that still remembers the events of the night before. 

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ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US (lars pinfield fan!!!!) if you’re still taking requests, could you possibly do one where lucky teases lars on his obvious crush on the reader/character? and reader/character picks up on his nervousness and awkwardness?? sorry if it’s a bit vague. remember to take care of urself and thank you in advance <3 :)

Stifled

Lars Pinfield x Fem! Reader Rating: Slight NSFW - Suggestive Themes Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2464

A/N: thanks so much for your request anon! i really hope this is what you were looking for. ive noticed im struggling to write him completely in character, but i did my best! i hope you enjoy <3

“Oh, please. You totally do! There’s no point in denying it anymore!” You heard Lucky exclaim from the other room before she was hastily hushed.

“Would you keep your voice down!?” Lars seethed as he attempted to hush Lucky. 

You were quite literally just one step away from the door, but clearly you were about to walk in on a conversation you weren’t supposed to be hearing.

At first the plan was to come back later, but the next thing you heard immediately motivated you to stay. While you normally weren’t the type to eavesdrop, maybe just today you’d listen for just a few seconds longer.

“Well, it’s not like it matters anyway! You always get so nervous and uptight around her. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought you hated her,” Lucky commented.

Who are they talking about? 

Shooting her a glare, he refused to answer and only turned back toward his desk.

“Don’t you have work to be doing?” He irritatedly asked, his tone making it clear that he wanted her to leave.

Lucky hopped onto one of the tables, “why? You want me to go so that you’ll both get some precious alone time once she gets back?” Lucky teased him, a smug grin plastering across her face.

Lars has a crush. The realization struck you right in the gut, one of your hands clutching the side of your uniform. 

You couldn’t help the fact that you liked him. There was something about his high intelligence, his attentiveness to detail, and occasional sass that drew you to him, despite him always acting standoffish whenever you were around. 

The possibility of him catching feelings for someone else broke your heart. You couldn’t stand the thought of him being with someone who wasn’t you.

“Alright, fine, I’ll go. But I can already smell the look on your face once she gets back!” Lucky giggled on her way out the door.

You immediately began to panic. You could hear her footsteps rapidly growing closer, and there was nowhere to hide in the sector of the lab you were in. So you took the only choice you had and tried to walk through the door as casually as you could muster.

Taking a quick deep breath in and walking in through the door, you were immediately met with Lucky’s face just inches away from yours.

An awkward split second passed where you both just stared at each other before she finally said, “(First Name)! Funny seeing you here!” She raised her voice, making sure Lars could hear her.

“I work here,” you chuckled, “I just got back from my lunch break.” You held up a paper bag containing your leftovers.

She animatedly nodded, “I see, I see. Well, I’ll catch you later, (First Name)!” She slipped past you, “have fun, Lars!”

She gave Lars a knowing look as she walked off, shooting you a quick wink as well.

Lucky was always energetic and cheerful, but she carried a much more playful attitude than usual. Your interest piqued, especially given the previous conversation they had. 

You placed your lunch bag down onto your desk as you turned your head to look at Lars. The moment you looked over, you saw his head shift back down to his desk, as though he was already looking at you. Part of you immediately pondered what that look could have possibly meant, but you tried not to overthink it. He probably wanted to see who was approaching, as if Lucky somehow hadn’t made it obvious enough. But you tried not to overthink it. Last thing you’d want would be to get your hopes up only to get shattered once you found out who it was that Lars truly had feelings for.

Despite all of your jumbled thoughts and feelings, you felt a bit bored. You finished the majority of your experiments earlier. You had astute problem solving abilities, but Lars was the one case you just couldn’t crack. 

You just couldn’t understand why he hated being around you so much. You were almost always nice, polite, and sweet. And every morning for the past couple of months, you’d arrive at work with a fresh cup of coffee sitting atop of your desk. He had taken the time to memorize how you liked your coffee, and that had to mean something, didn’t it? He couldn’t hate you that much, could he?

Approaching his desk, wandering eyes took a curious peek at what he was working on.

“How’s your experiment coming along?” You asked from over his shoulder.

He immediately seemed to be startled by your presence. The contraption he had been so carefully inspecting clattered to the ground as he flinched, hastily spinning around to face you.

You couldn’t tell if you were imagining it, or if his eyes seemed to soften just for the ephemeral moment they met yours. His expression quickly went from surprised to a mix of embarrassment and fear. A notably unfamiliar expression from him.

“What do you want?” He awkwardly cleared his throat before quickly turning back around.

Just for a second could you see a soft hint of blush tinting his cheeks as he made a clear effort not to look at you. But what did it mean? Why was he so nervous all of the sudden?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” you meekly apologized. “You seem a bit uptight. Is everything okay?”

He huffed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, sure,” you replied, sarcasm evident in your voice.

“Maybe you’re just more annoying than usual,” he spat, giving you the cold shoulder.

You sighed at his unsurprisingly cold response.

“Have I done something?” You asked, feeling a bit remorseful.

He seemed to tense up all over again at the question as he fumbled with whatever tool he had in his hand at the moment.

“No, everything’s fine. There’s something I must tend to,” he paused for a half second, presumably to come up with a place. “In the bathroom.”

A few seconds passed where you couldn’t find the words to respond. He’d been acting so awkward lately, more awkward than usual.

“...In the bathroom?” You reiterated, unsure if you really heard him correctly.

“Yes– yes, in the bathroom. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he hastily set down the tool, the other gadget he was holding fumbling out of his grip and clattering onto the surface of his desk.

His boots squeaked against the tile flooring of the lab as he made a beeline down the hallway to the restroom. 

You couldn’t help but feel a bit heartbroken. The way he acted so disgusted with you to the point where he couldn’t even stand being in the same room as you made you sick.

“Gee, what’s his deal, am I right?” You heard a voice emerge from behind you.

“Oh, hey Gary,” you greeted him, unable to hide the pain in your voice.

“Agh, don’t sound so disappointed!” He gave your arm a light pat as he crunched on an apple, “seems like he’s like that with everyone. If you ask me, though, I get the feeling he likes you too.”

You scoffed, almost laughing at his response.

“I highly doubt that, Gary. You saw how he acted around me. It’s like he hates me, or something!” You groaned into the palms of your hands like a petulant teenager.

He leaned closer to your ear, “let’s keep this between us, but for him to get all awkward and riled up like that? That’s gotta mean something. Take it from me, he likes you.”

You sighed. While he did sound convincing, you really didn’t want to get your hopes up.

“Yeah, I guess so. I hope you’re right,” you replied, until it finally dawned on you.

“Wait, how did you know I liked him?” You asked, brows furrowing.

He wheezed in response, nearly choking on a bit of his apple.

“Well, shit, is everyone in this lab oblivious, or what?” He chuckled, “trust me, though! I’m a guy. I know how guys act. I mean, he brings you coffee every morning, for Pete’s sake.”

“That’s exactly what makes him so confusing! He took the time out of his day to memorize how I like my coffee, and yet every time I try to talk to him he acts like– he acts like I’m some sort of pest!” You couldn’t tell if you were angry or sad, probably both.

“That’s what I’m telling you! He just doesn’t know how to act around you.” He took another bite of his apple, “I’ve gotta go help Trevor with something back at the firehouse. I’ll catch you later, (First Name),” Gary took his leave, making his way down the hall.

You sat back down at your desk, sinking into your chair as his words replayed in your head. Was it really true? Could it be possible that the person Lucky was teasing Lars about just before your arrival– was it you?

After what seemed to be a few more minutes, Lars finally returned to the bathroom and began working on his usual projects. You decided to leave him alone, sinking into your own work, or at least trying to. But you couldn’t help the fact that Lars was living rent free in the back of your mind, hindering your focus at every opportunity.

Looking back down at your paper, you finally came to terms with the fact that no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to get any work done until you found out the truth. No matter how painful that truth may be.

“Lars?” You called out, turning in your chair.

“What is it this time?”

You huffed, part of you wondering if you should have just taken that response as an answer in itself.

“Why do you hate me so much?” The question came out sounding far more vulnerable than you intended.

He sighed, one of his hands messily making its way through his hair.

“I don’t,” there was a painfully long pause, “hate you.”

That response in itself was enough to surprise you. But you wanted more.

“I don’t understand.” you replied. “You avoid me at almost every chance you get, and you’re always mean to me. You bring me coffee every morning and yet every time I try to get closer to you, you push me away.”

You heard him groan, his head in his hands as he exasperatedly threw his head back. 

“You’re intolerable,” he said. “I hate the way that you bite the tip of your pen, I hate how you twirl your hair around your fingers, I hate your stupid sense of humor, I hate–” 

You were about to open your mouth and you weren’t sure if you were about to tell him to go fuck himself or that you hated him just as equally. Neither of which you would’ve actually meant, but you could feel yourself grow hurt, angry, and confused all at the same time with every word he said.

He seemed to contemplate whether or not to continue, “I hate how beautiful you are without even trying! Do you know how hard it is to focus whenever you’re near me?”

Oh.

It all made sense now. You felt your fists unclench and timed seem to slow down as your brain needed time to process what he just said.

Your legs seemed to move on their own as you approached Lars’ tense form. His hands clutched either side of his desk as his head hung low.

“Lars–” your voice was low and gentle.

“Please don’t say anything,” he pleaded. “I know you must be repulsed by me and that’s no one’s fault but my own–”

You’re not sure what came over you, but you quickly tilted his head towards you, standing on your tippy toes as you pressed your lips against his. His breath seemed to get caught in the pit of his throat as he stood completely frozen.

You quickly pulled away the moment you didn’t feel him kiss back, “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked–”

Your apology was quickly interrupted by the feeling of his hands tenderly gripping the sides of your face as he pulled you back in for another kiss. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and gently pressed your body up against his, a low grumble escaping his chest.

Your tongue gently grazed his bottom lip, requesting an entrance as you felt him exhale against you. He melted into you as he pressed your back against the front of his desk, one of his legs finding their way in between your thighs. Your hands made their way into his soft blonde curls, gently tugging on them as he let out another groan. Your bodies felt like they were melting into one other, like you belonged with each other. 

“Do you have any idea how painfully irresistible you are?” He grumbled into your skin, his lips pressing against the lower part of your jaw.

You sharply inhaled through your teeth. The feeling of him kissing down your neck sending a shiver down your spine.

“I hadn’t realized you were so pent up,” you replied, nails digging into the back of his uniform.

“Spent so many late nights where you were all I could think about. You have no idea how frustrating that was, do you?” his leg pressed against you, making you squirm.

“Why d’you think I kept trying to get closer to you? I love looking at your stupidly handsome face,” you murmured, licking your lips and going in to kiss him again.

“That right?” his head was tilted as his teeth sunk down on your lower lip.

“It is,” you felt yourself growing needy.

“Ahem!”

The sound of someone loudly clearing their throat could be heard throughout the lab as you both quickly pulled away from each other. Eyes darting to the source of the nose, you were both met by sight of Winston standing in the doorway.

“I was about to congratulate the both of you on your latest findings, but it seems like the two of you are.. busy right now.” He bore an awkward expression, “look, I’ll come back another time. But please not in the lab. That’s disgusting.”

You awkwardly chuckled, “yeah, no. Of course. That’s– we’re at work that would be so unsanitary. And gross. We would never–” Lars had to interrupt your awkward rambling by giving you a quick nudge.

Winston gave the both of you an awkward nod as he quickly walked off.

“Would you want to get takeout on the way home? I can drive you,” Lars meekly suggested.

You couldn’t fight the smile that pricked at the sides of your mouth, “that sounds lovely, Lars.”

[vikkirosko]

Hiiii! How have you been? What's new in life?^^ 🫶

This time, I request something different....I saw Adventure Time, and I got really excited!! The nostalgia of it!

(Fionna, Marshall Lee, Prince Gumball and Flame Prince) A tall male reader that a gentle soul and a pretty chill one too. Okay, he's a bit older, but it makes him wiser. His power often affects the weather. If he's sad, it's raining. If he's happy, expect a rainbow. If he's chill and calm, it's sunny if he's angry or furious, storm and so on worse. What's would it be like for the characters when they would start dating? Sure, the m/reader would be caring and fun too! He's up for adventure, and there's no hesitation to help out and protect his lover. For example, if they go hurt by an enemy or someone insulted them, m/reader would strike a lighting at the enemy right away.

M/reader is a hard-working person and a mystery one, too. He would sometimes disappear and appear at random times like teleportation(but it's not it). Imagine: The lover is sleeping, and when they wake up, they see gifts from him and a delicious breakfast in bed as well. 😍🤌

-From 🌻Sunflower Anon.

Hi! I'm all good. From the new one... I got an internship for my studies at the editorial office of a local newspaper. And how are you doing? I hope everything is fine

Headcanons Relationships

🐰 Fionna Campbell x male!Reader 🗡

Fionna wasn't very lucky in a romantic relationship. She was unrequitedly in love, and her other relationships ended and it was hard for her after this breakup. That's why when you started dating, she felt a little anxious. She really liked you, but she was afraid of getting burned again. But pretty quickly she realized that you were very different from those she was in love with before

You were a little older than her and initially, when you first met, you seemed quite distant to her, but when she got to know you better, she realized that you were kind, caring and gentle. You were ready to keep her company during the adventure and were ready to protect her if she was in danger. You also took great care of her. In the morning, you often left various gifts in her room or even breakfast practically in bed. Most of the time, at such moments you were no longer in her house, but you always left her nice notes, wishing her a good morning

You had an unusual ability that helped her better understand what emotions you were experiencing. Your emotions influenced the weather at some distance around you. When you were with Fionna, the sun was always shining and there could even be a rainbow in the sky. One day she went to visit you and saw how it was raining. As it turned out, you were upset. The weather seemed to reflect your emotions, and thanks to Fionna, you could see a rainbow in the sky more and more often

Fionna was so happy in a relationship for the first time. You didn't have to come up with any ways to be together or hide your feelings from each other. She was sure that you would be really happy together

🍬 Prince Gumball x male!Reader ⚗️

You and Gumball have known each other for a very long time, even longer than anyone could have imagined. You were a couple and often spent time together. Everyone knew that when there was a clear sky and a rainbow in the sky above Candy Kingdom, it means that today you visited him. Your emotions influenced the weather and you were always happy when you saw him

Sometimes there were quarrels between you because Gumball worked too hard. You were worried about him and often left various small gifts and snacks in his laboratory, hoping that he would get a little distracted. He never heard you come in and you never told him how you came to him so quietly

Several times, when you knew that Gumball had been working non-stop for several days, you tried to convince him to take a break, and because of this you quarreled. At such moments, the weather seemed to go crazy. At first, a strong wind began to blow outside and a thunderstorm began. It meant you were angry. Then you left, realizing that your quarrel would lead to nothing. It usually started to rain heavily at such moments. The only thing that calmed Gumball at least a little was that the rain did not disappear, which means you were somewhere nearby, and soon he was already coming to you to apologize

Gumball was glad that there was a man like you in his life. You could help him when he faced difficult tasks that he could think about for several days, you could protect him in case of danger, you were there when he needed support. He could be calm around you, because he knew that he could always rely on you

🎸 Marshall Lee x male!Reader 🦇

Marshall Lee met you when he was caught in a thunderstorm and hid from it in the woods, where he found you. You were angry and it would seem that the weather didn't bother you at all. When he asked you what you were doing there, he heard something that had been accumulating in you for a long time. The more you talked, the stronger the storm became, until at some point you exhaled, calmed down, and with you the weather calmed down and the sun came out in the sky. That day, you both found a good friend, and later found out that not just a friend, but something more

You were a frequent visitor to his house. Marshall enjoyed spending time with you. You kept him company while he was writing songs, you watched movies together. In the mornings, he often found small gifts in his living room and he found breakfast on the bedside table. Marshall knew that you were the one who left it. You took care of him and he appreciated it

You often accompanied him and were always ready to go on adventures with him. However, if someone insulted him, then your usual calm and relaxation collapsed. You wouldn't let anyone hurt him and you'd get angry if someone insulted him. Marshall easily understood your emotions, because the weather changed from this, but those who did not know you only wondered how sharply a calm, sunny day changed so much

You and Marshall were different. He liked noisy parties and often arranged concerts, while you usually preferred a relaxed atmosphere, but despite this, you felt really happy next to each other. It would seem that everyone knew about this, because it was not so often possible to see a permanent rainbow in the sky before, which now practically screamed about your happiness

🔥 Flame Prince x male!Reader 🎧

Flame Prince has not left the castle for a long time. He grew up locked up and when he finally left the castle he was able to take a deep breath. He wandered around for a long time, trying to cope with his anger, until he came across you. You were surprisingly relaxed and his appearance didn't bother you. Even when he got angry, you weren't scared. On the contrary, you tried to help him calm down. As it turned out later, you perfectly understood what it was like when others could suffer from your emotions, even if you didn't want to

You were able to get along quickly. You taught him to control his emotions and over time he began to notice that when you were around, the weather was just fine. There was not a cloud in the sky and there was a rainbow. When he asked how this was possible, you told him that the reason for this was that your emotions were related to the weather. When you were happy, the sun was shining in the sky and there was a rainbow. You were happy with him. This prompted you to tell him about your feelings. At that moment, he himself seemed ready to start shining

You tried to take care of him. He often found breakfast in his room in the morning, which you left for him, and sometimes you left various gifts. Sometimes it seemed to him that you could teleport, but that wasn't the case. Flame Prince has asked you several times how your other emotions affect the weather. You told him that when you're angry, a storm starts, and when you're upset, it rains, but since the day you met, you've had no reason to be sad. He saw your anger, because you were angry when someone insulted him

You were one of the first people he could trust. You accepted him for who he was, despite the outbursts he had. He was really happy with you. Even if a terrible downpour started outside, he wouldn't be afraid, knowing that you would be there to help him. He was safe with you no matter what

[abitohoney]

Workplace Violations

AO3 link

Grayson x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Pining, Enforcer Reader, Power Bottom Grayson, Soft Top Reader, Dom/sub Undertones, Soft Dom Grayson, Sub Reader, Smut, Praise Kink (For both), Lesbian Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Voice Kink, Porn with Feelings

Word count: 5.9k

Summary: Sheriff Grayson, your superior and apparently not-so-secret crush, has been under considerable stress as of late. So when you offer your aid via several means of relaxation, she isn’t about to refuse. And when she suggests some additional techniques that just so happen to be considerably less… conventional than others, well who are you to deny your superior?

AN: Already on AO3, just copying it over here. This was for an anon request from WAY too long ago. I'm very far behind on requests. 😩

To say today had been exhausting for Grayson would be a severe understatement. But, really, it's been far longer than just today. More like a hell of a year. Today just happened to be the shitty ass icing on the shitty ass cake. Sheriff Grayson (your superior and mentor for just over a year now) had spent the afternoon down in the Undercity. You (her faithful lap dog as some down there would call you) were at her side while she was trying to cut a deal with Vander to address the rising crime in Piltover. Crime carried out, very obviously, by the citizens of the Undercity. Grayson- bless her patience, understanding, and willingness to compromise- had gone from being chewed out by the Piltover council that morning for not doing enough, to being chewed out by the Undercity's overseers for doing too much. She just couldn't win. It was honestly heartbreaking for you to watch all of it. You knew it was wearing on her. She wore that confidence and carried out that grit with both the city she served and the poor repressed city beneath it. However, the moment she was back alone- well, besides you- in her office, she'd let that facade crumble and show just how utterly defeated she felt.

Striding into her office with you in tow not far behind, Grayson flops down onto the tall back chair at her desk with a resigned sigh. Leaning back, she closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her hooked nose. "Fuck," she exhales under her breath.

Her raspy voice, something you've been rather fond of since the first time you heard her speak, is strained even more than usual. You shift from one foot to the other from where you stand at the opposite side of the desk, struggling with what to do or say to help her.

"Sheriff, if I may," you begin softly, flinching when you see her brows furrow deeper.

“You know that formality is not necessary when we are alone.”

"Grayson," you correct yourself and she seems to at least relax her brows a bit at that. "I know things have been rough with trying to keep the peace between Piltover and the Undercity. It may seem like everyone thinks you're failing. But, I know there are people who do see the effort you're putting into this. They see and appreciate your genuine compassion for both sides. I know I do. And I- well, I'm quite proud to work for you."

Removing her fingers from her nose, she opens her eyes to regard you with a considerably softer expression. Her lips curl into a small, contented smile and you can't help the way that makes your heart skip a beat. "You're too kind, dear," she sighs. "Sometimes I wonder if you're too kind for this job."

And there went that little bit of hope you felt.

She must have noticed too, her eyes going wide for a moment before she starts backpedaling. "That's not what I meant. You're very good at your job. Why else do you think I only ever take you along on my most important tasks? What I meant is that it's not good for you. I don't want to see you so let down when things don't go as planned." Her already beautifully raspy voice is even heavier than usual, weighed down by how exhausted she is.

And it just breaks your heart.

"Sheri- Grayson, it's- it's not so much when things don't go as planned. It's when I see how much it hurts you," you admit, and you fear she can see the way your cheeks redden when she raises a brow.

She releases another heavy sigh and shakes her head. "Please don't worry about me, dear. I'll be just fine." Her tired eyes drift from you to the tall cabinet along the wall just to your right, where she stores her secret stash of liquid relaxation.

Secret to everyone besides you that is.

"Can I get you a drink?" You offer with a smile.

Her eyes brighten just a tad when they flit back to you. "Only if you pour one for yourself as well." The corner of her mouth tugs into a tiny smile before she adds, "And talk with me."

“Gladly,” you reply, and you hope she doesn’t catch how your smile grows dramatically at her request. Quickly, you head to the cabinet, removing two tall flute glasses from the upper half, then an unopened bottle of champagne from the refrigerated lower half.

Setting the glasses on her desk, you can feel her gaze on you as you attempt, with some minor difficulty, to remove the foil from the bottle.

“Need help with that?” she asks, amusement evident in the lilt of her voice.

You’ve only done this a couple of times, but you want her to relax. And you want to impress her with how cleanly you can do this.

“No. I’ve got it,” you reply. Once you’ve pried the wire cage loose, you aim the bottle away from both of you, just in case your statement turns out to be a lie. With one hand wrapped firmly around the bottle and one around the cork, you give both a good twist. The cork slips out with a resounding pop, but it’s controlled. Not so much as a drop is spilled. Grabbing one of the glasses, you carefully pour one and hand it to Grayson before pouring one for yourself.

"Nicely done," Grayson laughs as she taps her glass to yours. "To good company during less than good times."

Your cheeks heat at the compliment, and you hope she doesn't notice. "To a wonderful Sheriff," you say softly before bringing the glass to your mouth. You pause though, enraptured by the view of Grayson's lips through her own glass. They curl into a smile you've never seen her give anyone else in her presence. As you watch the way her bottom lip presses against the rim, your mind wanders to places it probably shouldn't. What would those lips feel like pressed against your own? On your neck? On your-

"Are you going to just stand there all evening, dear?"

Grayson's teasing and subsequent short chuckle snap you out of your daydream.

"S-sorry," you stammer. You duck your head, hoping she won’t notice your embarrassment as you scurry to take a seat in the chair at the opposite side of her desk. She simply grins at you, and despite it being over your own silly fumble, you can't help but feel a warmth spread through your chest that you're the one to cause it.

The two of you drink for some time. Exactly how long, you're not certain, but it's long enough for the two of you to down the last bit of champagne. Long enough for you to really start feeling those drinks kick in.

The alcohol toys with your senses. It leaves your judgment lacking, and your control lowered. You don't even realize how you're so blatantly admiring Grayson from across the desk as she stares wistfully off into the distance, reminiscing over her younger years. Nor how your eyes linger on her beautifully chiseled jaw and cheekbones, the swell of her chest. Or how you lick your lips when you watch, with blatant interest, as she lifts her glass and presses it against her lips to take a drink. Or how you shift in your seat when you see the bobbing motion down her neck as she swallows.

When did it get so hot in here?

Your focus shifts to the way her shoulders and back tense when she leans forward to rest her elbows on her desk. "Can I give you a massage?"

You bring a hand to your mouth, clearly too late to cover your slip. If your cheeks weren't already warm from the alcohol, they certainly would be now.

Grayson turns to you and stares, wide-eyed, for a moment, but says nothing.

"That was inappropriate of me to ask you," you finally blurt out after what feels like an eternity stewing in your own embarrassment. "I'm so sor-"

"Yes," Grayson interrupts.

Your mouth hangs open briefly before you’re able to form a reply. "What?" You ask dumbly.

"I would like that," she replies. “I could really use something to help relax right now.”

You stand— a bit too quickly. In your inebriated enthusiasm, you start to lose your balance. Catching yourself with a hand on the edge of her desk, you pray she doesn’t notice. You glance in her direction. Of course she noticed. Those sharp eyes are honed in on your hand. The one very obviously keeping you from toppling over.

Damnit.

“Perhaps another time,” she suggests, but the corner of her mouth curls just the tiniest amount in amusement.

Laughing awkwardly, you shake your head. “No. I’m good.” Feeling steady enough, you make your way behind her chair. Even with the alcohol to help calm your nerves, you still can’t shake the nervous feeling that washes over you. You're about to put your hands on Grayson, even if it’s just some innocent shoulder massages.

Innocent. Completely innocent.

Grayson normally stands a decent amount taller than you, but with her seated and you standing, it’s almost dizzying to have this bit of height over her. Slipping your hands over her shoulders, you run your palms back and forth across them several times. Glancing down, you find the view is going to be rather… distracting. Her uniform hugs the curves of her breasts a little too nicely.

So much for innocent.

Trying to keep your thoughts from drifting to places they shouldn’t, you turn your attention to the thick hair that covers the top of her head. As you start to incorporate gentle squeezing into your ministrations, you can feel the tense muscles beneath your hands start to relax bit by bit.

Grayson releases a quiet, deep hum of approval before taking a sip of her drink. “That’s lovely,” she rasps.

Janna, her voice is like fucking velvet.

You start to get a bit rougher with your hands, really digging at some of those stubborn knots. Her shoulders suddenly jerk, and you freeze, afraid you hurt her. Before you can apologize, that delightfully husky voice cuts through the air again.

“Mmmm. Right there, sweetheart. That feels wonderful.”

Sweetheart? Sweetheart?! Does she have any idea what she's doing to you right now? Innocence be damned. The way she fucking says those specific words. The possible connotation… used in a different… situation. Oh, what you would give to have that be the case. You quickly resume the massage, making sure you do exactly what you were doing to get her to drop that sweet praise.

Grayson’s eyes close and her head lulls back against the chair. The new position reveals a delightful stretch of her neck. And her face. Her blissful expression. Those slightly parted, wet lips. All at your doing.

"Lower," she husks.

You blink. "What?"

"You can go lower," she replies, and goodness, that incredibly sexy voice of hers has somehow gotten even huskier. Sultrier. And… suggestive?

As much as you want to think she means nice lower on her front side, you know that can't possibly be it. So you let your hands slide lower down her back. At least until you catch her eyes opening and flashing up to you as she arches a brow.

Oh my.

You start to reverse your path and her smile returns. She's watching your face so close that it only adds to the sudden, exponential increase in your body temperature. As the tips of your fingers just barely graze over the swell of her breasts, you freeze again.

Can you do this? Should you do this? You want to. She apparently wants you to. But it's not right, is it?

Apparently noticing your distress, Grayson places a hand gently on one of yours. "Only if you want to, sweetheart," she says quietly.

Oh, sweet Janna.

"Are you alright?" She asks, breaking you from your momentary daze.

"I- Yes. Why?" You manage to get out.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, you just whimpered something along the lines of Oh sweet Janna."

Thank goodness your cheeks are already flush with the effects of consuming entirely too much alcohol, because the way your face burns at the realization of your slip, you could probably set fire to her hair if you got any closer.

“I’m- I’m okay,” you stammer. “Just had a bit too much to drink.” It’s not exactly a lie. Thankfully she appears to be satisfied with your answer, as her hand slides back down to rest on the arm of her chair.

Slowly, you let your hands travel further down before grabbing a handful of each of her breasts. You squeeze, gently, and the soft moan that pulls from her throat nearly has you moaning all the same.

You've only dreamed of this moment for the past several months. Only ever thought it would be a dream. Nothing more. Simply fantasizing about what you'd like to do to her. How you'd like to touch her. How you'd like to please her. Yet, here you are, in her office just fucking groping her, kneading her breasts as if this was an entirely normal occurrence between you two. And she seems to be enjoying it just as much as you are. Her eyes have fallen shut and her lips are pulled into a soft smile. Such a beautiful smile. And kissable lips-

“Open my jacket.”

“I’m- I’m sorry?” you stutter, blinking several times. Then you realize she's staring up at you expectantly.

“Come now. No more playing coy with me. You think I haven’t noticed how you watch me. How you hang on every word I say, even when it’s not work-related? Your hands are already on my tits, now just get my damn clothes out of the way.”

“Grayson, I- I-” you stammer.

What are you even supposed to say to that? She knows you've been infatuated with her? Have you really been that obvious? And she’s okay with it? Is the feeling mutual? She’s asking you to take her clothes off and touch her… so it must be, right?

You must be dreaming. It's the only logical explanation.

Hesitantly, you reach your hands down to release the clasps on her jacket. You’re not sure if it’s from nerves, excitement, or a bit of both, but your hands shake noticeably. Hopefully, she doesn’t notice. As you lean over her, stretching to reach that last clasp just above her belt buckle, your face comes dangerously close to hers. So close that you can smell the hints of citrus and spice from her champagne and the crisp, clean scent of her starched blouse beneath the jacket. You take in a deep, quiet breath through your nose as you release the clasp.

“You smell wonderful,” you murmur what was supposed to be kept in your mind. Quickly catching your slip this time, you try to withdraw, but Grayson’s hand catches yours against her chest.

Grayson’s eyes meet yours as she tilts her head to regard you. “Listen, darling, all this demure behavior, the blushing, it’s all rather delightful. Flattering really. But, I need you to understand that I’m more than okay with what we’re doing. I wouldn’t be asking you to do this if it wasn’t what I wanted, now would I?”

“No,” you reply dumbly, averting your eyes from her gaze.

“Now if you are not comfortable with this, we can stop.”

Your eyes go wide and shoot back to hers. “No!” you nearly shout. Janna, you need to get a hold of yourself. “I- I mean I’ve only dreamt of touching you like this for…” you trail off and look away again, feeling as if you’ve already admitted too much.

“As have I,” Grayson says softly as she gives your hand a squeeze.

What?

You gape at her, utterly dumbfounded.

She chuckles at your expression, and it’s so wonderfully deep and heartfelt it makes your head spin. “Don’t look so surprised, darling. Hard not to fall for a pretty, sweet thing like you.”

If you could blush any harder, you certainly would. But at least now you’re feeling considerably more confident knowing she’s had eyes for you all this time as well.

“Shall we?” Grayson asks as she slips her hand away from yours to grasp the buckle of her belt. It’s a simple question, but the way her voice drops lower, laced with a suggestive tone- not to mention the way her lips curl into the slightest smirk- clearly there’s something else behind those two words.

You nod and she proceeds to open her belt while you unbutton her white blouse. Pushing her jacket and blouse further open, you find her donning a simple white satin bra. Not that your attention remains there long when there’s so much soft, supple cleavage sitting there waiting to be touched.

Feeling a bit more emboldened now, you don’t wait for her to tell you again. As you slide your hands down her warm, soft chest, you watch her expression closely. Her eyelids droop as you slip beneath the cups of her bra to take a generous amount of her in your hands and gently squeeze. The deep, quiet groans that escape her parted lips encourage you to keep doing exactly what you’re doing.

“You’re doing wonderful, love,” Grayson groans.

Love?

Now you’re downright swooning for this woman. The pet names. The praise. The confessions. The touching. The moans. It’s all so wonderful and perfect. She’s so perfect. And as you start to roll your fingers over her hardening nipples, her responses become so much more delightful.

The soft groans spilling from her mouth turn into a sharp gasp when you give each nipple a playful pinch. Her grip on the arms of the chair becomes so tight you can hear the wood creak. She adjusts in her seat, scooting forward enough to allow her to spread her strong thighs. “Fuck me,” she husks.

Lust-filled eyes meet yours and you realize she wasn’t just moaning expletives out of pleasure. That was a command.

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

“Come here.”

Though she’s rather unclear on where exactly here is, you’re fairly certain she means between her and her desk. You move quickly, but she’s apparently quite impatient. You’re no more than turned to face her and she’s practically ripping the front of your uniform open, leaving you just as exposed as she is. Even the little gasp that you suck in is cut short as she grabs you by the lapels of your jacket and pulls you onto her lap, forcing you to straddle her.

Your hands fly out to grasp at the back of her chair, fearful you’re going to knock heads with how forcefully she pulls you against her.

“Grays-” your startled cry is muffled by the sudden press of her lips to yours. But it doesn’t matter. You forget everything else because she’s fucking kissing you. And it’s nothing like you had ever imagined. It’s so much better. She tastes of citrus and spices, even a hint of coffee. And her lips are smooth, soft, and moving hungrily. Janna, she is kissing you hard, and wild. It’s not sloppy. She keeps it clean and respectable. But it’s so deep and passionate. Like she's been wanting to do this for as long as you have.

As you gather your bearings, you let your hands slip down to her shoulders. You cling to her as you try to match the intensity of her kiss, tilting your head to let your nose rest alongside hers. The thin satin of her bra, and the cotton of yours, do little to withhold the warmth and softness of your chests pressed together. It leaves you sighing into her mouth, which lends her the opportunity to delve her tongue inside to roll along yours.

When she finally pulls back and loosens her hold on your jacket, you’re left panting and wide-eyed. Meanwhile, she seems to still be intent on devouring you whole. Without warning she pulls the front of your bra down, releasing both breasts before grabbing a handful of each. She pushes you back until your head rests against the top of her desk. Then she leans over to take a nipple into her mouth and sucks. Hard.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath. Her rough treatment- the downright manhandling- is a bit startling. You’re well aware of how tough this woman can get, but you’re usually the exception. She’s typically so calm, gentle, and tender when she’s alone with you. This is a complete contrast. But you are not complaining. Not. One. Bit.

You sink your hands into her thick, wavy hair, pulling her face closer as you feel her swirl that wonderful tongue around your hardened peak. The pleasure of her mouth sucking, licking, and tugging at one nipple while her hand roughly fondles the other makes you arch your back and squirm in her lap.

When she sits back up, releasing your breast with a wet pop, it takes you a moment to come to your senses. Your hands, still in her hair, loosen and slip down to her shoulders while she helps sit you back upright. You catch her expression through half-lidded eyes- and damn, she’s still just as ravenous looking as she was moments ago.

“On your knees,” she rasps. “Remove my pants.”

Still too dazed from the onslaught of physical attention, it takes you a moment to fully process her commands. However, the moment she starts to reposition her chair to give you more room, you quickly move to stand between her thighs. Eager eyes locked with hers, you sink to your knees between the spread of her legs.

With the help of her lifting her bottom off the chair, you quickly slip her pants and underwear down over the top of her boots. And as she settles back into her seat, legs together, you wonder if she’s toying with you. You peer up at her, and judging by the faint curl of her lips, that’s exactly what she’s doing. But you can play along with that.

With your hands hovering just over the tops of her knees, you ask, “May I?”

“Please, love. I didn’t call you over here to simply stare,” she teases, but you’re too enraptured by the lust laced in her gravelly voice to form any sort of reply.

You run the palms of your hands over her knees and slowly up the tops of her toned thighs. Your fingertips trace over cords of muscle beneath soft, warm skin. They tense as your thumbs slip to the insides, inching closer to the apex. Bottom lip clamped between your teeth, you guide her legs apart.

Oh heavens!

Not only can you see her arousal glistening at the edges of her entrance. You can smell it. Somehow, despite a long day, she still smells fresh and clean. Much like her hair. But there’s still that familiar musk that’s all too specific to that area. And it leaves you rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to satiate the growing ache between them.

With your thumbs drawing closer to her folds, you peer up at her through your lashes, waiting for her to give you permission. To tell you what she wants. It's clear that she enjoys the position of authority, of having that control and power, in more than just her job.

Grayson meets your gaze through heavy-lidded eyes and her mouth pulls into a small, appreciative grin. She runs the backs of her fingers along your warm cheek before giving you a nod to continue.

Eyes locked on her expression, you slowly slip one finger inside her. And it's heavenly. She's so incredibly warm, soft, and wet.

“You feel so good,” you murmur. And you’re not sure if the way she clenches around your digit is a result of the praise or just the stimulation, but the quiet groan she releases quickly distracts you from that thought. It’s absolutely divine. Hearing it in her raspy tone is enough to have you biting back your own moan.

“Heavens, Grayson. I think I could get off on your voice alone.”

This time, when her hips buck towards your hand, a strangled gasp falling from her parted lips, you know it’s definitely from your words alone.

Wow.

You watch, transfixed, as her lids fall heavier until you barely see her eyes through the tiny slits. And you wonder, if she’s feeling this great when you’ve only just begun to touch her, what will she be like once you really get going?

Apparently too lost in thought again, you don’t realize just how long you’ve been gaping at her until she’s opening her eyes to peer down at you expectantly.

“Darling, please.”

She says please, but you know damn well she’s not asking. She’s insisting. You whisper a sheepish apology and avert your eyes, focusing instead on your finger as you drag it back out. It's coated, glistening with her arousal. You want to taste her, but you can still feel her watchful eyes on you. Instead, you slip a second finger in, sinking both up to the last knuckle. This time, when she groans, and her thigh muscles flex beneath your other hand, you can't hold back your own breathy moan.

Grayson lifts her hips off the seat as you curl your fingers and drag the tips along her walls while pulling them back out.

You watch, awestruck, as her hands curl around the wooden armrests. A quick glance back up at her face reveals her eyes have fallen nearly shut again.

"Fuck," Grayson curses under her breath.

You repeat the motion- fingers straight in, then curled out- several times, delighting in every twitch of her muscles. Every raspy groan that escapes past her parted lips. Every jerk of her hips.

She looks so perfect. Her square jaw so tense with concentration, dark brows furrowed, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. A goddess.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” you whisper. And fuck, the way her head rolls back at your praise- you never in all your fantasies had imagined her like this. It leaves you teeming with such desire to please her, you can hardly think straight.

“Mouth,” she rasps between ragged breaths.

What?

“Use your mouth, love!”

That husky, breathless demand is enough to knock you out of your reverie to realize what she’s asking you to do. And you’re more than happy to oblige. Without breaking the rhythm you’ve set with your fingers, you scoot further between the spread of her knees, pushing her feet- bound by her pants around her boots- further beneath her chair. You peer up at her through your lashes once more, noticing how she’s watching you through the slits of her eyes, before letting your attention fall to the wet folds surrounding your fingers.

Eyes fluttering shut, you slowly drag the tip of your tongue from just above her entrance to the swollen bundle of nerves above. The taste of her floods your mouth.

“You taste so good,” you moan, but you’re not sure she can even hear you over her own deep groan. That is until you feel the way she clenches around your fingers and hear the almost guttural words that leave her throat.

“Oh fuck me.”

Wide-eyed, you’re not given a moment to respond to that reaction before you feel her fingers curl along the back of your head to pull, or rather shove, your mouth against her. Your muffled gasp quickly devolves into a soft moan. Nose buried in her thick curls, you inhale deeply. You’re met with a heady mixture of her arousal and the crisp scent of her soap. The insatiable need that forms a tight coil deep in your core drives an urge to touch yourself. To relieve some of that ache between your own legs. But you’re determined to focus on pleasuring Grayson.

Lips wrapped around her clit, you gently suck, just once, to gauge her reaction. And a reaction you get. Nails bite into the back of your scalp as Grayson inhales sharply from above you. Her muscles tense beneath where your other hand still rests on the top of her thigh.

Still feeling the desire to experiment and learn what gets you the best response, you swirl the tip of your tongue just around the sensitive bud. That one earns you a throaty groan and her grinding against your face.

"Don't tease," she husks.

If ever you were to lose yourself to sound alone, it would be to her voice right now. It's like gravel, but in the best way possible. So husky, deep, broken, and needy. And it makes her demand sound considerably less, well, demanding.

Despite the lack of severity in her tone, you still heed her instruction and press the flat of your tongue fully against her while scissoring your fingers. That combined motion elicits another one of those heavenly groans.

"Faster. Fuck me faster," She rasps.

You can feel her nails digging deeper into your scalp as she tries to set the pace, and you do your best to match that with your fingers. It doesn't take long for you to find the perfect cadence of sucking and licking, fingers curling and scissoring. One that has her releasing nothing but a series of curses and deep moans, all in that intoxicating voice of hers.

The moment you feel the muscles beneath your hands tense, you know she's reached the pinnacle. Aching to witness her undoing, you peer up at her through the lashes of your heavy lids. And oh Janna, you were already damn near bursting with your own arousal just with the sound of her, but now to see the normally cool and composed Grayson a complete wreck, there's no word to describe how turned on you are. Her jaw is slack, brows pinched, chest heaving, and hairline covered in a fine sheen of sweat. But that's not even the best part. At some point, the hand she'd been using to clutch at the armrest is now groping at her own breast.

Grayson's glassy eyes meet yours, and you try to convey to her without words just how wonderful she is. How she entices you through literally every sense. How you want, so bad, to make her cum. For her to release all that built-up tension.

She must see it in your eyes, because within a mere breath, you feel her muscles tense beneath your hand and her hips suddenly freeze. The hand at the back of your head holds you tight against her. A raspy, near breathless, curse falls from her open mouth, and- oh good heavens - you can feel her walls clench and spasm around your fingers. Warm, cum seeps past your fingers as you slowly help her ride out that sweet release. Captivated, you simply stare up at her through hooded eyes as she goes through the stages of her climax. 

When she meets your gaze again, the tiniest smile pulls at her lips. She gently rubs her fingers over the back of your head, soothing the little crescent-shaped indents she left there in her fervor.

She opens her mouth to speak, but freezes as both of you are rather abruptly ripped from your reveries by the door to her office swinging open unannounced.

Suddenly, you find your head clamped between two very powerful thighs, essentially locking your face and fingers in place as Grayson shoves you further beneath the desk while scooting further under herself. The hand in your hair protects you from knocking it against the desktop above, but as stunned and terrified as you are at potentially being caught going down on your superior, brain damage is the last of your concerns.

"Sheriff! There's been-"

The man's voice- a new recruit you recognize- suddenly trails off. No doubt because he's spotted Grayson in a rather suspiciously tousled state.

“Are- are you alright, ma’am?” he asks, taking in the sight of Grayson's open jacket, unbuttoned blouse, heaving chest, and the sweat at her brow and hairline.

Meanwhile, while stuffed into a terribly confined space, legs contorted in an odd manner to leave room for Grayson's legs, you find yourself struggling for oxygen. The death grip of Grayson's thighs around your head, along with the fear of stimulating her with any attempted movement, leaves your face buried deep against her cunt. But in all honesty, you think if you die right there from suffocation, is there really any better way to go than between the legs of Piltover's one and only drop-dead (pun intended) gorgeous sheriff?

“Yes! I’m fine! Besides the fact that one of my subordinates just barged into my private office without knocking," Grayson snaps.

Even though your sense of hearing is rather muffled, you can still detect that lingering husky panting in her tone. You've never heard her so… flustered. And you'd be lying if you said that didn't give you just a little stroke to the ego knowing you were the cause.

"Whatever it is, so long as none of my officers are bleeding, missing limbs, or on fire, surely it can wait until I've finished my work here.”

“Oh. I- I'm so sorry, ma’am,” the man stammers as he ducks out of the room as quickly as he came, nearly slamming the door shut behind him.

Grayson releases a long sigh as she leans back into her chair. Realizing that she's put you in peril, albeit a glorious one, she quickly scoots her chair back out and opens her legs.

When you're finally freed, you sit back on your haunches and suck in some much-needed oxygen.

"Fuck," Grayson heaves. "Are you alright, darling?"

You smile up at her sweetly, feeling plenty good and satisfied. Carefully pulling your fingers out from her warm cunt, you lock eyes with her as you slip them into your mouth and suck them clean.

"That's a good girl," Grayson coos. "Now come. Sit with me."

Slowly, you rise to your feet and straddle her lap. You rest your arms on her shoulders and she wraps hers around your waist. The two of you just smile at each other in silence for a moment, simply enjoying the views and the company.

"That was… so good, Grayson," you finally speak. "I damn near lost it just watching and listening to you."

Grayson says nothing. Instead, she slips a hand behind your neck and pulls you down for a kiss, but you can feel her smile. And you’re certain she can feel yours.

When she pulls back to admire your smile, you realize she is definitely much more relaxed now.

"So I take it my massage helped?" You jest.

"Oh it just certainly did," she chuckles. "So well, in fact, that if I wasn't concerned with the obvious conflict of interest, I'd say you deserve a hefty raise for this.”

"Well, maybe you could pay in another way?" You suggest with a mischievous grin.

"And what's that?" She asks with a cocked brow.

"Take me back to your place or come to mine and return the favor?"

"It would be my pleasure," she replies before pulling you in for another, much deeper kiss.

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I also have another drabble idea! (i'm the same anon from the last ask, I hope I'm not asking for too much)

I can imagine the Late for work couple being really playful and cheeky when it comes to who initiates sex first. Could you do a drabble where they do No Nut November? Like, them competing to see who can last more without touching the other one and overall sex (and both of them trying to seduce each other than order to win)

That's everything from me. Thank you so so so much sweetheart

Thanks so much for the request!! I kept rewriting this because I was making it WAY too long but I think I’ll still post the longer version with more backstory and everything soon. The way I described Jungkook in this is definitely inspired by Seven ft Latto! The gold chain has me in a chokehold!! Enjoy!💜

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Jungkook was gripping his controller hard enough to break. He tried so hard to stay focused on the television but how could he when you were walking around the house in the skimpiest robe known to man? Why the hell was that even considered clothing?

The navy blue robe was practically see through. He could just barely see your nipples, the dark areolas beckoning his mouth and fingers to pinch and lick at them. Your thigh tattoo was on display, looking shiny and vivid from the body oil you had applied after your bath. This past week, you had done all of your pampering—nails done, a fresh wax, and you had given yourself some knotless boho braids that looked absolutely divine on you.

He loved seeing how much more confident you got after completing your princess treatment. He always thought you were gorgeous but you just hit different after you got all dolled up.

Something else was hitting different too. His frustration.

You hummed as you moved around the living room, wiping down surfaces and adjusting things that didn’t even need to be touched. He knew you were doing this on purpose. Why else would you be fake cleaning right as he tried to play his games? It wasn’t even Sunday.

He tried to focus back on the screen, eyes stinging from not looking at you.

“Accidentally” dropping something, you bent over right in front of him and the sight almost made him choke on his tongue.

You weren’t wearing any panties! Your bare cunt was on display, the folds glistening from your natural wetness, thighs bare and needing hickies all over them caused by his mouth.

Fuck! You knew how much he loved eating your pussy and you were practically waving it in front of his face. You tease!

Growling, he quickly stood to his feet and rushed out of the room to go take his millionth cold shower in the past several days.

You smirked when you heard him rush off, body burning from the excitement. You almost had him. You’d have to up the ante next time.

This bet was your idea. After you and Jungkook had gotten into a small scuffle over who was the horniest between you, you decided to challenge him. November had barely been a week away and the bet was too tempting not to offer. Never one to back down from an opportunity to gloat, Jungkook accepted before blowing your back out as a punishment for teasing him.

The bet was on.

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Jungkook had arrived home from the gym a little while ago, showering and grabbing a light snack before he started dinner. You had texted him a little while ago saying you were on your way home from work.

You always came home stressed after work and you texted him earlier complaining that someone ate your lunch which meant you were probably cranky as hell right now.

Perfect.

He started chopping vegetables as he waited for you, eventually hearing the beeping of the keypad by the door. He paused for a moment, hearing your huffs and grumbles as you took off your shoes.

“Baby! You won’t believe what happened at work today!” You slammed your purse down on the counter, not even looking at him and beginning to pace the room. He turned around to lean against the counter, arms folded and eyes amusedly watching you.

“First, Suhyun spilled coffee all over my work laptop! Then someone ate my lunch and stole my lunch bag! You know the purple one with my name rhinestoned on it? Yeah! That one. Then my heel broke so I had to super glue it back on and if that’s not horrible then-“

Your rambling was cut off when you finally turned to look at your husband, words getting caught in your throat at the absolute marvel that you were devoted to for the rest of your life.

Shirtless. Tattooed. Hair tied up. Sweats low on his hips and bulge pressing against them. And your favorite gold chain around his throat. You’ve had your hardest orgasms with that chain dangling in your face.

Swallowing to wet your dry throat, you stuttered out, “uh…..hi.”

He smirked. You were so easy.

“Hey princess. Welcome home. How was your day?”

You held your lips together, knowing that if you spoke, you’d beg him to pick you up and fuck you right in this kitchen.

He pushed himself from the counter, 3 steps bringing him to you but each one made your pussy clench. Once he was standing close to you, you formed your hands into fists, hard enough to make your nails hurt. His soap smelled so good and droplets of water were dripping from his hair and down his chest.

You wanted to lick it off.

“You aren’t going to give your husband a welcome home kiss?” He asked, rolling his lip piecing with his tongue.

Son of a bitch.

Jungkook didn’t like your lack of response so his large hand reached out to grab a handful of your ass, pulling you right into his body. You could feel his bulge on your leg, your hands resting on his pecs. Oh no….

“You feel so tense. Are you okay? Do you want me to do anything about it?” His low voice itched your brain in the best of ways.

You wrenched your eyes shut, trying to ignore the building feeling in your lower belly. You considered it both a blessing and a curse that you had such a hot piece of ass for a husband. A blessing because he was your personal eye candy that no one else could touch and a curse because you currently couldn’t throw your feet behind your ears and have him pound you through the kitchen table.

“No. I won’t lose.”

He smirked, delivering a swift slap to your ass that caused a broken moan to come from you. You could feel his erection starting to grow just as fast as your walls were slicking up.

“Come on, princess. Let’s end this.” His other hand trailed up the front of your blouse, popping the buttons to reveal your heaving breasts. You melted into his touch as he began pressing kisses to your cheeks and neck, nipping at your skin.

You’ve been so touched starved. You two haven’t even been cuddling like you used to with all the sexual tension. And now he was standing here looking like a thanksgiving meal and this stupid bet was telling you that you couldn’t ride his face?

Ughhhhhhhh.

You should pull away but his hands and mouth felt like bliss on your skin.

Jungkook suddenly pulled away, your whine getting caught in your throat when he flipped you around, pushing your back so that you were bent over one of the stools by the kitchen island. With deft hands, he pulled up your skirt, groaning when your heady scent hit his nose.

“Fuck I love your pussy.” Wasting no time, he dove in, sucking at your clit over your soaked panties. You moaned out, reaching behind you to grab at his hair.

You were so desperate that just a few licks already had you feeling close. No! You couldn’t lose! But his tongue felt soooooo good.

Eventually, your panties were too much of a hindrance for him. Grabbing the thin material, he harshly pulled at them until they ripped right off of you. You gasped at his show of strength. Normally it would make you angry but you couldn’t think about that when his tongue was back on your clit.

Jungkook licked and slurped up all of your juices, sucking at your clit and pulling the most desperate of noises from you. Your squeals fueled his own desperation, his mouth working overtime to bring you closer to the edge.

Your hips pushed back into his face, sensitivity running up your back but you wanted more. You haven’t cum in over 2 weeks and you didn’t think you could handle it anymore.

Jungkook brought both hands up to roughly slap at your ass, pulling the cheeks apart to dive deeper into your cunt. His own cock felt hard enough to cut glass. He needed to be inside of you. Bet be damned.

Standing to his feet, he tugged his sweats down just below his cock, giving it a few tugs before diving into your heat.

Your mouth dropped and you could have cried from relief at the feeling of his cock stretching you open.

He immediately set a fast pace, wanting to make you cum as soon as possible.

You reached your arms back, silently telling him you needed support. Ever so in tune with you, he grabbed both of your arms, tugging you back so that your chest was hovering over the island stool.

“We’re never doing this shit again. I’m gonna have this pussy when I want. Understand?” He growled out but you couldn’t even hear him, your ears ringing as mind numbing pleasure coursed through you.

Your head hung low and your knees shook from weakness. You were going to cum and you were going to cum hard.

But the bet……your resolve was crumbling. Who the hell cared which one of you was more horny? At least you were horny for one another and that’s what mattered.

His cock jammed right into your soft spot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as a pleasured smile spread on your face.

“Now cum on this cock.”

You were about to but then you remembered what would happen if you lost. That could not happen!

Gathering your last brain cells that he hadn’t knocked loose, you stood up, wrenching your arms from his grasp and stumbling away from him.

Your pussy throbbed with wanting to cum but you had to hold strong.

Both of you sat in silence as you tried to regain your breath and you made the mistake of looking at your husband.

The sight made you want to hop right back on his cock—he was dripping with sweat, his hair had come out of his ponytail and was being pushed back by one of his buff arms.

And his eyes were staring down at you hotter than a thousand suns. He was pissed.

“I…..won’t….lose….”You panted out.

His head tilted, jaw clenching and cock hard and shiny with your juices. Your mouth watered just looking at it.

“We’ll see about that.”

It was gonna be a long rest of the month.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Watching

Past -.- Next

Author’s note: Just what was he up to get caught in a fisher net? Let’s find out shall we!

Summary: Zadakael, is SO Normal. The Normal-est of his brothers. He’s not totally going to change them into a mer without their knowledge and have them be his spouse without them knowing.

Warnings: Stalking. Lurking. He’s A Bit Yandere. GN reader, None? Let me know if I need to add anything.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Zadakael had been swimming with a pod of his younger brothers and cousins, part of one of the mixed shoals that came about due to them landing on Ancient Terra, and he's so glad that he landed in the water, and not on land, because from what he's heard of others that had the misfortune to do that, they were likely wounded in some way, some badly enough to be unable to active the 'swim through air' ability. So landing near or in the water is preferrable, ideal really. He'd just heeded the call of one of their newest arrivals who'd landed on the beach and was badly wounded.

Some of the local humans already noticed the wounded Space Marine and had called for help to arrive, a few of the bonded humans sending messages to their Bonded Marines, who'd gotten into contact with him since he was closest and had an apothecary in training in his squad at the moment. Getting the flailing loyalist (which was Great, and made things usually easier) them being one of the bite-y little bastards aptly called Flesh Tearers had been slightly annoying to deal with.

But after some growling, and the older son of The Great Angel baring and hissing is fangs at the little idiot had the other letting them him and drag his stupid ass to the sea. He'd caught sight of a pretty human in a boat- carefully fishing. He'd put them out of his mind, at the moment. But, it's been several months and he still comes to this area, watching the human as they fish and boat in these waters, they are so lovely, and he hears them sing to themself, or talk to others over the primitive radio. They seemed to be an excellent hunter of fish and other sea creatures.

For some reason, they'd toss back some perfectly good food back to the sea, still, as he sometimes swam closer, making sure that they didn't notice him. The way they worked on the sea, and supplemented their income sometimes by doing tours with people that don't know the ocean as well. It's interesting to watch them talk, he feels something deep within his soul, as he swims after them. He's heard of Bonds and of what the other's feel when they find their bonded for the first time. It takes one of other brothers pointing it out to him with more teasing than he felt was warranted as he retaliated in kind about realizing he was newly Bonded.

He'd swum off, not in a huff, but to go find his pretty human and watch as they fish. He's startled, he hadn't realized he had gotten so close to their boat. He tries to dodge out of the way when their net catches him and a portion of a shoal of fish and he swears to himself as he tries to get out of the net without breaking it, or harming his human and much to his embarrassment, and he is so glad that none of his brothers or cousins are around to see this display of indignity. He hadn't meant to snap at them so, but he had meant to give them a touch of his blood, to increase the bond between the two of them.

He knows that his human will be drawn to the sea, far more than they were as a someone who uses the sea to make their coin. The soft press of their lips against his haunts his dreams for days after. He continues to watch and wait for them to return to the sea, informing his brothers and cousins that he's allied with in the local area of his human and to send him a message if they come back. To his delight they come back, it takes longer, a few weeks longer than he thought it would. He's so pleased that they have come back to the sea, and he swims up and out of the water a bit to talk to his human.

Crooning at them, Blood Angels are sought after, and thought to be highly attractive, and he knows that they had found him attractive, if intimidating when they first met him, and their reactions to him now are most pleasing as he teasingly flirts with his human, curling around their form and speaking with them. It is difficult, and he gives them a couple more kisses, each with yet another drop or two of his blood dripping into her mouth. He could ask them be his, but that could come with a Rejection. And the thought of them rejecting him has his hearts stinging with pain and has him want to curl around them and drag them down to the depths where they would need him in order to survive.

He shakes off those thoughts. No- no, he has a plan, they will be his, he just needs to be a bit patient, and do this slowly, woo them, charm them. It is slowly starting to work, although some of the younger brothers and cousins that he's been given charge of are being curious little shits and have also started talking to his Human, which he allows, after sternly telling them the Rules, and that they are his human, his bonded, which they are happy for him for. The Flesh Terror keeps teasing him about how he's being a love sick fool.

Which he properly punishes the uppity bratling Scout for and makes him learn respect by having the other go through harder training than normal, and without help from the rest of the squad for being a lippy little bastard. His mood almost always seems to get better when he gets to see his human, they are so lovely, so clever and he is getting to know them. He also, does apologize to them properly for scaring them when they first met, explaining that they had surprised him by managing to catch him in a net, and that he shouldn't have threatened them like that. Also, he'd given them an apology gift, made from sea glass and pearls that he'd carefully harvested, with twine he'd found and cleaned. He had been so pleased when his human had accepted his gift, and after a few weeks, and said that they accepted his apology.

[tikiki05]

Anon talking about Ghostflower fans fake concern for Margo is how they are with Starling too. The double standards the Ghostflower shippers have specifically for Miles' black love interests is nuts. Starling is surviving on her own and her only family is her grandpa, the super villain Vulture, who is batshit crazy even though he does love her a lot, but Starling understandably feels she can no longer have a relationship with her grandpa because of the terrible crimes he's done and is doing and the lies he told her. Despite being on her own and dealing with her own trauma, Starling doesn't just say she cares about Miles, she shows it and has always had his back 100% even if it has meant risking her life because she loves him and he loves her. One of the many reasons Starling and Miles are so good together is because they both stand on business and are not afraid to lay everything on the line for the people they love. Starling also cares about Miles mentally and physically as Miles not just Spider-man and regularly encourages and pushes him to communicate his feelings, and ultimately convinces him to start therapy. The Ghostflower shippers response to Starling? "Oh she's so mean, she's got nothing going for her other than being a love interest, she's so unlikeable, she's so badly written." Which is false by the way. Miles and Starling have been dating for years, she is a good character who continues to be developed and people who aren't just trying to push Miles with Gwen, like Starling when they discover her, which is why the Ghostflower shippers see her as a threat. Compare Ghostflower shipper's response to Starling with their response to ATSV Gwen who has been in contact with Miles for less than a week, treats Miles like a kid, lies to him, says great things about the spider-society to him (which she did not have to do) even though she knows they view Miles as a mistake and he will feel like an outsider because he isn't part of them, doesn't take Miles' feelings on anything into consideration, agrees with letting Miles' dad die and then works with the society to help capture Miles to make it happen, launches a motorcycle at him and endangers his life, does absolutely nothing to reassure him when Miguel is yelling at him that he doesn't belong and is slamming him against the train, then tells Miles "it's for your own good", treats her band friends like shit and tries to stop Miles from saving Pavitir's captain. Gwen did not have Miles' back in ATSV even though he had hers and the other spiders' in ITSV. Spider-Gwen/Ghostflower fans response to this? "Gwen didn't know better! She's dealing with trauma! She was brainwashed! She's lonely and sad! She has NOOOBBOODDYYYYYYYY!!! She's misunderstood! She has sooo much she's going through!!! Anyway it's a love story!!! They're soulmates so he'll get over it!!! Gwen deserves happiness!!!! She's trying her best!!! You people hate Gwen and lack media literacy!!!" Again, Starling comes from a traumatic background but has always been there for Miles, yet Ghostflower/Spider-Gwen fans have zero care for Starling's struggles, but will make every excuse for Gwen. And I'm not trying to hate Gwen but her treatment of Miles was very much fucked up and the way it's dismissed by Ghostflower shippers is mad, especially because Hobie and Spiderbyte also had shit to lose going against Miguel but they still did the right thing even though they only just met Miles, they respected him with actions not just words in a way Gwen did not.

Good morning and thank you for the info-dumping ask! This Starling character sounds so cool! And I’m obsessed with her name, Starling? That is so adorable! And from what you’ve told me of her, she sounds utterly fascinating!

The way you break down not only all of Gwens behavior in ATSV but also her stans/ghostflower shippers response to it was just so spot on, truthishly. Me personally, I don’t necessarily blame her for doing less cause I do really feel for her difficult home-life situation, but I definitely acknowledge that she could have done more! And should have! She and all the other spiders are super smart, I am not! They could have figured something out! She could’ve gone to Hobie for help earlier! Or Peter! Or someone, so she could have not done everything that she did

And I never thought about how Hobie and Margo compare to her, thank you for pointing that out as well. Margo is just like Gwen in terms of how the spider society is her escape from her personal familial home life, but when faced with helping Miles at disobeying Miguel? At risking losing her safe space? Barely any hesitation! She got his ass home (not really but yk) and away from the feral vampire man trying to get him! And she barely knew him! She didn’t even really have any context to the whole canon event thing cause she wasn’t there for it. As others have said previously, she saw a Black boy in need and just helped him! As did Hobie. Love these two, need to get more obsessed with them for real, ugh! /pos

Thanks again for sending this in, it really made my morning! Have a lovely fall day, in enjoy something nice and spiced <3

[cupofsapphics]

Hi! In case you're still accepting requests, may I ask for fluff prompt #8? Maybe they're both working silently and reader rests for a while, adoring Larissa quietly, then that's where it happens. Thank you!

prompt 8 - “it’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you.”

a/n: hi anon this is so bad and I’m so sorry but I forced myself to finish it cause I've been pushing it back for too long. I was gonna post this last night before I went to bed but I passed out w it open so

Being a teacher at Nevermore meant hardly getting any peace, days mostly filled will trouble-making students. Halls were always occupied with students, whether they were running around or joking around with their friends. Today was no different, but you had trouble focusing more than usual. You woke up late and didn’t have enough time to order your coffee at the Weathervane. The entire day seemed to slow and you felt the headaches come in waves. By the end of all your classes, you were a mess. You felt relieved but felt as if you were missing something important. Oh. The weekly staff meeting, right? Looking at your watch, you quickly grab your phone and a few notebooks and head up to the library.

The meeting went smoothly, with teachers sharing ideas and how they progressed with their students so far. You spoke little throughout the meeting, just doing your best to stay awake. You were so focused on doing so that you didn’t notice a certain blonde sitting at the head of the table looking at you worriedly. After what felt like ages, the meeting was finally over. However as you were about to rise from your chair, you heard her voice call out to you.

“Y/N, I would like to discuss something with you. Please stay for a bit.”

You mentally groaned. Larissa Weems may be a beautiful, tall, gorgeous woman, but today was just not your day. But what choice did you have?

“Of course.”

As the last teacher left the room, you searched your surroundings for the tall blonde. No Larissa. You frowned, why would she make you stay longer if she wasn’t going to be here herself? Your thoughts were interrupted by the library door opening. The woman that you were searching for popped through the door with a coffee in her hand. She gracefully walked over to you and put the coffee down on the table.

“You seemed out in the clouds in that meeting. I assume you didn’t have your daily dose of caffeine.”

You looked up at her and gave her a sheepish smile. Drinking a sip of coffee, you could already feel the irritation, headaches, and sleepiness fade away. You looked up once more to say ‘thank you’, but she was already looking at you with something close to adoration. You could feel yourself turn slightly red under the attention of the taller woman until the silence was finally broken.

“How about you stay in the library with me and get some work done? After all, we don’t want you sleeping on the job, do we?” She gave a knowing grin as your cheeks flushed even more. You just had to finish some work next to your stunning boss in a secluded library. Absolutely no big deal about that.

“Of course, let me go to my room to get all the papers I need to grade. I’ll be back.” With that, you rushed out of the library, to your room, and back to the library. You didn’t even look at her as you took your seat across the table and started grading papers, no matter how hard you could feel those breathtaking eyes burn through you. Paper after paper, grade after grade, you could sense the effects of the coffee wearing off. You decided to take a break, pushing all the papers to the side and resting your head on the table. Wanting to see what the other woman was doing, you turned your head, resting on your elbows. Her brows were furrowed and her lips pursed while she was typing an email on her laptop. God, those red lips. It’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you.

The working woman’s head perked up right when you finished that thought. Or did you say it out loud? Oh shit. She silently rose from her chair and made her way toward you slowly, making you more nervous with each step. Closely approaching you, she smirked as you tried your best to apologize.

“I-I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It was unprofessional of me.” You looked away, not wanting to meet her piercing gaze. You felt a warm hand grab your face to gently make you face Larissa. Nervously, your eyes went from the ground to her face.

“Don’t be. I quite liked it. Say it again.”

God, this woman was going to be the death of you.

[loosingmoreletters]

1. Thank you and That One Anon for making the English speaking fandom for Weapon Creator!

2. In the name of bullying Yun Taeheon, I need his reaction to Mun Doyun- aka the B rank assassin that was Shin Junseo’s guild leader. Cuz objectively, Yun Taeheon knows a lot can happen in a year and stuff, but also he’s an S-rank leader of a top guild that is willing to give Shin Junseo just about anything and he still cannot recruit him. And then there’s this B-rank nobody (to him) who specifically hired Shin Junseo - as a D rank weapon creator who could only make an average knife every 20 seconds - BC HE HAD A SKILL THAST DESTROYED THE BLADES HE USED. Literally the same reason!! But no, somehow Yun Taeheon is losing this race.

Even better if he somehow gets more backstory or through some time shenanigans he meets the other Mun Doyun, who is basically the reason Shin Junseo is even as good as he is. Like, the reason sjs learned all he could and stuff. Anyway, yth being objectively, obviously on a higher level than this dude and yet still absolutely seething at the very idea of how much he apparently is not measuring up. How do you think that should go?

also, looking at the firsts chapter and think the first chapter and I think Sjs could be the little kid at the very beginning? Meaning that he has grown up in he world of hunters and gates, giving some cool world building to how this is a whole generation of ppl growing up with gates and magic.

However, for the sake of getting more of your sugar daddy au, I am ignoring that. Or maybe it could be incorporated, like- yth was trying to figure out how to ask sjs for just, an actual relationship. And sjs had stopped their contract after signing onto the guild. Extra tension!! Cuz obviously yth wasn’t gonna reach out and be like, “Hey, so that didn’t work out…”

glad to be of service!!!!! taking it from the bottom here, you mean this kid?

Huh! Now that you mention it, that could track! Would be rather interesting too as I'd put this kid somehwere between 8 and 12, which implies dungeons have been a thing for much longer than just a couple of years. Tho I assumed the adult in the next panel was YTH, so hmmm. But also what does this say about the state of his family. where the fuck are they. I need answers. And also I'd love some worldbuilding around growing up in such a world. In SCTIR, one of my fave things is to linger on like, the first weeks after the dungeon breaks. how did legislation change, the government, the way people reacto to this-

"In the name of bullying YTH" man we really all just took a look at this guy, who is probably meant to be like a cool badass character and decided we shall treat him like our sibling's new boyfriend and thus make fun of hinm. huh. god given right to bully the man.

But yeah, do you think YTH assumed just a little bit that SJS had like weird trauma. and also like- okay full confession time. when I started reading this, I assumed this guy would be our love interest second protag. I mean. look at him and SJS reaction to praise

and the way SJS also thinks of this guild in the future memories he receives? a place where he was accepted, found friends, where they kept pushing forward together- Listen. also the way it lingers on MDY's body there. I'm just saying, the vibes are accurate. to me.

Anyway, YTH does have the vibes of somebody who is incredibly understanding but privately also has beef with a dead man. he knows it's unfair and stupid, but also he could buy SJS a god damn pent house apartment. he would. that and any item he wants. actually I just realized while typing this would've been really fucking great to insert into my little soulmate fanfic given I did toss in like one sided bonds existing there. something to consider for the future.

But man, I think it would be interesting if SJS is confronted with him again also in the context of like, SJS not recognizing MDY's brother despite his future memories, which sure has some implication. I told a friend that like my assumption is that Mun Dojin died in the other timeline and I desperately need him and SJS to talk because even if the memories SJS has never actually existed here, that still sort of makes him the only person MDJ can talk to.

actually, man. this would make anything SJS/YTH even funnier. here's your crush. there's your crush's vampire familier and his ex guildmaster's (former bf's??????) little brother. god I need MDJ and Elizabeth to show up more often. slkdfhsldkh sorry got entirely off track here.

OKAY BACK TO SUGAR DADDY AU- I just realized how fucking hilarious this would also be because like. SJS manages to bag one man and it's this big shot guild leader. and instead of signing up with his guild, he goes to these small nobodies. like, it probably just makes sense to SJS. This was a job, now here is another, newer job. Life goes on.

YTH meanwhile is the math meme. Min Huisu told him to get a social life. he paid someone for that, but the guy turns out to be actually cute and fun, so he'd like to have a relationship that is not just superifical. and this guy just. mcfucking signs on to a guild he hasn't even heard of. f in the fucking chat

[redheadspark]

Hi! May i request 'falling head over heels in love' with oliver wood for the May prompts please? 💛

A/N - Hello! I love this request, I think this is perfect for Oliver! Thanks for the request, anon!

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Summary - Who knew Oliver Wood would find himself in such a predicament

Warnings - Just some cute fluff :)

"Alright, Wood. You're taking over the Keeper post,"

Wood shot up from his bench with his broom in hand, rolling his shoulders before throwing his leg over his broom and kicking off. Taking to the sky within a second, Oliver grinned from ear to ear in hopes of making a good impression on some of his coaches that were watching and taking notes. He was ready for it, sporting the worn gloves that he had for years and used in school, his lucky boots with his particular brown laces that he never took off the shoe, and the practice sweater that he got when he was hired on the reserve team

Today was a great day: he was trying out to be on the immediate team for Puddlemere United.

He was on the reserve team for a few months now, and although he was simply happy on being the team in general and being in the club, he knew he was meant for more. He went to every game in hopes he would be called up to guard the posts, but it never happened. But he never let that break his spirit, he would rather be there on the bench at every game and fighting hard in every practice than anywhere else. Any other job was up his alley, but this was all he dreamt of and all he ever wanted.

Now he was going to show what he was capable of.

One of the Chasers trying out for the first team started throwing quaffles at him as he was hovering between the three posts. Oliver took care of them with ease, blocking each one with quickness and with agility. All those years of being the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain worked in his favor, let alone being the Keeper since he was a second year at Hogwarts. He used all kinds of moves to block the posts: hitting the quaffle back with the back of his broom, and doing his own twist and turns to stop near goals, it was magnetic to him.

Almost like dancing, but on his broom.

"Alright, let's get the Beaters who are trying out on the other end of the field," Oliver was taking a small break on his broom, still hovering in the air as the tryouts with the fresh potential quidditch players. At least a dozen of them were trying out for only a few spots, including the reserve team. Oliver was not worried though, there were barely any Keepers that were trying out, and he was the only Keeper on the reserve team that was showing potential in moving up to the primary team.

He wasn't going to sweat over some new recruits, but he knew how they felt since he used to be on.

One Beater that flew up to the area on the field caught Oliver's eyes, a young female Beater who had a long braid down her back but looked to have intense eyes and a good grip on her club. He could see, even from his side of the pitch, that she played for some time. Some rookies players were too stiff on their brooms, almost like boards themselves. But others that have played for years knew how to play on the broom and work alongside it.

This Beater was a seasoned player.

The Bludgers were enchanted to boomerang with the Beaters, not hitting or going after others that were trying out or practicing on the pitch. Oliver watched in fascination as one bludger was being whacked at and swung by this Beater over and over, coming back second after second.

But the longer the Beater was hitting the bludger with her club, the farther she was hitting out. She wasn't slowing down, in fact, she looked like she could hit for hours and have no fatigue.

She hit the bludger extra hard, the bludger flew away from her so fast over in Oliver's direction. Oliver panicked for a quick second, ducking and rolling for one quick second as the bludge barely went over his head.

"SORRY!" He heard off on the other side of the pitch, Oliver perking up a bit to hear it came from the same Beater who caught his attention. He was about to answer when she called out again, "LOOK OUT!"

He was hit in the back of the head, and his vision was dark.

"Ah, he's waking up! I'll go let the coach know that the Healer won't be necessary, stay with him won't you?"

Olvie blinked a few times, his vision was beyond blurry and his head was throbbing. The lights above him were harsh to his eyes and were making him squint. He was in pain in his head. Mostly the back of his head, to which he was attempting to reach behind to touch the tender spot on his head. But a hand caught his hand before he could, a soft hand that also felt strong and intense at the same time.

"I wouldn't move a lot," A female voice said in worry, Oliver looked over in the direction and saw a dark silhouette against the lights above. He could almost see the features, but not completely.

"I think being too excited trying out as Beater got the best of me, and landed you here on your back. I'm sorry," She said, her voice was a bit clearer as Olvier was coming back to his senses. He finally saw the face that belonged to the voice: a heart-shaped face, bright green eyes that seemed to make Oliver think of the green grass on the pitch, and a long braid that was thick and had blond highlights on them.

Maybe Oliver did knock his head a bit too hard, since he thought she was so beautiful.

"It's okay," he finally said, noticing that he said nothing and she must have waited for him to respond to her apology. She grinned then, Oliver feeling his stomach flutter from seeing how her grin lighting up her face. He then reluctantly sat up a bit, finally noticing he was on a medical cot inside of the main Medical wing at the club.

"They wanted to make sure you weren't going to get any brain damage," She explained to Oliver as she tentatively took her hand away from his arm, fiddling with her fingers in front of her as she gestured to the door that lead out, "I think the others are now talking in how I nearly killed the Keeper for Puddlemere,"

"I'm on the reserve team actually," Olvier admitted, though now her eyes were big.

"The way you play and guard the posts? You should be the 1st Keeper!" She said in shock, then blushing a bit as Oliver chuckled.

"Why thank ya, you're too kind," Oliver replied, "The way you play is great too, you have a good arm usin' that club,"

"Thank you! I've been playing since I was a girl back at Hogwarts," She explained, Oliver perked up a bit from the mention of his Ala mater. He swing his legs over to sit on the side of the bed, right in front of both the person who gave him a massive headache, and who became his friend.

"Which house were you in?"

"Hufflepuff, why?"

"Just wonderin'. If you were a Slytherin, I would have held a grudge,"

She laughed, and Oliver knew he was a goner.

The End.

May Prompt Session

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