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reidsmanuscript · 2 days ago

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Meet the Minds

Summary: 4 years after that one time in a bar, on how your character Criminal Minds was born, and maybe how something else was also borned. Pairing: mgg x actress!reader Genre: friends to lovers?, fluff, mutual pinning TW: Public Scrutiny/Fame, reader has severally parents issues, plus they are passive aggressive but it's short i swear, brief mention of cheating, mgg takes a minute to appear i know im sorry, long introduction wc: 3.7k! A/N: hopefully someone will understand what I'm aiming for with both of my dear !readers, this is with the solely purpose to treat myself i fear Masterlist!

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Since that one time in a bar it has been 4 years. Your show City Lights has gotten big. And when you say big, it was BIG, and so did you.

You were wrapping up the third season of the show, with a renewed contract for the next season in hand and a few promising movie proposals. In the past four years, you and your friends have become famous. Not A-list famous, but enough that if any of you went out, someone would recognize you, or a few paparazzi might follow your every move.

The four of you had lived in the same apartment in New York ever since filming started on location. HBO wanted your friendship to feel authentic for the cameras, and boy, were you grateful for that… because they had become your true best friends—not just on TV, but in real life.

It was Ashley, Jack and Nathan. Something that always happens when you start a show and it gets views it’s that the whole crew becomes a big family. In the middle of the second season, you finally mustered the courage to ask the showrunner, Jeff Davis, if you could join the writers' table to pitch some ideas for your character. He agreed, and since then, some of the best storylines on the show had come from your contributions.

The thing was, your name brought in big numbers, and it had caught the attention of producers and showrunners alike. Criminal Minds had premiered a year ago, gained some traction, but they wanted to take it to the next level. So Jeff, the same creator of your show, called you and your agent to see if you could join the cast.

There were two problems. First, your schedule was already packed. Moving to L.A. for the shoot wasn’t an option—City Lights had you locked in for the fourth season, and there was a possibility you'd land the lead in a promising film. On top of that, you were still taking college classes from a foreign university at your parents' insistence. So, being a recurring character was out of the question.

Second, when they handed you the script, you hated the character. They wanted you to be the fan favorite, Spencer Reid’s love interest, and while you had no problem with that, the character itself didn’t sit right with you. She was this sweet, innocent woman, one who was a victim from one unsub, and Spencer, an addict, would find redemption through her. He’d get sober and everything would be perfectly happy. You thought it was dull.

For starters, you knew how controversial it would be for her to become his personal recovery center, but you also saw the potential in the character. So, you asked if you could rewrite her into something more dynamic, something with more depth. Given the trust Jeff had in you, he gave you free rein to make the changes.

“How’s it going?” Jack, one of your best friends and a Criminal Minds fan, asked, entering the living room.

“A surprisingly moving amount of absolute nothing,” you said jokingly, staring at the blank space.

“Oh, come on, dude! We’ve watched some of the episodes together! You know the vibe,” he said, sitting down on the couch beside you.

“Well, I know the vibe, I just don’t know how to write it.” you said throwing your hands to the air in a comically exasperated way.

“Well, I know the vibe, I just don’t know how to write it,” you said, dramatically throwing your hands in the air, exasperated.

“Guess who’s gone viral again!” Nathan breezed into the room, flashing you a grin. He played your love interest on City Lights, and the fans went wild for your on-screen chemistry. But the truth was, you two were nothing more than really good friends. There was no romance, just a strong, platonic bond.

“Ugh... please tell me it’s for the right reasons.” You shut your eyes and let your head flop back against the couch.

Nathan tossed you his phone, then leaned casually on the backrest of the couch, Jack scooting closer to get a better look.

“What is it? Another red sauce scandal?” you asked, scrunching your nose at the thought.

Let me tell you something: becoming famous at 17 or 18 leaves you with a digital footprint that you'll wish you could erase by the time you’re 23.

He handed you his phone, showing a new release from Austin, your ex-boyfriend. The song title was painfully obvious—"Still Stuck on You." The lyrics left no room for interpretation, and the message hit you like a ton of bricks. Austin had written another song about you, and this time, he made it clear.

“Oh, you've got to be kidding me! This is like the third one this year!” Your mouth hung open in disbelief as Jack, who had burst out laughing, took the phone from your hands and started scrolling through the Twitter comments.

He had been your “boyfriend” four years ago, but only for PR purposes. When you found out he’d cheated, you broke up with him. He begged and cried, and it was pathetic. Since then, Austin had turned your brief relationship into his whole persona. He released songs that were painfully obvious about you, dated women who looked eerily like you, and spent interviews throwing shade, spreading lies, all for attention. The problem? You were skyrocketing, gaining fame in ways he could never have predicted, and he—well, he was still stuck on you.

Your phone started ringing somewhere around the apartment, a FaceTime call vibrating through the cushions. You rummaged through the pillows on the couch, cursing under your breath as you came up empty.

“Seriously, how do you always lose it?” Nathan said, appearing behind you with a smirk. He found your phone wedged between the couch cushions and handed it to you just as you answered the call. As he did, you reached into your back pocket, pulling out a dollar bill and placing it in his open hand.

See, you had a special talent for losing your phone around the house, and your friends turned it into a game. Every time you misplaced it and one of them found it, you owed them a dollar.

“Bitch have you seen it?!” Ashley squealed from your phone, her voice laced with urgency.

“It's like jumpscare! you know it’s coming but it’s always surprisingly disappointing!” you replied, rolling your eyes.

“Somebody said, ‘Are you writing a memoir or just trying to hit the ‘most dramatic ex’ award this year?’” You all chuckled at Jack’s reading.

“Gotta go, some stylist is calling me. Love ya, bye!” Ashley hung up quickly, going back to her photoshoot, leaving you to shake your head and wish her good luck.

Jack kept giggling at the comments, lost in the chaos of Austin’s latest stunt. Meanwhile, you stared blankly at your screen, the cursor blinking mockingly back at you.

Nathan gave you a playful shove. “You know what’s really offensive? The tempo on that track. It’s like he’s trying to be edgy but doesn’t understand how syncopation works.”

“Hmm, well, what else could you expect? Maybe you should make your own song about it, something with a real sense of rhythm,” You said absently, still staring at the screen, the cursor blinking in a never-ending challenge.

“And you should start writing that, maybe throw in a little revenge of your own,” he said, nudging his chin toward the computer screen with a grin. You frowned at him, your gaze drifting back to the cursor as you considered his words.

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You were studying—actually studying—sitting in the mini studio with notes scattered in front of you, calculator by your side, silently frustrated as you tried to make sense of the numbers. Ashley was on the other side of the desk in front of you, pacing and memorizing her lines, back and forth, her voice echoing in the room. Your grip tightened on your pencil, eyes flicking over the work in front of you, when your phone buzzed. Another message.

"We’ve heard about your 'plans,' but it’s hard to take them seriously when you can’t commit. It’s cute to 'explore options,' but at some point, you’ll have to stop playing around and think about your future. Don’t you want to be taken seriously?"

Maybe it was the sound of your phone tapping against the wood of the table, or the way your hand instinctively went to your eyes, trying to stop the threatening tears, that tipped Ashley off. She paused, looking up from her lines, eyes narrowing as she caught the shift in your mood, as she made it to your way, reading the message still open on your phone that had already sunk in, the familiar sting.

Ashley didn’t hesitate. She pulled you into a hug, still standing while you were sat, one arm wrapping around your shoulders tightly as she murmured, "Fuck them. Seriously. You don’t need their crap." She squeezed you harder, as if to prove the point. "You're better than any of that. Don’t let their bullshit get to you." Her voice was fierce, a protective edge in every word.

The relationship with your parents was complicated, to say the least. You'd tried to make them proud, but it was never enough. Now, more than ever, you’d rebel when you chose to become an actress. It felt ridiculous—like you were still studying against your will, trying to prove something you didn’t even want to.

"I mean, what the fuck will it take for them to take me seriously? A fucking Oscar? Have some damn patience—I’m working on it," you spat, voice shaky, leaning into Ashley as tears threatened to spill.

She sighed, pulling you in a little tighter. “Fuck them,” she muttered, her voice low but firm. “They don’t get it, and honestly, they probably never will. But you’ve got this. You’re doing something they can’t even begin to understand. Don’t let their bullshit get to you.”

You let out a bitter chuckle. “Well, at least it wasn’t a call. I swear it’s pathetic how every time I get mad, I just cry.”

Ashley pulled you into a tight hug, her voice soft but firm. “Forget about them for a second, okay? You don’t need to study right now. You’ve been working your ass off. Take a break. You’re allowed to feel pissed off without worrying about your grades for a few minutes.” She pulled back just enough to look you in the eye. “You’re doing your best, and that’s all that matters.”

With a last shaky breath and wiping away the tears that had escaped, you nodded. Ashley sighed, her voice soft but firm. “Hey, enough with the studying for now. You’ve been pushing yourself way too hard. Wanna get cute and go out for some coffee?” She gave you a small, reassuring smile. “You deserve a break.”

You chuckled, truly this time, and shook your head. "Maybe later. You finish with your lines, and I’ll… go grab some snacks," she nodded, giving you a smile, picking up the forgotten script.

You were still shaken, even frustrated at how powerless you felt around your parents, and how you reacted to your feelings. You cried, and sometimes words became hard to find. You wished you could scream and destroy everything, just let it all out, like those female rage characters, but for now, you were left in silence.

Which gave you an idea.

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That’s how you ended up creating your character—in a fully cathartic, all-nighter frenzy, shaping her with layers of meaning. Like her nickname, “Woody,” a nod to Nathan’s favorite movie, Toy Story—a little inside joke, a quiet way of taking revenge in your own way.

She was everything you weren’t, and at the same time, everything you were.

And then there was her best friend, Austin—played by Jack, of course, since he was a huge fan of the show—who you took every opportunity to be mean to, just for the fun of it.

You’d never admit it, but the line “Austin is not my boyfriend”? Yeah, that had a little extra bite to it. A double meaning, if you will.

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The producers loved it. The depth of your character, how dark her storyline was. Because if you really want to keep the audience engaged? Give them two characters who are absolutely perfect for each other—but can’t be together.

And when the idea of adding Jack came up, they agreed immediately. What’s better than one City Lights star joining the show? Two City Lights stars.

But they had asked you to keep the secret from everyone, including the current cast. Who you'll be meeting and revealing your characters to in the table reading

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Jack and you were currently at ABC’s costume department, standing in front of a mirror while the costume designer and a wardrobe assistant made final adjustments to your outfits.

“Man, I’m boiling in here,” you groaned, peeling off the red shirt as the wardrobe assistant jotted down notes about the fit.

Jack, meanwhile, admired himself in the mirror, dramatically flipping back the leather jacket he was trying on. “Do I look tough? Like, would you trust me with your deepest, darkest secret?” He smirked, striking a pose straight out of an action movie.

The costume designer, pinning a hem on your sleeve, barely glanced up. “You look like an extra in a bad '90s biker film.”

“You look like you're about to challenge a middle schooler to a dance battle,” you added, crossing your arms.

Jack gasped, clutching his chest. “Wow. Zero faith in me.”

“More like zero intimidation factor” You said from the changing room, a few moments later, you stepped out wearing a white shirt and black vest, and flashed Jack a playful grin. “So, do I finally look like the child my parents can brag about?” you joked, adjusting the vest slightly.

The wardrobe assistant shot you a thumbs up, clearly impressed with the fit.

“Are you maxing out someone's card again?” A voice asked behind you.

You turned around to see Matthew grinning. You chuckled, scrambling for a response. “Well… I’m not legally allowed to talk about it,” you said, cringing internally.

Man, you were awkward without alcohol in your veins.

He chuckled, stepping closer to pull you into a brief hug in greeting. You’d already worked together on The Beauty Inside, so the familiarity was there—comfortable, easy, playful even.

“So what are you doing here?” He asked.

“Ummm well..” You turned to Jack with panic in your eyes. Jack, ever the performer, didn’t miss a beat. “We’re actually here to stage a heist. High-stakes, top secret.” He waggled his eyebrows.

You groaned, shoving his shoulder. “We’re doing costume fittings.”

Matthew raised a brow, clearly amused. “Costume fittings, huh?” His gaze flickered to the wardrobe racks surrounding you. “For something unannounced?”

You hesitated, your lips pressing into a thin line. “I plead the fifth.”

Jack threw an arm around your shoulders. “She’s under strict secrecy orders, but between us?” He leaned in conspiratorially. “It 's big.”

“Jaaack,” you warned, dragging out the 'a' in a clear sign for him to be careful.

“Well, if you’re in it, I bet it is,” he said, smirking at you.

You chuckled, clearing your throat. “Soo, what are you doing here?”

“Well, this is kinda where I work,” he said with a shrug teasing. Right. This was where the cast of Criminal Minds did their fittings, although the producers had made sure you were not scheduled together to avoid leaks.

You raised an eyebrow, looking around the room. "Here? In the costume department?"

He grinned, clearly enjoying your confusion. "Yep, I mean, what else would I be doing here? Getting my wardrobe ready for my big role?" he added, his tone mock-serious. “What are you supposed to be, by the way? A real estate agent? I bet you’re just one property listing away from a deal of the century,” he said, eyeing your clothes.

You chuckled again. “No, um… I’m actually a very boring banker,” you said, biting your lip to keep from smiling too much. Like get a hold of yourself girlie, he’s just a tall, handsome man, with nice hair and curls and pretty eyes, and gentle. Somebody, hand me a glass of water, or wine, whichever is easier.

The costume designer called your name, already holding more clothes in her hands. "We need to finish these adjustments, sweetheart."

You nodded, trying to shake off the distraction. "Right, I’ll be right there."

Matthew smirked, taking it as his cue to leave. "I guess I'll let you continue. Good luck being a banker," he teased, giving you one last look.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "Thanks, Matthew," you said, turning toward the designer as he walked off.

Jack, who had been quietly observing from the corner, chimed in with a grin. "Yeah, because nothing says ‘big role’ like a banker in slacks."

You shot him a playful glare. "Oh shut up, Johnny Bravo," you joked, laughing as he dramatically posed in response.

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The producers stood at the front of the room, their eyes scanning the assembled cast. There was a buzz in the air—everyone was settling in, ready for the read-through to begin. After a quick round of hellos and some introductions, one of the producers, a tall woman with a clipboard, stood up to speak.

“Alright, everyone, before we dive in, we have a very exciting addition to the cast today. You’re about to meet someone who is going to bring a lot of depth and intensity to the world of Criminal Minds.” The showrunner smiled at you, saying your names and introducing the new character you’d be bringing to life.

Jack, sitting beside you, was doing his best to keep his cool, but the way he gripped his script gave him away. His knuckles were turning white from how tightly he held the pages, and you couldn’t help but smirk. Leaning toward him, you whispered, “That’s not bubble wrap.”

His eyes flicked to yours, and he whisper-shouted, “That’s Mandy Patinkin sitting right there. Do you have any idea how my mom would react if she were here?”

You chuckled under your breath, keeping your eyes on the table. Across from you, Matthew sat diagonally, flipping through the script with a furrowed brow. When he glanced up, he shot you a mock-offended look and mouthed, “Liar.”

You choked back a laugh, quickly mouthing “Sorry” with a small shrug just as the producers began reading.

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The reading session had concluded, and you were chatting with Paget about how much you had loved her in Friends. Meanwhile, Jack was across the room, subtly—well, not so subtly—trying to get an autograph from Mandy.

From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of Matthew making his way toward you, but pretended not to notice, keeping your attention on Paget. You had a feeling he was about to make some kind of remark, and you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of expecting it.

“You should be careful with her, she lied to me and told me she was going to be some boring banker,” he finally said, warning Paget with a smirk,

You turned to him with an unimpressed look. “I’ll take that as I’m good at my job”

Paget raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the exchange. “Oh, so she tricked you? That’s embarrassing, Gubler.”

Matthew placed a hand over his chest in mock offense. “I was misled! Deceived! Here I was, thinking I had met a perfectly normal, unassuming banker, only to find out she’s infiltrating our world.”

She laughed and patted his shoulder before the showrunner called her, leaving you alone with him.

“Nice shoes, by the way,” he said, looking down at your mismatched Converse—one deep red and the other black, matching your red top.

You chuckled. “Thanks. People keep making fun of me on the internet, saying I must've rushed out of the house.”

He laughed and pulled up his pants, revealing his mismatched socks—one purple with yellow dots and the other blue with bananas. “Well, that’s because they’re boring.”

“Oh God, they’re so cool,” you genuinely liked how bizarre they were.

“Hey, I saw your name on the last page of the credits... Did you write those episodes?” he asked, kind of amazed.

“Well, I um... added some minor stuff, really,” you said, lying a little. “Just to make her more sarcastic and fun… like, I can’t wait to get covered in blood for the shots.”

He laughed just as Jack reappeared, clutching his freshly signed Mandy Patinkin autograph like it was the Holy Grail. “I blacked out for half of that conversation, but I think I played it cool.”

“Yeah, sure, if you say so.” You were about to say something more when a producer called for both of you.

With an apologetic smile, you said goodbye to Matthew, but before you turned around, he called out, “Can I get your number this time, or do I have to wish we get cast together again?”

You laughed, shaking your head as you handed him your number. “I guess I’ll wait for your call.”

“You better pick up. There are some scenes I think will need some rehearsal.” His words made your stomach flip, and a flush crept up your face.

Pressing your lips together to stop yourself from smiling too much, you retorted, “You better be quick. My schedule is full.” That made him chuckle.

The producer called for you again, and you made your way toward him and Jack, still feeling the warmth of the moment lingering. You once promised yourself to not-date-coworkers. Maybe if those coworkers weren’t so funny and handsome you wouldn’t reconsider your own words.

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oatmealwrites · 3 days ago

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Jealousy! Jealousy! [NSFW]

Oncology student! Frat VP! Jealous Suguru x F Reader [part of Holiday Hoes! series]

holiday hoes masterlist | JJK masterlist | regular masterlist

Synopsis: While out gift shopping with Suguru for a belated holiday gift for a certain white haired man, you can't help but notice the annoyed behavior of your best friend. He's distant and cold leaving you confused and irritated. All the while, he's forced to spend his Friday afternoon watching you so carefully picking out a gift for his best friend when the two of you could be doing anything else. It's dumb to crush on his friend, and even dumber to silently mope while wishing you would finally pay attention to man next to you-- especially considering he's oblivious that you feel the same way.

Tags: friends to lovers, frat AU!, Suguru is a panty thief, hopeless pining, Shoko is in on it, some angst [you guys get into a fight], Suguru calls reader a slut, mentions of self insecurity, Suguru has tongue piercing, public makeout, hickies galore, sucking on titties, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, public sex, dressing room shenanigans, p in v, no condom, creampie, doggy position, premature ejaculation, established relationship at end, everyone knows y'all did it, reference to potential round 2, 18+, MDNI

word count: 11.3k [whoops]

[essentially porn with plot haha]

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The interior of Suguru and Satoru’s shared apartment is a warm haven from the winter storm that roars outside; wind howls as the snow falls steadily coating the roads and sidewalks. Snacks and soft drinks litter the coffee table in the living room as Shoko cracks a window open to blow the smoke from her cigarette outside and away from the group.

An old horror movie plays on the TV, one Choso had picked out citing the choice as a recommendation from Yuji, as you sit on the couch next to Suguru scrolling absentmindedly on your phone. Your feet are thrown in a comfortable position diagonally over his lap as a throw blanket covers you both. It’s the same position the two of you usually sit in whenever you happen to be over.

Despite being in their shared apartment, Satoru is out assisting Megumi with reviewing material for a gen-ed requirement bio class while the small group waits for his return; the evening plan was to drink at your usual pub in a few hours.

“Ah, shit…” you mumble quietly, leaning your chin into the collar of your quarter-zip jacket and biting slightly on the zipper.

Choso looks up from his position on the floor while going through a few potential board games to play and raises an eyebrow. “Hm? What’s up?”

Tossing the phone onto your upper chest, you lean back into the couch and throw your hands up in a long stretch. “I forgot to get Satoru’s stupid Christmas gift.”

“The holidays passed weeks ago. You need one now?” Shoko questions, blowing the last few puffs of smoke out of the window before shutting it firmly.

A few complaints and groans escape your lips instead of actually formulating a response, and Suguru chuckles while dodging your outstretched hand that’s thrown haphazardly in the air from your stretch. He takes your wrist and pushes it back into your lap before pivoting slightly to grab his drink from the table and shooting you a look to explain.

“Ah, it’s for your family dinner thing right?” Choso asks while he remains peering at the rules printed underneath the box of Monopoly in his hands.

“Mmm, yea. I totally forgot it was this weekend.”

Suguru keeps his eyes on your face but remains silent; everyone knew you and Satoru were close family friends yet the man at your side never made an effort to point it out.

Taking a sip from his beverage, he leans down closer next to you on the sofa and examines your contorted face. “I didn’t hear about this dinner from either one of you…”

“It was last minute– the Gojo family rescheduled a few times since they went on vacation for the new year. This weekend was open so they just confirmed the restaurant reservation a few hours ago.”

Shoko nods as she crouches next to Choso to sort through a few potential card games. “And you forgot to buy a gift so now you gotta get one.”

You bring your arms down to cross your chest with a sullen sigh in confirmation; Suguru sits forward to place his drink back on the table and shakes his head in disapproval slightly.

“On top of that, I have nothing to wear– the place it’s booked at looks super fancy.” You pause and sit upright, eyeing the woman on the floor. “Hey, lend me that dress you wore to the fall semester formal.”

Shoko shoots you a half smile. “No way– if I give you that, I’ll never see it again.”

Before you can sputter a response in defense, Suguru chuckles at your side and regains your attention. “I’ve seen your closet y/n. You definitely have something in there.”

“Yea, but nothing good.”

He raises an eyebrow but keeps the familiar smirk on his lips. He’s been in your room a million times before, all for platonic reasons so far; he knows you have more than enough clothes to wear something to this dinner.

“What about the dress you wore to the fall formal, the burgundy one?” He asks, gaze lingering on your lips a moment too long before peeling them to look back at your eyes.

“Nobara spilt some wine on it and the stain won’t come out. So I need new clothes.”

It’s an exaggeration, you do have other dresses, but most were either mini-mini meant for nightclubs or sundresses for the beach. Silently, you pull up the nearby mall directory of shops to scan through if any might have a few potential winter dresses still for sale; Suguru lifts the arm that was resting behind you on the couch to hold his chin as he watches.

“Shokooo, come with me to the mall,” you propose while remaining absorbed in your phone.

She points to a box of Jenga in Choso’s hands and nods in approval at his selection. “Nope,” she adds with a pop of the ‘p’. “I have to pick up Utahime from her part time job in an hour.”

Choso meets Shoko’s glance and raises an eyebrow when she winks knowingly at him; it takes a few moments to understand the implication. “O-Oh, I also can’t go. Yuji is with Nobara at the movie theater across town… so I have to pick them up…?”

You’re so engrossed in your phone that you don’t pay attention to the way Choso works out his questionable excuse slowly to gauge Shoko’s approval of his statement. After a few moments you look up and blink at both of them; Suguru is glaring at the two.

“Oh, that’s fine. Sugu–”

“He’s free!” Shoko interrupts while pouring the wooden bricks onto a clear opening of the table; Choso immediately assists in building a tower.

The man beside you grumbles before pulling out his own cellphone to check the time. “I guess I can take you. Satoru’s gonna be busy until 7… so you can’t linger in all the shops.”

“When have I ever–?” You pause and purse your lips when all three of them shoot you a knowing look. Raising your hands in defeat, you swing your legs off his lap and stand up. “Ok, ok, duly noted. Now come on, we’re burning daylight.”

Suguru sighs slightly, but doesn’t fight the way you pull him to his feet and shuffle him to the door. Winter coats are thrown on while the other two continue building a wooden block tower; Shoko leans over to whisper in Choso’s ear who seemingly comes to an epiphany before staring between you and Suguru.

You narrow your eyes at both of them and wrap a knit scarf around your neck while Suguru fishes around in the small basket by the front door for his car keys. Shoko shimmies up to lean on the edge of the couch.

“Have fun you two~”

Flipping her off, Suguru twirls his keys around his other hand and opens the door; the two of you making your way down the elevator and out of the lobby to his sleek black Audi parked in front. The ignition starts and he lets it run for a few minutes to let the engine warm up as you get situated in the passenger seat.

Everything is the same as it was when you last rode with him– it always was. The seat is still reclined to your preferred position, your residual hair ties and bobby pins sit in the car door basket, an old scrunchie is wrapped around the gear shifter, and even forgotten bracelets and rings sit in the console cup holders.

You ‘oooo’ when you find your missing class ring from undergrad and slide it on your right ring finger. “You know, I’m surprised the girls you bring in here don’t get pissed off and leave right away.”

Suguru looks up from queuing his Spotify songs and tilts his head. “What do you mean? Is the air freshener bad…?”

While yes, sometimes it smelled like a mix of smoke from the sessions he and his friends occasionally had in the car, the luxury Diptyque car fresher hid them nicely.

“No, it’s just that all my stuff is scattered around here.”

Suguru blinks and hums slightly before starting his music queue and putting the car in reverse to begin the drive. “Oh, I mean… I guess maybe that would happen.”

Curious to see what else you’ve left in his car, you loosen the slack on your seatbelt and peer into the back seat; Suguru is careful to avoid the potholes as you stretch over the console to dig around behind his chair. It’s mainly clean except for a few coins, parking tickets, and pens until a fabric strap gets your attention.

“Aha! You had my gym bag this whole time?” You snatch the university branded duffle bag and pull it into your lap. “I was arguing with Satoru for days about this– I can’t believe you had it.”

Suguru coughs slightly and peers down at it before reverting his gaze to the street and entering the highway. With excitement, you unzip the bag and dig through the contents you’re happy to be reunited with.

Sound-proof ear buds, insulated metal water bottle, perfume, and at least 2 sets of clothing are all neatly stored here; Suguru is adjusting the volume of the music when you dig through a bit more.

He glances down at your face through the corner of his eye and sucks in his bottom lip before smoothly changing lanes. “Everything alright there?”

You furrow your brows and pull clothing to the side in focus. “Huh? Oh yea…. Just missing something…”

Your underwear.

You're nearly 100% positive there should be at least 2 pairs in here. There’s always a set of dirty gym clothes and clean casual clothes tucked in this bag, and for whatever reason all other garments are here except your panties.

Weird. Did you forget to change out of your gym underwear and didn’t pack a replacement? That’s the only explanation right…?

“H-Have you heard this new EP? The band just released it.”

Suguru drags you from your thoughts and increases the volume a bit more; you sigh and zip the bag shut and throw it behind you in the back row again. You’ll remember it this time.

“I haven’t but it sounds good.” You hum while nodding your head to the beat.

His hands on the wheel are rubbing the leather up and down as he fidgets slightly; a single bead of sweat drips from his temple. Sighing, you open your phone and look at the mall directory once more, though this time for stores that might have a good gift for a certain white haired man.

“Hey, what did you get Satoru for the holidays?” You mumble while scrolling.

“Mmm, I gave him Nanami’s official schedule from the school portal.”

You look up at him and can’t fight the laughter escaping your lips as you stare at him in confusion. “Why-Why would you do that? How did you do that?”

Suguru chuckles in response to your own laughter and shrugs with a smile plastered on; his upper lip raising slightly to show off his canines. “He kept complaining that Nanami was always too busy to hang out. So I guessed his passwords and logged onto his uni account to download his course times.” Suguru turns to you with a devious smile. “Did you know he was taking a baking elective? And he has no classes thursday–friday?”

You shove his shoulder and shake your head with more giggles escaping your lips as Suguru finds himself staring at the way they part. Looking back at your phone, you sink into the seat a little.

“That’s good… but I can’t exactly do something of that caliber on such short notice, and not at the mall either.”

He hums and flicks on his turn signal to merge into the exit lane when a car cuts in front without warning. Slamming on the brakes, Suguru extends his arm to cover your chest at the abrupt action and veers to avoid rear ending the oblivious driver. Smoothly, he dips into the emergency lane for a brief moment before straightening the vehicle out and continuing to the exit ramp marked for the mall entrance.

“Fucking hell! Douchebag has no idea where he’s going–” He keeps his arm in front of your torso for an extended moment before returning it to the wheel. “Shit, are you ok?”

Heart rate up slightly from the near accident, you nod and pull on the locked seatbelt to release the vice it has across your chest. “Y-Yea, I’m fine.”

Suguru scans your face with worried eyes before turning his attention back to the road and navigating to the mall parking lot. Without any further potential collisions, he pulls into a decent spot, given the Friday rush, and parks the car.

“Ok, well aside from that shitty driver, we got here in one piece,” you offer while adjusting your scarf and taking a forgotten hair tie from the console, sliding it on your wrist.

Suguru sighs in emotional exhaustion and opens his door before starting the walk to the entrance with you at his side. The wind whips both of your hair in every direction, and the snow which had subsided for the drive begins to fall once more. Power walking to the entrance and huddled next to each other for warmth, you sigh in relief when you make it inside and in front of the building map.

“Ok,” you sigh while unwrapping your scarf slightly. “Where should we head to?”

Suguru drags a long index finger that adorns a matching undergrad class ring across the plastic sign. “Mm, there’s an electronics store on the second floor.”

“That might be too pricey..” You reach up and point to another block. “What about a cosmetics store? Do you know what skincare he likes?”

Suguru rubs the back of his head slightly; his long hair tousled freely down. “I’m not sure the particular brand… but I do know the packages he orders online are stamped as imports… I think from France, Japan, and Korea?”

You swallow thickly and remind yourself to raid Satoru’s bathroom drawers next time he pisses you off. “Ok then– let’s just head to the main department store. I can look for clothes for him and my dinner outfit there too.”

Suguru nods once and moves to walk beside you. “Good idea, it also limits the amount of time we spend here.”

You both seamlessly shuffle through the crowd; strollers, small children, and couples loiter in the walkways, but Suguru always ensures to look behind if he thinks you’ve drifted too far. He waits in front of the entrance as you squirm through a group of highschoolers and chuckles when you roll your eyes at how annoying it was to cut through them all.

Entering the department store, you both walk side by side towards the men’s section to go over potential items. Each hanger that slides across the rack is seemingly not good enough until you catch a particular pale blue crewneck sweater.

You pull it off the rack and hold it up before calling Suguru’s name; he looks up from his position a few aisles over and walks over.

“What about this?”

He looks it up and down and shrugs slightly. “Uh, sure?”

You scowl at the man and rest it along the hangers on the rack to get a better view of how the entire garment looks. “You’re not helping– I need to make sure it looks good.”

Suguru stands idly next to you, frustration building in his veins. He’s been to the mall with you dozens of times, both in a group and privately, but this particular time has him feeling agitated. He tells himself it’s because he hasn’t slept well recently, because he skipped lunch, or because he’s sick of walking around a packed shopping mall when you both could be back on his couch playing Jenga.

Realistically, it’s because of you. The way you're doting over every detail of a sweater for his best friend and not even giving the man at your side a sideways glance. It’s nothing new– you and Satoru have been family friends for years, but something about this moment seems to get under his skin more than usual.

Maybe because it’s the first time you and Satoru are going to be together without either one of you telling him about it. The thought of slowly getting isolated from your life does more than annoy Suguru: it terrifies him.

“Hellooo? Do you think it’s ok?”

“Hm?” He snaps out of his thoughts and examines the sweater. “Yes, it looks good. I’m sure he’d like it.”

You pause and huff slightly. You know Suguru well enough that something is bothering him, but you also know that if you push it, he’ll just retreat further. Dropping your gaze to the garment, you fish out the price tag from the collar and whine at the amount of zeroes printed

“Ok, well it was on this sale rack. So I’ll have it priced checked… and if it’s not on sale, I’ll go to the home section.”

You place the garment over your forearm and walk towards the woman’s section now–set on finding a dress for the weekend. Suguru trails behind you and apathetically looks at the clothing racks with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets; he’s making no effort to show his unamusement with the outing.

Trying your best to ignore the way he unzips his parka from the heat in the store and adjusts his pale gray crewneck, you make a beeline for the dress section. He follows you and stands beside you this time, no longer loitering several aisles over, and watches as you skim through a variety of options.

“Too long, too mature, too..eugh–” you mumble while sliding hanger after hanger down the rack until a clerk walks by.

“Hi there! Looking for anything in particular?”

You look up at the woman and shrug slightly. “Oh, no. Just browsing!”

Suguru stands silently at your side and the employee looks him up and down before noticing the sweater hanging over your arm. “Well, if you and your boyfriend want to color match, please let me know! We have a great selection of evening wear that just came in.”

You freeze and try to mumble an excuse while she smiles and promises to get a fitting room unlocked after you make your selection. Sighing in relief when she finally leaves, you turn to Suguru to make a joke when you notice him standing there with a frown across his face.

“That was awkward, hah. As if I’d want to match with Satoru–”

“Are you almost done?”

Stumbling slightly, you furrow your brows at the man before pivoting to face the clothing rack and slide a few more hangers down. Ok, now he is starting to make you annoyed too.

“Yea, geez. You can wait outside by the food court if this is too much.”

He scoffs and you ignore it before pulling out a satin mini dress that was tucked in between two other dresses. Someone had definitely tried to hide it, and lucky for you it was just your size.

Pulling it back and resting it on top of the other hangers, you admire the cut of the fabric. It was an A-line black satin mini dress with an open back and an overall length that would fall to your mid thigh. A little short for an evening dinner with family, but you could add tights and high boots to it to even it out.

“This is nice.” You run your hand down the fabric and admire the smoothness of the dress before pulling out the price tag. “A little pricey… but I would definitely wear it more than once.”

Suguru leans over your shoulder. “That?”

You spin and look up to face him. “What? You don’t like it?”

“Aren’t you going to a family dinner?”

“Yea– but I could wear this more than once.”

Suguru scoffs and folds his arms, his eyebrows furrowed to nearly a ‘V’. Having enough of his childish behavior, you mirror his position and stand upright. “Ok, what the fuck is your problem?”

He looks taken aback before rolling his eyes and retreating slightly; he looks away as if there was no issue. “Problem? I don’t have one. I just want to go home.”

You step forward to make up the distance he created. “No, you’ve been having a shitty attitude since we got to the mall. So what’s up?”

“I already said I’m fine, ok? Leave it.”

His voice raises and you increase your volume to match; it’s becoming an entire argument. “You’re lying. Just say what’s wrong so I can understand what your problem is.”

Suguru steps forward and looks down at you menacingly, the intimidation causing you to back up slightly and hit your lower back on a clothing hanger. “I don't have a problem. If you want to dress like a slut at his family dinner, then go ahead.”

There’s a silence that immediately follows as the words leave his lips and you stand there frozen. Never, has Suguru ever called you a slut. Not once.

When your shitty ex-boyfriend called you one for having male friends, Suguru was there to argue on your behalf. And when a sleazy guy once called you a whore for refusing to sleep with him, Suguru was there to punch him in the face– and effectively spent the evening at the local police department while you and Satoru tried to clear his name.

The word hurts; this hurts. And you can tell the moment it leaves his lips, Suguru is trying to find a way to reverse time and take it back.

“I… I didn’t mea–”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off and grab the dress from the rack before tossing it over your forearm and making a move to walk away as soon as possible.

He’s hot on your heels behind you as you head for the fitting room. “y/n… y/n wait. Please–”

You shrug off his hand on your shoulder and shove him back slightly, eyes narrow and cold as you glare at him. “No, it’s fine. You said what you thought– just go home if you’re going to judge me for my clothing choices.”

Spinning back around, you increase your speed towards the stall doors of the changing area.

“That’s not what I meant.. You know that–”

“I don’t know how else to interpret you calling me a slut. Listen… just go home. I’ll call Shoko and have her pick me up.”

The man shakes his head and tries trailing you again before you disappear down the hallways of fitting rooms and slide into the largest one at the back corner.

He stands at the entrance for a few moments, his mind replaying the moment over and over again. Standing frozen, he steps back and runs frustrated hands through his hair and tugs on his scalp in self-hatred.

FUCK

He didn’t mean to call you that– he’s never called you anything malicious on purpose. Sure, your entire friend group will jokingly call each other dicks, bitches, jackasses, and more; but you’ve never meant it.

Suguru huffs a few times and runs a hand down his face, tugging his lower eyelids down with force as he tries to think of a way to salvage this. Meanwhile, you shimmy out of your puffer coat, quarter zip, and jeans before stepping into the black satin dress.

It’s hard to look at your own reflection in the floor to ceiling mirrors that adorn the large fitting room; dejectedly, you sit on the large bench that hugs the opposite wall and tuck your hands into your face.

The dress is cute, perfect even, but you can’t help the weight in your chest that’s tugging you down a hole of self deprecation. Were you trying too hard? Looking back up into the mirror and standing to see the reflection, you notice every detail you wished would change.

Stretch marks adorn your skin in certain places, a few bumps and bruises from moments you don’t remember, and the aspects of your figure you wish would be just a little bit different. Maybe the dress was perfect, but the woman inside felt far from it.

Eyes dropping in disappointment, you spin to fish your phone from your jeans pocket to call Shoko before a knock on the door rings out. You place your phone back on the bench before you can draft a message and move to open it– expecting the clerk from earlier.

Dark, nearly purple eyes, meet your own and you immediately slam it shut and turn the lock.

“y/n, wait.”

“No, leave Suguru.”

He sighs through the door and tries the handle before knocking again. “Please– please just open it. I want to apologize”

“I don’t care what you have to say.”

Suguru bangs on it again and the door creaks from the force. “I’ll break it if I have to… you know that.”

You groan knowing he literally would, and turn the lock to let him in. Vulnerable and sad eyes meet yours as he steps in and shuts the door behind in the process. The lock clicks back into place while you walk deeper into the room to gain some space.

“Ok, so talk.”

Suguru drags his eyes up and down your figure a few times before awkwardly standing in the center of the room; you slouch and move to cover yourself with your arms as you lean against the opposite wall.

“I..” he starts before awkwardly coughing and shoving his hands deep into his baggy blue jean pockets. “I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it… I’m just… not in the best mood is all.”

You sigh and look at the floor. “Ok, great. Now that you’ve spoken, you can leave.”

Suguru pauses, shocked, before huffing slightly in frustration. “No, you don’t believe me. Just listen–”

“I am listening, Suguru. You never explained why you had a stick up your ass and then snapped at me suddenly. So if you want to go sulk just do it somewhere else… I don’t care anymore.”

You do care. He knows it and so do you, but you both know as stubborn as he is to communicate his feelings, you’re just as rigid when it comes to admitting he’s gotten under your skin.

“I just…” he takes his hands from his pockets and rubs his face in frustration. “It just annoyed me to see you going all out for him, ok? All this effort for a cute sweater, and taking your time to find a dress–that dress, to wear in front of him…”

He doesn’t make any sense to you. You’ve gotten dolled up and dressed pretty for frat parties and dinners with your friends dozens of times in the past, this one doesn’t feel any different.

You roll your eyes and catch your appearance in the mirror again, looking forlorn at the way the fabric clings onto you. “It’s fine. I’m not getting this dress anyways…”

The man in front of you pauses and softens his gaze when he notices the way you’re picking your appearance apart in the mirror before his eyes. “..What? Why not?”

“It just doesn’t look good is all…” You reply softly, standing upright and moving back to the bench to get your clothes in order.

Suguru knows this is his fault as you dejectedly pull your jeans out from under your parka and shake them slightly to unravel from their crumpled position.

“What? It looks beautiful– you look beautiful.”

Shaking your head slightly, you turn to him with an annoyed look and scoff. “Riiight. From a slut to beautiful in under 10 minutes is quite the turn around. Any other contradictions you’d like to add? Or can you leave so I can get changed?”

You don’t let him apologize, too pissed off to give him even the grace to accept his attempts at mending the argument; Suguru steps forward, having enough, and pulls your jeans from your hands.

“Can you– can you just fucking listen?”

Ready to argue again, you raise your voice. “Huh? You’re the one th–”

“Just,” he grabs your shoulders and holds you straight. “Shut the fuck up. Ok?”

You glare at him but remain silent nonetheless as he takes a breath before continuing. “I was wrong ok? I let my feelings get in the way and called you something I never wanted to. I just…”

He sighs and dips his head down slightly to stare at the corner of the fitting room, internally deciding how he should word everything. “I–” he gives a long exhale before peeling his eyes to meet yours, beginning to spew out everything at once. “I like you. Ok? And, I know, trust me I know, we’re friends and are in the same friend group and this is so fucking stupid and could literally ruin everything… but– I can’t control that. I can’t control the fact that I’m in love with you and it’s killing me.”

You stare wide eyed at him as he pours his heart out in an act of vulnerability you’ve only seen a few times before. Long raven hair falls forward as he grips your shoulders slightly tighter as if you’d run away if he let go. “I’ve tried… I’ve tried so many times to ignore it or wish it away but I can’t. And that is what kills me. I shouldn’t care if you and Choso make cookies with Yuji on the weekends. I shouldn’t care when Shoko and Utahime take you to get your nails done after class. I shouldn’t care if you get dinner with Satoru and his family–but I do. And I ruined everything because of it… so, I’m sorry ok?”

Oh, shit.

Standing motionless as Suguru catches his breath and his eyes bore into your own. This wasn’t the situation you were expecting to happen when you had dragged him to the mall, and it certainly wasn’t one you were prepared to address.

Shoko and Utahime had teased you countless times about your stupid crush on the man; his reserved and coy nature was enough to make countless other women flock to him, so you silently resigned and convinced yourself you were ‘ok’ with simply being his friend. He was brutally honest and at the same time, a terrible communicator, and had on more than one occasion resorted to holing himself up in his room rather than face his demons head on. Suguru preferred to suffer in silence than resort to being a burden on his friends, and knowing that he felt the same way about you the entire time makes your heart ache.

“Please… please say something.” His hands remain on your shoulders while his eyes search yours for some sort of answer hidden beneath.

“I..I don’t know what to say,” you whisper honestly.

He winces and peels his head backwards slightly, but his hands remain on your shoulders. Taking a breath of compsore he nods once and attempts to harden his face. “That’s…fine. I’m fine.. if you don’t feel the same. Just, tell me now so I can get this over with and we can pretend it never happened.”

You shake your head slightly. “No, I can’t do that.”

He looks up, mildly confused before you continue, “I can’t pretend this never happened because I do feel the same, Suguru.”

He sucks in a breath and stands a bit taller; his hands fall down to your upper arm as he looks at you steadily for several moments to process what was happening.

“Oh. Oh. Woa, ok… That’s better than what I was expecting to be honest…”

You both stand there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what was supposed to happen now. Sucking in your bottom lip to moisten it, you watch as Suguru rocks once on his feet as he tries to formulate something else to say. Something to address the elephant in the room.

“So… what now–”

“--Prove it,” he interrupts.

You pause and raise an eyebrow. “Huh? Prove what?”

“Prove that you like me more than him.”

Blinking a few times, you shake your head slightly. “Him? Satoru? Seriously, Suguru? I just admitted I feel the same way as you do and now you want me–”

“–So show me you do.”

Huffing slightly as he lightens the atmosphere slightly with his signature fox-like smirk, you stand a bit taller. “Stop interrupting m–”

“–I will after you– hmpf”

In an instant your lips on his and Suguru is effectively silenced from annoying you any further. His lips are soft and pillowy; a thin layer of chapstick coats them in a honey flavor you commit to memory before pulling away slightly.

Suguru slides his hands down your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps at his touch, before snaking them around your waist to pull you in closer. Pupils blown so wide his irises are nearly engulfed in black, he scans your face with the same grin that leaves his canines exposed.

“Mmm, I’m still not convinced, princess”

Your own mouth curls into a smile as you wrap your arms around his neck to tug him down; your spine arches at tension and you can feel your nipples hardening through the thin fabric at your chest. “It’s not my fault you’re jealous.”

The fingertips that hold your waist steady increase their pressure and effectively render you motionless in front of him. Suguru lets out a low chuckle and shakes his head slightly; his eyes soften at your tease as he relaxes into the moment. “Of course I’m jealous. You were gonna get dressed up all pretty for another guy– can’t let my girl go doing that.”

Noses nearly touching, you smile into him and tilt your head to the side. “ ‘Your girl’, huh?”

“Yea, you got a problem with that?” His lips break into a grin and are parted so prettily just above your own.

When you fake taking a moment to ponder, he drags a hand up to tug your jaw to reface him; he holds it steadily in place while pushing his head forward to collide his lips onto yours.

The movement has force behind it, and the rhythm of his lips rocks your head in moving waves to sync with his pace. Delicious chapstick rubs off further onto you and saliva drips down the crease of both of your lips and coats your chin. Sighing impatiently, his hand leaves your jaw and drops back to your waist before dipping further to knead the flesh of your ass.

Groans escape your lips as he pivots to push your back flush against the mirror; you tangle your hands in his long hair, careful to avoid pulling on any sensitive piercings that adorn his ears. Moans vibrate against your mouth as a few particular tugs against his scalp leave him pinching and squeezing your ass with enough force to leave a few bruises.

It’s hot. So fucking hot. The heat is blasting within the store and you can feel beads of sweat dripping at your inner thigh– oh wait. It’s not sweat.

Suguru steps back hastily when you glide your tongue over his bottom lip to deepen the kiss. Hands hesitantly glide through his hair as he makes distance; a few curses leave his mouth when he tugs his arms out of his winter coat and throws it to the floor. Immediately after, he tugs the light gray sweatshirt off as well and is left in a basic white-tee. The action has the garment raised just slightly enough to see a chiseled ‘V-line’ snake into his trousers, and a partially unkempt happy trail that starts at his navel and disappears below the belt line.

Your pussy gushes and clenches pathetically around nothing at the sight. You’ve seen him shirtless before plenty of time, but this one is different. He’s not undressing to go for a swim at a party house Satoru rented and he’s not undressing to walk Megumi’s dogs outside in the summer when he’s busy; he’s undressing for you.

“Why don’t you take a picture, pretty girl? It’ll last longer.”

Looking up and rolling your eyes, you try desperately to act as if the moment isn’t affecting you as much as it really is. Unswayed, he steps forward and reconnects your lips with his tongue languidly sliding in your mouth as if he owned it.

A cool metal orb clinks every so often against your front teeth from the piercing that sits in the center of his tongue; the feeling of it rubbing along every crevice of your mouth leaves you panting for air.

Closed mouth kisses leave you chasing his lips for the delicious honey flavor while open mouth ones cause his tongue to rub with your own. No molar is left unchecked and no surface of your lips remain untouched by his own.

The mirror is cool on your back from the way the dress exposes your skin; still arched, his hands knead the flesh of your ass a few more times before resting on where your rib cage meets your lower torso.

Suguru leaves your lips for a moment before placing fervent hot pecks on the corner of your mouth and down the side of your jaw until he reaches your pulse point. Heart rate so intense under the flesh he can feel the beat on his lips, Suguru chuckles dryly to himself.

“Fuck princess, you’re getting all worked up f’me? Heh… better leave a few ‘thank yous.’”

Before you can murmur a response, sharp canines dig into the flesh while his lips pucker on your skin to suck. The sensation is nearly painful but leaves you grinding desperately into his body aching for more. Popping the suction to bite and kiss the skin, before running the flat of his tongue over the marked skin in apology, Suguru trails hot lips to another open spot for him to repeat the process.

It’s dirty and possessive the way he keeps you so obediently still in his hands while his mouth marks you as if it were a brush and your delicate skin an awaiting canvas. Whimpers escape you as he trails onto yet another spot and you’re getting desperate for even more.

Hips jerking forward slightly once more as he runs his tongue flat up your throat, cooling the skin with his piercing, your pelvis grinds into his crotch. Erection straining uncomfortably despite his baggy jeans, Suguru groans at the friction and holds you further still.

“S-Stop squirming.. Ha..” He pants out while keeping his gaze firmly on your throat with predatory eyes. Tilting your head slightly with his nose to make you face the other way, he dips his mouth back down to the other side of your neck. “Gotta even it out first. Then, I’ll deal with her.”

Mind foggy from the feeling of his lips reattaching to suck mean hickies along the side of your neck, you nearly miss the way one of his hands has snaked down to pinch the bottom hem of your dress teasingly.

Suguru’s nose tickles the patch of skin under your ear as he bites down under your jaw and leaves a small line of saliva dripping down your neck and onto the plush top of your breast.

“Shit..better clean up.”

Without hesitation, he chases after his own spit and begins leaving open mouth kisses to the top of your tits. His head is dipped down into your chest, causing his hair to tickle your skin and effectively block the erotic view of his mouth attempting to suck as much of your breast he’s physically able.

“Suguru–” you whine out pathetically from now above him.

He places a few more kisses to the other breast before chuckling; the vibration between the valley of your breasts leaves you aching for him to just fuck you already.

“Patience, pretty girl.” He stands up right to tug the straps of your dresses down slightly and guide your arms to shimmy out.

Once both pieces of fabric fall under your arms, he takes both hands to pinch the top of your dress and tugs down to free your tits. Nipples hard in arousal, you instinctively react to cover them before deft hands catch your own.

“Hey now, why are you covering them up? Fucking beautiful…” he mumbles while releasing his grasp to pinch both nipples and smile when you squirm at the sensation. “Even better than I’ve imagined…”

Instantly he dips back down to suck and bite on your right nipple while his hand kneads and grasps at the fat of the other. Teeth pinch the flesh before rutting his tongue over the nub over and over again before pivoting to repeat the action to the other breast.

Your panties are beyond saturated with your arousal at this point, and the erection in Suguru’s pants looks painful for how desperate it grinds against the fly of his jeans; despite that, he’s set on taking his time.

After he repeats the action to both breasts for a second time, your impatient hands tugs his hair up to meet your lips. Molding to yours instantaneously, as if they were made to fit together, he sighs happily into you.

Tugging his hair back again, you note the way he nearly whimpers at being denied your lips and stare into his dazy eyes. “Need you Sugu, now.”

In all of his disgusting dreams he’s always tried to forget, Suguru takes his sweeeet time before fucking you sensless. Fingering you with deft hands until you cum and then eating you out to effectively taste every drop of your orgasm is the main appetizer to all of his fantasies; the way you say that stupid nickname leaves him powerless before you.

You always had him wrapped around your finger, even if you never knew it– hell he would kill the world if it made you happy.

But, using the last of his resolve, Suguru steps back and tries to catch his breath and rationality. He runs a hand through his hair and shuts his eyes to come back to earth for a moment; the two of you in a department store dressing room for fuck’s sake.

This is not how he planned it– any of it. Suguru had always planned on confessing over a nice evening walk, maybe the ones you always do when the bar gets too hot and loud and you want fresh air. He’d pretend he can’t light his cigarette from the wind and let you do it for him instead; but at the last second he would drop the rolled tobacco from his lips and pull you in for a kiss.

Then maybe you’d get dinner, and if he was lucky and you were down, you’d go back to his apartment before Satoru noticed you two had disappeared. You be in his bedroom, an album he already selected ready on the player to ease the mood, and he’d be freshly showered and shaved.

But he’s not.

Instead, you’re both here– in a fitting room with top 40 playing on the store speakers, migraine inducing overhead lights nearly blinding his vision, and he’s not sure the last time he’s kept up appearances down there.

The mood is not set for anything other than dressing room panic attacks. But in this moment, with your hair disheveled, tits pouring out from the hottest dress he’s ever seen, and light pants escaping your swollen lips… Suguru is sure he’s never seen you look so beautiful.

“We… we shouldn’t,” he pants out, trying his hardest to not to take you right here and now.

“W-What? Why not?” you scan his face in search of something that rationally limits the line you’ve both already crossed. With a slight shiver of self consciousness, you fold into yourself slightly. “Am I not…what you thought..?”

The way your voice dips slightly leaves Suguru’s heart cracking and he frantically walks back up. “No… no baby you’re beautiful.. Fucking better than I even dreamed of– I just,” he swallows thickly. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Eyeing the way he tries to casually adjust the band of his jeans as if his cock isn’t weeping profusely in his boxers, you take his hand and guide it back to your chest. “Please, Suguru. I want this, I want you.”

Fuck. Any strength left in him is quickly fleeting as you bat your pretty lashes up at him; the sight of you could cause a war in Troy.

“Ok,” he breathes out, coming to terms that this was happening, and slight performance anxiety building in him. “Ok, let’s do this.”

Smiling slightly, you move to capture his lips and rock into him a few times, but before you can savor the moment, Suguru is dropping to his knees. Blind in desire, he kneels before your thighs and hovers eye level with your clothed cunt; pushing the fabric up, he peers up at your dark thong that's fully saturated in slick. The sight alone is enough for him to chuckle pathetically in a daze.

“All this f’me princess? I gotta say my thanks to her.”

Taking the flimsy g-string by the gusset and tugging it to the floor, you kick it off your ankles before he pinches the flesh of your inner thighs. Suguru’s thumbs dig into the skin just under your pussy to pry it open just a bit more, running a long stripe of his tongue across the weeping folds.

Tapping your legs to spread a little wider, you pivot to widen your stance slightly before he dives back into your cunt. It’s a kiss against your pussy similar to the one he had given your lips just minutes earlier; closed mouth kisses that suck the arousal from your folds before his tongue snakes inside your tight hole as if he owned it.

Metallic orb rutting around inside you, your back arches at the feeling and your hand grabs a fistful of his hair. Nose rubbing your engorged clit, Suguru rhythmically sways his head to lick every surface outside and inside your cunt. A few thrusts of his tongue for good measure, he rocks back slightly to slowly push in his middle finger past the first ring of muscular resistance.

“Fuck princess.. So damn tight, don’t know if you can even take my cock.”

Eyebrows furrowing at the words and pleasurable sensation, you whimper from above him. “Please Sugu… need it.”

A chuckle escapes his lips as he watches the girl of his dreams, who plagued them every night, desperately rutting against his finger while begging for his dick. Returning his lips to suck on your clit as a second finger pushes inside to rub around in search of your g-spot, you throw your head back against the mirror.

One hand shakily leaves his hair to cover your mouth as he scissors his fingers and rubs his tongue piercing against your clit. Moans threatening to escape your lips are muffled by your hand as he flexes his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion against the rough patch in your pussy.

It’s sudden and intense; your hips twitch against his fingers as your free hand tugs his hair in aggressive pulls. Humming happily from his knelt position between your legs, Suguru pulls an orgasm from you as your cunt spasms from the sensation.

Panting and attempting to catch your breath as Suguru slides his fingers from your soaked hole and pops them in his mouth before leaning back to slither his tongue inside once more.

The overstimulation has you squirming above him. “Ha…ngh w-wait…haaa Suguuu s’too much..”

He mumbles something from under your dress and it takes force to pull his head back and away from your swollen cunt. Slick coats his chin as he looks in a happy daze up from his kneeling position; his eyes almost scream ‘proud of me?’.

Suguru is dragged to his feet by your pulls and feeds you your own orgasm with his tongue. His hands rub complacent circles against your pelvic bones and his still clothed erection grinds just below your navel in desperate search for relief.

“Need you inside me..” you murmur against his lips.

He retreats with a dry chuckle. “I just was.”

“You know what I mean, smartass.”

A coy smirk on his lips, he steps back to slide his belt out of the belt loops and tosses it to the floor. Unzipping the fly and releasing the button, Suguru slides his jeans down and pivots them to the side; you miss the way he kicks your forgotten thong underneath his now discarded pants.

The wet patch on his gray Calvins’ leaves you pausing slightly at the size your best friend had been packing this whole time. Dark raven hair escapes underneath the band of his boxer briefs and his dick twitches from the way your gaze is locked on the shape.

“This is why I prefer to take my time with warm ups…but don’t worry, princess. I think you should be stretched out enough.”

The coy and egotistical statement partially masks his own insecurity as you pivot to the bench the sits along the wall.

What if you thought it looked weird? If you saw he hasn’t shaven in a few days and get turned off? Or if it’s not up to par with your exes–

The sensation of you tugging the waistband down to free his weeping cock pulls Suguru from his thoughts as he steadily examines your reaction. It’s hard to discern what’s going on in your mind as only one word can be formulated in your brain.

Large.

Had he been sheathing this thing in his jeans the entire time??

Longer than any man you’d been with, though not as thick, several veins run from his lower pelvis to the sides of his shaft. A pretty flushed mushroom tip weeps with precum from the slit while some unkempt pubic hair litters his base and heavy balls.

Understanding now the feeling of vulnerability earlier when he had pulled your dress down to expose your tits, Suguru can feel himself internally retreating when you don’t say anything.

Before he can suggest just taking this home and resuming from the comfort of his shared apartment, you lean forward to lick the slit of his cock and plant a few kisses along the shaft.

Shivering from your touch, his cock twitches from its position in your pretty hands. It’s bad. In every pervy fantasy he’s conjured over the years of being your friend, he’s always been the one to make you wither beneath him from multiple orgasms. Not him about to cum from the way you gently jerk him off to test the waters to examine how he likes it.

Gently guiding your hands away, he nudges you to kneel on the wooden bench. “Haa I’ll take you up on that later princess. I just need to be inside you right now.”

Letting him spin you, your arms fold into a 90 degree angle while your knees lift your ass up to meet his pelvis. Calloused hands rub your hips slightly in the doggy position before he pushes the fabric of the dress up once again.

“Wait– do you have a condom?” You mumble while tilting your head back to gaze at the man behind you.

Suguru blinks and snaps back to reality for a few moments while looking down at his discarded jeans. “No…and I don’t have anything to clean up if I pull out…shit.”

He should’ve known that his luck would run out eventually; that there had to be something–

“Stop by the pharmacy after we leave? Get the uh… plan b pill?”

Suguru peels his eyes back to yours and with more excitement than he meant to show, he nods eagerly. “Yea!... I mean.. Yea, that works for me..”

As dark and mysterious as he always tried to act, he was still your dorkish best friend–well maybe a new title considering the current situation. With a nod in approval, Suguru pumps himself a few times before gliding his tip up and down your folds a few times.

Knowing lube would usually be needed, he coats himself in your previous orgasm and growing arousal before spitting in his hand to ensure his cock would slide in with limited discomfort to either one of you.

Pushing down on your shoulder blades slightly to increase the arch of your spine, Suguru lines up his cock with your entrance and begins pushing in slowly. Inch after inch slides inside to the point you’re wondering if there’s any room left in your cunt to accommodate the rest of him.

“Haaa… oh shit– Sugu… ngh”

“Shhh I know… fuck I know princess..”

By the time he bottoms out and you can feel his pubes tickling the skin between your thighs, you’re wondering if his cock is in your lungs from how long he is. Suguru is faring no better above you; pausing to let you adjust while he breathes slowly to imagine a million different scenarios to prevent him from cumming already.

The thesis paper he’s been putting off, the weather for the upcoming week, fuck even imagining the boring way his advisor Yaga drones on about his future isn’t working. Shallow long breaths escape both of your lips until you twitch slightly to indicate your ready for him to move.

A few slow pumps leave his cock sliding halfway out before his tip kisses the opening of your cervix; low groans escape you at the sensation of how deep he was inside you. It was the moment you had shamefully masturbated too countless times, and now it was finally happening as your best friend increases the pace of his dick splitting you open over and over again.

“O-Oh… Sugu haaa”

Labored breaths echo above you as he takes his white tee into his teeth to provide a better view and muffle the sound of his own moans. Heavy balls smack forward and occasionally graze your click while the wet sound of ‘plap! Plap! Plap! reverberates off the walls.

Hands gripping your hips fall forward to snake around your waist as he folds over to hover his chest over your back; Suguru leans partially on the bench as he increases the speed of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt.

He swears your pussy is made for him; sucking him back in with a vice grip to milk him dry. Your nails are desperately digging into the cheap wooden bench for some sense of stability as the roughness of each thrust rocks your body forward until your tits are smushed underneath you. The angle is sharper and causes his tip to hit your g-spot with a gasp.

“H-Here? … gotta fuck you good right ..ngh here, princess?”

A hand snakes around your throat to lightly tug your head up; impatient for a response, you part your drooling lips to answer. “Yes! Fuck.. yes please… right there– Sugu.”

An airy laughs escapes his lips despite the way his body is twitching, eager for a release.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Hi there, ma’am! Is everything alright in there?”

The clerk’s voice from before rings out behind the stall door and Suguru nearly trips over you to pause slightly. Exchanged worried glances are shared between you both as he urges you to respond to avoid suspicion.

“O-Oh, yes! I’m alright, thank you!”

Suguru leans back up to his standing upright position and glances at the door before staring at how your cunt is stuffed so full of his cock. Mind drunk from the way your soaked pussy flutters around him, he begins to shallowly thrust again.

His hand keeps your back in the arched angle when you try to scramble forward from the motion.

“Ok, great! And how’s the size? It’s not too big, right? We have smaller sizes available if you want to try those.”

Suguru has to stop from chuckling and settles for a wolfish toothy smirk as you bite down on your lip to avoid spilling the moans that sit in your throat. A particular thrust has you coughing slightly before looking back up at the man with a competitive gaze.

“No, I’m alright. Thanks.”

The clerk remains in front of the door when you push back on your knees to meet Suguru’s shallow thrust and cause him to bottom out completely in your pussy again. Clenching your muscles to pulse around his cock, he folds forward and bites down on your shoulder to hid the way your name is leaving his lips in puffs.

He was going to cum.

Fuck. He was trying so hard to make you cream on his cock first, but the way you’re desperately throwing your hips back to take his length makes his dick twitch in anticipation. That, and the fact that someone could hear and catch you, makes him hornier than he expected. It’s a day full of learning experiences.

The clerk hums from outside the door about a few other color options before you can hear her heels click down the hallway of the changing room; as soon as her footsteps are out of ear shot, Suguru increases the pace to a brutal jackhammer.

“Shit–sorry princess… haaa gonna cum…gonna fuckin–”

Suguru doesn’t get to finish his sentence, interrupted by the guttural groan that escapes his throat and causes his Adam’s apple to flex slightly. Hips rocking to a staccato, hot ropes of cum pour from his cock and fill your pussy to the brim.

The heat has you whining and craving for your own release as Suguru thrusts himself through his orgasm while catching his breath. Ignoring the way his cock is raw in overstimulation, he reaches down to rub circles on your clit and angle his dick to rub slightly against your g-spot.

“O-Ohhh shit–” you dip your head down between your balled fists of the wooden bench and can feel your hips jutting backward to chase the feeling building in your gut.

“Come on princess…wanna feel you cum on my dick,” Suguru coaches as he whimpers at the way your pussy is flexing and gushing against him.

He makes a mental note to avoid jerking off before the two of you ever meet– in a desperate need to keep up his stamina to give you multiple rounds next time.

Fingers rubbing your puffy clit, the coolness of his ring making you whine, while his cock is rubbing perfectly against your g-spot is all it takes to make your orgasm wash over you. Hands flexing and grabbing at nothing on the wooden bench while your lips part to pant and moan at the feeling; Suguru rubs a supportive hand on the small of your back under your dress as you come down from the high.

There’s a silence as he slips out with a slight wince and appreciates the ring of both of your cum that smeared along his shaft and forms a ring around the base. Tucking his softening cock back into his boxer briefs, he moves to help you sit upright after admiring the way his cum dribbles from your weeping hole.

Covered in hickies, knees red from the position, and his semen leaking from your cunt, you sit up in a hazy daze and look up at the man in front of you.

“You alright, princess?”

Blinking slowly and catching your breath, you nod once and come back to earth; you both move to get redressed quickly.

“What’s with the pet name? I’m not complaining but I just didn’t expect it.”

“Oh that?” Suguru coughs slightly, “I mean…. It’s easier to say ‘you alright, princess?’ than ‘you alright, girlfriend?’ so…”

You pause from the position of reclasping your bra and tugging on your quarter zip to look at him. “Girlfriend..?”

His expression pales as he jumps to get his other leg into the pants sleeve of his jeans. “Oh, did you… did you not want to?”

“No!-” you exclaim a bit too excited. “I mean– I want to date… I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.”

Suguru sighs in gratitude before buttoning his jeans and pulling up the zipper; once his belt is secured back around the fabric, he walks over to you and pushes a few strands of hair out of your face. A quick peck against your temple, he gives your ass a quick squeeze before tossing you your pants.

“Wait–” you pause before looking around on the floor. Tugging up the now discarded dress to search underneath, Suguru anxiously looks away as you turn to him. “Where’s my underwear…? I could have sworn it was over he–”

“-- We need to hurry and leave before anyone gets suspicious.” He interrupts while picking up your winter coat parka.

You frown and look at your jeans, not particularly keen on ‘going commando’ in denim. “Yea, but what about when we get back to your apartment?”

He places your coat on the bench and holds open your jeans to step into. “We can shower and I’ll give you a change of clothes. Okay?”

You shrug and resolve to shimmy on your pants with his assistance and awkwardly head out of the changing room one at a time to avoid looking strange. The walking stance is wide to avoid an awkward chafe while Suguru guides you to the nearest self checkout.

The process is quick– both your dress and Satoru’s sweater are on sale, and the two of you power walk out of the mall and drive to the pharmacy near his apartment before returning to your friends inside.

Choso and Shoko sit at the kitchen island in front of a large pizza box while now Nanami and Haibara pour causal drinks for them.

“Oh, when did you guys get here?” you awkwardly ask as Suguru tries to kick off his boot as fast as possible and avoid the suspicious stare of your friends.

Nanami glances between a chuckling Shoko and Choso before turning to Haibara to see if he also knew about what inside joke was being shared. The brunette man shrugs and pays no attention to you as he pulls a slice from the box. “Uhhh, maybe 45 minutes ago? The pizza just got here though!”

You shimmy off your winter coat but ensure your quarter zip is pulled up all the way and shuffle to follow Suguru away from the kitchen. “Oh that’s fine! I’m not hungry right now.”

Shoko smiles as Suguru shoots her a ‘don’t even try’ glare. “Really? You guys were gone for a while. Did you eat anything while you were out?”

Nanami nearly chokes on his beverage, now understanding the implication and horrifically glancing between the both of you while Haibara stands idly in blissful ignorance. “Wait. Didn’t you two go to the mall?”

Wincing at the way your blonde friend stares in disbelief, Suguru grabs your shoulders and guides you to his bedroom. “Yes, we did. Now if you’ll excuse us–”

Walking away, you don’t miss the way Haibara begs Choso to fill him in on what was happening while Shoko tries to get $15 from Nanami as he rubs his eyes in exhaustion. The door clicks behind you and Suguru moves to click on a few table and floor lamps to illuminate the room in a warm glow.

You’ve been here a dozen times, but now the setting feels different; it feels like home as you walk across the plush throw rug that sits beneath his full size bed. Suguru picks an album from his case and plays the record while moving to open the adjacent door to the ensuite bathroom.

Curious to see what could’ve given away the fact that you two fucked at the mall, you stand in front of his mirror and shriek his name in horror.

“Suguru Geto!”

Scrambling from the bathroom as if you had just been shot, he stands in the doorway and meets your angry gaze before sheepishly coughing. In the reflection, you can see the way your light wash jeans are now saturated at the crotch from the way his and your own cum has seeped out of your cunt and stained the fabric.

On top of that, sitting pretty at the top of his laundry basket are your panties– the ones from your gym bag. Snatching the pairs and waving them in front of him you don’t miss the now obvious bulge in his front pocket and a sliver of black fabric peeking from them.

“You pervert! You’ve been stealing them this whole time?!”

He avoids your gaze for a moment before offering a guilty smile.

“Answer me, Suguru! What do you have to say for yourself?”

He shuffles awkwardly and rubs the back of his head. “Uh, I love you?”

“–No. Besides that.”

Admitting defeat, he sighs and takes the thong from earlier out of his pocket and hands it back to you with a guilt expression. “It’s true you left that gym bag in Satoru’s car… but.. It might’ve been his holiday gift to me…? Ha ha…”

Ok you were definitely going to murder and rob that man when he least expected it. Taking your fingers and pinching the bridge of your nose at the fact your friend had gifted your panties to your now boyfriend, and the fact your entire friend group knew you were together is enough to cause a slight migraine.

“You know what, whatever. Keep them–” you push them back into his hands and step around him to start the shower.

Suguru doesn’t hesitate to sock them away in his dresser drawer before you can change your mind and follows you into the bathroom. “Ok… is there something you want?”

Testing the water to ensure it’s warm, you notice the stacked towels and spare clothing Suguru has set aside for you to change into. He watches the way you strip down and silently glances at the shower for permission to follow you in.

Stepping in, you huff with a nod that he eagerly accepts and discards his clothing to join you under the water. Dark raven hair saturates with the water and he tugs it backward to admire the way soap suds of his perfumed shower gel now coat your bruised and loved body.

Gentle kisses on your back and shoulder blades, you sigh in relaxation as his hands massage the tired muscles on your body.

“I got an idea, princess,” he mumbles into your shoulder before spinning you around. “I mean hoodies and sweatpants are yours already, and my car is essential your lost and found so–”

He takes your hand and guides it up to his ear; a variety of piercings and rings are scattered along the flesh. “Pick one.”

You raise an eyebrow and trace his industrial. “What do you mean?”

“Mmm, I’ll change out the jewelry to one with your initial. So pick one.”

Suguru grins with hearts in his eyes as you smile and move to lights touch all of the little jewels and hoops that scatter his ear. Tutting slightly, you withdraw your hand and the smile on his face falls slightly.

He parts his lips to question your choice before your finger slips in his mouth and lightly tug his tongue to fall down past his lower lip. A coy smile on your lips, you raise your other hand and tap the cool orb that sits in the center. “This one.”

Cock hardening at the possessiveness you seem to share, Suguru plants a kiss to your finger and shoots you a toothy smirk. “Consider it done.”

a/n: woooo i finally finished this one!

tbh the plotting for this took longer than actually writing it -> the draft took like 2 weeks and maybe 2 days to actual sit down put it together!

only 2 left in the holiday hoes frat series! but i really like this AU and might continue it with occasional one shots for other themes/characters within JJK

i'm still working on my longer series and regular head cannons i promise~

likes/comments/reblogs all appreciated and i hope you liked it <3

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The Father's Heart

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 2076| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the cozy kitchen. Y/n hummed softly as she flipped pancakes, the sizzle a comforting counterpoint to the gentle chatter of her family. Pedro sat at the kitchen island, scrolling through his phone, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. Their youngest, Leo, a whirlwind of energy at eight years old, was attempting to build a tower out of cereal boxes, while their middle child, Mateo, fourteen and perpetually attached to his headphones, mumbled something about needing more syrup. Elena, their eldest, sixteen going on seventeen, was the last to arrive, a vision of effortless cool even in her pajamas.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Y/n greeted, placing a stack of pancakes in front of Elena.

"Morning, Mom," Elena mumbled, giving her mother a quick kiss on the cheek. She glanced at Pedro, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes, before grabbing a fork and digging in.

Pedro watched her, his frown deepening. He’d been doing some thinking, some serious thinking, and he wasn't entirely sure he liked where his thoughts were leading him. He cleared his throat.

"Elena," he began, his voice carefully neutral.

Elena looked up, a question in her eyes.

"Your… friend, Ethan," Pedro continued, choosing his words carefully. "He's coming over later, right?"

Elena nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah, he said he'd be here around two."

"Two," Pedro repeated, the word hanging in the air. He glanced at Y/n, who gave him a subtle ‘don’t you dare’ look. He ignored it. He was a father. It was his job.

"So," Pedro continued, "what exactly are you two planning on doing?"

Elena’s flush deepened. "Just… hanging out," she mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

"Hanging out," Pedro repeated again, the words laced with suspicion. "Doing what, exactly?"

"Dad!" Elena exclaimed, her voice rising in exasperation. "We're just going to watch a movie or something. Maybe work on our history project."

"History project," Pedro echoed, unconvinced. He knew teenagers. He’d been one himself, a lifetime ago. "What's this project about?"

"The French Revolution," Elena replied quickly, a little too quickly, Pedro thought.

"The French Revolution," he repeated, nodding slowly. "Interesting. Tell me, Elena, what was the primary cause of the French Revolution?"

Elena blinked, caught off guard. "Uh… economic inequality?" she stammered.

"And the Reign of Terror?" Pedro pressed.

Elena’s eyes darted around the room. "Robespierre… guillotine… lots of people died?"

Pedro sighed. "Elena, I’m not trying to grill you on your history project. I just… I want to know what you’re doing. I want to know who you’re spending your time with."

"Dad, I know you don't like Ethan," Elena said, her voice low.

"I didn't say that," Pedro countered, though it wasn't entirely true. He didn't dislike Ethan, exactly. He just… he was sixteen. Sixteen and full of… hormones. And Elena was his little girl. Always would be.

"You don't have to say it," Elena retorted. "I can tell. You’re always giving him the ‘look’."

Pedro knew exactly what ‘look’ she was talking about. The ‘I will disembowel you if you even think about breaking my daughter’s heart’ look. It was a work in progress, he’d admit.

"Elena," Y/n interjected gently, "your father just cares about you. He wants to make sure you’re safe and happy."

"I know, Mom," Elena said, her voice softening. "But I'm not a little kid anymore. I can make my own decisions."

"About some things, yes," Pedro said, "But some things… some things your mother and I still get a say in."

"Like what?" Elena challenged.

"Like… like who you spend time with," Pedro said. "Like… making sure you’re not getting into any trouble."

"Dad, I'm not going to get into trouble," Elena said, rolling her eyes.

"I know, honey," Pedro said, reaching across the island to take her hand. "I trust you. I do. But… Ethan… he’s a nice boy, I’m sure. But he’s still… young."

"So am I!" Elena exclaimed.

"That’s my point," Pedro said. "You're both still figuring things out. And I just… I don't want you to get hurt."

"Dad, everyone gets hurt sometimes," Elena said. "That's just part of life."

"I know," Pedro said softly. "But I don’t want you to get hurt unnecessarily. I don’t want you to make any mistakes you’ll regret later."

"I won't," Elena promised, though Pedro could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes.

"Okay," Pedro said, finally relenting. "Okay. Ethan can come over. But," he added, pointing a finger at her, "the French Revolution better be discussed. And," he added, glancing at Mateo, who had finally removed his headphones and was listening intently, "no funny business."

Mateo snorted. "Dad, please."

"I’m serious," Pedro said, his gaze sweeping over all three of his children. "I love you all. More than anything in the world. And I’ll do anything to protect you. Even if it means being the overprotective dad."

Elena smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. "I know, Dad," she said. "We love you too."

The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a warm, comfortable silence. Y/n smiled at her family, a feeling of contentment washing over her. They weren't perfect, not by a long shot. But they were hers. And she wouldn't trade them for anything.

Later that afternoon, Ethan arrived, a shy, lanky boy with a mop of brown hair and a nervous smile. Pedro greeted him at the door, his ‘look’ firmly in place. Ethan swallowed nervously, but managed a polite "Hello, Mr. Pascal."

"Ethan," Pedro replied, offering a curt nod. "Come in."

He led Ethan into the living room, where Elena was waiting. "Hey," she said, giving Ethan a quick hug.

"Hey," Ethan replied, his cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink.

Pedro watched them, his eyes narrowed slightly. He cleared his throat. "So," he said, "the French Revolution, huh? Big topic."

Ethan blinked. "Uh, yeah. We have a presentation to do."

"A presentation," Pedro repeated. "Interesting. What aspect of the French Revolution are you focusing on?"

Ethan looked at Elena, who gave him an encouraging smile. "We’re looking at the role of women in the revolution," he said.

"The role of women," Pedro repeated. "Fascinating. Did you know that Marie Antoinette…"

And so began a lengthy discussion about the French Revolution, with Pedro occasionally interjecting with historical facts and anecdotes. Ethan, to his credit, held his own, demonstrating a surprising knowledge of the subject. Elena, meanwhile, seemed amused by the whole exchange, occasionally rolling her eyes at her father’s over-the-top protectiveness.

As the afternoon wore on, Pedro’s ‘look’ softened. He could see that Ethan was a respectful young man, and that he genuinely cared about Elena. He still had his reservations, of course. But he was starting to realize that he couldn't protect Elena from everything. All he could do was offer her guidance, support, and unconditional love.

Eventually, it was time for Ethan to leave. "Thank you for having me, Mr. Pascal," he said politely.

"You’re welcome, Ethan," Pedro replied, offering a genuine smile. "Just… take care of her."

Ethan nodded. "I will, sir."

He turned to Elena, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I’ll see you tomorrow," he said.

"See ya," Elena replied, a soft smile playing on her lips.

After Ethan left, Pedro turned to Elena. "He seems like a nice young man," he said.

Elena nodded. "He is," she said.

"Just… be careful," Pedro said.

"I will, Dad," Elena promised. "I know you’re just trying to protect me."

Pedro smiled. "That’s my job," he said.

He pulled Elena into a hug, holding her close. She was growing up so fast. It seemed like just yesterday she was a little girl, playing with dolls and dreaming of being a princess. Now, she was a young woman, navigating the complexities of life and love. And he, her father, would be there for her every step of the way.

Later that evening, after the kids were in bed, Pedro and Y/n found themselves alone in the kitchen, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound. Y/n was washing dishes, while Pedro leaned against the counter, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"So," Y/n said, breaking the silence, "what did you think of Ethan?"

Pedro sighed. "He seems… polite. Respectful. Nice enough."

"But?" Y/n prompted, knowing there was a ‘but’ coming.

Pedro hesitated. "But he's still sixteen. And Elena… she's my little girl. It feels like just yesterday I was teaching her how to ride her bike, and now… now she's dating."

Y/n chuckled. "I know what you mean. It's hard to believe how quickly they grow up. It feels like just yesterday we were bringing her home from the hospital."

Pedro nodded, a wistful look in his eyes. "She was so tiny. So fragile. And now… she's this beautiful, intelligent young woman. And I just… I don't want anything to hurt her."

"I know, honey," Y/n said softly, drying her hands and turning to face him. "But you can't protect her from everything. She has to learn to navigate these things on her own. We can guide her, support her, but we can't shield her from the world."

"I know," Pedro said, running a hand through his hair. "It's just… it's hard. Seeing her with him… it makes me realize how much time has passed. How quickly she's growing up."

"I feel it too," Y/n admitted. "But that's a good thing, isn't it? It means we've done our job. We've raised her to be a strong, independent young woman."

"I hope so," Pedro said. "I just… I don't want her to make any mistakes she'll regret."

"She will make mistakes, Pedro," Y/n said gently. "Everyone does. The important thing is that she learns from them. And that she knows we'll be there for her, no matter what."

Pedro nodded, his gaze softening. "You’re right. You always are."

He reached out and took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. "Thank you," he said. "For everything. For being such an amazing mother to our children. For… for putting up with me."

Y/n smiled. "You’re not so bad," she teased. "Most of the time."

Pedro chuckled. "I love you," he said, pulling her close.

"I love you too," Y/n replied, resting her head on his chest.

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the silence once again filled with a comfortable warmth. They knew that the road ahead wouldn't always be easy. There would be challenges, and heartbreaks, and maybe even a few French Revolution debates. But they would face them together, as a family. And that's all that mattered.

A few weeks later, Pedro found himself having another conversation with Elena, this time about her future. She had been accepted to a summer program for aspiring writers, a program that would take her out of state for six weeks. Pedro was… hesitant.

"Six weeks?" he repeated, his brow furrowed. "That's a long time."

"I know, Dad," Elena said, "But it's an amazing opportunity. It could really help me with my writing."

"I know, honey," Pedro said. "It's just… I'll miss you."

Elena smiled. "I'll miss you too, Dad. But it's only six weeks. And I'll call you every day."

"I know, I know," Pedro said. "It's just… you're growing up so fast. It feels like just yesterday you were asking me to read you bedtime stories."

Elena laughed. "I still like you to read me stories sometimes," she admitted.

Pedro smiled. "I know you do," he said. "And I always will. No matter how old you get."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with love and pride. She was so talented, so passionate. He knew he couldn't hold her back.

"Okay," he said finally. "You can go. But," he added, pointing a finger at her, "you better call me every day. And," he added, his gaze softening, "be careful. Okay?"

"I will, Dad," Elena promised. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart," Pedro said, pulling her into a hug.

He knew that letting her go was the right thing to do. It was part of growing up, part of becoming her own person. And as much as it pained him to see her go, he knew that he had to let her fly. All he could do was be there for her, waiting for her return, ready to catch her if she fell. Because that's what fathers do. They protect. They guide. And they love. Unconditionally. Always.

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yume-fanfare · 2 years ago

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btw mar who is kokoro hanabusa

!!! kokoro is an idol from i-chu! voiced by ayumu murase :3

i mostly read her as transfem though ive only watched the anime so ig i don't know that much slfjskfhsjfjs

#ichu doesn't have any mobile games active rn but there is a switch port available in japanese and there's the anime too #i basically watched the anime for her alone ngl #but it's fun normal-ish idol shenanigans mostly #it has some great music and fun characters and is overall a fun watch 👍#watched it while it was airing two years ago..............#kokoro was in fact the first ayumu murase chara that i actually ? liked and recognized as such #started playing gnshin a couple of months after starting ichu and when i heard venti's voice for the first time i was SHOCKED #immensely pleasantly surprised #wish i could watch amber's flight fairytale for the first time again its still my number 1 genshin experience #←guy who didnt know venti was barbatos until that moment #anw kokoro i love kokoro #strong girl #direct0rhutao #preguntas

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dossei-dossei · 4 months ago

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how deal with taidan

#^ crying over saki for the second night in a row #i am Not Okay about the fact her taidan is exactly a year after her pb footage aired on sky stage #bc that was the very last thing where i was like ok yeah maybe saki IS my second fave of all time #feels weird to call her my second fave #shes like basically on par w aasa 😭 idk how else to word itjfhd #idk not the point i am just emotional and sad and will miss her dearly #but also wishing her luck in whatever she decides to do next whether that be in the public eye or not #also just feel so sad about how busy ive been recently 😭😭#was planning on going back and watching all her shinkos and leads that i havent watched yet before the 13th but uni hit me like a truck #and i have not have time 😔#have not had *#sorry if you are reading this 🙏 it is not coherent 🙏🙏 fjdhdjd #idk i was torn up enough over kiwa and this is about to be 4000x worse sofhdhdjd #did watch every sakigumi show in order a while ago w my gf and that was nice at least #idk man im excited for aasas run im sure itll be great im just so not ready to say bye to sakigumi #god if youd have told me when i first got into zuka i would be this torn up over saki leaving i would not have believed you #but here we are #at no point was i expecting to get This Attached to saki but it just kind of happened #aasas fault whatever #fjhdjdhd #sorry none of fhis is coherent i do not know how to organise or articulate my thoughts #idk i love s4kiaasa so much #getting to watch them together both on and off stage for the last two and a half years ish since i got into zuka has meant so much to me #i hope they both continue to thrive and i look forward to seeing what they do next

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whimsyprinx · 2 years ago

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do y’all think yandere dev is mad about osana najimi from komi can’t communicate?

#whimsy whispers #I know it’s been forever and a minute since that show aired on netflix but I remember watching a few episodes with my roommate when it did #and wondered this back then but just never thought about it again #I feel like he must have thoughts on it but god I’m not about to go find out because one I’m not going on twitter for yandere dev of all ppl #and two it would have been a while ago that it would’ve happened and I’m not gonna search for the answer to this question either #for those who don’t know: yandere dev is the creator of a nasty little game called yandere simulator which had characters with names #that translated into words #so one character was named osana najimi which if I recall translates to ‘childhood friend’#and I stopped caring about yansim years ago but then saw komi can’t communicate has a character named osana najimi and was like hmmm

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keypostos · 16 days ago

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caleb is 10 when he realizes that he's a physical touch fiend. the rush he gets when his hand lingers on top of your skin after playing with you is like no other. when he presses into your side while you're reading, his thoughts always circle around one topic: you, you, you. when you would run into his room after a nightmare, caleb was ready to swoop you in his arms and hold you until you fell asleep. every response towards you was involuntary.

caleb is 15 when he realizes that teasing 13-year-old you becomes irresistible. when he holds up your book, pencil, or some other item in the air, he watches as you jump up and down to try and grab it back. he's grown a lot in three years; if he had to estimate, he's a whole head taller than you now—20cm at least.

when you throw yourself onto him in an attempt to get your stuff back, he falters. you're laying against him on the couch, shuffling and moving up and down over his body, and caleb's breath hitches. you're so close and right there.

he's going insane. you can't even stand up for five seconds before caleb pulls you down against him once more, saying something about retaliation or revenge while tickling you to death.

caleb is 20 when he's about to leave for the DAA. there's an air of silence around the house. you've trapped yourself in your room more often, stressing over your senior finals. at least, that's what you've been telling him.

"i'm sorry caleb, i really need to study for this test."

"oh! i totally forgot about that project i had due tonight. shit, i'm sorry caleb. we'll have another movie night soon, okay?"

he doesn't know if you're actually this busy or if you're actually ignoring him. all he does know is that he misses you. he wonders about how he could miss someone who was in the room across from him. you were so close, but so far.

when you found out he was leaving—though you had a grin on your face while congratulating him—caleb knew you were devastated. he wondered if you were secretly mad at him for leaving.

two weeks before his departure, he practically forces you to be around him. he laid down next to you like before. he stroked your hair while you napped on the couch. he teased you and picked you up so you could hit him and grab him like you used to. he always chose to put his arm around you during a movie. he dragged you by the hand all around the neighborhood. he needed to all of that again, a thousand times more.

but at 24, it seems like there may have been a wedge between the two of you. calls are more and more infrequent.

"sorry, space signal sucks," he'd type.

"sorry, i was busy with training!" you'd reply, 2 days later.

he thinks that he would do anything to go back to before. he hasn't felt you in months. he sees you only twice a year.

it's hard. it was excruciating during the first few weeks. not only was he dealing with bootcamp, but he always found himself looking to his side, thinking you'd be there with him. at night, you were there, right next to him in bed.

he imagined that you would whisper words of reassurance in his ear. you'd hold onto him like you used to, when you had nightmares, and wrap your legs between his. there were days where we stroked his necklace, wishing that it was your hand instead. what he would give to have you next to him.

all he wants is to be able to feel you again. he chastises his 10-year-old self for taking you for granted back then. he wants to feel the apples of your cheeks when he caresses your face. once,—when he was 13 (you, 11)—he did that, and he thought you had a fever the way you warmed up. if he could, caleb would build a time machine to go back to that.

caleb is 25 when he is out of your life.

he thinks about you every day. it reminds him of when he was in bootcamp five years ago. it takes him back to when he was fifteen; you were on top of him, and his brain was fried to a crisp. caleb wonders if he's always been this way, because he can recall that at ten, you were still the only thing consuming his mind.

even during his arm repairs, you're there throughout all the pain.

when you discover his metal arm, all of caleb's instincts point to the door. he's spent so long trying to hide it from you: it's the constant long-sleeves (even though they made him incredibly uncomfortable), or making sure to only touch you with his left-hand (even though he wanted to pull you in with both hands).

but he stays. because it's you.

you freeze momentarily, listening to his writhes and moans of pain. caleb only notices you're there when he feels your hands brush his shoulder. he jolts back in surprise, and he sees you looming over him.

he stammers something, not even sure of what he said because you're here. you see him. you see it.

caleb's wanted this for so long. he wanted to see you again, in a state where you were both vulnerable, like old times. however, that moment probably wouldn't have come if he doesn't confess about this, so he relays the details.

you listen attentively, eyes wide with shock as caleb goes on. your hands wrap around his metal one, and he feels nothing. it's agonizing. he sees you examine him so gently. your fingers trace over bolts and plates of metal, lightly stroking up and down his arm. and caleb feels nothing.

how often has he dreamed of this? for you to be touching him again, so intimately and softly? he's stayed up countless nights wishing for you to be here, just so he can put his arms around you in a crushing embrace, only to be incapable of feeling you on one side of his body.

you pull away from his arm, asking if the fleet was accountable. when he doesn't say anything, he feels your weight lift off the bed and go towards the door.

whatever happens next is involuntary. he uses his flesh arm to pull you back, caging you between his forearm and his chest. there's no thought to it, no rationalization. it's just you and him. and he's been deprived of this for so long.

he breathes into the crevice of your neck, and he has half a mind to place his entire face there. he wants to breathe you in after being away from you for so long. no conversations, no contact, no touching. the last time he was this close to you was years ago. he needs this, caleb thinks.

the feel of you against his bare chest is something he cannot seem to describe. it's like he's his teenage (or even kid) self again, where he seems to short-circuit whenever he comes in contact with you. you're still small compared to him, but you fit perfectly like you did a decade ago.

he lets you go after he feels you trembling. you don't hesitate to place your hands on his waist and tackle him onto the bed. you catch him off-guard as you pin him beneath you, looking straight into his eyes.

"hold me," you plead, "with your right hand."

caleb lets out a shaky breath. there are voltages of electricity flowing through him—literally and figuratively. his skin sparks alive when he feels you. will it be the same with the metal arm?

slowly, caleb raises his mechanical arm. he wraps it around you, and feels the movement of your back shift downwards. you released a breath you didn't know you were holding. caleb held his.

you wait patiently before caleb starts running his metal hand up and down your back. you watch him exhale as he continues. you press your forehead on his, and you breathe in tandem with him.

caleb is 25 when he discovers that he loves physical touch.

wow like i didn't expect this to get so long... but like here we are???

i think we need to start embracing touch-starved caleb in all of our fics. this man hasn't seen the love of his life in YEARS (infrequently, anyway) so i think once she touches him (like INTIMATELY) for the first time in years he goes a little cray.

also sorry the ending was rushed i wanted to get this over with bc i intented this to be like 500 words but obviously it got way longer than that. what can i say... this freak has dug into my brain.

#love and deepspace #lads #lnds #lads caleb #lnds caleb #caleb lads #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x you #lads x reader #lnds x reader #caleb x reader #caleb x mc #lads caleb x reader #lnds caleb x reader #caleb has taken over my brain like he's rotting it

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daemonbrain · 24 days ago

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"One of me is cute but two though!"

2.4k, cw: breeding kink, smut, kinda baby trapping (?), not proofread

a/n: based off Juno by Sabrina Carpenter hehe happy reading :)

Simon would go to the ends of the earth for his bird. You wanted to watch your favorite movie for the millionth time with him? Done. You were craving take out from that special spot across town in the middle of the night? He’s placing your order and grabbing his keys to go pick it up after a quick goodbye kiss. You wanted him to kill a little red-haired prick who got too close to you -grazed your arm- yesterday at 17:37 while in a crowded line when he went to the loo, with his bare hands? Fan-tastic. (He may be projecting a little)

But he was worried. He might not be the most perceptive man, but he wasn’t so thick headed he couldn’t see the signs.

The way you made googly eyes at every baby you passed by. Fuck sakes he had never seen so. many. babies.

Little things everywhere nowadays, though it might just be he’s now paying enough attention to notice. It definitely helped the unintentional search that your grip on his arm tightened every time you saw one. Your soft coos as you turned to him to say for a third time in a row that the babe was the “cutest thing you had ever seen”.

He loved you like he loved his gun after it got him out of a tough spot (he loved you more, but he's pretty poor at putting an example on it), but there was one thing he was wholly unsure he could give you. Being a father has never been something he was sure of, his own making his childhood a living hell assuring him that it wasn’t in his genes or anywhere in his future. He came to terms with that years ago and shoved the idea out of his mind entirely.

As you both sat down at a coffee shop while taking a break from your park walk, you just happened to get seated right next to another woman, a stroller in your direct view.

Fuckin’ great.

Biting your lip you take a peek at the chubbiest little thing in a deep sleep. Catching the gaze of the mother you smile. “She’s adorable” you chirped.

As the mother responded with a smile of her own, Simon felt a foot gently nudging his leg as gave him the prettiest eyes. Did you even try to hide it anymore? No, you really didn’t. Eyes filled with thinly veiled intentions, eyes that said “Look how cute! Jump across this table and give me one now,”

“Isn’t she cute Si?!”

He sighed and replied in his usual grumble, “course, ‘er little jumper is nice.” Tactics. Swiftly move out from the topic and do not let the missus see the little bows… on the jumper… he just pointed- for fucks sake you saw it.

After quite some time giggling with the mother over photos, because of course that had to be the natural progression of things, Simon observed in his characteristic shadow-like demeanor before the little one began to fuss in her sleep. The mother excused herself and the babe to nurse and it’s then you finally turn back to your silent companion with your usual beaming.

“ ‘avin fun there, yeah?” He laughed which came out more as a snort as you mockingly kicked him under the table.

“I am as a matter of fact!”

Pulling his hands into the air in surrender he looks you head on. “Okay, I get it.”

“The baby was just so- ugh! Did you see how chubby she was? Her little hair.. Gosh!” Stay on task. Do not get distracted by the target's beautiful smile or laugh. Someone had to be the voice of rationale after all.

“Like I said ‘er jumper was nice, luv.”

When the pout came to your lips, he considered it a success (you were hot either way) and chalked the whole thing as a minor bump in the road. Whatever this baby fever was would pass.

Nonetheless, he should’ve known his bird better than that. She wasn’t a quitter, that’s for damn sure. As you cooked up dinner in that cute apron and served it plated up so nicely it dawned on him just how… domestic this all was.

It was nice, he concluded. Calm.

You remained pensive and quiet for the most part during dinner, clearly desperate to say what you had been on your mind for weeks. He could see the way your mind's gears turned, wanting to blurt it out. Like an animal going feral at the bars of its cage. Except your the animal and your cage is the inherent trust you will not go awol and chuck your birth control pills into the trash while he’s not watching.

“Simon…”

Here it comes.

Simon grunted out his response while chewing on his food, looking up to meet your cautious gaze. Leaning across the table you gently lay your hand on his which held his fork, pushing it down.

“I’ve been thinking… a lot lately.” There you went with that look again. “Have you… ever thought of kids before? I- I know we’ve had this talk before… but-”

“C’mere.”

He outstretched his big arms and patted his lap. With quick acceptance you hurried over and let him pull you on top of him, one hand on the back of his chair and the other on your ass for support. The deep kneading of it was also for support of course.

“You know how I feel about them. ‘Is jus not somethin I think about, luvie.” He didn’t dare look away from your eyes. If he was about to take that gleam out of your eyes he at least owed it to you to watch.

You grabbed his face with a light touch and caressed the stubble which had begun to grow with a look beginning to resemble a spot of desperation. Pressing yourself further into his body, you couldn’t help your protests.

“Si.. I just- I want one so bad.” You began to slide your hand down the side of his neck, pressing forward to gently place a kiss. Leaning your forehead in the junction between his shoulder and neck you continued before he could respond.

“Don’t you? A little baby with us all the time.”

Someone had to be the voice of reason and Simon was going to have to put his foot down on this.

“You’re not thinkin straigh’, luv. It would be cute-” He was cut off in shock as he felt the slight rock of your hips as you cowered into his shoulder.

“Just imagine it! One of me is cute enough, but two!” The pace began to speed up as you blatantly started grinding against him. He let out a little huff. Voice of reason. Though his reason was nowhere to be found when he put his hand that was idly on the chair to your backside to encourage the movement.

You knew what came next, you had to sweeten the pot. You knew you were being mean, but you just had to! You were practically given no choice!

“Don’t you want that Si! Don’t you wanna make something together?” You all but pleaded. He looked straight past your head with a crumbling steely demeanor. Fuck.

You already began to tug at his shirt and with a final glare, Simon couldn’t help but look at his pretty bird. His pretty bird on top of the prize she coveted, heat passing between their bodies. Just one time. One time and then they could talk about this properly.

Simon gathered you up in his arms and stood while pressing an eager kiss to your lips. It was a soft and long thing as he brought you both to the bedroom you shared. He threw you down on the bed and stripped himself as you excitedly did the same.

Smiling up at him as if you won. You did not win. This was not a win, right? You were on your birth control either way, he would pull out as needed. What harm is there in fucking his own girl.

Pushing you on to your back he parted your legs to look what lay between them. There was the prize he was most proud of. Puffy cunt at the mercy of the cool air being pushed out by the vents. You were already beginning to shine.

“You were just waiting for it weren’t you? Knew I couldn’t leave you hanging, yeah?”

With a giggle you spread your thighs further and wiggled your hips teasingly. Simon dropped to his knees and pulled your body to the edge of the bed. Throwing each of your legs on either of his shoulders he spit into your cunt, taking two thick fingers and rubbing it in, catching on to your hole lightly as he played with the slick. He could see the way your stomach tightened as he circled your clit and he winded you up further when he firmly flicked it.

“Si” you whined.

“Wha’ is it?” He grinned as he lowered his head to press a kiss down. Devolving from a kiss, he grabbed onto one of your thighs with a strong grip and began to sloppily lick while you let out your breathy little moans, sensitive to the absolute tank holding you still as he ate straight from the source.

He licked and it just kept going. Dragging his tongue around your cunt, up to your puffy clit. He harshly sucked as he latched on to it drawing a cry from your vulnerable form. Tugging at his hair, he only looks up with his eyes, refusing to pull away his mouth.

Shaking your head with wide eyes you couldn’t help but push your fluffy little agenda.

“Si please. Please. Please, I need it! I’d never ask for anything else-” you moaned in surprise once again as he added a finger into your hole. Willing himself to pull away from you, Simon continued to fuck his finger into you as he spoke up, spittle and slick coating his mouth. He had to switch gears, use logic (and cum) to deter you.

“We’d never have time. All this?-” He added another finger into your clenching pussy “Gone. We’d be cleaning spit up instead.”

“We’d have a baby!” You exclaimed insistently.

You were practically off the edge, usually by now Simon had you fucked into your own little world. This incessant begging for a little one of your own is keeping you sharper than usual. He’d fix that.

“Please Simon” You pulled him up, the strain of his cock to be inside you encouraging him to follow your movements. He looked at you pretty tits, pretty like everything else on you. Taking a nipple between his fingers and rolling hard.

“These’d get all full.”

Fuck that backtracked his own point. His mind fighting back the onslaught of thoughts at the sight of your tits growing round and heavy because of something he could do. Would your body get all soft- NO.

Lining himself up and looking at that pleading expression, the only time he’d ever seen you so wanting of something you were willing to roll around with nothing else on your mind.

“Just one Si, just one with your eyes your nose your hair-” Your breath went short as he pushed himself in, giving shallow thrusts to feed into your aching cunt. Recomposing yourself you gripped on to his bicep, “Just do it, lock me down tonight.”

Simon couldn’t help the way he subconsciously began pushing your thighs up to give himself a deeper angle, your ankles dangling weightlessly above your head, knees to your chest. The groans which sounded through the room as his hips hammered into you in a desperate chase.

The two of you could do nothing but stare into each other's eyes, losing yourselves in each other while your cunt squeezes him like a vice. Determined to keep him there, body obstinately stuck on one thing.

Someone had to be the voice of reason. Someone had to object to a little one with his eyes and your personality. Someone had to be rational and not think about painting the nursery while you waddled about. Someone had to remain level-headed and not imagine the way your eyes would light up with unfettered joy.

You tossed your head back and he couldn’t help but grip your face in his hand, tugging it right back to him.

“With me luv, with me. Look at me.”

Someone had to be rational.

Nodding your head shakily you keep your eyes on the massive man pounding away at you, feeling the way your stomach bulges trying to accommodate all of him, your cunt coaxing him further into the sticky trap.

Your body begging for one thing, you looked like you needed it. Tongue lolling out of your mouth as you were fucked stupid, sweat collecting on your brow. You looked perfect. Your whining swallowed by his own mouth when he presses another kiss to your swollen lips, body enduring in hopes the fat cock ruthlessly disturbing its peace would grant it the big load it craved.

Someone had to be rational?

Maybe it was the way you sucked him in, the way he couldn’t stop thrusting into you, but it’s as if your body sent some message to the receptors in his mind. All that flashed before him images of happy and full and with his baby.

As if you could sense his thoughts, your own peak quickly overcame you white hot. The way you spasmed around him with a loud cry of pure ecstasy.

“Give it to me!” You somehow managed. His mind went blank as drunk off the pleasure as you were, the only thing he could do was thrust, unable to comprehend anything else.

A shame Simon couldn’t be rational when it came to his bird.

With the final slam of his hips, his release went into the deepest depths of you. His grip on your hips burning from how tight it was as he kept himself flush against you.

It took a few moments to come down from the high. Simon looked at your sweaty face, hazy from lack of energy. Maybe you did win this one, but he really didn't get all this effort (not that he was complaining) if you were still on birth control.

Birth control... which he hasn't had to remind you to take for quite some time...

Out of pure curiosity at his realization, he gently pushed the two of you further up the bed while keeping you plugged up. Opening the first drawer he manages to grab the box which contained your birth control pills. Upon further inspection, he notices it remains unopened and untouched. Shaking his head with a gruff laugh he peers down at you as you shiver from the rumble.

“Dirty girl”

You just smiled.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #call of duty #cod fanfic

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korraofthereef · 2 months ago

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I don’t think yall understand how fucking unstoppable Jinx and Ekko are. Put the two of them in a room together and they created a miniature version of Hextech within, like, a month give or take. Jayce had a rune on the hextech crystal to build the entire foundation of his creations off of, meanwhile Ekko gathered shards of nothing that were used 7 years ago.

Also, the fact that Piltover would have completely lost the battle if it weren’t for the two of them convincing the undercity to attack while also creating a a fucking hot air balloon-wind turbine-pirate ship thing in a days work.

Mind blowing.

They had to be enemies or else there would be no Arcane to watch

#✮ reef talks #arcane #ekko #jinx #timebomb #league of legends #lol #ekkojinx #jinx arcane

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ghostsprincess · 4 months ago

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I can't stop thinking about Ghost being such a gentleman when your boyfriend is an ass....

warning: domestic abuse, adult language

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You were mortified that it happened at work this time...

Your boyfriend was a brute of a man, made worse over the months by drinking alone at night while you bartended to help pay down your student debts from several years ago. He got a little rough with you, but only when he was plastered. And you forgave him, because he was decent the rest of the time.

But suddenly you had to start coming to the pub to pull pints with a little extra makeup on your face. The random patrons out for a casual drink wouldn't have noticed, but your regular boys did. You only knew them by Ghost and Soap. They were military and mean looking, but they laughed together like teenage schoolmates. It was always a good night when they sat at the bar, but you could often feel their eyes on you.

"Y' alright, love?" Ghost asked the first night you wore extra eye makeup and a bright red lipstick.

"Yes," you told him, not meeting his eyes. Your face hurt. Your boyfriend had slapped you two days ago. Your skin was puffy and bruised, and you were embarrassed and afraid to move out, so you stayed. "You boys need another round?"

They left you a sizable tip. They always did.

The next time you saw them, your lip was split open, and you were desperate for a way out of the mess your life had turned into. Trying to hide your face while you mixed drinks was a chore, and as soon as Ghost and Soap arrived, you knew it was useless.

When Soap disappeared toward the washrooms, Ghost leaned across the bar, his hulking shoulders taking up more than their fair of space, making you smile slightly. His voice was deep and soft, but his words made you shiver and freeze with your hand on a pint glass. "Y' know, a pretty little thing like you belongs on a pedestal. A man should touch you with reverence."

You stared at him silently as his eyes tracked the mark on your lip. When Soap returned, you didn't charge them a cent for their drink, but they tipped you well anyway.

When a confrontation happened at the bar, tears stung your eyes, and you wanted to hide. Your boyfriend was drunk and angry, and tonight he beckoned you from behind the bar to a dark corner near the hallway where he could have some privacy while he berated you and roughed you up.

"Please," you begged, running your hands nervously on your shirt. "Just go home. I'll be off work in an hour."

"How many of them have you fucked?"

"What?" you gasped, thinking he'd finally lost it. "What are you talking about? I need to get back to work."

He pushed you up against the wall with his other hand on your jaw. "How many of the men here tonight have you fucked?" His thumb brushed the spot on your lip that was nearly healed, and you flinched. "You have the guiltiest expression. So, tell me how much of a slut you've been. As your boyfriend, I need to keep you in line."

Then he was being hauled away from you as your legs shook. With wide eyes, you watched Ghost's massive bicep wrap around his neck like it was nothing. "Y' alright, love?" he asked you softly, and you nodded without saying a word. Then his face darkened, and his voice was an angry snarl as he told your boyfriend, "Ya' been relieved of your duties."

"The fuck?" he responded from his headlock, gasping for air.

Ghost sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fuckin' prick don't even know military protocol." Then he raised his voice a little louder. "I said, ya' been relieved of your duties. I'll take over from here."

Somehow, you found your voice. "Take over?"

Ghost's face softened again when he looked at you there against the narrow hallway wall. "With the boyfriend duties," he told you while Soap dragged your ex-boyfriend toward the exit. "Sound good, love?"

He was holding out his big paw of a hand, palm facing up, and you knew he'd be incapable of using it to hurt you. The softness in his gaze right now and every time he looked at you was proof enough of that. You didn't respond, but you smiled as you slid your hand into his grasp.

"That'll do for now," he grunted.

That was the night you came to know him as Simon.

💀

Part two

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readwritealldayallnight · 2 months ago

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(part of the ‘Wife at First Sight’ series)

The newlyweds hold each other close, bodies swaying in time with the music that plays through rented speakers in the dance hall, their loved ones gathered around to watch their first dance.

Every guest in attendance is sporting a smile as they gaze upon the happy couple, some even have tears brimming close to their lash lines, threatening to spill over. There is no doubt that today is a day every in attendance will remember for a long time.

You and Simon however…

Well, the two of you are happy for the newlyweds, of course, no doubt about it. You’re very grateful that your sister included you in her wedding party. But when one of Simon’s large hands happened to slip into yours when the DJ asked everyone to gather around the dance floor to watch the couple’s first dance, he hardly had to give you much of a tug to steer you towards one of the darker corners of the decorated space.

Turning to face you, he offered you his extended hand along with a raised brow in question. Slipping your smaller hand into his bare palm, both of you pointedly ignoring the spark that shot through your nerves at the slight touch, you allow him to hesitantly pull you closer and closer, until there isn’t any air left between your bodies, your figures moulding together as though you were simply chunks of clay on a pottery wheel, two separate pieces becoming one.

Instinctually, as though the two of you have held each other like this countless times beforehand, your arms snake around his neck while his large palms come to land on the small of your waist, the room too dark for you to see how his hands hold the slightest tremble to them

Simon can’t recall if his hands have ever shaken while on duty, and if they have, it was in the very early days of his career, too long ago to even be remembered. His confidence in himself and his abilities too strong to allow for any nerves to seep through and put a tremble in his steady hands. With you however…

When it comes to you, Simon finds himself in uncharted territory, in unfamiliar waters. He doesn’t have anyone on comms to tell him how to do this, no briefing to go over the plan, no Captain giving him orders he can follow to a T like the good soldier he is. For someone who had become so used to working solo for years, he’s finding himself at a constant loss when it comes to pulling the trigger with you.

But now, with your smaller body held so gently but firmly in his strong arms as you sway together to the melody, no one else aware to the private moment you two are having in the shadows, he can’t imagine going on any longer without this being his reality. No more pretending, no more charades, he wanted the real thing. And that alone terrified him more than any RPG or close combat fight ever had.

As the night wraps up, Simon hangs back and watches you hug your sister and new brother in law, watches you bid your goodbyes to fellow friends and family members, watches you fetch a coat for an older aunt who’d misplaced it, watches you ruffle your young nephew’s hair as he sleeps on his mothers shoulder, watches you spin and stroll and saunter about the space leaving everyone you interact with wearing a smile, all while he thinks to himself, wife wife wife wife wife wi-

My wife

If you would have asked him, he planned on blaming the slight breeze outside during your walk from the venue back to the car, as to why he removed his blazer and draped it over your shoulders. But like everything else that happened between the two of you, you didn’t question it, instead choosing to enjoy the warmth that the jacket emanated, along with the lingering smell of Ghost clinging to the fabric

Nor did you have anything to say when you felt his pinky finger brush yours once, twice, three times before he was threading his thick, calloused fingers together with your softer ones, each of you silently relishing in the others touch

As he did every time the two of you happened to drive together, he opened your door for you, still holding onto your palm as he helped you in. Tonight however, unlike any other time, instead of shutting the door and coming around to the drivers side right away, Simon instead grabbed ahold of the seatbelt before you had a chance to, slowly reaching over you to buckle you in, your cheeks warming at the gesture

The drive back to base was quieter than usual. Already known for being a man of few words, you had grown accustomed to the way you apparently brought the fearsome Lieutenant out of his shell for you and you only. You occasionally filled the otherwise comfortable silence with comments about the wedding, remarks about the decor, complaints about the music choice, joking about how much fun you’d had introducing everyone to your husband, all while he sat quietly in the drivers seat

Though his ever stoic expression did not betray his inner thoughts, his mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to figure out how to open his mouth and just say what he wants to say. He remembers learning somewhere that car rides are often a useful environment for having difficult conversations, as it is easier to talk and let things out without having the pressure of someone watching you, and you looking back at them.

He has to do it. He will do it. If he doesn’t do it now, when else will he ever work up the courage to say what he’s been feeling since the very second he laid eyes on you and knew who you would be to him

“-honestly though, I don’t think anyone was expecting my uncle to start dancing like th-”

“Love, can I-” Simon interrupts you, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as he takes a steadying inhale and braces himself. You glance at him for a moment, not minding that he’s cut you off, as you’d been wondering what was going on in that head of his, almost able to hear the gears turning in his brain as he drove. “I need to say somethin’.”

“Okay.”

“And I don’t-” He can’t help but take another deep breath, unsure of how to go about this. “I don’t know how to-”

This time, it’s you who cuts him off, when you shift in your seat and reach a delicate hand out to rest on his bicep, offering the slightest squeeze of reassurance. He takes his eyes off the road just long enough to glance down at where your hand lays on his muscle, feeling as if his he’s been shocked where you touch him, even with the clothing separating your skin from his, the simple gesture giving him just enough confidence to say what he needs you to hear

“I don’t have much to offer you, love.” He begins by saying, his death grip on the steering wheel loosening more and more every second he feels the weight of your hand still resting on him, letting him know you’re there. “My job- it’s dangerous. I know you know that, but I haven’t a family member left alive because o’ what I do. I haven’t a single friend outside o’ my own bloody task force. I’ve got a small flat in the city I only see maybe five times out o’ the year. I don’t- I don’t have much, love.”

Simon takes another breath, grounding himself as he feels your thumb stroking his arm through the fabric of his button-up, still listening to him, still here with him.

“But if I had you, swee’heart. If I really had you, had you as my wife,” he has to stop to clear this throat, his emotions seeping through into his words. “If I had you as my wife, I’d have the whole world. That’s all I want. All I need.”

It’s your turn to stew in silence for what in actuality is only a few moments, but for Simon it feels like an eternity and a half, every possible worst case scenario he’d ever thought up flashing through his mind with every passing second you don’t say anything.

“Wait,” you finally reply, the storm in his head halting at the sound of your voice. “Simon, do you- are you- are you saying you like me???”

That… that was not what Simon was expecting you to have to say after all that

“Er- yes.”

“Simon!” You squeal, the gentle hand on his arm now swatting at him repeatedly. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?! I had no idea!”

Were it anyone else, Simon would be downright bewildered with how truly and utterly blind you’ve been these past few months, only now putting two and two together as to his true feelings for you. But because it is you, he can’t help the light chuckle that slips free from between his lips

“You know what, you’re right lovie. I should’ve been more clear.” He says, only half-joking.

“But wait, I- I don’t understand. You- isn’t there someone else? I mean- I helped you pick a ring for someone-”

You watch as Simon readjusts his grip on the steering wheel so that he’s driving with one hand, the other reaching across to the glove compartment in front of you, pulling it open to reveal nothing out of the ordinary; the car’s starter manual, a flashlight, an extra pair of gloves, a ring bo-

A ring box

But not just any ring box

You know it as soon as your eyes land on it, and you can’t help the gasp that comes out of you, even this late at night in the darkness of the car with shadows whooshing past constantly, you recognize that box right away

You helped pick it out after all

“It’s your ring, love.” You hear Simon whisper, his outstretched hand hesitantly reaching out to smooth over your knee, recognizing that things are starting to make sense to you after all this time. “It could only ever be for you. There is only you.”

Your trembling fingers pull the box from its hiding spot, bringing it to rest in your palms on your lap, cradling it as though it were the most precious thing you ever held

You don’t realize that Simon is pulling the car over to rest on the curb, until you feel the parking brakes being put on, your eyes finally glancing up to meet his own steady gaze. Gaze locked with yours, he slowly reaches out to pluck the box from your hands, tilting the top open to reveal the very same piece of jewelry you’d unknowingly chosen for yourself. But your eyes never drift down to catch the diamond sparkling in the light, instead staying directly on his, something much more precious and priceless unfolding between the two of you

You’ve known Simon for months now, have spent countless hours talking, laughing, getting to know each other more deeply than anyone else has known you in years. In all that time, never once did you question his mask, nor did you ever ask to see what was underneath, respecting that it was part of what made him him

Now however, your eyes widen as you watch his fingers slip beneath the ear loops of his simple black medical mask, before he slowly brings it down, revealing a scarred, pale, vulnerable, and handsome face beneath

The gesture is not lost on you; Simon is truly baring himself completely to you, no more hiding behind jokes or masks or anything

“Love,” he begins, clearing his throat once more before he asks the most important question of his life. “Would you make me the happiest man alive and marry m-”

You’ve cut him off again

But not with your words, nor your reassuring touch

No, this time you cut him off by reaching forward to grasp the collar of his shirt and pulling him towards you, lips meeting in a passionate crash that feels as though time has stopped and the earth stands still, a feeling that leaves you certain that no one else on the surface of the earth has ever felt something as deeply, as world shattering as this

You’re finally kissing Simon

Simon is finally kissing you

Pulling back for air, you don’t dare go any farther than where you can lean your forehead against his, each of you panting, with grins stretching across your kiss-swollen lips

“Take that as a yes.”

“Oh my gosh,” You laugh along with him, your shared breaths warming the others reddening faces. “Just wait until we tell everyone!”

Simon isn’t sure how to break it to you, that you might just in fact be the last person to find out about this

If you’ve made it this far into the series, I wanted to say thank you so so so much for reading and thank you for your patience between uploads!!!

This will not be the last part to Wife at First Sight- I’m hoping to make one last NSFW part to wrap it all up, but I wanted it to be separate from this upload in case anyone wasn’t wanting to read the 18+

- M 🫶🏻

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princesssmars · 1 month ago

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better leave your man at home!

mini stories of vi, sevika, abby, and ellie showing you your true worth.

wc : 7.306

contains : sfw and nsfw. fxf. fem!reader. cheating on the men's part until ellie's part lol. ellie’s is a modern!au the rest are in canon. mentions of violence and alcohol. silco but he's chill. owen but he's not chill. reader can be interpreted as bi or comphet i think!

a/n : ladies if you're reading this...cheat on him. or cheat back. yknow what just leave him.

VIOLET ꨄ

ʚɞ ever since getting out of prison and restarting her life, vi had been looking for a new purpose.

ʚɞ she had found a solid job, managed to reconnect with wither last siblings left alive, and started to build up a life for herself, but still, she felt...aimless. she longed for a deeper connection than the ones she had, someone she could yet again.

ʚɞ and then she meets you, a sweet little store owner with a voice that sounds like a symphony and an attitude as sweet as cookies. the first time she even met you she bumped into you on the street outside your bakery, knocking you supplies for your treats all over the ground. she's expecting that usual zaunite 'watch where you're going!' but instead you tell her not to worry, that you were carrying too many things anyway.

ʚɞ it was almost instinct for her to assure you she was at fault, downright demanding she help you carry everything that dropped inside and that it was the least she could do. you call her a sweetheart and tell her if she does you'll send her home with a plate of her favorite dessert. how could she say no?

ʚɞ she cant help but to quickly hang out with you whenever she can. after her shifts she stops by to help you close up, telling you its the least she could do for someone who was oh-so sweet. you seem to welcome her affections, whispering one late night when making some extra batter that you always appreciate when she stops by. she goes home on a high that night.

ʚɞ but then the worst thing ever happens. you get a boyfriend.

ʚɞ apparently he's some old family friend who moved back to the city when he found a small fortune overseas and was ready to come back to 'win you over like he tried years ago'. you told the story with a slightly wistful voice but all vi could do was nod along with wide eyes and a shut mouth.

ʚɞ eventually, she meets the guy, a tall and rather weasly looking guy who was waiting impatiently outside the store. she gave him a simple greeting and all he could do was tilt his head in recognition that she was there, apparently. she passed him and went to the back of the store and asked you what he was doing standing outside looking all suspicious. her eyes nearly bulged out of her head when you told her he was waiting to take you out but had to stand outside because he couldn't stand the smell of bread.

ʚɞ yeah, this definitely wasn't gonna last long. she’d just have to get you to see that.

ʚɞ sadly, she didn't have to do much work. ton a sunny day when the two of you were walking through the upper city levels together you stopped in your tracks, a talking vi whose arm was wrapped with yours questioning what made you stop before following your eyesight to see your boyfriend in the arms of another woman, way too close for comfort. vi wanted nothing more in that moment than to go and knock the bastard's lights out, but she had to prioritize you first.

ʚɞ you go into a depression for a week, your shop closed and your apartment locked as you skulk and cry in your home. but thankfully you gave vi a key not too long into your friendship, and she wakes you up one afternoon and demands you go and clean yourself up while she takes care of your chores.

ʚɞ you come out of the shower feeling rejuvenated and refreshed, your mood only lifting higher at the smell of cookies in the air. you pad out to the kitchen and cant help but smile when you see vi standing with a tray of perfectly made chocolate chip cookies on the island counter.

ʚɞ you sit up on your counter and moan at the taste of the cookies, vi accepting your praise of her baking skills with pride as she rubs over your bare thighs. eventually the topic steers to your recent heartbreak and vi makes sure you can complain and vent to her all you want.

ʚɞ but the last thing she wants to hear is you blaming yourself, teary-eyed and mumbling about how maybe you were too overbearing in your affections. she gently but sternly brings your attention to her, making sure you look her in the eyes when she goes on about how you’re the nicest and most soft-natured person she’s ever known and he was a fool to not see what an amazing woman he had in front of him.

ʚɞ and you cant help but feel even worse at the clear effect her affection has on you, unconsciously biting her lip at her praise and closeness. her eyes dart down to your lips and back to your eyes, slowly inching her head forward for permission. as soon as you slightly nod your head she’s kissing you with months of pent-up adoration, warmth, and lust.

ʚɞ a small part of you feels guilty for moving on to your close friend only a week after you broke up with your boyfriend, but when her fingers are drifting down to your cunt and making you cry as you cum over and over again, you can't find it in you to care.

ʚɞ “he was an idiot to give up on someone as sweet as you. but down worry muffin, i’m not gonna take that chance.”

SEVIKA ꨄ

ʚɞ sevika had made a promise to herself years ago: don't mess with married women.

ʚɞ she could give herself some grace, she was young and dumb, and the woman was incredibly gorgeous. and when a woman with legs that could bring any person woman or man to their knees comes up to you and asks you your plans for the night, you cant exactly pass up the opportunity. though she wishes she did after her partner caught them together in bed and she got in one of the worst fights of her life.

ʚɞ but she had to admit things in her life were getting a bit…stale, to say the least. her schedule was a steady routine of doing tasks for silco, reeling in jinx, and keeping the last drop working like a well-oiled machine. she didn't want anything drastic that would screw up their plans to happen, just…something.

ʚɞ and oh, does she get it. some out of towner got too rowdy in the bar and started a bar fight and before she could come in and get things under control theirams leg gets broken. so now she’s tasked with finding a good enough replacement to cover him for the few months it gets healed since he for some reason couldn't just take a shimmer dose and get back on his feet in no time.

ʚɞ she goes through dozens of recruits, all either too disobedient or downright atrocious behind a bar. she’s just about to give up and force one of the goons to do it when you come through the door. you’re rather unassuming, and at first she things you’re joking until you travel behind the bar and instruct her to give you any drink and you can make it. after ten different drinks she’s more than convinced.

ʚɞ she doesn't talk to you much at first, you’re just another cog in the machine that keeps the enterprise running smoothly. obviously she’s noticed that you’re attractive, surrounded by a stern but easy-going aura that makes most customers sit and want to talk to you for hours on end. it amused her when she watched how you convinced three different patrons to buy some more drinks so you’d continue telling them a wild story of some adventure you apparently had in bilgewater years back.

ʚɞ she can't help but ask you if its true later when the bar is closing and you’re wiping everything down, rolling her eyes when you call her out for listening to your conversations. you reveal that all your stories of adventure and excitement are true, but that you gave that life up when you decided to settle down after you get married.

ʚɞ she scoffs that the woman you married must be a hell of a catch to get you to leave behind such an exciting life, and she sees your eyes drop when you reveal that life with your husband is a nice and quiet alternative to your days of danger. sevika’s always had a good poker face, and she’s really glad she has it now after hearing you gave up all of that for a guy. and that her gaydar was apparently wrong, which never happens.

ʚɞ but its almost like this is the challenge her mind has been looking for, because after that conversation she keeps having late-night talks with you when no one else is around. you’re disarmingly easy to talk to, able to show a compassion and understanding that isn’t common for the folks down here. its only a few hours after she gets a bit too tipsy and accidentally lets slip a story about her upbringing that she lays in bed and slaps her human hand to her forehead in frustration when instead of being embarrassed all she can think about is your soft hand gently rubbing her shoulder as she poured her heart out.

ʚɞ she is so screwed.

ʚɞ eventually, you draw silco’s attention. mostly because the profits from the bar have nearly doubled since you started working, partly because he can tell a certain someone is distracting sevika. he gave her a list of tasks one day that he could tell she hated doing and she went off with a nod and without a word, and she either had a new woman in her life or she was about to snap. he made sure to find out about you a few minutes later, and asked/demanded to know more about your life. in particular, any outside connections you had.

ʚɞ sevika doesn't know whether she wants to thank silco or kill him when you’re given a more permanent position at the bar and finally introduce the crew to your husband, a man who silco has apparently given a job in his booking department. when sevika pulls him aside later to ask why he would od something like that, he just. shrugs. silco never just shrugs.

ʚɞ now that you’ve basically part of their little crime family it's even easier for sevika to spend more time with you. unfortunately for you jinx has taken a liking to you, but you handle it well and always make sure to give the girl her favorite drink in her favorite cup whenever she stops in the bar to babble on about some new weapon of mayhem she’s decided to make.

ʚɞ but after a few weeks she notices your mood start to sour, how you start getting snippy with some of the more rowdy drunks who stumble through the bar. she catches you a few hours after closing sat behind the bar with a half drunken bottle in your hand and mascara running down your cheeks. normally if this was anyone else she’d scoff to herself and quickly make her exit but instead she plops herself down next to you and demands you tell her what's wrong. through hiccups and tears, you tell her that you’re pretty sure your husband is lying to you. about a lot. in particular about where he spends his nights and comes back grumbling about ‘unfair bets’ and losing cash.

ʚɞ sevika assures you she’ll get to the bottom of it, and it only takes her a few hours of trailing thee guy to find out the problem. it seems your betrothed has been gambling your money away in seedy gambling circles, with some guys she swore she told to cut it out months ago when it came to rigging their dice when playing with tourists. but the amounts he’s using are definitely more than what either of you are making on a salary.

ʚɞ she tries not to smile when she picks the excuse of a man up by the back of his neck with her mech hand, reveling in the horrified look on his face as he makes up excuse after excuse for why he’s been stealing money from you and the boss, that he swears he’ll make it back up to silco-

ʚɞ you come in the next day as confused as ever, whispering that your husband packed up his things in the middle of the night and disappeared. sevika sits you down and explains that your husband was a thief, stealing hundreds from silco rather sloppily under his nose, and was dealt with in a timely manner. but she assures you that you won't be affected by any debts he may have had, she’ll make sure of it and make sure none of those gamblers come after you.

ʚɞ you only grow closer and closer after that night, and its no surprise you start to catch feelings for the gorgeous woman who constantly makes sure you’re safe and protected. its on one of the bars rather more exciting nights that you relent and play a drinking game with some members of the crew, and in a moment of weakness accidentally admit that since your husband left you haven't been laid in weeks, and in an additional moment of weakness admit that the first person you’d like to rock your world would be none other than silco’s second hand.

ʚɞ it was just your luck that the woman was walking by when the words left your lips, and fueled by her own dose of liquid courage came up behind you and whispered that she was free at that moment.

ʚɞ you expected many things when you settled down in zaun, and getting bent in half for hours on end by the second in command to the rule of the underground was not one of them. but when sevika groans in your ear and moans about how you have the tightest pussy she’s ever had the pleasure of taking, you’re really glad it happened to you.

ʚɞ “god, i’m really not gonna be able to stay away from you now. promise that the next time you get married you’re not gonna have to worry about being disappointed ever again.”

ʚɞ (when sevika walks in the next morning with a rare smile on her face silco does admit that he hired your husband knowing he’d be an idiot that she’d have to get rid of. you’re welcome.)

ABBY ꨄ

ʚɞ abby never saw herself as a jealous person. she’d only been in one relationship before, and even though it ended rather sourly she knew it was only natural that they’d both eventually move on. but when she sees you, a new wlf recruit walking and smiling side by side with owen, she feels…weird. really weird.

ʚɞ she does feel bad that as soon as he introduces you all to the group at a small party thrown by some of the soldiers all she can manage is tight-lipped smile and a small wave. you visibly deflate and smile it off, immediately pulled away by nora and leah to grab some drinks. manny butts her shoulder with his, giving her that ‘what the hell?’ look he loves to do. she defensively apologizes, because how should she react? her ex-boyfriend clearly has a thing for you, is she supposed to be all buddy buddy with you?

ʚɞ it doesn't help that its clear to everyone that you’re pretty. like, weirdly pretty for someone in the middle of an apocalyptic setting. crystal clear skin, smooth lips, and eyes of a beautiful shade. she caught herself staring once in the gym as you laughed with one of the trainers and had to quickly get herself together.

ʚɞ isaac must be playing a sick game because you then get assigned to go with her on patrol. she initially resented, questioning why you were tagging along when you mostly worked with the medics and mel was already trailing along. he said that apparently you had asked for the chance to get some more field practice and left it at that, dismissing her with a wave.

ʚɞ she was quiet for most of the ride to the patrol spot, hands tight on the steering wheel as you sat in the back of the truck with the others in the group and laughed at some story one the guys was talking about.

ʚɞ god, even your laugh is cute, she thinks as she carefully maneuvers the truck around a downed tree. youre like if a dream girl was placed down in this wasteland to torture her, a giant sign to tell her of course owen went after you, you were perfect. more perfect than she could be.

ʚɞ it isnt helpful that shes left partnered with you as you clear out the abandoned store in the strip mall they've all been sent to check and re-clear the spaces if necessary. she finds herself frustrated when you very reasonably and very smartly stick to her side the whole time. she swears she almost trips over an overgrown branch when she catches a whiff of your soap and she doesnt know where the hell you managed to snag vanilla flavored anything.

ʚɞ everything is fine for a while. you both remain vigilant as you walk through the barely lit aisles of the department store, the only action when a clicker jumps up out of nowhere and nearly tackled you before she’s roughly pushing you out of the way and kicking out its knees before bashing in its head with her boot. she’s panting and catching her breath before roughly asking if you were alright and reminding you to stay vigilant, taking your wide eyed stare for shock at a close encounter to what would be a rather painful death.

ʚɞ but despite her rather abrasive attitude you try your best to be friendly with her. you reveal that owen did confide about their past relationship, and as awkward as the situation sometimes was you wouldn’t let it drive a wedge between you, that you in fact wanted to be friends with abby. you had heard a great many things about her, how she was a loyal friend, a courageous leader, clearly an incredibly strong soldier-

ʚɞ her brain. short circuits a bit. the way you called her strong, like it was fact that was so obvious that she’d already proven it to you just by being out here. sure she’d pushed you of out the trajectory of that clicker but that was normal, anyone should and would do the same. she realizes you wouldn’t get the chance to see any displays of strength like that back in the base save for the visits to the gym, and a foreign voice in her head laments what a shame that is.

ʚɞ she doesn’t realize until a day later just how screwed she is.

ʚɞ whatever weird…feelings she has for you don’t even get a chance to go away or settle, just fester and multiply with your constant presence. where abby is her friends are close by, and that now includes you. at small get togethers, shared gym workouts, breakfast lunch and dinner hangouts, you’re always there with a bright smile and a warm greeting for her. she thinks she’s hiding whatever it is she’s hiding pretty well until nora pulls her to the side and asks why she just keeps staring at you whenever you’re around, that she understand there might be some lingering feelings of jealousy and resentment towards owen but that’s no reason to treat you rudely.

ʚɞ abby stumbles over her words, insisting that she’s not treating you rudely, that’s the last thing she would want to do. who would ever do that to someone as nice and sweet and gorgeous as you? she ends her mini explanation with a stiff chuckle and looks at nora who’s now staring at her with an open mouth and a flabbergasted look on her face.

ʚɞ so it’s clear that abby likes you. she doesn’t know how to grapple with the fact, and decides its best to just deal with it privately and wait for it to just pass as most things do. the only person who knows is nora, who after not talking to her for a few hours after their last encounter came back to abby’s room to apologize for walking out on her in a moment where they so clearly needed to talk more about what was just revealed. she assures abby that she’ll help her through this but it’s very confusing to herself as well. it’s not every day you have to deal with your best friend falling in love with her boyfriends new girlfriend.

ʚɞ she doesn’t agree with abby’s method, frequently telling her that dealing with this in private will only have the opposite effect. and just like normally she’s right, abby’s increased attempt at distance from you only peaks your worry and drives you to constantly check in on her to make sure she’s okay. one day you come by her room after one of your workouts, and the sight of you covered in a thin sheen of sweat in shorts and a tank asking her sweetly if she’s feeling okay and if she’d like to join you for lunch let’s her know for sure that she really can’t do this for much longer.

ʚɞ so she’s tries her best to try a different approach : exposure therapy. as bad as it sounds, she’s sure once she starts spending more time with you she’ll realize you aren’t some mythical girl of of her dreams and are just a normal person who’s dating her ex and who she can totally just be normal friends with. she comes up to you in the halls a few days later and asks if you’d like her to help you train for more field work and you beam up at her before wrapping your arms around her neck and thanking her a multitude of times before composing yourself. you go one about how you were so eager to prove yourself and you’d do no better than to have the abby anderson teaching you the basics. she zoned out as soon as she felt your skin against the back of her neck, nodding along to all of your words with a doe-eyed blank look.

ʚɞ it’s really nice bonding with you over the course of a few short weeks. you quickly pick up on the things she teaches you, and whatever you don’t she’s more than eager to help you learn. she hates to admit it but her conscious cheered a little bit when you told her you needed help aiming one of the bigger rifles, and it nearly screamed when she got to place herself behind you and helped you aim at the target practice. maybe she’s a bit delusional at this point but she swears she felt your body relax into hers, felt your breath stutter just a bit when her chest met your back.

ʚɞ and she knows it’s serious when she trusts you enough to share her space in the library. it’s a night when manny has a girl over so she’s in her usual cozy spot surrounded by the book shelves when she shears your gentle footsteps and call of her name, remarking that you initially went to the room out of loneliness about owen being gone for the night but came here when a breathless and shirtless manny told you her usual sleepover spot. she invites you to settle in with her in her heap of old blankets surrounded by dusty novels, trying her best to remain calm when you lean your head on her shoulders and insisted she keep reading her current book aloud.

ʚɞ she wakes up to the early morning light with her head rested on top of yours, snuggled up to battle the chill of the stadium air and your hand clamped around her arm. when she looks down at your face and wishes she could see you like this every day she realizes that she is really, really screwed.

ʚɞ luckily she doesn’t have to wait long to see you like that again. well, the circumstances are rather horrid. yet another soldier was having small secret party ok one of the larger stadium dorms and you were glued to abby’s side. everyone besides nora was confused but happy that the two of you seemed to be getting along so well, and nora herself kept giving abby looks that were a mixture between pity, worry, and just a bit of ‘you need to just get this off of your chest to anyone else but me’ annoyance.

ʚɞ abby was your designated drink manager, constantly making sure you weren’t too drunk and were drinking enough water to stave off any of the negative effects of the smuggled in alcohol they brought in for the party. you’re both sitting on one of the couches and observing the party when you make an off handed comment about not seeing owen for a while and abby decides to sit you down snuggly on the couch while she goes to look for him to appease your tipsy haze. her search leads her down the hallway, and it’s only when she hears an object drop in a nearby maintenance closet does she find out the truth.

ʚɞ she whips open the door to see owen and mel in a rather…well, let’s just say a really lewd position. in the midst of being disgusted and infuriated she finds a bit of amusement at mousy mel of all people doing a drunken hookup in a dingy closet. owen hurriedly tries to fix himself and his pants, insisting to abby that it’s not what it looks like, and suddenly his eyes lock on an object behind her and she turns around to see you, teary eyed and clearly betrayed before you silently stoop off to the direction of your own room.

ʚɞ abby is normally a calm person. as a soldier she isn’t afforded the luxury to let her emotions get the better of her in moments of stress. but seeing you with tears in your eyes and a wobbly lip makes her wish she broke owen’s nose on the spot. collecting all of her composure, she slaws the closet door in his face and quickly runs after you.

ʚɞ she quickly chases after you, making her way down the stadium halls until she finds your bedroom door agape, quickly knocking and entering when she hears your quiet cry demanding owen leave. she makes sure to announce who she is once she settles in beside you on your bed, gently extending her hands to make sure shes allowed to physically comfort you before pulling you into a tight hug once you let her know it’s okay.

ʚɞ she had again struggles to keep her composure when you cry into her shoulder, not minding the tears staining her t-shirt when she hears you weep about what a fool you wer, how you were such an idiot to believe that someone like him could truly care about you.

ʚɞ in the morning, she can blame the weeks of pent up feelings, or maybe the cup of beer she had an hour before, but she can’t stop herself from grabbing your shoulders and turning you towards her, commanding your attention before she reveals that should’ve warned you about owen earlier, that she should’ve known he would take advantage of someone with as sweet a nature as you. She’s always known he was a fool, but to ruin his chances of someone like you is the dumbest thing he ever could’ve done.

ʚɞ when you sniffle and look up at her with those shiny eyes and puffy lips and ask her if that’s true she feels her composed facade slipping, hands shaky as she reaches up to wipe your tears away before letting her palm letting her fingers trail down your face, biting her lip when she sees your eyelids flutter closer when her hands start to ghost down your neck.

ʚɞ she doesn’t feel sorry when she watches you take off your top, doesn’t feel guilt when she pushes you down to the bed and lets her lips bite and kiss from your neck to her chest and draw out all manners of whines and gasps from your throat. and when she feels your hips lift up and grind into her crotch, when her hands attach themselves to your hips and forces you to bring yourself to an orgasm in your pants, she doesn’t give a shit how it’ll seem when she parades you around the stadium tomorrow.

ʚɞ manny and nora are open mouthed and shocked when you walk hand in hand into the cafeteria the next morning, both starry eyed and covered in love bites as you sit together nearly attached at the hip. when owen walks in a few minutes later and quickly storms out after seeing the two of you, abby can’t help but shrug when manny asked her what the hell is going on.

ʚɞ “owen had his chance, and he should learn that jealously is a monster.”

ELLIE ꨄ

ʚɞ in moments like these ellie remembers laughing at how her fellow lesbians would fall for their straight friends in middle and high school and end up with broken hearts and broken friendships. and now as she sits across from you and listens to you lament about your boyfriend, she realizes that karma is real and she is totally a bitch.

ʚɞ truly, she has no one to blame, but herself the moment she saw you walk into the record store she worked at she knew that this would only lead to trouble for herself. It was obvious to Dina, who lightly pushed his shoulder and told her to stop drooling and to focus on her work and not fall into another relationship so soon after her catastrophic breakup with cat. she had rolled her eyes at the brunette and assured her nothing would happen, that she’d politely introduce herself, help you buy a product, and never think about or see you again.

ʚɞ god, what an idiot she was.

ʚɞ as soon as she introduced herself, you complemented her tattoo, mention that you had wanted one but were too indecisive about a design and placement. before she can even think of what she wants to say she’s telling you that wouldn’t mind hooking you up with her tattoo artist who could help you decide what you wanted. hell, she wouldn’t mind helping you decide what kind of vibe you were going for when it came to the body art and where exactly on your body would be best to showcase it.

ʚɞ you’re beaming up at her and thanking her, telling her that she really is just too kind. she’s even kinder when she continues to talk to you as she helps you look through the store, helping you decide which record would be best for your collection.

ʚɞ and helping you pick out another record as a gift. for your boyfriend. she can hear dina snicker at the counter all the way from three aisles away, passing it off as allergies when you turn to look at her.

ʚɞ but it’s not like she’s gonna fall for you. she gives you her number, but that’s because she already promised she’d help you with the tattoo stuff. and sure she talks with you for hours the following week and even goes with you to the parlor for moral support, but that’s because she’s a good person! and you even told her she’s a great friend for helping you with this! she’s just being friendly.

ʚɞ soon enough she basically becomes your new best friend. she doesn’t know how it happened really, somewhere between helping you when your car broke down in the middle of the road and having dinner with your parents when they demand to meet the person who’s been taking up an extra chunk of their daughters time. it’s frightening how easy it is to just be with you, to talk to you about any and everything. she remembers it took dina pestering her at work for weeks for them to become friends, and here she is laughing with your dad over roasted chicken after a month.

ʚɞ dina and jesse call her delusional. when the former shows the latter a picture of you on the instagram account you have to ellie he folds over in laughter and tells ellie oh so eloquently that she’s definitely going to fall for you, it’s only inevitable. but she remains vigilant that she wouldn’t do something so dumb. i mean yeah you’re basically exactly her type, like a deity went into one of her wet dreams and plucked the woman she manifested and placed you in the real world, but she was strong. there were plenty of fish in the sea. plenty of gay fish, to be exact.

ʚɞ she tries to go on dates, scrolls through tinder and likes every other attractive viable woman she sees. she even manages to have a few hookups. its really just a coincidence that they have some of your similar characteristics, truly. she’s not actually looking for you in any of these girls, that’d just be weird.

ʚɞ but then it happens. she has a girl over, her leg thrown over her shoulder as she grinds herself into the pretty girl’s cunt. she’s lost in a high after the blunt they’d shared earlier and her heads thrown back as she’s letting out expletive after expletive, and then she does it. she moans your name. she pauses, the girl pauses, and its silent as they remove their entangled limbs from each other and rigidly lay in bed side by side. it hurts even worse than the embarrassment when the girl pats her shoulder with a smile after she’s put her clothes back on, wishing her luck with whatever’s goin on between the two of you.

ʚɞ there’s no point in denying it then. she doesn't even get the chance to keep it to herself, the next day when she’s watching a movie on your couch you poke and prod at her until she reveals what’s got her in such a sour mood. she doesn't tell you the full story, of course, just that something absolutely mortifying happened last night when she was riding some girl. she groans that she didn't even get to finish and that was way worse then what she said, hoping the joke will ease some of the embarrassment she has telling the story and the guilt about passively lying to you.

ʚɞ she doesn't notice how you hips shift in your seat, how your teeth bite at the skin of your lip. she does notice when you question what she meant by riding a girl. she cant help but think about how adorable you are before explaining the position in the nicest way possible. you hum and turn your attention back to the movie and she thinks that's the end of the conversation. but only seconds later you’re asking her to show you.

ʚɞ she thinks she's dreaming. no, she knows she's dreaming. its happened before, weird dreams she has after a strong high where she swears her dreams become all the more vivid and lifelike. it was super annoying the second time it happened, she woke up to a world where she in fact did not win the lottery and get to make out with her celebrity crush. but this is just cruel, she didn't know her brain could be so masochistic. but no, the feel of your hand shaking her shoulder and shyly asking if you’ve made her uncomfortable is real, your big eyes flitting to anywhere but hers is real.

ʚɞ she stutters over her words, asking if you really mean it. and you say yeah, you’d been curious about this anyway. it wouldn't hurt to do it with ellie, you were friends, right? and god what an idiot she was because she’s nodding along like of course, this couldn’t make your friendship weird at all, right? so she gets to work, not doing anything too lewd except for gently pushing you to lie on your back as she maneuvers her body over yours, placing her crotch over yours until she can feel the heat of you through her jeans. she tries not to show a reaction to the sight of you looking up at her, curious and flushed as your hand briefly comes up to rest on her hip. its only when your hips delicately press up into hers that she abruptly removes herself from on top of you, stiffly chuckling before recommending you get back to the movie.

ʚɞ neither of you bring it up again.

ʚɞ it’s so much more difficult to be around you now. before she was resolute in the fact that she was alone in whatever weird feelings she had towards you, but eventually she might move on. but with only a few actions you threw that whole viewpoint out the window. now it was clear that you were interested. maybe not in ellie but in sex with another woman. a small part of her is upset at the fact it might not be her. its only cliche that if you started having these feelings you’d fall for your gay best friend, who the hell else were you thinking about? whatever, that wasn't important.

ʚɞ what was important was what occurred over the next few weeks. it happens slowly but surely, your complaints about your intimate troubles with your boyfriend. now ellie had met the guy before, and it made her feel slightly better that she had a valid reason right from the start not to like him. the man was clearly an ass, looking her up and down the first time they met and giving her a ‘yeah you’re weird’ look that he apparently didn’t think she’d recognize. luckily she didn’t have to see him often, only seeing him in passing when she spent time with you at yours or picked you up to go hang out.

ʚɞ but now his weirdness is apparently front and center. she nearly chokes on her chipotle when you tell her that he questioned why the two of you were spending so much time together, feeling like ellie was going to make a move on you.

ʚɞ and yeah, it was offensive. just because she was a lesbian didn’t mean she wanted to jump the bones of every woman she met. unfortunately that didn’t apply here because she very much did want to jump your bones. not like he knew that. hopefully.

ʚɞ but she doesn’t want to get in the way of your relationship, begrudgingly recommending that maybe the two of you should spend some time apart so he can chill out and realize he’s being paranoid. she’s very happy to hear your quick rebuttal, remarking how you’d rather dump him then spend any more time away from her.

ʚɞ god you are making this so confusing. and it only reaches a head the next time she sees you. you’d texted her to ask if she could come over late at night and obviously she said she would, along with a bag of your favorite drinks and snacks just in case you got peckish. so she’s sitting on the couch as you both eat some shareable m&ms when the topic becomes a bit more…intimate.

ʚɞ she notices your rigid shoulders as you sit stark straight on the couch and laughs about how pent up you must be. your following laugh is awkward as you agree that you have been a bit stressed lately. so she tells a joke, that your boyfriend isn’t up to par in bed. she expects you to laugh and hit her shoulder but you nod your head.

ʚɞ you…nod your head. and then you turn to her, and she’s getting flashbacks to the last time you were this close on your couch. her face is hot as whisper that the past few times you’ve tried to sleep with your boyfriend he, as you eloquently put it, ‘just pumps and dumps’, and brushes you off whenever you bring up the fact that you haven’t had a release. that as much as it ashamed you to say it, once he falls asleep next to you you sometimes find your hand trailing under your shorts and thinking back to her stories of the hookups she told you about, wishing she could show you how all of that felt.

ʚɞ ellie has always liked your bedroom. its soft and sweet, with vines of fake ivy hanging across the ceiling and a large canopy hanging over the bed. you even have an adorable collection of stuffed animals, a few of them gifted to you by her throughout the months of your friendship. all of the little guys have been shoved to the floor now, and for a fleeting moment she things they’re really just going to have to understand before her mind is consumed again with you, how you’re pretty flushed face is staring and moaning up at her as her wrist nearly cramps with how fast her fingers are pistoning into your wet cunt.

ʚɞ you haven’t even touched her and she’s already on cloud nine. your confession nearly made her pass out, and she swore she had died and gone to heaven when you asked her to help you with your problem and grabbed her hand to lead her to your bed. it was like her horniest dream come true to see you undress, to feel over your skin, to lower her head to your pussy and try her best to suck out your soul in the most loving way possible.

ʚɞ she feels her boxers get soaked when you cum around her fingers again, legs wrapping around her waist and head raising to muffle your sounds in her shoulder. she swore she nearly came when you bit into her shoulders, already knowing she was going to look into the mirror later to look at the mark your teeth left on her with a smile. but she didn’t predict for you to be so insatiable, for as soon as she pulls her fingers out of your cunt you’re whining and grinding your hips up into hers, whispering little *‘please, el, need more’*s

ʚɞ “don’t worry, baby, i’ll give you whatever you want. swear once i’m done you’re never even gonna think of that stupid boyfriend of yours again.”

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FOR THE FIRST TIME theodore nott

PAIRINGS: theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader

WARNINGS: fluff fluff fluff, use of she/her pronouns!, i used all lower caps.

SUMMARY: in which, the usual womaniser finds himself in love with a girl who doesn’t even know his name…

“ITS JUST LIKE SEEING HER,

FOR THE FIRST TIME,

AGAIN…”

“The first time you caught my eye

it was not love at first sight.

Instead a quiet curiosity was

planted in my chest and i knew

it was only a matter of time before

you sunk beneath my bones and

nurtured this deep seated familiarity

into a love so fierce that

i would question if i had

ever been in love before”.

THOSE WERE THE words that theo scribbled down in his journal as he sat in the middle of the courtyard amongst other students on the hot and surprisingly toasty day in Hogwarts. he finally dropped the pencil in his hand as his eyes averted back over to the sight before him, y/n.

theo wasn’t normally one for poetry but ever since the first time he had ever saw her, it was all he could think about.

he found himself in a never ending cycle of writing, constantly writing his feelings and thought down whenever she crossed his mind which was all the time.

it was like she had unknowingly helped him discover a part of himself that he was unaware of.

his gaze stuck to her face that was glowing due to the sun hitting her perfect caramel skin. she sat peaceful on the green grass with a big book opened in her hands, one that seemed to capture all of her attention.

his eyes then traveled down to her hands, her hands that were decorated with multiple rings and her wrists that wore a few bracelets.

she wore a sleeveless v-neck jumper on top of a long sleeved shirt as her yellow tie was tied perfectly. she wore two necklaces which hung and rested against his the tie.

he watched as the slight breeze in the air blew into her brown, perfectly curly, and volumed hair which also had a sunflower tucked into the side of her hair slightly matching her yellow, Hufflepuff tie. he wanted so badly to talk to her, to get to know her, to be near her, but he instead found himself gawking from afar and silently hoping that she would at least turn and look his way.

but wether he talked to her or not, even him just being able to look at her was enough to fuel his slight obsession with the girl.

she was special.

she was like the coffee he needed to energise him in the morning, or even the warmth he needed on a cold and gloomy day.

she was the sunshine that could light up any dark room.

with every minute he spent staring at her, he grew even more curious by the second. he wanted to know everything about her.

he wanted to know why she always wore that one bracelet, why she always seemed to read books published by the same author, why she always played with her hair while reading or even why she always came to the courtyard alone at the same time everyday and sat at the same spot too.

he was intrigued by her, she was different.

he didn’t want to say it in a corny way, but she wasn’t like all the other girls in Hogwarts. she kept to herself, had friends but never minded being alone, was always sweet to everyone, and didn’t care how others viewed her.

classic Hufflepuff.

if you had asked him a year ago today if he thought a hufflepuff would ever had him feeling this way, he probably would’ve laughed in your face. what made it worse was that he was presented with so many chances to go and talk to the girl but instead, he froze up and got lost in all of the words that he wanted to say which was nothing like him.

it was like she had casted an irreversible spell that only pulled him closer and closer to her.

“are you okay?” a voice suddenly spoke, causing him to break from his deep gaze.

he looked away from the girl and looked up which finally revealed mattheo, “oh- yeah, yeah!” he spoke as he cleared his throat and silently hoped that his slight infatuation with the girl wasn’t too obvious to his best friend.

mattheo furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at his friend who was sat alone, “really? cause if you ask me, it looks like little miss Hufflepuff has you distracted…” he spoke with a small smirk.

“what? no!” theo quickly denied as he jerked his head back at his friends’ words.

matteheo took a moment to look down at the notebook that was sat on theo’s lap as he took notice to all the words written down that he struggled to read due to how far it was, “and what is this?” he asked as he suddenly knelt down to pick up the notebook, and got back up on his feet.

a sudden feeling of panic took over theo’s body as he hadn’t told anybody about his recent passion for poetry that was fuelled due to y/n.

“the first time you caught my eye it was love at first sight,” mattheo began as he read out of theo’s notebook. theodore was quick to stand up in attempts to grab the notebook from his friends’ hand but failed as mattheo continuously swerved his attempts.

“i knew it was only a matter of time before you sunk beneath my bones?” mattheo continued with a surprised tone at what he was hearing.

he had never heard theodore speak ever so passionately before.

“into a love so fierce-” “give me that!” theo interrupted his words as he finally grabbed the notebook from him.

his cheeks were tinted with a light red pigment as a small feeling of embarrassment grew inside of his system.

“your in love?” mattheo spoke with a laugh, “your in love with a hufflepuff?” he continued.

theo rolled his eyes at his words, “can you stop?” he spoke with an irritated tone.

“she’s more than that…” he began, “she’s special, s-she’s like a breath of fresh air in a world filled with copies of each other.” he spoke, his words filled with love as he brought his gaze back to y/n.

her peaceful presence finally bringing back that safe feeling in the pit of his stomach.

mattheo just stood there with his mouth slightly agape, realisation finally taking over him. his friend wasn’t just in love, he was deeply in love.

“wow… it’s worse than i thought, your infatuated nott.” mattheo said in a shocked tone.

he took a moment to look at theo, who put his head down in defeat as his friend uncovered his hidden feelings.

there was a reason as to why he had never told his friend about his liking towards the girl and it was simply because, he wasn’t used to it.

he wasn’t used to liking somebody, at all.

he wasn’t used to constantly thinking about somebody every single moment of the day, or having your heart beat faster at not only the sight of them, but the sound of their name. he wasn’t used to only being happy if he saw a certain someone, or not being able to sleep because of somebody disrupting his thoughts. he just wasn’t used to any of it.

he thought that y/n was just another girl that he would’ve liked for at least two days then gotten over her but no, the past three weeks of non-stop thoughts about her made it clear that it was more than just a crush and that he had to talk to her.

at first he was a little mad at the innocent girl as he wanted to know if she had put a spell over him, but he realised it was all him.

he craved her.

“why don’t you go talk to her, i mean you are theodore n-” “no!” theodore quickly interrupted his friend.

just the thought of her even looking at him made his nerves come to play.

mattheo took a moment to analyse his friends’ body language before letting out a loud laugh, “there’s no way,” he began, “are you… nervous?” he laughed out.

theo rolled his eyes due to it probably being mattheo’s tenth time laughing at him.

“i-i’m not, i just don’t know what i’d say to her.” he explained himself, “since when have you had trouble talking to girls nott? your clearly nervous.” mattheo laughed a little more before stopping.

“you know what?” mattheo spoke which caused theo to listen, “your gonna go over there and just speak whatever comes to mind.” he said.

theodore’s eyes widened at his words, he wasn’t prepared to even be near the girl let alone talk to her.

“what? no i’m not-” his words were interrupted by mattheo who grabbed the boys’ arm and began pulling him towards where the girl was peacefully sat, “yes you are!” mattheo spoke, simply ignoring the boy who was trying to rebel and pull away from his strong hold.

“no i’m not, now fuck off!” theo spoke harshly as he began using his strength to try and pull away but mattheo wasn’t having it.

“yes you are!” mattheo protested as he let go of theo before giving him one final strong push, pushing him right in front of the girl and causing him to drop his notebook onto the floor.

the commotion and sudden figure blocking her from the sun was enough to make y/n finally bring her head up from her book, she looked up to find the brunette boy staring right at her which slightly had her confused.

he looked a little anxious, as if he had been scared.

an awkward smile took over the girls’ face, “um, hello…” she said hesitantly as he did come from nowhere, “can i help you or?…” she continued.

but theo just stood there, like an idiot.

what am i doing, say something. he told himself mentally as he knew how stupid he looked, this was seriously unlike him.

“uhh, i-um,” he muttered out, “no!” he finally spat out as he finally moved out of his frozen state that he was once in before.

and there it was. the usually cool, and laid-back theodore nott was not tripping over his words and struggling on how to even form a sentence.

“oh…” y/n spoke, not really knowing what to tell him as she just continued to look up at him.

her eyes left his as she began to look at the grass, noticing a random, and unfamiliar notebook beside her.

“is this yours?” she asked him before she picking it up, “um yeah.” theo nervously spoke.

just then, y/n’s eyes scanned the page that was open. she quickly realising that it was a poem, her eyes lit up as she looked back at him.

“wait, did you write this?” she asked him as she stared right at him, waiting for a response.

theo’s eyes grew wide at the fact that she looked at the poem that he had made about her, his heart beats sped up due to a little embarrassment.

“y-yeah, but i’m not really a writer so-” “are you kidding me? i love poems!” she exclaimed, interrupted his words.

she took a moment to look a with a wide smile, the smile that made him want to melt.

“why don’t you sit down?” she offered which made him become shocked, “i mean unless you don’t want to then-” “no of course i do!” he suddenly spoke before walking a little closer to her, kneeling down, and sitting right next to her on the grass.

theo turned around and took a moment to look at the girl, this was the closest he had ever been to her and definitely the longest, and the first time, he had ever talked to her.

he took a good and long look at the girl, she was even prettier when closer.

her shoulder lengthened curls captured her face perfectly as they were as healthy as ever, she had a few small brown freckles on her face which is something he had never gotten to notice until now, he also didn’t notice how high her cheekbones were either. her full straight eyebrows were what made her face even more perfect as her almond shaped eyes topped her look off. his eyes then flickered to her her full, succulent lips which were as soft as ever. to top things off, her beautiful skin glowed ever so gently as the sun bounced off her face.

she was perfect… no, ethereal.

her smell too, she smelled addictive.

her sweet vanilla, tonka bean, red berries and mandarin scent was what drew the boy crazy. it made him want to be near her forever and ever.

“do you mind if i read this?” she asked him nicely before turning around and looking him looking him right into his eyes, “uh, sure.” he spoke as he quickly got out of whatever trance he was in.

it wasn’t like she would know it was about her anyways, he thought to himself.

y/n’s eyes went down the page as she read the poem, his writing style completely had her drawn as if it were written about her.

“oh my gosh, this is so beautifully written.” she complimented as she still looked at the notebook, she couldn’t believe how well he had managed to portray his feelings onto the paper.

she turned to look at him, “i-i mean, you sunk beneath my bones and nurtured this deep seated familiarity into a love so fierce? beautiful.” she recited his words as she continued to stare at him, impressed by how poetic he was.

theo’s eyes widened at her sudden compliments, he felt his cheeks heat up.

“thank you…” he muttered as a small smile came across his face, “who is this about?” she suddenly asked him.

theodore cleared his throat, “um, p-pardon?” he nervously asked even though he had heard her perfectly, he was just caught up by her question and did not know what to say.

a smile took over the girls’ face as she let out a breathy laugh, God that smile…

“i said, who is this about? i mean it’s so deep, there has to be someone because this isn’t something you can just make up…” she explained to him, and she was right. there was somebody who had inspired him to make the poem and it was her.

but he couldn’t tell her that.

how was he meant to explain to her that he wrote her a whole love poem, and many more, that a wife’s own husband could probably never make up if he tried.

how could he explain that for the past three weeks, she had been running endlessly through his mind?

how could he explain that every time he saw her, it felt like seeing her for the first time again?

how could he explain that in a world full of chaos, she was the peace in his presence?

he felt himself choke up due to nerves, he really did not know what to say to her. he was confused. he was confused on how this girl had so much power over him without even realising.

“a girl.” he managed to finally spit out, “it’s um, it’s about this girl.” he continued.

his eyes wandered her perfectly crafted face before opening his mouth to speak some more, “there’s this one girl who is beautiful. s-she’s sweet, kind and has been stuck in my mind almost everyday.” he spoke, “but the thing is… i haven’t talked to her yet”.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows, “well if you haven’t spoken to her before, then how do you know she’s all of those things?” she questioned curiously.

“because for three weeks i’ve been sat there like an idiot gawking at her, watching her interact with others instead of being a man and attempting to talk to her.” he explained, “there’s just something about her, she’s absolutely perfect.” he rambled on.

a smile that spread on her face exposed her pearly whites to him, “sounds like your in love!” she said excitedly.

“why can’t you just try and speak to her?” she asked curiously.

theo chucked as he brought his head down before bringing back up and look at her again, “because she makes me nervous, and i never get nervous around girls.” he said.

“but she’s different… she’s not like the rest of them, she’s even better.” he said as he was now getting lost in her beautiful brown eyes that seemed to have more colour due to the sun, “s-she’s special.” he muttered as he dropped his eyes to her lips.

it took everything in him to not just take her in his arms and give her the biggest hug ever, but he stopped himself.

y/n examined the boy and his body language, it was really no secret that he was in love. she had seen many of her friends fall in love so she was pretty good at detecting when somebody was undergoing symptoms of the contagious disease of love.

just as she was about to respond to his words, a voice interrupted her words.

“y/n? y/n!” a voice spoke causing them both to turn their heads, revealing a blonde girl in hufflepuff uniform that theo had recognised from one of his classes, her name was scarlett.

“oh hi scar!” y/n exclaimed happily, her eyes lighting up as she saw her dearest friend.

“i’ve been looking for you everywhere, everyone has!” she said excitedly as she got closer to the duo sitting down on the grass.

“we need to go, it’s girls night tonight and we need to start getting ready remember?” scarlett reminded her friend which caused y/n to gasp, “oh my goodness, how could i forget?” y/n questioned herself.

she grabbed her tote bag and shoved her book in there before standing up. scarlett held her hand out, which y/n took happily and began to walk with her.

however, y/n’s movements came to a halt.

theo watched as y/n mumbled a few words to her friend before turning back around and making her way back over to him, causing him to smile a little.

“i’m so sorry, i never got your name.” she spoke, “so incredibly rude of me.” she rambled on which only caused theo to look up at her and smile due to how cute she was.

his was also slightly shaken at the fact that she really didn’t know who he was, he believed that he had made quite the reputation for himself so it shocked him.

he stood up from the ground, his tall frame now meaning that she was the one looking up at him.

“theodore, theodore nott.” he informed her, holding his hand out in hopes that she didn’t deny his request.

his nerves died down as she accepted his request and shook his hand, “i’m happy i met you theo.” she smiled. her smooth hands felt like something he had been missing his whole life.

“wait can i call you that?” she asked frantically, she didn’t want to offend somebody she had just met.

theodore smiled at how cute she was being in that moment, “of course you can… you can call me whatever you want.” he said, slightly regretting what he last said as he didn’t want to embarrass himself even though it was probably too late.

but y/n just let out a laugh. not one that was degrading, but one that made him realise that she found what he said funny which honestly calmed him down.

y/n finally let his hand go before giving him a heart warming smile and walking off as he just stood their and watch her skip over to her friend with a smile planted on his face.

“you see, now that wasn’t hard was it?” mattheo asked his friend cockily as he came out from his hiding spot behind the tree.

but theo didn’t hear him.

instead, he continued to watch the girl walk further, and further away as his stomach did somersaults.

poem made by: Lyra Wren

border creds: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

AUTHOR SPEAKS! i kind of based this off of an unpublished draft so if i post something familiar to this, it’s cause i described the character in the same way as the draft

i hope you guys enjoyed this though!!

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