#well i got this thought and just had to write it down

[oneofstarkskids]

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clark kent x fem!reader

genre: hella fluff, slow burn!!!

summary: what starts out as a quick visit ends up with you staying the night at your coworkers apartment.

warnings: sexual desire??

note: i saw superman (2025) today and got straight to writing. !!no spoilers!!

2k-ish words

it was another late night at the daily planet. you had stayed after hours, organizing the stack of piles on your desk and making sure tomorrow's articles were ready to go out.

the yellow glow of a desk lamp was the only thing illuminating the room, besides the metropolis light pollution just outside of the large office windows.

as you set aside the last of the prints, you noticed a briefcase leaning against the legs of the desk across from yours.

you didn't need to see the KENT plaque just above the clasp to know it was clark's.

he'd been working on something new this morning too and all of his research was probably still laying between the dividers of that brown case.

so you did the polite thing and tucked it under your arm before locking up the building.

as soon as you stepped outside it began pouring rain. just your luck. you tried calling him, but it kept going straight to voicemail.

you went back through your text messages to the day clark had sent you his address for a gift you had mailed him. nothing special.

just a new pencil sharpener. every article at the bugle was typed up and then printed, but clark preferred to do things the old fashioned way.

he'd write out all of his thoughts, scratch things out, crumble up the really poorly written papers, and then type up the fully revised version.

the only problem was, all he had was this tiny handheld sharpener that had seen hell and back. so, you bought him a new one. as a 'thank you' for supporting you and sticking up to perry when you were first starting out.

you scrolled until you found the location pin. was it rude and probably inappropriate to show up to your co-workers house in the middle of the night, unannounced? maybe.

but hopefully clark would see your intentions for what they were. to return a belonging to a friend.

it was a bit of a walk, but you seemed to be distracted the entire time. were you really just helping out? being a good coworker?

or not-so deep down, was there another reason you were making your way to his place this late?

it didn't matter.

before you knew it, you were standing at his door soaked from head to toe.

he nearly opened the door before you had a chance to knock, saying your name with surprise.

"what are you doing here?" he asked, adjusting his glasses.

you shifted from foot to foot a bit as you held the briefcase out to him, "you left this at the planet. thought you might need it."

he looked over it for a moment before taking it from you. his fingers brushed yours as he reached for it, sending a shiver through your entire body.

clark seemed to notice, then took note of how drenched you were, "did you walk here in the rain?" he asked almost rhetorically.

"yeah, but it's not that far," you said with a smile, contradicting the rosy color of your nose.

clark's dark brows pinched together, trying to understand why you would've done such a thing.

he stepped aside, letting the door swing open, "i have towels and you really should change into something...warmer."

he swallowed, noticing that your pencil skirt and blouse were now clinging to your skin from the rain.

"that's really sweet, but i should probably get home," you said with a soft smile, but his arctic blue eyes could've convinced you otherwise on their own.

"you could get hypothermia. i wouldn't be able to forgive myself," clark said.

you let yourself laugh, it always seemed easier around him, "alright then."

you walked into the apartment, following after him as he went on a hunt for towels.

by the time you'd made it to the bedroom, he'd already set one out along with a pair of his clothes.

"i don't know how well they'll fit, but i figure it's better than wet clothes," he says with his signature grin.

you brush your hair out of your face before whispering a thank you, and that's when you notice how close he is. towering over you and only a few inches away.

your heart seems to beat a little faster.

clark looks down at your chest and blushes suddenly before clearing his throat. "i should probably...sorry. the room's all yours," he mumbles awkwardly before stepping out.

as you get changed, you can't help playing the interaction in your head over and over.

clark is the sweetest man you've ever met. he's insanely talented, really intelligent, and genuinely funny. and yet, there's always something in the way.

something you can't quite see, but feel. on paper, he's perfect. but something tells you there's more to clark kent than he lets on.

now draped in his oversized t-shirt and sweatpants that you had to triple fold over, you leave the room.

he's only a few steps away, in the kitchen, pouring hot water over a blue mug.

"i wanted to make sure you had something warm before you go," he said without looking up.

you involuntarily blushed at his considerate nature, "thanks."

he handed you the mug, "careful. it's hot."

"coffee?" you asked hopefully before peeking into the ceramic cup.

he gave you an apologetic look, "tea."

you snickered at his expression before blowing on the beverage to cool it down.

clark leaned against the counter with one arm.

you tried your best to focus on the drink. to not notice the way the muscles in his biceps rippled from holding his weight. to not let your eyes linger on the veins in his forearm too long. or the way his palm was spread out over the marble-

a loud buzz interrupted, yanking you out of your thoughts.

clark raised his eyebrows, reaching for the phone in his pocket. "looks like a flash flood watch," he said quietly.

your fingers curl aroud the mug nervously.

he noticed this, looking down at you sympathetically. "hey, it's going to be okay."

"but...you should probably stay here for the night. if you're comfortable with that, of course," he stutters.

you think it over for a moment.

clark is a gentleman, so it's not like he would try anything. and besides, the rain was coming down hard. flash flood warnings don't get sent out for no reason.

sure, you worked together and this could probably affect your professional relationship if any lines were to be crossed.

so...you would just have to make sure they weren't.

which was easier said than done when he was always looking at you that way.

"you're right," you nod in agreement.

he analyzed you for a moment, as if he was making sure you weren't uncomfortable in any way.

"okay. you can have the bedroom. i'll sleep on the couch," he said politely. you finished what was left in your mug.

"thank you, clark," you said for what felt like the hundredth time tonight and made a mental note to return the favor some time.

you began handing the mug back to clark but the handle slipped through your fingers and it went plummeting towards the tile.

before it could shatter, clark was on his knees, cradling it with one hand.

your breath hitched at the sight of him down there looking back up at you.

maybe you should've apologized. or even laughed it off.

but he stood up so slowly, barely an inch from your face, and you forgot how to think at all.

"careful," he whispered, eyes flickering down to your lips.

ignoring the magnetic force between the two of you, you went your separate ways.

as you crawled into his sheets and rested your head on his pillow, you were sure that was the last you'd see of the raven haired man for the night.

until, a crack of thunder woke you from your sleep. you jolted forward, hand on your chest as your lungs heaved.

clark was already by your side, hand on your shoulder, "it's okay. just breathe. deep breaths in and then out slowly."

you tried to focus on his voice, do what he said. it wasn't easy, but after a few minutes your breathing had slowed.

he'd held onto you the whole time. "are you okay?" clark asked, sincerity in his eyes.

you nodded, "how did you-"

he blinked, trying to understand what you were asking. then it clicked, "oh. i heard you shout. you were crying."

you felt embarrassment wash over you. this didn't happen often, but when it did you'd be plagued with a dreadful feeling all day long.

how fucking perfect for it to happen the one night you choose to spend at someone else's house.

"i'm so sorry," you let your head fall against your bent knees. on the bright side, you'd forgotten what the dream was even about in the first place.

clark's gentle touch fell from your shoulder to squeeze your hand, "don't say that. it's not your fault."

"it's not your fault." his words echoed in your head.

you let your fingers brush against his, "i woke you."

he shook his head, a single curl falling against his forehead, "i wasn't asleep."

clark wasn't going to tell you it was because he'd been worried about you, listening for the slightest sniffle in case you'd caught something out in the rain.

he just gave you a once-over, double checking that you were okay, before straightening his posture, "you should get some sleep."

your heart dropped as he let go of your hand. as he began to leave, you looked out at the window behind him.

the clouds crackled with fury.

"clark," your voice came out weak.

he turned back to you without hesitation.

"do you wanna stay? maybe talk?" you asked.

clark's eyes went slightly wider and he seemed at a loss for words.

you fidgeted, "it's just, i don't think i'll be able to go back to sleep. and it's kind of awful being alone in here."

"i don't know how you do it," you laughed.

the smile he gave you reached his eyes and he sat beside you without a word.

you moved over, making sure he had enough space before leaning back against the headboard, "tell me about your latest piece."

clark began rambling on and on about news in metropolis. how big corporations were affecting small businesses and something about climate change.

you weren't really sure. at some point you began falling asleep, your head slowly sinking down onto his shoulder.

he stopped talking as he felt you curl up against him, taking a moment to admire your peaceful state.

after making sure you were fully asleep, he gently laid you down against the pillows, pulling the covers up over you.

"goodnight," he whispered before making a move to slip out of bed. but before he could, your arm was flung over his lap.

he let out a short, breathy laugh before trying again.

this time, your fingers curled around his shirt and tugged him closer.

so clark had no choice but to stay there by your side all night long, even dozed off sitting up a few times.

by morning, you'd completely forgotten where you were.

that was until you saw his face. his jaw slack, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he snored quietly.

the morning glow hit his features just right and he suddenly didn't look like shy, quiet clark kent.

he looked like something carved by greeks. he looked like a god.

almost as if he could feel you staring, he blinked, slowly waking up. clark gave you a curious look, "were you watching me sleep?"

your eyebrows shot up, "what!? no, of course not. that would be weird."

he nodded slowly, "it would be weird. but, i don't mind weird."

you chewed your bottom lip nervously as your thoughts ran wild. it had only just seemed to dawn on you that you were currently at clark kent's apartment, laying in clark kent's bed, wearing clark kent's clothes.

"you talk in your sleep, ya' know?" he smirked.

you frowned, "um. no, i did not know that."

he looked at you like he knew something you didn't.

"what?? what did i say," you asked, bracing yourself for impact.

clark shook his head reassuringly, "nothing."

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in as he pulled off the covers and walked over to his dresser, taking a sip from a glass that you hadn't noticed before.

"and i'll make sure that you dreaming of my strong arms is off the record," he said smugly and casually.

you gasped in horror, "CLARK!" you threw a pillow at him, missing terribly and being subjected to the sound of his chaotic laughter.

[sylusgworl]

SKINCARE AND MAKE UP ft. love and deepspace

sylus + rafayel + zayne × fem!reader (separate)

you find out their skin is actually not as perfect as you thought. they, too, have blemishes they hide...

content: fluff, fem!reader, LaDS men put on make up, skincare and such, sylus is always flirtatious, rafayel is a bit insecure, zayne tired and overworked lol

a/n: i hope i got exactly what the requester meant. it was pretty fun to write, i wanted to do all five at first, but maybe i can do a pt. 2 later on featuring caleb and xavier <3 . wc: 1k . rbs are very appreciated <3 - requested!!

m.list — read here to request!

“C’mon, get in sweetie,” Sylus motions for you, keeping the door wide open, as you step inside of his mansion, legs wobbly and tired from all the fun you’d had on today’s date.

You don’t waste time looking around, his home being already familiar to you, so you kick off your shoes and walk, slowly, to the room.

Sylus doesn’t follow you right away, so you take your time and, whipping out your beauty case, you take out a face-wash, vitamin c serums, as well as a couple of toners and night creams.

As soon as you start lathering the soap on your skin, the door creaks open, and enters Sylus, head pushed back by a hairband, a small bag in his hand and a smug look on his face.

“Oh Sy, do you need something?”

He doesn’t answer, and instead slips right next to you, his figure occupying most of the mirror frame.

“Don’t worry about it, kitten,” and he takes out a bottle of… make up remover?

You try to hide your surprise, carefully and gently massaging the skin on your face, your curious eyes prying from time to time.

Sylus presses a cotton disk against his face, gently rubbing, on his cheekbones, chin and under his left eye, the previously white disk coloring with each stroke.

You notice, from one look alone, the skin you’d always said you envied, is actually not that spotless.

There is a subtle trace of pores on his cheeks, and you glimpse a couple of scars—not big, but deep enough to leave a shadow even after healing.

“Do tell me kitten, I see you’re very interested in what I’m doing,” his voice startles you just as you’re done rinsing your face.

You feel a blush slowly spread across your cheeks, as you try to find a believable excuse.

You don’t find any.

Sylus chuckles, the sound reaching your ears like a soothing caress.

He slowly lowers his head, just until his breath grazes your ear and sends shivers down your spine.

“I have to look impeccable for when I’m with you, after all,” then teases your earlobe, nibbling on it slightly, causing you to shut your eyes, feeling your heart leap out of yout chest.

You nod, and only then does he take a step back and proceed with his previous actions, leaving your poor heart in a race against time.

Rafayel actually never wanted you to know. Well, maybe he’d end up telling you, but only way in the future.

Still, he couldn’t just walk in then turn around and get out now, could he?

“Raf? You’re here?” you say, your eyes closed because of your face wash, but still feeling his familiar presence next to you as the door clicks open.

He silently walks in, the tips of his ears a bright red, and you hear rustling right next to you, where your bag is.

When you rinse your skin, your gaze shots to the man next to you.

What you find surprises you, but not in a bad way.

Rafayel is removing a sheer layer of foundation from his skin, the shade matching perfectly, save for s few spots on his face which appear more tanned.

He avoids your gaze, and that only makes you step closer, until your faces are an inch apart.

“Wh-what?” He asks you, his tone uncertain, his hands frozen mid-air.

You don’t answer immediately.

Your hands press against his bare cheeks, squishing them gently.

Rafayel blushes violently, closing his eyes, but doesn’t retract from your touch.

“You have freckles.”

You say it with admiration, but Rafayel stutters for an answer. He didn’t want you to think of him any less than you did already. He felt like you wouldn’t like his physical appearance, now that you’ve seen his tanned face, a result from the multiple hours he went through, painting under the sun by the sea.

“They’re cute, why do you hide them?” You furrow your eyebrows, and Rafayel’s eyes shot open, his gaze now looking right into yours.

“Stop… please,” but you leave him speechless as you press a kiss on the tip of his nose, giggling at his reaction.

“I mean it Raf, they suit you a lot,” and you back away, seeing how he looks for an answer while trying to hide his blush with the back of his hand.

You are in the final steps of your skincare routine, when Zayne silently brushes past you, settling right at your side, his hands carrying three simple products: a make up remover, some face cotton wipes and a gentle face wash.

“I’m sorry honey, I’ll be quick,” he says, popping the make up remover open.

You eye him as he rubs against his whole face, a slight darker colour signing his under eyes now visible to you.

You try not to stare too much, but seeing his face become a tired one, from the slight eyebags alone, makes your heart twitch.

You set down your toner on the sink, and turn to him.

His gaze looks at you from the mirror, but he doesn’t do anything further.

You slowly wrap his form in your arms, resting your head against his back.

Zayne freezes.

“Have you been overworking yourself these past days, Zaynie?”

Your tone oozes worry, and Zayne notices as well.

He coughs and turns around, taking your hands in his while rubbing his thumb against the back.

“I’m really not, don’t worry,” he tries, but you shake your head, pulling your hands free.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed how your shifts at the hospital have been longer lately,” you avoid his eyes, one hand rubs against your arm in a self-soothing manner.

Zayne slowly cups your face in his arm, gently trudging you to him.

His lips have slowly lifted upwards, a small smile now beaming on his face.

“I’m really not, I’ve just had a bit of trouble sleeping, that’s all.”

You hum in response, leaning into his touch, but still feeling uneasy.

“Still, I feel like you haven’t been able to rest lately because of me,” you point to his eyes, “you’ve even started using make up to hide the shadow under your eyes so I wouldn’t worry.”

You pout, pointing a finger at his chest.

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

Zayne is bewildered for a second. His voice then vibrates in a chuckle, a glimmer of amusement pooling in his green eyes.

“Alright. I’m sorry, okay?” he pecks your cheeks.

You nod, a tiny smile rising form your lips.

“C’mon, let’s finish here soon so you can rest early.”

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[heazueken]

Well Needed Fix

*ೃ༄ summary: Volt's a bit worried that Eddie may be falling back into some old habits since you three got together and he has an idea..

warning(s): MDNI, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, oral sex, voyeurism

pairing(s): EddiexVoltxReader (AFAB, gender neutral)

w/c; 8.4k

a/n: would you believe me if I told you this was supposed to be like 3k words max LOL google docs says this is 17 pages...OKAYYYY. I cant stop yapping unfortunately...anyway my requests are open btw if you want me to write more of these guys! Please enjoy!!

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You’re sitting with Volt at the bar of the Breaker Box after a wild night of more of the objects crazy antics and performances. Volt had poured you a simple soda at your request and he wipes down the counters, lost in thought. His hair jolts with electricity and he tosses it over his shoulder. He’s stripped of his large jacket— having draped it over your chair (you can still feel the warmth radiating from it). His sleeves are rolled up to the elbows and his vest hugs much tighter around his waist than Eddie’s. He’s humming a god-awful tune that Johnny Splash had decided to subject the audience to but hearing him hum it almost made it better than the original. 

Volt breaks the silence.

“Y’know, Live wire,” you pause, holding your glass up to your lips and glance up at the man leaning across the bar. You set it down when you see his knit brows and troubled gnawing of his bottom lip.

“I’ve been thinking…about some things since our whole…debacle a couple weeks back.” 

You know he’s referring to that night. Eddie, almost to tears, refusing to let Volt go. Forcing a shut down on the power— a restart. The lights going out, darkness enveloping you only for them to flick back on and see the two of them still standing there. Your two boys, still together and now together with you. 

Ice clinks to the bottom of your glass as you set it down on a coaster. Arms fold across the bar and you look up at the man who towers over you.

“Thinking…?” 

He tosses a rag over his shoulder, he stares off to the side, eyes almost flickering like a bulb ready to be changed. 

“I know we’ve— you’ve helped Eddie take a load off— in more ways than one, I might add,” He teases, relieving some of the tension he knew you were holding. “But, I’ll be honest, love…He’s still working himself to the bone. I’m scared he’ll go back to his old ways.”

You see the pain in his face, the way his chin drops almost completely to his chest. He gently lays a few fingertips where his shirt exposes the white skin of his chest.

“Us being…connected in such a way. I can feel his anxiety, frustration, pridefulness and…” He lets his hand drop. “His fear, too.”

Perplexed, you cock your head, you hope he meets your gaze but once you ask, Volt almost completely turns away from you.

“Fear? What does Eddie have to be afraid of?”

He’s quiet for a good moment. Sparking hair flows like rays of lightning down his shoulders and over his back and you see it change into a more blue hue before you hear him take a full deep breath as it fades back to his bright white. He turns to you again, a sad smile drawn across his face but you can see in his eyes that the smile does not reach there.

“Afraid of being vulnerable? Afraid of being the one that deserves love? Afraid to accept that love?”

You can’t say you’re too shocked. You knew there was a part of Eddie that’s much less…well, eccentric than his counterpart. That was almost the point of Volt though, let him have the spotlight so Eddie can keep the club up and running. He just didn’t expect that this birth (he hates you using that word but what else is it?!) would almost add more pressure to his already stressful life.

You know he doesn’t resent Volt for all this. No, he cares too much about him— that much was true considering the way he reacted to the possibility of losing his other half forever. 

You always wondered why that— besides the night you two officially got together— Eddie barely participated in the more sexual aspects of your relationship. Almost afraid to touch you and Volt, stepping away when a kiss was planted on your lips by the lightning haired man, or even making excuses as to why he couldn’t join you both on the bed during the early morning hours of the club’s closure. 

“I gotta get the club ready for tonight,” he grumbled, shrugging on his vest and clearly bothered with something. You always want to ask and fix it immediately, looking to Volt who reads your expression easily when Eddie is out the door.

“He’ll be fine, my spark. He just needs some time.”

You usually were able to get a word in after closure, but Eddie would excuse you away, flicking his bruised hand. Yes, you did notice the bruises, even more than there were when you first met. It worries you and you grow as concerned as Volt.

You run the tip over your finger over the rim of your glass, staring into the melting cubes of ice. 

“Yeah…I can see that.” You look up. “Finally tired of dismissing it? You two are so cryptic sometimes.”

Volt sighs, his chest falling with the release of air and he stumbles back around the bar to sit next to you. He scoots the stool so close that his shoulder brushes yours. Even after being skin-to-skin and having him whispering filthy things in your ear, you still feel that flip of your stomach and burst of butterflies. He wraps an arm around you, leaning in a way where his hair creates a barrier so no one can eavesdrop on your conversation— not like there was anyone around anyway.

“I’m protective. There’s a difference.”

“I think we’re passed being protective considering I’m in a relationship with you both, don't you think?” 

Volt gives you a look, his eyebrows tilt in an apologetic way, lips parting to begin his speech you’ve heard tons of time. You place a hand on your chest and mockingly lower your voice to match his pitch and accent before he can even get the words out.

“My live wire, it’s simply different between me and Eddie. We need not your worry for our concern. Nothing against you, of course.” You match a wink just as he does every time.

He’s clearly taken aback and you almost see the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Took the words right out of my mouth, spark.”

It’s not funny this time. You almost want to shove him away, your elbow digs into his pec and he backs off just a little— perhaps taking the hint.

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t make me feel like I’m part of this relationship.”

He seems confused, brows knit together and you don’t like seeing a frown on his face but it’s what you feel.

“I don’t like that you guys still hide stuff from me. I get that we’re still getting to know each other, but I feel like I should be able to help emotionally in a relationship,” You get up to leave, hopping off the stool after successfully elbowing Volt’s arm from around you.

Before you can even take two steps, he grabs your wrist.

“Y/N,” It shocks you so much to hear him say your name that you whip your head around to stare with wide eyes. Volt looks…sad…you’ve never seen him like this since that night. You turn around, wrist still in his hand. When he realizes you’re not going anywhere, his grip loosens but he doesn’t let go. “Forgive me. It’s why I called you here tonight.“ He curses to himself, you feel him squeeze your hand as if to comfort himself. He looks up at you with those glowing, pleading eyes. 

“For amp’s sake, live wire, I didn’t mean to start anything.” 

He sounds breathless, his cheeks tinge red with shame. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t gentlemanly of me to start something with you… you of all people…I’m sorry.” He repeats and this time he attempts to drop your hand but this time you’re clutching it, weaving your fingers together and pressing your palm against his. They’re clammy. You never see Volt like this.

You take a step forward. “What’s wrong, Volt?” You tilt your head in a way where he’s forced to look at you. His face is all angles and shadow now, ashamed of his combative behavior and embarrassed that you seem to shrug it off like a jacket, like it doesn’t even matter. You reach a hand up and cup his cheek, there’s a whirring of electricity that sparks across his skin and to your palm. It’s warm and comforting, like he’s pressing his hand onto yours to hold it there for longer. He looks to you apologetically.

“Forgive me. Eddie needs me— as much as he likes to argue he doesn’t. But I’m not enough to get through to him. I need your help this time but I’m such a stubborn ass that I picked a fight…please, forgive me.” 

He’s pained, clearly hurt by his own words directed towards you.

“It’s been just me and him for so long…We’re both still getting used to letting someone else see just how faulty we are,” He chuckles, trying to make light of the situation. You lean in to place a tender kiss on his lips.

“Say the idea you’ve got already, damn it,” You press your forehead to his, scrunching your nose playfully when he finally meets your eyes. They’re bright and loving, a warmth permeates between you both and he tilts his face, slotting his lips back to yours for another sensual kiss. He breaks it before it can get too intense.

“I wanted you to talk to him…”

You quirk a brow. “That’s it?” Volt’s cheeks flush and you’ve rarely ever seen him embarrassed.

“No…no…I want you to…I need you to— oh, for amp’s sake…” His head falls into his hand and he pushes back the streaks of light that is his hair. His entire face is flushed all the way down to his neck, he swipes at his cheeks with one hand hoping it’ll calm down the color. It doesn’t.

“I have an idea…you get him alone and…” He smirks, looking off to the stage of the club. His jaw is carved well and you watch his adam’s apple bob as he tries to maneuver his words into a coherent sentence. You stay silent and patient.

“I have an idea that I think would help him. You and him…get alone and well…you show him how appreciated he is…catch my drift, live wire?” It’s like the anxiety has completely melted off him in seconds. His voice lowers and becomes sultry once more, purring in your ear and it’s already enough to get you fidgety in your seat. But what he’s proposing…

“What about you?”

“I always get you to myself. I think it’s Eddie’s turn.”

You wipe your hands nervously across your thighs. “Yeah, but…Why not both of you?”

Volt waves a dismissive hand. “As much as I enjoy you both, I wouldn’t mind giving you to Eddie for a night or two. No quarrels here!”

You consider this, mulling over the conversation with Volt as you both continue pouring drinks.

When you find Eddie it’s within the late late hours of the night. Everyone is asleep so you sneak your way to the entrance of the club door, the neon light that usually blinks the establishment's name is off, indicating its closure. Eddie’s inside the bar when you take a quick peek inside after noticing the door was unlocked, you knew he liked to work at night, you just didn’t think it was this late he’d be awake.

He notices you the moment the door opens. He downs the rest of his hard liquor, barely flinching at the taste but his brows still crease and he rinses the glass.

“What are you doing awake, spark?” He sounds exhausted— like usual but there’s a tinge of something else you can’t put your finger on. It almost feels like the first few encounters you both had when first meeting. 

You stroll in, shutting the door behind you with a click and making your way to the bar that he stood behind. You take a seat at the stool you claimed earlier that day and you lean both elbows on the bar.

“Couldn’t sleep. Wanted to see Volt…and you.” You see the end of his eyebrow twitch at the mention and he sighs, pouring two shots in quick succession. He downs his before sliding you the short glass. Confused, you finger the rim for a moment, you don’t look at Eddie.

“What’s up with you?” 

“Nothing.” His tone sounds like a bark and hurts you like a bite. You don’t like this tone with him, this wasn’t the usual playful standoffish demeanor he had worn before. This was genuine irritation.

You down your glass too.

“Volt’s worried about you,” you speak plainly, no beating around the bush, no avoiding the topic of one another this time. Things are different now, right? All three of you are together now and you can actually function like a normal relationship, right? That’s how things should be.

“Yeah, well, I’m fine.” Eddie turns so his back is to you. Despite the tension, you can’t help but admire the beauty that is his large frame. He’s slightly shorter than Volt but his shoulders are wider, more defined from hours of working on keeping this club alive and working. His biceps flex under the tight material of his button up while he hastily cleans the shot glasses; once done, he throws the rag over his shoulder just as Volt does and turns around. He pushes back his hair and leans against the sink, you try to avoid letting your eyes wander because you know he’ll notice. 

You let them anyway and see a tint of blush dust across his cheeks. He pouts.

“Volt has nothing to be worried about.”

You let out a breathy laugh, sarcastic and dry. 

“Right,” you point to his clearly bruised hands. “It doesn’t look like you’ve been easy on yourself, Eddie.” He glances down at his hand and sighs, clicking his tongue in an annoyed way. He pulls the rag from his shoulder and covers both hands, rubbing them vigorously as if that would remove the evidence. You get up then, rounding the bar before he can even plan an escape. Your hands reach on either side of the bar, caging him in. Eddie had begun his getaway but was too late.

“Live wire,” He warns, “Let me leave.”

“Let me see your hands.” He keeps rubbing them.

“No.” 

You grab his wrist and he tries to pull away, his face contorting into one of anger but when you catch his eyes you see something akin to shame. Your fingers barely wrap around his thick wrist but you manage to tug the cloth off his hand.

They’re rough, just as they always are. Burns and bruises decorate his skin and callous over, your fingers delicately brush over them and Eddie is pulling them away and sticking them into his pockets. He says your name in a stern tone.

“Let me leave.” Taken aback for a moment at his tone, you hold his gaze for a few seconds, waiting to see if he’d relax, look to the side to sigh and apologize. But no, his face turns more red, his chin trembles and he holds his ground. Well, two can play at that game.

“Just tell me what’s up and I’ll let you go.”

His eyes plead for you to let him go, his hands escape their pockets and ball into fists at his sides. You can see a spark of blue in his eyes, one of anger you’re sure but that doesn’t scare you. He doesn’t scare you in the slightest anymore. 

“Why the fuck do you push and push, hm? Is it like your job now?” His words are venom and meant to hurt you and they do, but you’re stronger than that.

You point at him. “You have no right to speak to me that way.“ Your tone softens and your arms reach out to invite his vulnerability. “I’m equally as worried, Eddie. Me and Volt. I can’t have you overworking yourself again…please.” 

“I can do what I damn well please, little wire! I don’t need you or Volt worrying about me,” He shoo’s you away with a hand. “Go back to him and fuck, why don’t you? Leave me alone.”

Wow. You flinch at his words, unnerved by his tone and words.

“What? What is this really about, Eddie?”

He puts his hands on his hips, glaring at you with a malice you’ve never seen. “Volt is clearly better than me. That…that job is for him. Not me,” He places a hand over his chest, his jaw clenches. “You deserve Volt, Y/N. I only bring down the mood.”

“That is not true,” You say, your voice instantly getting softer. You should have seen it; the way he pulls away, the way he can’t seem to look as Volt steals a kiss from you, the way he pulls away when you try to touch him. It’s so clear now.

“Eddie,” you step closer, testing the water. Eddie doesn’t falter but instead rubs a hand at the back of his neck and looks down at his feet. He has nowhere to go anyway. “You know that’s not true, right?” Another step, you’re much closer, closer than he’d like you to be and he avoids your gaze still.

His flinches when your hand reaches at his side. It’s almost instant, the way his hand seems to unravel and let you slot your fingers between his. His eyes screw shut, knowing how calloused and rough they are. When you squeeze, he has to pretend like the bruises don’t hurt under the pressure, he doesn’t care really because despite everything he still craves for it.

You’re both silent. He doesn’t dare say a word and you study his face— the way the strands of wires that form his hair frame his face, the red wires complimenting his skin tone. The way his jaw tenses when you step even closer and he feels your body heat. You see his cheeks turn red just slightly.

“Say it,” You gently push. He wants to pull away, hide in his corner until you finally take the hint and leave but he knows you won’t.

“It’s not true…” He says gently, barely cracking his eyes open. His chin is nestled to his chest and he stares down at the shoes of yours. He seems so…small like this— finally admitting defeat.

“That’s right,” You confirm, finally you reach out again and this time he has no choice but to accept it. He won’t tell you that it’s really what he’s been craving for weeks now because, well…

“Will you please tell me what’s wrong? I thought I told you that you wouldn’t be alone anymore.”

He continues to stare at the floor and his eyes flutter shut at the comfort of your warm hand caressing his forearm.

“I…you deserve Volt. He’s clearly better than me.”

Huh?

Your eyes widen at the confession. “Eddie…what? Where did you come up with that?”

Eddie grumbles, running a hand through his wires again and pushing them back, he holds his hand at his neck and finally dares to look down at you. His silver eyes bare a foreboding sadness, you can see the disappointment in his eyes.

“I’m not good with…any of that shit. That’s Volt’s job…he’s the more outgoing one, the handsome one. He’s the better part of me. I’m only good behind the scenes, hidden away and working…”

You instantly shake your head before he even finishes.

“Eddie, no. None of that is right. What makes you think I only want Volt.”

Eddie shrugs. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe all the side glances you make to him even when I’m there, the way you two hold hands at every given chance. The way he kisses you and you kiss back—“ He seems to grow more irritated as he continues. “You always seem happier in his company rather than mine. The way you two will continue when I leave—“ His voice shakes for a moment and you feel his hand tremble under your hold. 

“Eddie—“

“It’s just clear that you and Volt found each other and I can go back to working my ass off.”

“Eddie—!”

“I’m clearly not good enough, you know? All I’m good for is keeping the power on and letting you two go at it like rabbits—“

You grab him by the shoulders and shake him like a ragdoll. Finally he shuts up.

“Eddie! Stop! Stop saying those things!” 

He’s warm, his eyes flicker with spikes of electricity and you think he’ll blow a fuse judging by the straining vein that stretches across his forehead. Eddie looks hurt, he looks at you expectantly, like you’ll finally call it quits here and walk out of his life. You’re sick of him at this point, right?

“I don’t think those things. I don’t feel how you’re accusing me of feeling. I don’t only have feelings for Volt.”

“But he’s the only one that deserves you.”

Your heart breaks. Eyes begin to water and you place both hands over his chest, your fingers weave into the buttons of his vest and you feel his quickened heartbeat.

“You deserve me too. Do you really think I was sticking around to see Volt every night?” Eddie looks off to the left, his eyes staring towards the stage. He shuffles on his feet.

“Yeah, kinda…”

You give him a sad smile. “You’re so fucking stupid,” you playfully pat a fist over his chest and Eddie looks down at you offended. “I was worried about you, you fool! Give me a little attitude and I’m determined to make that shell crack,” you snicker and your eyes beam at the slight lift of the corner of Eddie’s lips.

“Why me, though?” He asks genuinely. 

“Why not you?”

He motions to himself. “I’m not exactly the most appealing, little spark.” It’s ridiculous how he can act like he isn’t one of the sexiest objects in the house, like he isn’t the reason why you have two wonderful boyfriends now and the very foundation of the working house, giving each object a purpose in life and giving them said life he powers.

You let your hands wander then, taking in the sight of Eddie’s body tensing at the sensual touch, his eyebrows twitching and cheeks burning. You can feel the electricity coursing through his veins when your bare fingers find the base of his exposed neck and you encircle your hands around them, sliding your body close so your chest-to-chest with him. Fingers card through his hair and his mouth twitches when he speaks, his voice low and curious.

“What are you…doing?” 

“Admiring what’s mine?” You say it so simply, so easily that Eddie can’t seem to comprehend it. He finds a hand lifting and placing it on your waist. There’s a start.

“I’m yours, huh? What, I’m some panel of electricity only made for your pleasure? Is that what you’re saying?” You hook your wrist together, caging him there and his back leans into the wall. You shrug.

“If I said yes?”

“I’d say you’d get electrocuted,” His voice grumbles in his chest and there’s a shiver that runs down your entire body at the sound of it. You wiggle a brow at him.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Eddie.”

He laughs. It's genuine and refreshing to hear after not having it bless your ears the past few weeks. His eyes glisten with a newfound gladness and you take pride in knowing you helped create that in him.

“Is Volt giving you pick up lessons?” He places his other hand on your waist, his palms find comfort on your body and you begin to rock gently side to side.

“You weren’t supposed to know that,” You tease, tapping your lips with your index finger. Eddie chuckles and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

“What else am I not supposed to know? What else is he having you hide from me?” His fingers tease at the hem of your shirt and you feel your own cheeks flush. You play with the ends of one of his strands of hair, poking your finger against the exposed wire.

“Nothing…just that…he wanted me to—“ you cover your mouth and mumble the rest of your confession. Childlike mischief dances across your face and Eddie’s eyes close half lidded—unamused. He pulls your close, turning his head to hold his ear closer to your mouth.

“Didn’t quite catch that.” 

You giggle, Eddie smiles. “He wanted me to try and convince you to—“ another muffle, but Eddie is already grabbing your wrist and forcing it off your mouth. You belly laugh, doubling over when you try to fight back and fail horribly. You’re definitely not as strong as he is and he’s quickly turning you around and pushing you against the wall. He pins your wrist against the wall on either side of your head. Everything stops when you two look at each other, amusement playing across both your faces until you feel his thigh press between your legs.

He’s handsome like this, inches from your face, holding you and staring down at you with those halflidded eyes. His mouth parts slightly when it goes quiet and he lets his gaze flicker down to your lips. He licks his own.

“Convince me to what?” 

You don’t try to play this time. “Convince you to have sex with me.”

Eddie chuckles, “Volt thinks I should get my dick wet to relieve my stress?” 

You can’t really argue with that, “Well, it could help.” 

He stares at you for a couple moments, you feel like you’re being evaluated while his eyes roam across your features, tracing the lines of every piece of your face and settling for a good while on your lips before flitting them back up to your eyes.

“Yeah…I think it could help,” He sounds actually genuine this time, taking the advice into consideration as silly as it seemed. He pulls away to rub at his scruff, the sound of his rough hands on the stiff hair tingles the back of your neck and you have the urge to rub your cheek against it.

“I have a better idea,” He says thoughtfully. “How ‘bout— are you free tomorrow night?” 

You stare at him with an unamused expression. “You really think I have anything else planned besides being at home and rotting away?” Eddie chuckles, breathy and warm and you smell the whiskey on his breath. His hand slides up your waist and cups the side of your ribs, he gently presses the pads of his fingers into the muscles and it takes everything in you to not moan at the touch. He can see the effect it has on you, however and he gives you a knowing smirk.

“How about instead of rotting away in bed, you come meet me tomorrow night after the show. I’ll show you something, yeah?”

His entire demeanor has changed. Confidence permeates the air around him suddenly, his eyes seem to darken with want and it makes your stomach flutter with an excitement you haven’t felt in Lord knows how long. You’re eager, nodding your head and your jaw slack slightly. Eddie—amused, laughs again, his eyes shutting and nose crinkling. His crow feet are something to be admired and the way he cups your chin with his thumb and forefinger to shut your mouth has you blushing red.

“Thanks for the ego boost, live wire.” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek and you finally get that chance to feel his scruff. “I owe you one.”

You finally let him slip past this time. The sound of his  footsteps receding as you try to conceptualize just what he’s planning for tomorrow.

The club is once again closed when you head on over to the Breaker Box. Pushing up your dateviators curiously, you knock once, twice on the metal door. 

It creaks open, revealing Eddie. He looks much less worn out than usual. His hair is still shaggy and eyes 

 littered with lack of sleep, but for the most part there seems to be more color in his face and a gleam in his eyes that you can only say looks a little like mischief. You wave a hand hello and he opens the door further.

His vest is off, only adorning his white button up and it’s certainly not buttoned all the way. His wife ringlets around his neck still hang there and the collar of the shirt lays easily across his collar bones. You see chest hair peeking out of the shirt and you have to stop your eyes from wandering too far.

“Come on in,” He nods his invitation and the heavy door creaks and clangs closed behind you. The lights are dimmed, most off and you can barely see the stage without them on. But there’s a little shadow of the microphone where Johnny usually is, subjecting everyone to his demos. The bar is also barely lit, backlights highlight the glass on shelves, creating rainbows of light to dance across the countertop. Eddie takes you over, one hand on the small of your back to lead you over to your stool.

“Want a drink?” He holds up a shot glass he’s already prepared.

You look at him with an eyebrow raised. “Trying to loosen me up?”

He looks at it, then at you. “Well, I sure as hell need it. You mind if I…?”

“Please, go ahead. Just don’t get drunk on me. Already had to deal with a passed out Volt after I left last night.” You had found Volt, drunk and asleep, cuddling up with Betty on your bed, drooling over her breast. You settle on the stool and watch Eddie down the shot in one go. He places the glass on the counter and pours another.

“Yeah, thanks for handing him to me.” Eddie rolls his eyes at the memory of having to carry him back to the club.

Looking around, you notice something.

“Speaking of which. Where is Volt?”

Eddie doesn’t say a thing, instead he throws back another drink and finally rinses it, cleans it and places it back on the rack. He wipes his hands dry with a washcloth.

“Upstairs. You wanna see him?”

That sounds…ominous, the way he slowly releases the words— almost nervous to ask you. Afraid you’ll say yes. But when you look up at him he’s got this evil smile, a smug look in his eye.

“Eddie…what did you do?” He laughs at that and jabs a thumb to the stairs that lead up to their living quarters. You follow him.

He places his hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly while he places his index finger on his lips, shushing you silently. When the door opens, you hear Volt before you see him.

“This is just cruel now, Eddie, really. What have I done to deserve such treatment?” Eddie pushes you inside with a swift move, tripping on the threshold, you stumble into the bedroom where sitting in a rusty chair is Volt. You catch your balance as you take in the slight.

He’s clothed (surprisingly) but his hands are behind the back of the chair, a thick line of wire is digging into his clothes, cupping his chest. His ankles, also tied, force him to spread his legs and he struggles against his restraints. Hair falls into his face when he tries to jerk out of the confines Eddie clearly placed him in and when he tosses his head back to throw his hair back over his shoulder— he catches you.

“Live wire!” He exclaims, realization hitting him and you all at once. “That’s what this is, Eddie? Showing off?” Volt would almost look angry if it wasn’t clear that he was extremely proud of Eddie at this moment.

“What—?” You can’t finish your question before Eddie is grabbing your shoulder and pushing you to the bed. The strength in his grip alone leaves you gasping and there’s a pang of pleasure that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. An electrifying excitement. 

“Thought it was my turn for a little fun this time,” He says cooly. “Better to give my other half a show while I have my way with our little spark, right?” Eddie flashes Volt a toothy smile before he begins unbuttoning his shirt. You lean back on your elbows on the bed, your eyes watching Eddie before switching over to Volt who’s staring at you with a knowing grin. 

Well done, live wire. You can practically hear it as he mouths the words. You bring your legs up and squeeze your thighs together with a glee and arousal. 

Eddie’s body is toned— where Volt is practically hairless albeit except the white happy trail that begins at his belly button— Eddie is covered. Hair dusts over his chest and travels down his entire torso, his pants hang low enough where you can see the beginning of his lower pelvic region. Soft lines point to where you can see the natural shape of him in his pants. His skin flushes under the dimmed lights when he tosses the shirt to the side and feels both pairs of eyes on him, raking down and up. Volt holds back his tongue for once, letting Eddie have the spotlight for tonight. 

The bed shifts when he places a knee on it, reaching and grabbing your ankle. Eddie tugs with one swift motion and you’re pulled to the edge of the bed, just a few feet from where Volt sits in the chair. You look to Volt for a moment when Eddie’s hands slide over your clothed thigh.

“Don’t look at him,” He says with a bite that almost sounds like anger. The lights soften the hard edges of his face but that gaze is equally as sharp and ten times more intense. Your eyes are glued to him then.

His hand slips under your shirt, fingertips hot against your skin and they press when it reaches the edge of the plump flesh on your chest. He squeezes gently, eyes glued to your face to see what expression you’ll conjure. His thumb swipes over your nipple and it’s hardening under his touch. Your eyes flutter shut, leaning back on your hands and letting your spine arch at the pleasure. Volt was always soft, sometimes too soft and delicate but Eddie’s already proving to be a beautiful contrast to his partner. You let your lips part in a sigh.

He pinches your nipple with his forefinger and thumb, there’s a jolt of electricity and it drives a yelp out of you. The pain quick to hit and just as quick to evaporate. You let out a needy moan then, letting your legs separate and scoot closer to Eddie— hoping he’ll pick up the sign that you want more of whatever that was.

Eddie’s other hand shoves your shirt up, exposing you to the chilly air and Volt’s piercing stare. The arousal increases in the room for every party. You hear the chair creak under Volt’s weight when he shimmies his wrists in his bindings. You look down, daring to open your eyes when you feel warm breath at the center of your chest between your breasts.

“More?“ Eddie lets out with a breath. You nod your head, his fingers pinch harder just a little. “Say it.” 

“M-more…please.” You add the polite request at the end, hoping it would please him. It certainly does because his tongue is pressing to your breast, starting the underside and sliding up to your hardened peak. He circles the tip of his tongue around a few times before letting his lips capture the rest in his mouth. Your hand finds its way to his hair, gripping the strands as he sucks more of your skin into your mouth. His own eyes flutter shut for a moment and you’re able to admire the way his eyelashes lay against his warm skin. He’s pretty like this— he always is but seeing the content on his face has the tips of your ears reddened and warm. 

He pulls away, letting a bridge of spit connect from your nipple to his bottom lip that’s become plump and red. He swipes his thumb over it, breaking the bridge and beginning a slow, wet circle around your other breast. Eddie looks up at you through his lashes and he leans in close, pressing his face into your neck. You gasp, mouth agape and already getting dry.

“Mmmmh,” He mumbles, “So soft,” his lips graze your neck, tongue sliding out to press against your quickened pulse. His teeth sink in slowly, not enough to break skin but enough to leave a slight indent. He suckles the sensitive skin there, it pinches and hurts but it sits so close to pleasure that you can’t differentiate between the two. You let out another moan, hips moving on their own accord.

Volt groans himself, eyebrows pinched together and pulling at the wires as he watches his lovelies neglect his pleasure. He’s hard— rock hard in his pants but there’s no release for him. 

“Eddie…” You breath, hand grasping the back of his neck. He grumbles into your neck before releasing you and soothing over his third hickey with his tongue. He pulls away, hair a mess, eyes droopy with want, hands trembling with excitement as he looks over your aroused state while he figures out what to do next. So much he wants to do…

He pushes your shirt completely off, it’s awkward and it tangles with your limbs but you managed to pull it off, now the two of you half exposed. Volt’s eyes seem to bulge out of his skull and he babbles something about how beautiful you two look. Eddie gives him a sideways glance that shuts him up. 

You lift your hips when Eddie begins to hook his fingers into your pants, peeling them off and letting his calloused fingertips slide across silky skin. He slides them to your inner thighs once your pants lay in a heap on the floor and he’s pushing your knees apart until they nestle on the blankets beneath you. He lets out a longing sigh after holding his breath, revealing the goldmine of your wet heat. Eddie looks in wonder, mouth watering at the sight and he can’t seem to figure out what to do first for a couple seconds. A curious thumb buries into the hair on your pubic bone and he pulls the skin upward, unveiling your plump clit. It twitches under his cooling breath.

He lowers his head.

Eddie lets his mouth cup over your mound, his tongue peeking out to swipe, flat and wide to cover the entire surface. He moans with you in his mouth, vibrating the area and your legs fight against the strong hold he keeps on your thighs to keep them separated. Your hips buck at the sensation, unable to control the roll of mind numbing pleasure that feels like warm water enveloping you from toes to shoulders. 

Eddie sighs, breaking the suction on your clit to swipe his tongue up and down with a precision and movement only he is capable of. He barely peeks over to Volt before he’s replacing his tongue with his two forefingers, watching your hole clench and unclench with each rub over your bundle of nerves.

“They taste so good, Volt. They’re doing so well for me, too, don’t you think?” 

Volt swallows over a dizzying lump in his throat, attempting to clear it before speaking but he sounds just as breathless as you. “Y-yes, they are…So good for you…” 

Eddie turns to you. “Good little spark,” His fingers play and circle at your entrance, pulling your lips apart to watch the slick ooze from you. His middle fingers dips inside slowly, it’s not nearly big enough to satisfy you— leaving you whining and wanting to beg for more. Before you can muster the courage to, Eddie is already pulling away and reaching over to press his fingers into your mouth. You let your mouth fall slack and take his finger in, a hand holds his wrist gently as you suckle and taste the saltiness of your own desire for him. “Get it nice and wet, spark…that’s it.” There’s a warmth to his voice that sends shivers down your entire body and you eagerly suck on his finger, letting saliva escape the corner of your mouth and slide down the side of his finger.

“Does Volt ever finger you?” He asks when he pulls away again and settles his hand between your legs once more. You shake your head and he pouts. “That’s a shame. He’s real good at it. Leaving our live wire out on some fun? eh?” He looks over his shoulder. “Not nice, Volt. Cruel, even.”

Volt groans, his pants tight around his crotch. You wonder if his hardon has the strength to burst from the seams. 

“That’s alright,” He hums, positioning his fingers at your entrance again. This time he holds his middle two, sinking them into his first knuckle. “I’ll take care of you.” 

With the width of his two fingers— your body reacts; leg spread wide, you toss your head back into the sheets, hands grip said sheets and you bite your lip in an attempt to muffle your moan. It doesn't work. Eddie’s fingers seek deeper inside you, feeling the plush, wet walls within you. The action alone has him feeling his cock dig into the bed below him. His hips adjust, feeling that satisfying friction but he stops himself— not yet. He’ll get his turn soon.

His fingers curl, hooking themselves deep inside you and he begins thrusting. Wet, filthy sound mix together with your sounds of pleading and pleasure when Eddie finds your g-spot and abuses it. 

“Eddie!” You moan, teeth clenching and legs fighting against his strong hold. “Fuck…fuck, fuck! Eddie!”

“That’s it,” His voice feels like warm honey against your eyes. “You want it harder, don’t you, my little wire?” Fingers move expertly, sliding in and out and pressing into that plush, sensitive spot so roughly it starts to feel numb. A knot forms in your lower abdomen, tightening and tightening—

“Eddie! Please, I’m almost there—“ He suddenly stops.

You whine, practically crying when his wet fingers leave you empty and clenching around nothing. By the time you open your eyes, he’s sitting up and sucking on his fingers, eyes trained over to Volt who really does look like he’s gonna burst.

His hair sparks blue, eyes flicker with a sick malice that you know isn’t true anger. You watch them, waiting for one of them to say something. It’s like they have a silent conversation, speaking telepathically. Eddie releases his finger with an audible pop and turns his attention back to you.

“Lay back down and spread your legs.” You don’t dare question him. 

You and Volt both watch with bated breath as Eddie unzips his pants, watching his hardon strain against the fabric before pushing them down along with his underwear. He springs out of the confines and you sit up to get a good look.

He climbs atop the bed, grabbing one ankle of yours with his hand and holding your leg open while the other grabs at his base. You hear a needy noise come from Volt when Eddie angles his dick to your heat. It’s warm and he presses his tip to your clit, sliding up and down to coat himself in your slick. His skin is soft and warm against you and Eddie lets out a moan that erupts from deep within his chest. A satisfying sound, something akin to a growl and he lets his eyes shut as the pleasure envelopes you both. He moves slowly, letting your pussy memorize the shape of him against your lips.

“Could cum just from this, live wire…” His tip catches at your hole and you gasp and relax— opening him for him but he slides back up to your clit and circles it with his tip. “Nice and wet, hm?” 

He pulls back a little to align himself to your entrance. You suck in a breath, holding it until his tip splits you open. There’s the slight burn the further he pushes in, waiting for you to flutter around him before Eddie continues to shimmy his way inside you. He’s much more girthier than Volt— thicker and hotter— you wonder in the moment if there’s any chance you’d ever be able to fit them both inside you one day.

Eddie releases his hand from his cock and grabs the back of your knee, lifting your leg to push it against your torso. He lets his head fall back when he bottoms out inside you and lets out a satisfying sigh. 

The room turns hot then. Everyone breathing deeply, Volt giving up on escaping and this time focusing on thrusting his own hips into nothing— practically crying over the lack of friction he receives. He watches you two with an icey, jealous, aroused stare that could melt metal.

There’s a searing heat between you and Eddie and it increases when he pulls his hips back and forward slowly, creating a slow and even rhythm. His thumb runs over the inside of your ankle, calloused finger soothing your mewling as you feel his cock bruise the inner working of your walls. Your toes curl when he pushes further in, his coarse hair mixing with yours, pelvis-to-pelvis in the most intimate way. 

“Fuck,” He breathes hard, breath fanning your face. He leans down, curling forwards and his hair falls over his forehead in a messy fashion. He thrusts harder, eyes peering down where you two are connected. Creamy white pools out of you and drips down onto the sheets, he fucks you harder, knowing you can take more. Your body rocks with each push inside you, reaching up to grab the sheets to keep you steady. You moan Eddie’s name, looking over to Volt whose mouth has fallen open, cheeks tinged blue. 

“So good, Eddie…Feels so good…” You say, eyes locking with Volt’s. There’s a smirk on your face and his eyes narrow, he still attempts to thrust but to no avail— there is no pleasure like skin-to-skin for him tonight.

Your other hand finds itself pressing into Eddie’s lower abdomen, feeling the ripple of muscle under his skin with each thrust. Your fingernails glide down a prominent vein on his pubic bone, down and down until your finger feels the wetness that’s coated on the small sliver of his exposed cock nestled in you. A choke catches in his throat and your hand goes to your very clit, circling it feverishly.

His speed picks up, thrusting getting messier, the sound of skin on skin growing louder, the bed creaking under the weight and his grip is so hard on your skin that you know you’ll have crescent shaped bruises in the morning. Eddie curses under his breath again, the pleasure becoming a hot white that almost blinds him. He’s just about ready to blow a fuse before he strains out.

“Gonna let me cum in you, right? Make you mine?” He says through clenched teeth. “Gonna fill you up and make sure we get every last drop deep inside you…” He leans down now, letting go of your ankle to grab the back of your knee, pushing both legs up and against your torso. The new angle is deeper, his girth splitting you open and tip bruising your cervix. There’s the burn and sharp pain of his abusing thrusts and he practically growls in your ear.

“Fuck, live wire, squeeze around me again and I’ll—“ His sentence is cut off when you tighten around him, lust filled eyes locking with his as you feel that wet warmth burry itself deep inside you.

Eddie’s lips part, glossy and red as he releases himself inside you, pumping his hips a few more times as ropes coat your walls. It’s lewd, the way you feel it slip out of you while he lazily moves his pelvis against yours. Slowing his motions, he lets go of your legs, letting the heels of your feet dig into the end of the bed. Sweat drips from his forehead and the tip of his nose, pushing his hair back, he sits back, still inside you.

Eddie quickly leans down to give you a long, strong kiss on your lips. When you separate and you press noses together, you look at each other deeply. Eddie’s eyes flash a pink color, eyelids droopy and the circles under his eyes seem to grow more prominent as the exhaustion of what he’s done takes over.

He slowly, eyes trailing over your body, pulls out of you. His softening dick drops cum from the tip and like a dam breaking, cum oozes out of you and onto the sheets. You release a sigh and let your achy limbs relax, stretching your arms above your head and arching your back.

You moan, pushing more cum out of you when you speak, “God, Eddie…that was…”

He sits at the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows on one knee and looks over to you, nodding. “Well needed fix, yeah…”

“I was gonna say amazing.”

He smiles and blushes. “That too…” He fully turns to you, remorse written across his face. “I’m sorry for the way I acted.”

You shake your head, sitting up and reach over to grab his hand. “Don’t be sorry for having insecurities. We all have them.”

He shrugs. “I’ll be better.” He looks away, blushing and then turns back to you quickly. He puts his other hand over yours. “I love you…I realized I hadn’t said it since…everything that went down. I love you.”

You squeeze back. “I love you too.”

There’s a groan coming from the edge of the bed. 

Oh right.

Volt sits, still tied up, head hanging forward, hair cascading down to cover his face. You and Eddie find your eyes trailing down his body to—

Oh!

A wet spot sits directly on the hard lump that is Volt’s erection. Eddie lets out a chuckle.

“No way you came untouched, in your pants.”

Volt groans, hair sparking aggressively. “Just untie me and let me change…”

[gf2bellamy]

if you want to write more dad spencer fics may i suggest dad spencer comforting his kid whos afraid of the dark and embarrassed about it by telling them abt his own fear of the dark

dark — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: girldad!spencer, his daughter is scared of the dark and so is he a/n: haii ! girldad!spencer makes a comeback

Spencer Reid wasn’t sure if he was dreaming.

The voice that whispered “Daddy?” in the dark sounded so much like Hazel’s that, for a moment, he thought his exhausted mind had conjured her. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Between long cases and the hours he got to spend at home, his subconscious often clung to the two most important people in his life, you and your daughter.

But then he blinked, and there she was.

Hazel stood beside the bed in her too-big pajamas, her favorite rabbit detective plush clutched tightly in one small hand. His nightlight on the bedside table highlighting her tear-streaked cheeks, her pouty lips trembling, her big eyes glistening with tears.

“Hazel.” He sat up instantly, his sleepiness vanishing as he reached for her. Gently, he hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her onto the mattress, pulling her close. Her body was shaking as she buried her face against his chest.

“What’s wrong, honey?” he murmured, brushing his thumbs over her cheeks to wipe away the tears. But she didn’t answer, just clung to him tighter. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and rubbed slow circles on her back. “Shh, you’re okay. It’s okay,” he whispered.

The bed shifted beside him. You stirred at the sound of Hazel’s sniffles. Spencer glanced over just as your eyes fluttered open. You’d only fallen asleep an hour ago after a long day, and he hated to wake you.

“Go back to sleep,” he murmured, but it was too late.

You’d already seen Hazel curled in his lap and in an instant, you were pushing yourself upright. “What’s wrong? Is she okay?”

Your hand came up to rub at your face, blinking rapidly as you tried to focus on your daughter. Spencer shifted Hazel slightly, his heart aching at how miserable she looked. “Hazel,” he said softly, tilting her chin up so he could meet her watery gaze. “Can you tell us what’s wrong?”

She hesitated, her lower lip wobbling before she finally whispered, “It’s dark in my room.”

And just like that, it clicked for both of you.

Your eyes flicked to Spencer. Even now, as a grown man, he still carried that old fear of the dark. That was why there was always a nightlight on his side of the bed, the one you’d bought for him after he’d admitted it years ago. He’d tried to laugh it off, calling it childish, but you’d just kissed his cheek and plugged it in without another word. Hazel clutched her bunny tighter, her wide eyes darting between the two of you, searching for reassurance.

“That’s okay, Hazel,” you said softly, brushing a stray curl away from her damp cheek. Spencer adjusted her in his lap, his fingers gently smoothing the wrinkles in her pajama top, but you could see the hesitation in his jaw.

You knew him too well. He was embarrassed. The idea that admitting his fear might make him seem less in her eyes, less of the infallible, genius Dad who knew everything and could chase away any monster under the bed. Your hand drifted down to Hazel’s back, fingers lightly tracing comforting circles, before slipping beneath to find Spencer’s. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, suppressing a yawn as you did.

“Everyone’s scared of something, sweetheart,” you murmured, glancing at him with a soft, encouraging smile.

For a moment, Spencer just stared at you. But then Hazel shifted in his arms, her tiny fingers patting his chest and something in his expression softened.He let out a quiet breath.You smiled to yourself, watching as he swallowed hard, his throat working around the words before he finally spoke.

“You know, Hazel…" His voice was quiet. "I’m scared of the dark too.”He paused, then added gently, "But you know what helps me?"

She shook her head. Spencer shifted her slightly in his lap, his fingers tracing patterns on her pajama sleeve. "The dark isn’t as scary when you remember a few things. First—it’s just the absence of light. That’s all. Nothing changes in the dark except what we can see."

Hazel blinked. "But… what if there’s monsters?"

He smiled, tapping her detective bunny’s nose. "Monsters are much louder in the light. If they were real, they’d make loud noises. But the dark? It’s quiet because everything’s the same as it was when the lights were on."

She considered this, her grip on Peter Rabbit loosening just a little.

"Second," Spencer continued, voice warm, "the dark is where the best things happen. Fireflies glow in the dark. Stars come out at night. And—" He booped her nose, earning a tiny giggle. "Dreams happen in the dark. That’s where all your adventures start."

Hazel’s breathing had steadied, her earlier trembles fading. "And… Peter Rabbit protects me," she added. Hazel thrust her beloved plush toward him, its floppy ears brushing his chin. "He can protect you too."

You saw the way Spencer’s lashes fluttered, the way his grip on your hand tightened just a little more. "Yeah?" he murmured, his voice rough.

"Yeah," Hazel said, matter-of-fact. "And Mommy can hold your hand. Then you’ll be double safe."

A soft giggle escaped your lips at her logic, while beside you, Spencer's cheeks bloomed pink. You could see him fighting back both embarrassment and overwhelming tenderness as he looked down at your daughter, who stared up at him with complete earnestness.

"You're absolutely right, honey," he conceded. His fingers brushed through Hazel's sleep-tousled curls as he added, "But tomorrow, we'll get you your very own nightlight for your room too." His brown eyes flickered to yours, crinkling at the corners. "Just like Mommy got me one."

Your heart swelled as you returned his smile. Hazel nodded, her little fist tightening in the fabric of Spencer's sleep shirt. "Can I sleep here tonight?" she asked carefully.

Spencer didn't hesitate. "Of course you can," he murmured, already shifting to make space between you both.

You shifted to make more room in the bed as Spencer carefully adjusted Hazel between you both. The mattress dipped slightly under her slight weight as she settled in, her detective bunny tucked securely under one arm while the other still maintained its death grip on Spencer's sweater.

"Thank you," Hazel whispered, already sounding sleepier now. She turned her face into Spencer's chest.

You saw the way Spencer's throat worked as he swallowed hard. His long fingers trembled slightly as they traced patterns on her back. "Good night, Hazel," he whispered. Hazel yawned widely as sleep finally claimed her. Spencer carefully adjusted the blankets around her.

"Double safe," he murmured to you, echoing Hazel's earlier words as he laced his fingers with yours over your daughter's sleeping form.

You squeezed his hand again, watching as his eyelids grew heavy too. "Double safe," you whispered back.

[flqwerjo]

─── 𝑷𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑻𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑟

˚.❀𝑷𝐴𝐼𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺 ─── Pitbull!Riki x Reader

˚.❀𝑺𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 ─── You love your Pitbull Hybrid boyfriend <3 even though he can be a little insane

˚.❀𝑮𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸/𝐶𝑊 ─── Headcanons , Hybrid!AU , sfw , nsfw along with warnings under the cut (mdni), established relationship , jealousy/possessiveness ˚.❀𝑾𝑂𝑅𝐷 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑁𝑇 ─── 0.7k

˚.❀𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸 ─── if this delivers well , I might write a full fic

                              𝒄ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡ᵎᵎ (˶˃⤙˂˶)

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who will bare his canines at any man getting too close to you for his liking , especially when it's another hybrid ── he can't risk the chance of their scent coming in contact with your skin and if so , he will nuzzle himself against you for the whole night and make you wear his clothes until you're basked in his scent again.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who loves when you scratch the right spot behind his ear , it gets his tail wagging so quickly that you'd think he'd be about to take off and fly against the ceiling. Not to mention , the whines he lets out when you stop just to throw a dirty look at you.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who hates wearing a collar. You've once put a collar on him as a joke which earned you a dirty look and the collar coming flying into your direction.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who doesn't let you out of his sight. If you guys were hanging out with your friends in public , he'd keep his eyes on you as soon as you start going somewhere else to throw something away or get a drink , all while mindlessly nodding his head when someone talks to him. He's not listening to them , too focused on keeping his eyes on you while his ears stay on alert in case you might call out to him.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who loves to flop himself on top of you whenever you're laying in bed , not caring whether or not he's distracting you from whatever you're doing or being in your view of the TV or if he had laid down on your phone. As long as you give him attention and affection , he's content but will he get off? No , not until he's satisfied or has fallen asleep and woke up from his nap.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who goes to the gym every single day. He has to keep his muscles in tact.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who sometimes , lets out rough barks to scare of guys that get too close to you. What in the world made them even think they were good enough to approach you? Not on his watch.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who can smell how you're feeling ; if you're in distress , uncomfortable , happy , angry. Yes , he can also smell when you're getting your period soon and always informs you. He also stocks up your stash of feminine products.

𝐶𝑊 ─── breeding , marking/biting , usage of collars and leash , knotting , usage of petnames (pup , puppy) , switch!riki (mostly dom), usage of a muzzle

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅����𝑘𝑖 who , as I mentioned , can smell how you're feeling ; that also counts for arousal and ovulation. He's a beast during your ovulation , it's as if he suddenly goes into heat once the sweet scent of your ovulation clouds his mind.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who , during sex , always wants to breed you , even though he knows the chances of knocking you up are low. It's not even about the knocking you up part, it's more about fucking his cum so deep inside of you that it won't spill , again and again and again. In his world , he'd like to fill you up so often in one night that any hybrid close by can fucking smell him inside of you.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who hates to wears collars , but not during sex. Fucking pull him and guide him to your cunt that he'll gladly lap at without another thought. Might as well put a leash on him ; it gets his cock leaking like a damn fountain when you pull him down with his leash.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who loves to bite you. The back of your neck is covered in bite marks that never seem to fade. There wasn't a day where your neck was free from those bite marks ever since you got together with him.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who will whine and sulk when you make him wear a muzzle due to his excessive biting as a punishment. But , don't be fooled ; he's acting. He likes to make you think that you have the control when in fact , he has the upper and not you ; but there are moments where he'll give you the control.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who can't control himself and always ends up knotting you in the process of breeding you. But those are the moments filled with soft kisses and praises until the knot swells down and he fucks you back into oblivion. It's a repeated cycle that you've gotten used to.

𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙!𝑅𝑖𝑘𝑖 who will melt into a puddle when you praise him , calling him your good pup while his head is buried between your legs. It was a cute sight , especially the way his ears move as soon as those words fall from your lips and the way his tail starts to wag behind him ; but it's a sight you can't really focus on , not when he's making out with your pussy.

𓍯  𝑻𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 🌷͙֒  @hollyoongs @ilyevxn @kazamuras

[booksandteaandtears]

close calls: the second time

Dr. Jack Abott x f!attending!wife!reader

Summary: the second of three times you and your husband almost revealed you were married before the event of That's your wife? sunshine version - read about the first time

Sooo, I wrote something sexy this time... not full on smut as that's not really my writing genre, but it's definitely a little spicy... so! MDNI !!

masterlist

the second time

You'd just gotten of a plane from New York. You'd landed at 4 in the morning and an hour later you'd arrived in the Pitt, coffee and breakfast in hand. You were supposed to pick your husband up for a relaxing day at home, but plans had changed and you still had to confess to Jack that you wouldn't be home with him. You'd decided that your best change of bringing the news would be face to face.

Dana had texted you the day before that Jack had had a rough shift that night. Robby had gone to the roof to talk to him. You'd tried to call Jack, but he'd been asleep by the time you did, and the rest of the day you were stuck in conferences and meetings with pharmaceutical reps.

You walked in, sipping your coffee, scanning the room for black scrubs and salt and pepper hair. You saw Ellis standing at curtain six and shot her a wave. She signed for you to wait and finished up with her patient.

"Hey you, haven't seen you on the night shift for a while. Are you on call? I thought that second year resident was working pediatrics tonight?"

"Yeah, he is. I'm starting surgery in a couple of hours and I wanted to study up a little so I came in early. I just had a question for doctor Abbot about an eight year old girl that came in a couple of weeks ago. I was looking over her chart and he mentioned some abnormalities that I want to check out. Have you seen him around?"

Parker sighed and took a bite out of the bagel you'd offered her. "He's around somewhere. We've been having a hard week. Dr. Abbot missed a case of abuse on Tuesday and he came in the next day with three broken ribs. A six year old shot his sister in the foot and we had to amputate, two kids crashed their car into a bus because they were high. Killed two kids. Just a bad week. Dana said his wife's out of town so we should cut him some slack but he's been barking at us all night."

You winced. "So your advice is to avoid him for now and come back when the wife's back in town?"

"I'd say so."

"Well, I guess I'll have to brave it cause I've got to sign off on those charts by tomorrow and I want to check it out. Wish me luck!"

You turned away from doctor Ellis and headed towards the lockers, hoping to find your husband there.

You heard him before you saw him. He was shouting at Dr. Shen, clearly annoyed by the young attending's casual demeanour.

"Those parents are terrified, John! You don't step in there taking a sip of coffee and sloshing your damn ice-cubes. You're supposed to be a fucking professional! "

"The patient was fine, doctor Abbot. I was just about to tell the parents that."

"That may be, Shen, but they didn't know that yet. Parents are programmed to think the worst when their child gets hurt and it's your job to calm them down and explain what's going on. You're a doctor for fuck's sake. Patient care includes talking to their loved ones in a respectful way. You fucked up in there and I never want to see it again. Just get out now, and do your damn job!"

Shen passed you a couple of seconds later and you gave him a reassuring smile.

When you turned the corner you saw Jack leaning on the lockers, looking at the floor and rubbing a hand over the thigh above his prosthetic.

"Did your leg get sore from shouting at attendings? Heard you've been doing that all night."

Jack looked up and his face softened immediately upon seeing you.

"Hi." He said softly. You smiled at him.

"Doctor Parker diagnosed your grumpiness as a symptom of missing your wife, so I'm here to remedy that."

His face lit up as he stepped towards you, his hands on your back and his lips on yours within seconds.

"I've missed you," he whispered between kisses, pushing you against the wall with his chest, trapping you between his arms "the house has been too empty without you in it."

You smiled against his lips. "Now I know you're lying, you hate it when I leave my stuff everywhere. You're always on my back about cleaning it up."

"I wasn't saying I missed your mess," he pulled away from you and brushed a loose strand of hair back behind your ear, "I missed you." He pressed his lips to your forehead, "I missed this. I missed having you close. I had almost forgotten how much I need you close to me, it's too hard to function without you."

You pulled him closer to you, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

"I don't function without you either."

You could feel Jack melting further into you, his head resting on top of yours, his hands tracing your back lazily.

You look up at him. "Did you have a bad week, Jack? You were barking at Shen like he killed a patient."

Jack sighed. He pushed himself away from you and turned, so he was leaning next to you on the wall.

"Yes, it was a bad week all around. Lots of kids with injuries their parents should have prevented, a few too many abuse cases, two veterans that OD'ed. I wrote it all down, like my therapist told me to, but that didn't really help. All I really wanted to do was hold you, talk to you about it, maybe fuck my feelings away afterwards."

You smiled at him. A boyish grin painted his face, turning towards you, his lips finding your neck. He'd hinted at how much he missed your physical connection over texts the last week, even sending some pretty risqué pictures, but your hours had been so opposite that you hadn't been able to help him over the phone.

"But I guess we can do that last one in a couple of hours. I'm only on for..." He looked at his watch, "another 115 minutes."

You pushed your husband off and decided you would have to break the news that you had spend avoiding since you had seen him in the hallway.

"About that..." you whispered at him. Jack groaned and messed up his hair with his right hand. His left hand was resting on your hip, softly squeezing.

"Please tell me you did not take a shift today." He groaned.

You smiled at him guiltily. "Doctor Keaton knew I was coming back today, so she called me last night to ask me to scrub in on a heart transplant this morning. The kid's seven years old. He's been on my patient list for four years, I just couldn't say no. Besides, this is doctor Keaton we're talking about, she's a legend, I've been waiting for a surgery like this for months. She's going back to Pakistan next week so this might be my last chance." You pout at him, trying to persuade him of the urgency of this surgery.

"So you are canceling a day in bed with me, your husband, after not seeing me for a week, because you want to hack someone open? You really are a surgeon."

You slapped his bicep, playfully. He grabbed your hand and pulled you close to him again, this time he was leaning against the wall and you were pulled flush against him. Your hands fell on his chest and the feeling of his taut muscles grounded you. You'd missed your handsome husband as much as he'd missed you.

His hand flew upwards, holding you where your jaw meets your neck. His eyes focused on yours intently. His voice was calm and low.

"Are you really going to keep me waiting another day? My dick's been hard since I saw you standing in the hall. I could barely manage waiting two more hours, and now you're telling me it's going to be tonight? I thought I made it clear that I've missed you, sweetheart."

You could feel your heartbeat fastening, his words creating tension in your body. The hand on your neck pulled your face closer towards his, so close you felt his breath against your lips.

"Jack," you whispered back, "We're in the middle of a hallway in your ER."

He nodded at you and closed the distance between you, his lips brushing over yours.

"There's an on call room around the corner on the right side."

You giggled at him. "Dr. Abbot! Are you really suggesting what I think you are?" Your hand sneaked towards his crotch, assessing that he was telling the truth about his cock. His eyes were glistening with want. You leaned into his ear. "It's actually really hot."

"Fuck." He groaned back. "Go, I'll be there in a minute."

You kissed the point below his ear while your fingers brushed against his dick again and he hissed at you. You giggled and made your way to the on call room, leaving him standing flushed in the hallway.

Jack took a minute to lower his blood pressure, making sure nobody had seen you go into the room before he opened the door himself.

The door opened again just a couple of minutes later.

"Hey Dr. Abbot, I just saw you sneak in here, sorry to wake you up already, but I have a question about that patient in three-" Shen looked up from the tablet in his hand and shut up.

Jack no longer had a shirt on and was about to rip your scrub top over your head, both his hands underneath the top near your boobs.

Jack growled at Shen, who was still standing in the doorway, staring at the pair of you.

"Shen! Get out! And for fuck's sake learn to knock!"

Shen turned around and scrambled out of the door.

"Shen!" Jack shouted when the door closed.

"Y-Yes?"

"I'll be- I'll be out in a second. Just stay right there and keep your mouth shut. Give me a minute."

"Okay boss. You sure you only need a minute? Looked like you were kind of in the middle of something."

"Shen! Just shut up!"

Jack dropped the tension in his body, letting himself fall on top of you.

"I will fucking kill him for seeing this, for seeing us."

You giggle at him and close your arms around him, holding him closer to you. "No, you won't. You'd have to fill the night shift attending position and you hate interviewing people. Besides, he barely saw anything."

He groaned into your neck. "I'm pretty sure I might just kill him tonight for having interrupted. Now I'm going to have to wait until tonight to have my way with you. My balls were blue enough without having been near you, I might burst with the way they're feeling now I've actually been able to touch you. I'm never letting you leave for an entire week again."

You tease him a little by rubbing your thigh over his crotch.

"Pretty sure your balls aren't the main problem area right now. You look like you have a soda can shoved down your pants. I think Myrna might have something to say about that."

"You know, you're not really making it any fucking better right now."

He sighed again and pushed himself of you. You handed him the shirt that was lying next to your head.

"I better check it out. That patient in three was critical a couple of hours ago. And I better talk to Shen about this as well. If he so much as breathes a word about this I'll have him for fucking breakfast."

"Jack?" He looks back at you, love flooding his eyes. "Just make sure he doesn't spill? Please? I don't want people to know yet, I'm only just getting used to everyone around here. I'll buy him a years worth of Dunkin if that will help."

"I'll make sure babe, don't worry. He's a good guy, he won't tell, we won't have to bribe him. Besides I don't ever want to see an iced coffee in his hands ever again." He put on his shirt and scrub top and walked towards the door, looking back before opening it.

"Good luck with the surgery today, I want to hear everything about it the moment you get back, I know you've been excited about working with doctor Keaton. Just promise me that when you arrive back home we won't leave the bed until tomorrow. I love you."

Then he opened the door and got back into the chaos of the pre-dawn ER.

[wosofootballfics]

Tummy Time(LeahWilliamsonXRussoReader)

Warning: it's really really short but sweet.

A/N:i wanted to write something like that for Leah for a while so Here it is!

Summary: Yours and Leahs daughter isn't a Fan of Tummy time and you honestly couldn't blame her.

You had put your daughter Mia down onto the floor on her blanket for tummy time. And your daughter always hated it. But appearently it was important for her to do Tummy time.

"she hates it le, i don't like it either honestly!" You told your wife. Looking at your crying daughter.

"i don't like it either Babe. But you heard what the doctor said." She replied.

"yes i know it's important for her development! But I hate to See her so upset!"you replied. Letting out a soft sigh. Leah leaned down to kiss your head softly. You were lying on the floor with Mia. She then kissed your daughters head as well.

"i wish i could fix this but honestly i don't know how to fix it!" Leah admitted. She then laid down with you and all of sudden with having both of you there Mia stopped crying.

"Looks like piccola principessa just wanted both of us down here with her!" You stated and smiled softly at your wife. (little princess )

"yes looks like it." Leah answered and laughed softly.

"she likes attention! It's clear that she is our daughter!" You stated and chuckled softly. Both you and Leah enjoyed the Fans at the Stadium having their eyes on you Guys. The attention was nice. But when it came to your private Life you enjoyed keeping most of it private. You haven't posted a single picture of Mia since you have announced her birth five months ago.

"very much so!" Your wife replied and you both placed soft kisses on top of your daughters head at the same time. Which made her smile. That smile could melt ice honestly.

There was a knock on the door, you got up and opened it. Thankfully Mia didn't start crying. She did look a bit upset but you then returned with your fraternal twin sister Alessia. Who also happened to be yours and Leahs teammate at Arsenal.

"how is my sweet niece?" She asked. You loved the bond Alessia had with your daughter. It was Special. Just as Special as your Bond with Lessi was. It's why you named your daughter after her in the First place. Since Mia was Alessias middle Name. Well one of them. Your parents Love Long names so yours was y/n Mattea Gianna Russo.

"she is Not a Fan of Tummy time. Not alone at least!" Leah admitted and picked her up. Enough tummy time for today. She handed her to Alessia who held her in her arms and kissed her forehead.

"hi little Love!" She said and Mia cuddled up to her. Smiling up at her auntie Lessi.

"she seems very Happy to See you Less!" Leah replied and smiled softly.

"well i am glad cause i am very Happy to See. Always!" Alessia answered. "Are you bringing Mia on the Team Trip this Weekend or are grandparents on Mia duty?" Your sister wanted to know.

"we thought about bringing her. Since you Guys always say we should bring her to practice more often!" You answered.

"oh i like the Sound of that!" Your twin said softly.

"we know all her aunties love her! So she is gonna enjoy the extra attention!" Leah stated and smiled. You squeezed Leahs Hand gently and placed a soft kiss to her cheek.

"that's right! She gave Katie Baby fever! Caitlin hears nothing else at Home anymore!" You explained with a soft laugh.

"Katie is gonna be a good Mom one day!" Alessia stated and smiled.

"agreed. Same goes for you Less!" Leah answered.

The three of you discussed the Trip some more and which couple might be next with having a child. Mia happily asleep in Alessias Arms.

[kryptonsplendor]

a homage to hope

clark kent x black!fem reader, wc: 3.0k

you're a skeptic, i mean, who cares about superman? ..apparently clark seems to have a problem with that.

co-workers to friends, fluff galore!

Working at the Daily Planet was nothing short of a vigorous task. In a way, it reminded you of living in a reality show–all the glares spreading like wildfire. Especially whenever a reporter had the audacity to write a well-written story. The nerve! Nevertheless, despite the occasional envy seeping into the atmosphere–it was a decent place to work. 

As long as your other co-workers weren’t biting their tongues–they were actually fun to work with–which was most of the time. Topics for articles were usually spread out, but that had changed, obviously, in the past two years.

Since Superman entered the scene. Which–alright, it wasn’t like you disliked, or even hated Superman. Just the way he had the tenacity to disobey laws, punching through governments as if they were simply obstacles, playthings made of cardboard that he could disregard at a moments’ whim. The fact that he had no qualms about breaking treaties–and that stupid, blaring excuse of a costume.

..Right–you probably did dislike Superman.

It wasn’t something to worry about though, nobody really needed a reason to dislike anyone, some people were just–unlikable. 

The sun beamed across your face in skinny rays, basking down on you like a savior–and curse. UV rays felt as though they were settling in your skin, making themselves a permanent home and a beacon for sweat. 

“Excuse me, sorry–comin’ through.” Words rushed as you maneuvered your way through the crowd, cup holder in hand. A sigh of relief escapes your lips, as you successfully ducked into the building of The Daily Planet, the giant globe catching varying shimmers of light. Sidestepping into the elevator, you struggled–almost spilling Lois’ order, cup sloshing in all its glory. Surely, it wouldn’t fall? Jitter’s Coffee had strong cardboard, so–

Your eyes widened, time seeming to slow as the cup managed to fight its way out of the hold. Whipped cream fully intact in its spiral, chocolate syrup landing on your blouse.

Oh god, poor Lois.

Eyes squeezed close, you waited for the inevitable sound of coffee falling to the ground, all your hard-earned check going to waste because you couldn’t function enough to press an elevator button.

It never came. You paused, opening one eye to find a familiar, tall, sheepish smile being thrown your way.

“I think you dropped this.” Clark Kent said, smile twisting so wide, as if it were going to envelop his whole face.

Enter Clark Kent. Stumbling, bumbling, clumsy, and so generous. He was a walking hazard in human form, it was a wonder how one single person managed to carry the clumsiness of a hundred people all at once. Problems aside, he was a sweetheart, always stopping at the drop of a hat to help others (which sounded detrimental to you, it sounded exhausting trying to worry about everyone), a quality that you had side-eyed, until now that is.

He’d just saved Lois’ coffee. 

“Thanks, Clark.” You said. “I thought I was going to have to explain to Lois why she wasn’t going to get her daily amount of sugar intake.”

Clark laughed, the sound light and airy, sending another–which was weird–smile to your face, unprompted. 

“I don’t think she’d be pleased.” Clark handed the coffee back to you, before looking at the buttons, then eyes darting back to you. “Same floor?”

“Mhm.”

The elevator started to life with a rumble, silence blanketed the box. Quiet. Too quiet. You hadn’t exactly had many conversations with Clark–alone that is, one-on one. Alone. In the same room. 

Most interactions were shared with others inside the office, friendly banter, mostly consisting of yourself, Lois, Jimmy, and Clark. His bright blue eyes twinkled with mirth. Muscles straining under his shirt whenever he leaned back to stretch his arms over his chair. It was one of the rare moments where you got to see Clark as well, him. Atleast that’s what it’s appeared like to you. 

For someone who was always hunched over, trying to make sure the world didn’t revolve around his size–he sure looked best when he wasn’t worried about restraint. You couldn’t blame him for being shy, when you were just as introverted yourself.

“I–I like your hair.”

You blinked, not even sure if Clark had said the sentence at first, with how low he murmured it. 

“Sorry?” You stopped fiddling with the cupholder, only to find Clark staring back at you–Jesus–with a pretty pink flush spread across his cheeks.

“You changed your hair.” He repeated slowly, as if it physically pained him to speak. “Last week, you had the braids, with some pieces sticking out. It was long.”

He–he paid attention to that. Your hair. In goddess braids.  Wait, he was looking at you in the first place?

Huh.

He continued. “This time, it’s shorter now. Natural. More curly. Down. I, um, liked both hairstyles–but you looked nice, so I just thought–”

“Thanks, Clark.” Another smile, luckily, your skin was dark enough that blushing wasn’t apparent on it. You could definitely feel the warmth in your cheeks, swallowing roughly. 

How long was this elevator going to take?

“I saw your article about Superman.” You piped up. “The writing was nice.”

He lit up, eyes widening at the praise, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “Oh, jeez. It wasn’t that good.”

“Although, some parts could be left to be desired.”

His brows flattened, and his smile slightly relaxed into a thin line. “What parts?”

“Well, the parts about Superman. I think you painted him as this do-gooder, who does no wrong, but it really isn’t true at all.”

“Wait, so you don’t like Superman?”

“Yeah.”

“...Why?”

“I just don’t like him. I don’t need to have an excuse to dislike someone.”

“I–so, you don’t have any plausible reasons for disliking him.” His voice sounded more croaky, as if he were on the strange verge between amusement and tears.

“Oh no,” You shrugged. “I have plenty of reasons. His costume.”

“His costume!?”

“Yeah, that guy’s fashion sense doesn’t exactly inspire fear in me. I mean, it’s blaring red and blue.”

“I don’t think it is meant to scare people. It’s–meant to inspire hope, y’know, be a good sight for kids to look up and see.”

“Or, maybe it’s all apart of his secret ‘alien’ agenda. Maybe he’s pretending to be a big ol’ boy scout, to let our guard down, then secretly plan world domination.”

“You sound like a conspiracy theorist.” Clark sighed weakly, putting a hand over his face.

“A conspiracy theorist with merit.” You corrected with a grin.

The elevator finally came to an abrupt stop with a quick ding! Doors opening to reveal the chaotic movement of journalists carrying laptops, papers in their mouths, eagerness erect in their every step, like leafs rushing in the face of wind. Your eyes glazed over, before landing on the familiar figures of both Jimmy and Lois, steamrolling towards them.

With Clark in tow, directly behind you, so close you could almost feel the heat radiating from his body. Leaning down to be at your level as the two of you navigated through the hallway, his words calm and steady.

“So, let’s say if Superman–I don’t know–helped you out one day. You’d still dislike him?”

“I don’t know, Clark. Most people don’t typically run around hoping crime happens just so that they can take selfies with a vigilante.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Clark said through a groan that rattled your bones.

You came to an abrupt stop, causing Clark to run into you–it was almost like being hit by a small train, the monument almost sending you toppling over for the second time today. One, single warm hand caught around your waist, sending shivers up your spine. It remained there for a few seconds–as if Clark didn’t want to let go.

You weren’t quite sure if you wanted him to yourself.

The simple care in his touch. The way his fingers danced around the lower portion of your blouse, taking great care not to skim at the edges–because you were co-workers and the two of you were in public. And your shirt rising up, even slightly, would be a great embarrassment to you–and oh god, the syrup was still on the blouse—

Clark cleared his throat, the vibrations traveling down your back. He removed his hand from your waist, as you slowly turned to face him. 

Notably he looked anywhere, but your gaze, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, not even waiting for a response, but instead, gently plucking Lois’ coffee and speed-walking to her desk.

Of course.

You stiffened slightly, walking to Jimmy’s desk, setting the cupholder down, the ginger giving you a small smile, before frowning, nudging your foot with his own.

“What’s up?” Jimmy asked, looking at you, sipping his coffee–then to Clark, then back to you. A look of recognition and a low hum settled in his throat. “Ahh, trouble in paradise?”

Your head shot up quickly from where it had firmly cemented itself in staring at the ground like a lost puppy, disbelief wide in your eyes. 

“What? There’s not–we aren’t–”

“Oh. I just assumed, with the way Clark was staring at you and all.”

“He does not stare at me!”

“I don’t think you’d know either way, most of your time is spent avoiding looking at him. Guess you’ve both got an—ow!”

His sentence was caught off by you grabbing a rolled up newspaper and slapping his arm with all the strength you could muster. Numerous times.

“Ow! Ow! Okay, okay, I didn’t mean what I said—”

“You’re still laughing so I think you did.” 

Both of you went back and forth, too preoccupied with your bickering, that you didn’t notice Lois and Clark’s disappearance.

“Care to explain why you dragged me into a supply closet, Smallville?” Lois deadpanned in that–well, Lois way.

The shortest explanation would be that he panicked. Yes, he felt bad for taking Lois away from her coffee, but she could drink a whole diabetes's worth later, there was a serious problem here.

“She doesn’t like Superman.” Clark whispered in the tiny space.

Lois didn’t say anything, which was cruel–it meant that she actually felt bad for him, or was going to burst out laughing at any—

She snorted.

“Lois.” Clark whined.

Lois erupted into full blown laughter, covering her mouth in a poor attempt to stifle her unwarranted amusement. Clark sighed, grasping her shoulders tightly. 

“This isn’t funny! I’m asking you for genuine advice here, and you’re laughin’ straight in my face.”

“I’m sorry, but–” Lois choked, wiping a stray tear from her eyes as she collected herself. “Jesus, Clark. The most powerful person on the planet, and you’re worried about her not liking the idealized version of you.”

“Idealized?” 

“I’m just saying that it’s good that she’s not falling in love with some sort of hero-worship figure. If it really bothers you that much–”

“It does, I’d bet the farm on it.”

Lois raised her eyebrows higher. “You’d bet the–”

“Please just finish talking.”

“If it bothers you that much, then just.. talk to her as Superman.”

Apparently you weren’t the only one who shared anti-Superman ideologies in Metropolis. Famous podcaster Leslie Willis felt the same–one of the main points in how she gained a massive following, especially on social media.

…And as a result of her crazed fans feeding into the self-absorbed chaos, she’d turned into a supervillian–Livewire–proclaiming that her own disfiguration was somehow Superman’s fault.

The electricity in Metropolis had been gone for a week now, power lines buzzing in and out, sparks lashing out. Grocery stores are practically bare–you were lucky enough to have gone out shopping a day before the disaster. Now here you are, holed up in your apartment, living off the delicacies of canned tuna through medieval candlelight. 

Your hands reached for the can opener, the thick sheen of metal cringing at the pressure as the lid popped off. Nose scrunching, you grabbed your fork, putting the wet tuna in your mouth.

…It could be worse.

“Lu?” You called out for your cat, usually whenever you even opened the can, the smell of tuna would have her dashing over.

Which was how you should’ve known something was wrong in the first place–no hunger craved meows, no sighting of pitch black fur.

Lu was missing. Dread ran over you, dousing your body as you grabbed a taser, your phone, and a purse, heading off into the night. 

The only light in the blanket of darkness was the light from your phone, held tightly in your steady palms as you called out from your jogging.

“Lu? Lu! Are you there?”

No response, only the eerie quietness and the rushing of winds. In normal circumstances, your brain would’ve been dedicated to scolding your body for going out at night–but these were not normal circumstances. Your cat was missing while a crazed metahuman was on the loose–rationality wasn’t exactly on your mind at the moment. (Even if you were in your nightwear, and a bonnet.)

Lu was. 

A bzzzt sound from your taser alerted you to look down. You’d hadn’t turned it on, so why was it–

Bursts of swirling electricity erupted from the taser, sending it cascading out of your hand onto the sidewalk. It spun around in dizzying circles, before a flash went off, decorating your vision with a blinding white light as you want to cover your eyes.

Fighting back spots, in place of the white light were the scattered parts of your very expensive taser, and a woman.

“What the fuck?” The words spilled out of your lips before you could even think.

“Oh shit.” The woman with blue skin yelped, looking at you with pity. “My bad, I was in a tight spot and—”

“Livewire!”

The woman’s bravado vanished instantly, a scowl marrying her features as she turned to the direction of the voice.

“Superman.” She snarled, sticking her hands out–before she was barreled into by a red and blue blur.

You blinked as the two disappeared a good distance away, electricity and the sound of screams, punching echoing in the distance. Not your monkey, not your circus.

The search for Lu wasn’t fruitful at all, and you eventually ended up turning around to walk back to your apartment. Sighing, you put the remains of your poor taser into your purse.

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

A mass of red and blue landed in front of you, adorned with a kind face and black hair. Superman. 

You were underwhelmed.

“What.” 

Superman looked taken back for a moment, face fixing itself, a brief sense of hesitation before he spoke, clearing his throat.

“My apologies, just–you were walking alone, and it isn’t safe at night, especially now.”

“..My cat’s missing.” You admitted, slumping slightly. “I just needed to find her. I’m worried, she isn’t meant to be outdoors for this long.”

His head tilted, as if he was pondering something–eyebrows drawn together in intense concentration. Turning away from you, he sent his gaze on the surrounding area–for about the span of a minute, before speaking to you.

“I think she’s in a tree.” He said calmly.

“You think–what?”

He reached his hand out toward you, a peace offering in a waltz between strangers. It felt oddly familiar, comforting, that you couldn’t help but to edge closer to him. He smiled, his hand interlocking with yours, the two pairs of feet slowly rising off the ground as he guided you, side by side.

“She isn’t far. I could hear her meowing from over here.” Superman said.

“Well, you have superpowers, so I think that doesn’t really count.”

He rolled his eyes. “Of course you don’t.”

So he had a sense of humor, super. The air was cool, cool enough that you could feel whenever a breeze made its way into your pajamas. Not uncomfortable, in fact, you’d even go as far as to say that the interaction was peaceful. A quick glance to your left, Superman was the epitome of put-together, but his jaw was hard–as if he was fighting back from speaking.

“What’s got your head all steamed?”

Superman blinked, turning to gaze at you as if he’d forgotten you were even there. He chewed on his lip, an out of place action for someone who was so self-assured all the time. 

“I hear that you aren’t the biggest fan of me. Not like Miss Willis–that’s a whole different story. I was just wondering, why?”

His gaze was patient, like he wasn’t rushing you to answer, and seemed like he was actually interested in your anti-Superman clause.

It was unnerving on how a single person could be so thoughtful, with all the power in the world.

“You’re too good to be true, I guess. Just, in a world where everything seems like it’s all falling apart–you come flying in and give people hope. Like everything’s going to be alright, and it’s frightening that it can turn out to be false.”

He stopped, the both of you stationary in the air. Red cape billowing in the wind, turning to you, grabbing both of your hands this time, and squeezing them lightly. 

“Hope is important. It’s what lifts people up, helps them get out of bed every morning. It’s an idea, not something that can be lost.” His eyes darted down to the ‘S’ on his chest, then back to you.  

“As long as I’m alive–hopefully for a long time,” He laughed quietly. “This symbol can always stand for that, the spark in the darkness. A reason to keep on fighting, no matter what happens.”

Metropolis suddenly roared to life, the lights in the buildings blinking slowly–car alarms going off. Streetlights gaining their viability. A meow in the distance, Superman turned his head towards the sound.

“I think we’ve found Lu, Miss.”

Clark was leaning over your desk, eyes fixated on the computer like it was his muse.

“How was the power outage for you, Clark? Get anything done?” You asked, checking through for any typos, relieved to find a lack thereof. 

“Oh, I didn’t really do anything. Mostly just, uh, slept.”

“Hm. Veeeeery productive.” You teased.

He smiled, hand on the back of your chair. “What’s this article supposed to be about again?”

You didn’t respond for a moment, busy typing the headline.

A HOMAGE TO HOPE: SUPERMAN V. LIVEWIRE

“You’ll see.”

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[washoping]

Through her eyes

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Emily Prentiss x reader

SUMMARY: The mirror has never been kind to you, but Emily is – and tonight she’s determined to help you see yourself the way she sees you.

TAGS: emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, established relationship, comfort, self-esteem issues, body worship, praise kink, mirror sex

f/f │ 3.8k words │ ao3

A/N: cw this oneshot includes talk about body image issues and mental health in general. i write these to clear my own head but wanted to share in hopes that it might bring comfort to someone else too. if you're feeling low i promise you things will get better. you're not alone and you're beautiful exactly the way you are. hugs <3

english isn’t my first language, typos and mistakes are all mine.

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You stared at your reflection in the mirror.

On bad days like this it was difficult to see anything positive in it, no matter how hard you tried. It was even more difficult to try to explain to people how on days like this even the simple act of seeing your reflection in a mirror or any kinda reflective material could send you into a downward spiral – and quickly.

You were supposed to go to a work party with your girlfriend tonight. You felt excited, mostly because Emily was so excited to bring you with her. She loved having you at her work events, showing you off. You got along well with her colleagues incredibly well too, so technically there was no reason for you to feel insecure or anxious about tonight, but you still did.

You had tried on multiple outfits already and it had frustrated you to the point of tears forming in your eyes now. You tossed the most recent clothes you tried on to the bed behind you and looked at yourself in the mirror again, your gaze wandering, landing on all the flaws you could see. Your stomach not as flat as you wanted it to be, your thighs too thick for the slacks you had wanted to wear. You wished you could just unzip and strip out of your own skin. Being in it felt suffocating.

The last thing you wanted to happen was for Emily to find you like this. The plan was to get this out of your system, alone, and then force a smile on your face and go with Emily. Her presence and hand in your hand would make things more bearable and you’d survive the night just fine.

But no. You heard footsteps that you recognized to be Emily’s from the hallway and before you could put your t-shirt on she stepped into the bedroom, finding you in a state not too far away from panicking.

Your gaze met with hers through the mirror in front of you. She looked at you with a sad smile on her face, understanding the situation right away. She read and profiled people for a living so there was no way she didn’t know what was going on. She watched you trying to pull the t-shirt over your head with your trembling hands as she walked towards you slowly. You were seemingly anxious after getting caught in your self-hate ritual, so putting the shirt on turned out to be a more difficult task than you had expected. You struggled with it.

Emily didn’t say anything. Your heart rate picked up. You knew it was stupid because she was your girlfriend. It made no sense to feel this uneasy in front of her but you couldn’t help your bodily reaction. You and Emily had talked about your body image issues and everything regarding it before but you had done so well hiding the actual bad moments from her. You didn’t want her to see you like this.

“I don’t think I can go”, you blurted out, not being able to look at Emily. You wanted to hide – curl up in your bed, bury yourself underneath the covers and never leave.

“Hey, hey… shhh…” Emily soothed you. Her eyebrows furrowed in worry as she looked at you, clearly in despair. Your heart melted a little, seeing her like that and caring so much. “It’s okay, honey.”

“It’s not. I’m letting you down. I know you wanted to go and I’m ruining it”, you started to explain quickly, your thoughts just pouring out of your mouth before you had too much time to think. “But you have to go. You’ve been so excited about tonight. I’m sorry I’m ruining this. I ruin everything. I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m so sorry, Emily.”

You turned around quickly. Your plan was to escape the room and the uncomfortable situation but right when you were about to walk away Emily grabbed your shoulders and stopped you.

“Hey, can you look into my eyes?” she asked, her voice probably more gentle than you had ever heard it before. It was difficult trying to make sense of what was happening in your mind. You were ashamed and embarrassed after Emily finding you, and on the other hand her sweetness provided you comfort but it was difficult for you to accept it.

You gathered your courage, picked your head up and looked into Emily’s beautiful brown eyes full of compassion and care. Her hands moved from your shoulders to your face, cupping it gently and stroking your flushed cheeks with her thumbs.

“You haven’t ruined anything. Not a single thing, okay? If you feel like you can’t go, then we won’t go. I don’t mind at all. All I want is for you to be okay. I don’t want you to force a smile on your face for the whole evening when in reality all you wanna do is cry. Believe me, all I want is for you to feel better, baby”, Emily explained, not breaking her eye contact with you for a single second.

“I don’t know why you’re being so sweet”, you whispered, your voice cracking. “I don’t deserve you.”

“C’mere”, Emily mumbled and pulled you towards her. She wrapped her arms around you tightly and pulled you to her chest until you couldn’t be any closer to her physically. She was a bit taller than you so you fit perfectly into her arms. You closed your eyes and let Emily hold you, softly stroking your hair and pressing a kiss on your forehead. “You’re okay… everything’s okay, my love”, she assured you when she heard you crying into her shirt. For a moment you believed in Emily’s words, because being in her arms made everything feel easier.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered again. You didn’t even know exactly what you were apologizing for. For the cancelled plans, for acting this way, for putting Emily through this because of your issues… all of it.

“Stop apologizing”, Emily said. You closed your eyes, trying to just focus on this moment. Emily’s arms around you. Safe.

Emily turned the two of you around slowly and moved to your backside. She wrapped her arms around your waist and hugged you from behind, pressing her head onto your shoulder. When you opened your eyes again you noticed that she had turned you so that all you could see in front of you was the two of you in the mirror. Your eyes met Emily’s through the reflection. She could notice you were a bit uncomfortable seeing yourself again. Before you could say anything though, Emily flashed you a reassuring smile.

“Can I show you something?” she asked while hugging you and you nodded shyly.

Emily’s hands travelled to your arms, stroking them.

“I love these arms. I love they way they wrap around me when we’re cuddling in bed”, she explained. She touched your hand, taking it into her own, intertwining your fingers. “I love these hands, they fit so perfectly into mine.”

You just stared at Emily in the mirror, realizing what she was doing. It made you panic a little inside. It was extremely sweet, but to have someone, even Emily, paying that close attention to you when you had just had a bad moment with your body felt like it was a bit too much, maybe.

“Em, you don’t have to-”, you managed to say but Emily kept on going like she didn’t hear you.

“And these fingers”, she chuckled sweetly and looked at you, “they’re magic. So talented in… so many ways.”

She let your hand down, her fingers traveling to your face next. She brought her own face closer to yours and caressed your cheek softly.

“This face… my absolute favorite thing to see first in the morning. You have no idea how beautiful you are. I know my day is going to be good when I wake up and see your face next to me, sleeping so peacefully, looking so gorgeous but so unaware of it. You’re so beautiful”, she explained, whispering the last words into your ear, making goosebumps prickle along your skin. She pressed a soft kiss on your cheek.

You didn’t even know what to say anymore or how to react. You just looked at her in awe, forgetting about the whole incident earlier. There was something about Emily’s words, her gestures, that made it so easy for you to believe everything she said and did.

You felt her touch moving down from your face to your chest, caressing your shoulders, then your sides and ending up on your stomach. You inhaled sharply when her fingers ghosted on your skin there.

“I know how you feel about this part of yourself”, she said and looked deep into your eyes through the mirror. Yes, she was right. No matter how much you had learned to trust Emily and how comfortable you were with her, there was still an apprehension every time her hands were on your stomach. You hated it, but didn’t hate her touch. It was confusing. You closed your eyes for a bit, telling yourself not to cry. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. This, and every other part of you is so beautiful. I wish I could make those mean thoughts you have about yourself disappear somehow.”

Her touch lingering on your stomach was so soft it felt like it was barely there but it still released something inside of you. You felt like you were on the brink of breaking down in tears. Emily noticed it right away, not wasting another moment before consoling you. She turned you around and you buried your face into her chest again. She held you with no intention of letting go before you initiated it.

You had never cried in front of her like this before. You had talked about difficult things, she knew your life story and your struggles, but there was some kind of a block in your mind that wouldn’t let you cry in front of people properly, no matter how much you trusted them. Emily had touched you before, many times, but something about seeing her touch on your body like this, actually paying attention to every tiniest detail, made it all so much more difficult. When your eyes were closed you could just focus on Emily’s touch alone but when you saw it happening in front of you, your body in the mirror, it felt much more real.

“Let it out, honey… I’m here. I’m right here with you”, you heard Emily whispering into your ear reassuringly. You trusted her, you really did. You knew if you were to break down she’d catch you. She’d make sure you come back safely from whatever place you’d need to go to in order to get all the pent up sadness out of your system. You knew she’d hold you through it, she wouldn’t leave you.

But it still felt too heavy.

”Look at me”, Emily said gently and you did. You met her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time this evening, but it was still just as nerve-wracking. Her eyes were filled with kindness and understanding. She brought her face so close to yours that your foreheads were touching.

”You’re so beautiful. So, so beautiful”, she whispered, her lips moving closer to you with every word that came out of her mouth until they finally touched yours. She pressed her warm lips onto yours, channeling all her adoration for you in the slow kiss. You closed your eyes and suddenly nothing else mattered than the way Emily made you feel.

She didn’t ask for anything from you, simply just gave. She gave you warmth, safety and stillness when everything around you felt chaotic. Her hands cradled your face with such care.

When she pulled back slightly, she didn’t go far. Her forehead stayed pressed against yours, her breath mingling with yours.

”Let me love you”, she whispered in a low and velvety voice. ”Exactly as you are. Right now, just like this.”

Your lips parted, about to hesitate, but to your surprise, words wouldn’t come out. The tears stung behind your eyes, desperate to escape after being forced to stay hidden for far too long. So, you just nodded instead.

Emily took your hand and turned you gently back to face the mirror again, positioning herself behind you. Her arms circled your waist, resting there like a grounding weight. Gently, she pulled you against her chest. Your eyes followed her movements through the reflection, reluctant at first, but Emily’s calm presence soothed the shame that was threatening to rise inside you.

Emily noticed it, the way your eyes tried to move away from the reflection in front of you.

”I want you to stay here with me. Keep looking. I know it’s really hard, but I’m right here.”

You did. Hesitantly, but you did. Your gaze flicked to hers in the mirror, seeking for reassurance. You didn’t need to look for it for too long because it was already there. Emily’s eyes softened when they met yours. She was so patient and you adored it.

Her hands began to move. Not rushed, not demanding at all. Her hands explored down the curve of your waist, then across the softness of your stomach again. Her palms laid flat against your warm skin that you had spent years criticizing.

”This body”, she said, almost whispering. ”You see flaws. I see pure beauty. Home.”

You swallowed hard and Emily kissed your shoulder softly.

”This skin?” Her hands caressed over your stomach with soft strokes. ”This is where you curl into me when you’re tired. This is where I hold you when the world’s been unkind to you. Your marks, scars, lines… none of it has ever been too much for me. Not once.”

A shaky breath escaped your mouth. What had you done to deserve someone like Emily? She moved your hair aside quickly and kissed the spot where your neck met your shoulder.

”I love every inch of you. Not just when you feel confident, but especially when you don’t. When you look like this, with your eyes so full of doubt and your body so tense… god, baby. It only makes me want to care for you even more because I don’t want you to feel like this.”

Hearing the sincerity in Emily’s voice made you believe every single word she said. Her fingers dipped lower slowly until they brushed the hem of your underwear. You flinched slightly, not out of fear, but more out of habit. Emily paused what she was doing immediately.

”Do you want me to stop?” she asked, making sure you were comfortable. Her comfort was her first priority.

”No”, you whispered, looking at her. ”Just… go slow. Okay?”

Her lips curved into a tender smile against your skin.

”Always.”

She resumed with the same patience as before, hands tracing your hips before slowly tugging the fabric down, giving you every opportunity to stop her. You didn’t. You realized in that moment how badly you needed this. There was something about the way she made you feel, not just safe but deeply seen, that kept you wanting more.

When all of your clothing items were piled up on the floor, you instinctively tried to cover yourself with your arms. You folded them across your chest and stomach, but before they were fully covering anything, Emily caught your wrists. She lifted them only enough to slide her arms around you again, embracing you protectively. Even when feeling like you wanted to cover yourself, you didn’t have to do the work – Emily would do anything for you.

”Please, try not to hide from me right now”, she murmured against your ear. ”Not from yourself either. You’re not something to be hidden.”

You faced yourself again in the mirror. It was hard, even brutally so, but you saw what Emily saw reflected back in her eyes. No judgement, no disappointment. Just pure awe and love.

Emily began to kiss along your shoulder, down your neck, trailing slow touches with both her lips and fingers. Her hands roamed across your body like she was rediscovering every part of you to adore even more than before. Your waist, your hips, your thighs – all of it. All the spots that you had always felt insecure about. There was no part of your skin that she didn’t pay attention to.

”I love your thighs”, she admitted softly, kneading them with her hands. She dug her fingers into the soft skin, making you breathe out heavily. ”Strong, but still so soft. And the way they wrap around me? It drives me insane.”

You let out a choked giggle through your tears and Emily smiled at the sound. It clearly made her happy to see you smiling, too.

”There she is”, she cooed, planting another sweet kiss just below your jaw.

You leaned back into her embrace as her hands started wandering again. One of them slid up to cradle your breast with such gentleness it made your breath catch in your chest. Emily didn’t rush one bit. She just held her hand there, teasing you. Her thumb brushed softly over your nipple, making it hard under her caress. Her lips pressed another kiss on your skin, to your temple this time.

”I want you to feel loved”, she murmured. ”Worshipped. Because that’s what you deserve. Because baby, every time I look at you… I don’t know how to explain it. You’re so gorgeous.”

You tilted your head, instinctively exposing your neck to her. She kissed up the length of it and a small whimper left your lips. Her hands continued their journey exploring your body. Every touch of hers on your skin said I see you. You matter. You’re beautiful. I love you.

One of her hands moved lower, sliding between your thighs now. You were holding them together nervously, but Emily’s hand ushered you to part them for her. You did and Emily paused just long enough to ask ”you okay?” quickly.

”Yes”, you breathed.

She touched you in slow circles and careful pressure, all while watching your reflection in the mirror. She had all the time in the world. Your eyes were closed at first, not brave enough to meet Emily’s although you could feel them on you. She teased you, slowly getting closer to your clit that was aching for attention at this point. Emily’s sweet words of praise to you had made you so wet. You needed her, badly.

When you opened your eyes, you met Emily’s eyes in the mirror again. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils blown. Seeing her so deeply affected by this too made you love her even more.

”That’s it. Such a good girl”, she whispered when you started to slowly move your hips to gain some friction against her fingers. ”Let yourself feel good. You don’t need to hide or escape this moment. You’re allowed to feel good.”

You moaned, unable to keep your eyes open because the teasing was too much, so you closed them. Losing your sight felt like it made all the other senses even stronger. Emily kissed your cheek and it sent shivers down your spine. One of her arms was keeping you upright in her embrace, while the other’s hand between your legs moved with more certainty now. Her fingers were coated with your arousal, you just knew it.

”God, look at you. You’re so perfect like this”, she spoke breathily, admiring the sight of you unraveling in her arms from the mirror. You struggled to stay up on your feet, but Emily wouldn’t let you fall. ”Soft and open and letting me in so willingly.”

With the last words, she plunged two fingers inside your heat. You whimpered, your hands gripping her arm tightly for support. She adjusted slightly behind you to get her fingers to reach even deeper inside you. You gasped, not from the sensation of her inside you alone, but from the sheer intimacy of all this. Emily was holding you while loving you, while guiding you back into appreciating your body.

Your eyes fluttered open, wanting to see Emily. You saw it again in the mirror – the woman who loved you the most, touching you like you were her most precious belonging. The sight made you even more aroused.

”Don’t look away now”, Emily said gently when she noticed your eyes looking at the reflection of you two again. Her breath was hot against your ear. ”Look at yourself. Look how beautiful you are like this, falling apart in my arms. Such a gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”

You did what she asked. You watched. And for once, you didn’t see only your stomach or your thighs or any other imperfections or insecurities your mind loved to scream to you about. You saw your flushed skin, your parted lips, the way your body took Emily’s fingers so beautifully. You saw how tight but carefully Emily held you, ready to catch you from falling any moment. But most importantly, you saw how her eyes never once left yours.

And you believed her words, too.

Your climax hit you like a wave. It was soft and slow. It wasn’t sharp and it didn’t have you screaming on top of your lungs, but it was almost overwhelming in its intimacy. You gasped, trembling in Emily’s arms as she held you through all of it, murmuring constant praise and comforting words into your soft skin.

Her fingers eased out of you only after your breathing had began to settle. She kissed your cheek again, arms tightening protectively around you, not letting you fall even though your legs were exhausted and you needed to lie down.

”You did so good”, Emily whispered sweetly, caressing the skin of your stomach. You didn’t flinch. She turned your head towards her by grabbing your chin with her fingers and kissed you softly. She murmured against your lips. ”You’re so good, sweetheart.”

Tears slipped from your eyes, out of pure relief, gratitude and love. You turned fully in Emily’s arms and buried your face in her neck. She held you tight.

”Thank you”, you whispered against her chest. ”I didn’t know how much I needed that.”

Emily’s hands stroked your back and she placed a soft kiss on your forehead. She started walking you towards the bed.

”You don’t have to earn softness or love. I love every part of you. Especially the ones that need reminding of how worthy and loved they are.”

You clung to her, naked in every sense of the word, and Emily simply just held you while you two cuddled. No expectations, no demands. In Emily’s arms, you felt as if you could see yourself through her eyes someday, too.

[tyunningism]

hear me out…i love the way you write perv!txt but i never see anyone write it for taehyun :((( so i plead you to give a couple thoughts on like perv!bsf!taehyun

MDNI nsfw ahead!!

moablr needs to get on the taehyun train because I unironically reach for the sex toy cupboard whenever I see him on my screen holyyy. And perv tyun actually makes me drool because I can just imagine how he’d try to play it off like especially if you’re a bit on the slower side and he’s just so articulate about everything !!

Like just imagine you’re hanging out in your room just ranting about your week to an all too observant taehyun when you suddenly overshare that your nips are starting to feel sore, completely forgetting that your friend right here doesn’t have a clue what it feels like and can’t contribute any advice for your dilemma.

Taehyun’s so eager though :(( his eyes are sparkling when you mention them because he’s so interested, why do they hurt? are they swollen? puffy? He’s so keen to stick to this topic about your chest he’s just bombarding you with questions you yourself can’t even answer!! And Taehyun’s always been intrigued by anything and everything- like the time he found your vibrator underneath your bed and was asking all sorts of questions about acupunctures and massages, when he knows more than well what it really is <3

Don’t forget Taehyun’s not stupid though. He just thrives watching the way you blush as he pretends to be utterly clueless about your sex life whenever he brings it up out of the random in curiosity. You can’t pick up on the fact he’s deliberately edging for that response and reflex you always do; thighs subconsciously squeezing together as you think of the most innocent response for your innocent friend ><, your bottom lip tucked under your top in thought, leaning back on your hand to ponder about it without even realising you’re pushing the bust of your chest forwards.

So of course you don’t speculate that Taehyun’s got anything sinister going on in his head, after all, he’s only just curious about these things. So when he asks you to lift your shirt so he can ‘address’ the problem you eventually give in, although blushing furiously and automatically covering your chest with crossed hands first; because Taehyun’s just so smart and always at the top of his class so he must know why right??

Of course he knows it’s just that you’re going through the cycle soon yet he plays along. He observes so carefully when you pinch the hem of your shirt right in the middle and lift it up just slightly above your bra- starting to feel the embarrassment creep in on letting a man see your chest when it’s not during sex.

The furrow of your brows and the way you look up at him with pink glazed cheeks engraves itself in to his head so he can remember it for later, a hand reaching to slip off your bra down to your stomach just slightly to unleash it’s grip on your chest. And fuck- for a second Taehyun thinks he’s entered Heaven and he has to hold himself back from saying something like ‘fuck that’s hot’ because remember!- he’s supposed to be cluelessly trying to figure out why your nipples are hurting not drooling like some lowlife !!

Brings two fingers to pinch and tug at your nipples making small ‘hm?’ sounds as if he really was investigating, a shaky hand groping around the flesh and spitting a couple of slobbery scientific health words that he knew you wouldn’t understand- and neither would a qualified doctor. He has to pause to take a breath because shit- you’re just carelessly giving in to him and letting him play with your tits without even realising? He’s going to lose his fucking lewd-struck mind from how adorable you are !! ><

Best believe he’s so relieved he chose to wear baggier jeans today because he’s certain anything tighter and the world would’ve seen the biggest hard on he’s ever had in his lifetime and he’d hate to see you- who’s biting on your hand trying to suppress the sweetest moans and curling your toes as his nimble fingers twist and tug at your tits like they’re stress balls- realise that he’s been purposely rendering himself as nothing but confused and curious about his female companion’s body and functions.

Goddd, and taehyun’s so kind to you as well! Offers to help you massage them because he thinks they’re sore because you’ve been “restricting blood flow’ and ‘not taking care of them properly’ which you’re in luck for because somehow he does?! Thinks a little outside of the box because he pretends to have a lightbulb moment and asks you about the ‘massage’ toy he found under neath your bed last time because according to him it’ll just be much faster and effective <33

Little does he know (he very much does), that you’ll be squirming and clutching on to his arm as he turns on your vibrator on the lowest setting to buzz against your already sore nipples, the rhythmic vibrations making you see stars even on low power as you tell Taehyun to be gentle!! 😣😣

Your voice is ten times more high-pitched than usual as you whimper whenever his own hands massaged and rubbed between the dip of your boobs, hands large enough to grab at the fat of your tit and knead them as he tells you that they’ll feel much better later (the exact opposite happens) but you take his word for it and just nod because then again- Taehyun’s the smartest guy you know and he must know what he’s doing right?!!

Oh for sure does Taehyun know what he’s doing being all sneaky, his boxers are damp from how much he’s leaking just from watching you squirm and squeak over some nipple-stimulation. Poor you can’t read his expression either, so focused and lost in thought that he doesn’t realise he’s overstimulating your chest after pressing down with the vibrator for too long!! Because as you’re moaning and whining he’s thinking about how he somehow get to taste you on his tongue the next time he comes over for one of his experiments <33

[zlut4rina]

HELLO, could you write something quick about giselle!vampire and fem!reader? i don't really know much about it, just that 😓 i thought about it while listening to bite me by enha, but anyway, I'D APPRECIATE IT.

Pairings: Vampire!Giselle x Human!Femreader

Warnings: Bitting, Oral, Fingering, Teasing, Edging, Semi-Public sex, Non-Con, Sex w a stranger, She freaky 👅

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You knew you should have stayed home. Stayed in bed. But you loved the beach, yet so did someone else. You stood by the water, shoes off, and your pants rolled above your knees, and the water hit your toes. That's when you heard a sound. It wasn't from the ocean or the wind blowing the chimes hung by the houses. It was human? Human foot steps?

Yet you turned and saw nothing. Being the paranoid idiot you are, you decided to check it out. Staying silent and still til you heard something again in the woods. You followed the sound like an idiot. Soon, you were deep into the forest. You couldn't see or even hear the ocean. Scaryijg yourself, you decide to go back. But you weren't leaving so soon, not til she got what she wanted.

Strong arms suddenly wrapped around you from behind. Covering your mouth and trapping your arms to your sides. She dragged you to a tree where she quickly stripped you naked and cleaned your clothes.

Her mouth went straight to your neck, kissing and sucking till she bit through the flesh. Your scream changed quickly into a moan as she tongue eased the wound. Her fingers went down between your legs, toying with your clit till your slick coated her long finger nails. Her hands were cold, causing shivers and goose bumps down your body.

She repeated her previous action on your necks to your collarbone and chest. Sucking and biting at your flesh till you were covered in red, bruised wounds. Your body sensitive to her touch. Trembling as her cold fingers explored your soaked cunt. Whining into the dark and she played between your folds.

She tied your hands behind your back with some kind of magic she had. Then she slowly went down on you. Your small pleas and desperate shaky cries for her to get you go. She could only smile. Her tongue started teasing your clit. As her hands roamed your body, pinching your nipples and caressing your thighs.

Diving into your heat she buried her face between your legs as she feasted on your pussy. Sucking and slurping any and everything she could, like she's never had a sensation like this before. She was daring, nibbling at your clit and inner thighs. Causing you to whine and even try to close your legs :[. Obviously, she wasn't a fan of your constant disobeying, so she showed three of her long pointy fingers into your soaked tight cunt.

Your voice caught in your throat. Her fingers stretching you out and plunging into you at a rapid pace. Your body moving on its own. Grinding into her touch and tongue. She made you cum so much there was a small puddle beneath you. Just when you thought she was done with you she got naked as well.

Laying you on your back in the grass as she positioned her own arousal over your puffy pussy. Lowering herself in you, you both moaned at the sticky warm sensation. Your clits creating an intense friction as she moved on top of you. Disgusting wet sounds fill the forest. Desperate cries of release and pleas were drowned out by sex.

She also kinda stupid once her pussy's on yours 😣. She's whinging and begging you to cum inside her as she rubs and occasionally slaps her pussy on you. Pinching and sucking your nipples, leaving more bite marks all over your skin.

Squirting all over you, your juices mixed together. She soon lifted off you and onto your face. Telling you so suck her pussy clean. And do a good job, or else you'll be here all night.

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[tsukisangel]

stranded

characters ꕤ iwaizumi hajime, f!reader, tooru oikawa, mentioned mattsun, mentioned makki

cw/tags ꕤ suggestive 17+ to read, car makeout, hickeys, stranded on the side of the road, iwa muscles, angry iwa

wc ꕤ 2885

note ⋆ this is my fic for @delirious-donna, written for the summer fic exchange!!! i had sm fun i loved your prompts i wanted to write all of them... but then i eventually wrote this one and i really love it im so obsessed with him he's so fine thank you for putting these thoughts of him into my brain <3 i hope you enjoy and i hope all the questions i asked didn't bother you SKEUHG also if you wanna see the other draft (unfinished) i wrote which was for kuroo my discord dms are open

oikawa was finally visiting japan for the summer after his long time spent in argentina. however, you and iwaizumi were in miyagi, and oikawa was all the way in tokyo. it was a whole five hour drive. you and iwaizumi had originally planned the trip to be you two, matsukawa, and hanamaki, but matsukawa started to get caught up in his work, and hanamaki had just gotten another new job, so he needed to make a good first impression. 

you were disappointed of course. your old friend group reconnected? who didn’t want that? but, maybe you were also sorta okay with it. actually, matsukawa and hanamaki teased you a little bit, and told you they were really doing it for you.

you had the tiniest crush on iwaizumi.

super small!

you definitely hadn’t been in love with him since you graduated high school or anything. that wouldn’t make sense! you definitely weren’t excited to have some time alone with him after who knew how many years? oikawa was always around or on the phone, and then when he wasn’t, either matsukawa or hanamaki were. you hardly got a minute alone with iwaizumi. you treasured the ones you did. they always felt… different. you never really understood why. you just chalked it up to being excited about being alone with him.

so, you were more giddy than normal when you got in his car. five or more whole hours alone with the man you were in love with. what more could a girl wish for? he grinned wide at you, dressed in his usual workout clothes. he could definitely clean up well, but he was always wearing workout clothes. what could you expect from an athletic trainer? working out was his job! plus, you weren’t seeing anyone important, so you were happy to see iwaizumi in a t-shirt that was a bit tighter on him since the last time he’d worn it due to constantly growing muscle, and sweat shorts that were the perfect length to show off his built thighs. 

“you look happy.” he said, raising his brows. “especially so early in the morning.” he teased.

you rolled your eyes, but kept your giddy grin on. “i’m just excited about our road trip! you aren’t? five hours with me doesn’t sound appealing to you?” you teased.

he shook his head. “not at all.” you scoffed, and he laughed. “you put your bags in the trunk?” he asked.

“oh, i just put them in the backseat.” you shrugged. “nobody’s gonna be back there.”

“you-” he shot you a playful glare, getting out of his seat. “if it was too heavy for you, just tell me.” you watched him move and grab your bags, biceps flexing so beautifully you almost thought he was doing it on purpose.

you quickly got out of your seat, going over and opening the trunk for him. “seems like you need my help.” you teased. no, this was not an excuse to look at his muscles again.

he rolled his eyes. “i was just fine.” he said, setting your bags down gently. “let’s go. can’t be late!” 

the both of you sat back down in your seats, and you rushed to grab the aux cord from him, smiling innocently when you saw him shake his head. 

“seriously? we’re not in high school.” he said, finally starting to drive.

“and my music taste is still better than yours.” you laughed softly.

“you like kpop!” he exclaimed. 

“yeah! i do!” you exclaimed back. “you like edm!”

“have you been to a rave?!” he exclaimed. “that shit changed my life!”

you laughed. “you mean you got super high at one you went to with tooru five years ago? and he had to practically drag you back to the airbnb?” you raised a brow.

he blushed a bit. “that has nothing to do with the insane, life-changing experience i had there.” he grumbled. “keep bullying me and you’ll get kicked out of this car.”

“aww, you miss tooru so much you’re starting to act like him.” you teased, giving him a fake pout and scrunching your nose.

“y/n.” he spoke with a deep, warning tone, glare on his face directed at you. it was the same voice he used when oikawa was really pushing his buttons, just like you were. it sort of worked, in the way that oikawa just laughed at it and moved on from teasing iwaizumi.

unfortunately for you, it had a different effect. he sounded so hot saying your name like that your brain short-circuited a bit upon hearing it. you had to completely distract yourself so you wouldn’t go crazy over it. you rolled your eyes at him and smacked his arm lightly. “what's so bad about kpop?” you huffed, still scrolling through your playlists.

he chuckled. “you know the only reason you listen to it is for the hot guys.” he teased.

“you asshole!” you exclaimed, smacking his arm harder. he laughed. you finally just decided on rock music, an equal ground. but later on, just to spite him, you were for sure going to put on some kpop.

( •̀ω •́ )

it’d been about two and a half hours since the trip started. one hour in, you stopped to grab snacks and some water, as that was something crucial the both of you forgot. 

and, while you didn't realize just how crucial it would be, you were now very glad you decided to make iwaizumi stop.

he had pulled the car over when the carplay screen started acting up, pausing and playing your music when you weren’t touching it or your phone. normally you would’ve thought it was just the bluetooth connection failing, but you were on aux. then, the windows wouldn’t roll up and down properly. a few lights on the dashboard had turned on, so he quickly pulled over. he turned off the car, trying to turn it back on. it made a horrible sound that nobody ever wanted to hear their car make. you could already see just how upset he was getting. he got out of the car without saying anything, popping the hood open and checking on the engine. you were standing behind him, watching as he worked. he was getting more and more frustrated by the minute, and he kept just checking the same spot over and over again.  

obviously, something was wrong, he didn’t say what yet, but it was not good.

but there were positives! there were! 

you had plenty of food and water, so if you needed to call for help, you at least wouldn't starve waiting for it.

iwaizumi knew a little about cars, so there was a possibility that you didn't have to call for help. he didn't seem very happy from where you were standing, but maybe he just didn’t want to deal with working on his car in this heat?

finally, he had his short sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, and his tanned, now sweaty, skin was glistening in the sun. you could see his muscles flexing as he worked, and it was just a sight for sore eyes. his brows were furrowed together, and he had this angry pout on his face. you were lucky it was hot, or you wouldn't have anything to blame the flush of your cheeks on.

“shit!” he exclaimed, stepping away from the hood with a very frustrated look on his face.

you quickly reached into the back seat and grabbed a water bottle for him, holding it out. “what happened? is it bad?” you asked, brows stitched in worry.

he walked over to you, taking in a deep breath. then he took the water bottle, chugging half of it. finally, he looked right at you, still angry. “we’re stranded.” he grumbled. “we’ll have to call for help, the alternator is fucked up, and i mean- fuck, there’s probably some other shit wrong with the car.” he shrugged, sighing. he got back in the car after slamming the hood, and you followed. he got on his phone. “at least we have service.” he grumbled, and you saw him hold it up to his ear, as he called a mechanic to get the job done. he explained the situation, then blinked. his stare went blank, and he had on a fake grin. “no, that's alright! no worries, man, thanks. see you then.” he hung up, the grin dropping. before he got too angry, he looked over at you. “call oikawa. tell him we’ll be late. by four hours.” he spoke through gritted teeth, and then let his head fall against the steering wheel.

you widened your eyes. four hours was a very long time without any cold air. no wonder he was so mad. you pulled your phone out, calling oikawa. 

“hey!” oikawa exclaimed. “you guys almost here?” he sounded so excited. you felt bad about breaking the news to him, but you knew if iwaizumi did it… you looked over at the man in question, his head still against the steering wheel. it wouldn’t be pretty.

“well, uh,” you looked back to the road ahead of you, watching cars pass by, some passengers looking over, but most not saying anything, “we’re stranded.” you sighed. “the car broke down, we had to pull over.  hajime called for help already, and we have food and water. we’re fine, but we’ll be four or so hours late.” you spoke quietly, trying to assure oikawa you’d be okay and then breaking the bad news to him.

“you're okay?” oikawa asked.

“we’re fine.” you smiled. “we have food, it’s just really hot.”

“okay.” oikawa sighed, sounding like he was pouting. “i’ll see you later i guess.”

you laughed softly. “we’ll still be there today!”

“if we’re lucky.” iwaizumi grumbled.

you looked over at him. “pessimist.” you flicked his arm. “we’ll talk soon, tooru! i don't want my phone to die.”

oikawa groaned on the other end of the phone. “whatever.” he whined. “be safe.”

“oh, don't you worry about our safety, we have big strong hajime with us.” you teased, nudging iwaizumi. he grunted. 

oikawa groaned. “you’re so whipped.” he spoke quietly, probably so iwaizumi couldn't hear. 

you blushed a bit. “bye, tooru!” you exclaimed with a huff, hanging up as you heard him laughing. you looked over at iwaizumi. “come on, grumpy!” you drummed his back. he didn’t respond. 

you sighed. “at least be a little positive! someone's coming to fix it!” 

he sat up. “the car’s fucked! there’s nothing positive right now!” he exclaimed.

“the positive is that it’s going to-”

“the person coming to fix it will be here in four hours! and who knows how long it'll take for them to fix it! we’re stranded, y/n! we’re stranded, it’s hot, and i’m sweating so much i look like i just took a fucking swim! we have two and a half water bottles that will get hot before we finish even one, and the only food we have is junk! what the fuck is positive about that?!”

you furrowed your brows, anger rising. “i’m just trying to help!”

“i don't need help!” he exclaimed.

“why are you always so stubborn?!” you exclaimed.

“why do you care so much?!” 

“because i love-” you cut yourself off immediately. his brows were still furrowed, but now he looked confused. you turned red. “i-” you breathed out. “um, not-”

you kept stuttering and stammering, still trying to process that you really did just say that, at the same time as he was processing what that could have possibly meant.

apparently he finished before you because all of a sudden, in the midst of the silence, he reached over the center console, large, calloused hands grabbed your cheeks, and gentle lips crashed against yours. you froze, so he pulled away, moving his hands. “sorry, i thou-”

you shut him up by kissing him again, arms wrapping around his neck. he kissed back, no questions asked. he groaned into your lips. you moved a hand up to his cheek, and he leaned into your touch. 

you held the kiss as long as you could, but you were both officially out of breath and pulled away. you grinned at him. “that’s all the reassurance i needed.” you laughed.

he chuckled, then frowned, sighing and leaning against your shoulder. those strong arms of his that you loved so much moved down to wrap around your waist. you slid a bit closer to him so he could be comfortable in this semi-awkward position. “fuck.” he grumbled. “i’m sorry, y/n.” he shook his head. you hummed. “i’m sorry for yelling at you. i was an ass. you were trying to make me feel better.” he looked up at you, eyes soft and searching yours. 

you nodded, and then smiled. “grump.” you teased.

he rolled his eyes a bit. “come on. i’m trying to be serious! do you accept my apology or not?” he asked.

“not with that attitude!” you scoffed.

“oh yeah?” he smirked, pressing a kiss to your lips. “how about now?” you smiled a bit, shaking your head. he kissed you again, and you held him there as long as possible. he pulled away when you were out of breath again, grinning dangerously. “now?” he asked.

“i guess.” you shrugged, looking away from him.

“oh, come on, what happened to ms. positivity?” he asked.

you pushed his face away. “don't call me that!” you laughed. 

“accept my apology then!” 

“nope!” you said mischievously. “you're gonna need more than a couple kisses to earn my forgiveness.” 

“oh really?” he asked, kissing you again, but ending it quickly and dragging kisses down to your neck. “how about something down here?” you shuddered at the brush of his lips against your neck. “a little mark to prove just how sorry i am?”

you took a breath in as he pressed small kisses. “y-you know tooru will see, right?” you asked nervously, the kisses starting to slowly melt your brain.

iwaizumi lifted his head, getting closer to you by moving to sit a bit over the center console. he was lucky it was flat. he lifted you up, taking your spot and somehow comfortably sitting you on top of his lap. “what? you nervous all of a sudden?” he teased, slowly dragging his hand from your waist to your thigh. “let him see. let him ask. you can tell him what happened, can't you?” he smirked. the soft way he spoke was driving you insane. 

“why me?” you shook your head quickly, voice getting quieter and quieter each time you spoke. you wanted him, obviously, you just weren’t expecting all this.

he chuckled. “you’re the one who wants it.” he teased.

“you want to give it to me.” he shook his head with a smirk, leaning down and biting a random spot on your neck. you gasped. “hajime!” you whimpered.

he laughed against you, starting to suck and bite gently in one spot. “you've been so obvious. i see you every time you stare at me. i feel your eyes on me.” his voice was still soft, but now it was almost condescending. you squirmed, a small whine escaping your mouth. “i just thought you found my muscles hot or something, so i kept showing off for you.” you remembered every time he took his shirt off or flexed his muscles around you, getting red at the thought of him doing it for you, doing it so he could feel you watching him. he smirked against your neck. “now that i know you were in love with me this whole time, i can remember every time you’ve done the same.” he bit down again, and your back arched a bit as you gasped. his arms held you close. “every time you’ve bent down to pick something up in a little skirt,” another bite, “every outfit you wore that hugged your body just right,” another bite, “and every time,” he moved his kisses up, biting down on your ear, “that you’ve looked at me with those beautiful eyes of yours, and asked me for help moving something i knew you didn't need help moving.” his final words were spoken in a low whisper.

you sucked in a breath as he moved back up, examining his work. “you’re an ass.” you whispered, covering your face.

“i’m your ass if that hickey’s got anything to say about it.” you uncovered just your eyes, to see the stupid expression you knew was on his face. 

just as you thought, it was a dumb, cocky, grin, that made your heart pound in your chest more than it already was.  “guess you’re in a better mood then.” you moved your arms around his neck again, pulling him in a hug and making sure his face was buried in your chest so he wouldn’t see how red your face was.

clearly, he didn’t mind. “much better.” he said. “thank you, baby.” he said softly, using your assets as pillows. 

“you’re welcome.” you whispered. after just a moment of comfortable silence, his stomach growled. you laughed. “you hungry?” you teased.

“fuck off!” he exclaimed, hiding his head deeper in your chest. you laughed even harder, and little did you know it just made him fall in love with you more.

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within arm’s reach | kusanagi haku

In any other scenario, asking Haku to accompany you to your cousin’s wedding as your fake boyfriend would be a brilliant idea. He is perfect on paper and flawless on your arm, able to smile through anything and everything, an expert at not letting the inscrutable something that stays with him always seep through the cracks of whatever mask he has decided to employ. In any other scenario, it would be a faultless plan.  It’s too bad that in this one, you are very much in love with him. Complications ensue. 

relationship – kusanagi haku/f!reader

contains – fake dating, regular au?, shitty relatives (amen), pining, requited unrequited love, friends to lovers (well. partway there), trust issues, use of ‘princess’, angst without a happy ending (there is one in my mind for later but not in this one. sorry)

notes – the writing is Rough because this started out as a drabble and then… yeah. i kid you not i wrote this in a dream. do you know the story behind tartini’s the devil’s trill sonata? this is my version of that. i will never be free. i hope you enjoy

notes – 2.8k (free me)

“Honestly, when I imagined you asking me to be your boyfriend, I didn’t expect it to play out like this.” 

You inhale deeply and murmur a quick prayer for patience in the back of your mind. Haku smiles across from you, languid and unruffled and soft in the haze of your living room lights.

To be fair, you don’t know what else you were expecting. When you first received the wedding invitation in the mail, accompanied by a very passive-aggressive note from your aunt about how your life was going, you seriously contemplated seeking out the nearest paper shredder and moving on. You should’ve wanted nothing to do with them. You’ve known for a long time that any place they call you to has nothing for you but emptiness and sharp-edged memories that awaken the grasping, buried child sitting heavy in your chest. 

But then your eye had caught on the shiny ‘plus-ones allowed!’ printed across the glossy sheet, and the shadow of an idea had wormed its way into your head. Your relatives had been pestering you nonstop about settling down, after all. Would it have been so bad to finally relent? You had just the perfect candidate, after all – someone known for his easy smiles and airy words, who could undoubtedly navigate the cesspool of one of your family gatherings like it was second nature. 

That was how you ended up here: with one of your closest friends seated expectantly on your couch, a request hovering still in the air.

"Fake boyfriend, Haku. It’s a very important distinction.” You clasp your hands together. In all the years you’ve known him, Haku has always been good at pretending. It is an immutable fact, and right now, it is something you need. "Please? I’ll owe you."

"Come on, princess. Who do you think I am?" His eyes are glittering with amusement, and your heart is turning in your chest. He leans forward. "Don’t worry, I’ll tag along. But you better finally go on that date with me afterwards, alright?"

You sigh. "You’ll be able to drop the act once the wedding’s finished, you know."

You don’t give him a chance to reply (probably with another flirtation that’ll strike another tiny crack into the porcelain of your heart, or some age-old variant of it’s not an act, princess that makes you want to scream) before you’re rattling off conditions and venue details and all the necessary information about your extended family.

"You really thought this through, huh?" You glare at him halfheartedly. He huffs in surrender. "Okay, okay. I’ve got it. Take it easy."

You resist the urge to glower harder, and shove down the ache in your throat. “That’s what I thought.”

A month later, you show up to the venue with a racing heart and Haku on your arm, tall and beautiful and shrouded in something holy under the fairy lights. It's a Western-style ceremony; he's never been to one before, but he's easy as ever, just the right amount of charming, meeting every incessant question with a devastating smile. It's a funny story, really – we met a couple years ago, on the train. I knew she was something special the minute I saw her. Hm. You really think so? I was surprised no one had snatched her up yet, to be honest. If anything, I'm the lucky one.

He squeezes your hand throughout the evening, every time your smile goes taut when someone sighs about how they thought you'd be alone forever and can't believe such a handsome, charming boy would go for someone like you. You were always so reclusive, always so hesitant to let them all in, but they're glad you found someone, they really are! It's just so, so hard to believe – you can't really blame them, though, can you?

Oh! I think that's our cue. The snack bar's calling, I'm afraid. Haku flashes another disarming smile and his gaggle of admirers protest in unison before eventually stepping down. You're a little bit out of it, not quite yourself, not quite there (you have long learned that you cannot afford to be) but a familiar warmth around your shoulder and a song in your ear recalls you back to earth. "Let's go, princess."

You blink. The world swims in your peripherals, and then he is leading you through the crowd, deft and unwavering, past the snack bar and the dance floor and into a quiet, secluded area wreathed in shadow where the clamour is killed, just a little, and it's a fraction easier to breathe.

"You okay?"

Haku's eyes are soft, citrine flashing in the low light. You inhale and imagine letting the cut of them sear through the knots in your chest until rope tumbles to the floor.

"Yeah,” you mutter. Your hands twitch at your sides. You cannot fall apart - not here, not now. not ever. Not in front of him. "Sorry for dragging you out here. My family's..." you suck in a breath, something like a mirthless smile rising up behind your hand, "... not great company, I know."

Haku's still looking at you, a gentle, mending kind of gaze that makes you want to hide. "I had a feeling when you were telling me about them before, but I didn't think it'd be this bad."

You hum. "Yeah, well. Surprise."

You know he understands. Haku doesn't talk about his family much, but when he does he is cavalier about their love (or lack thereof), detached in a way you have tried to be your whole life. You cannot help but want; that is how you've always been. An immutable fact.

(Maybe that's why you asked him here in the first place, you think, idly. To taste what it is like, being held by someone who cares for you. To prove something to people who don't. To punish yourself for doing both.)

"We should head back,” you murmur, forcing yourself to meet his eyes and ignoring the version of yourself that rests in the black of them. "They're probably missing you out there."

He looks on the verge of protest, but there's a silent, screaming plea in the way you look at him, and a glint that says you are ready because you have to be. You smile, pained but real (as real as it can be, at least), and slip your trembling hand into his.

"Okay." He acquiesces. He knows there is no use fighting you right now. "If you're sure."

You are relieved when the mask slips back on. Despite what your heart says, it's easier to be with Haku when he is wearing one, and doubly so when you are, too. Confusion, grief, love, pain, understanding. None of it matters when you are shielded so.

The celebration is still in full swing when you emerge. As predicted, it takes less than ten seconds for another group of your relatives to swarm you two again. You fall into step beside him, laughing off every question and every remark in tandem, and when your shoes are beginning to hurt and the final small crowd disperses you both collapse onto a nearby sofa.

"I think you'll owe me a lot more than a date after this." Your name leaves his mouth on a soft sigh.

"Alright, alright." You let your head loll back to where his arm is wrapped around your shoulder. Familiar. You wonder how many people have seen him like this. "I'll take you to Happo-en when we've both recovered from tonight."

He raises a brow. "That's a pretty popular wedding spot, you know. You trying to tell me something?"

"Not one second of peace with you," you grumble, although your heart flips. "I don't think it's all that crowded, usually, and there's a nice koi pond."

A grin tugs at his lips. "You know me so well."

You laugh wryly, and turn your head as if you can ignore the gossamer thread of sincerity winding through his voice, the one that hurts you more than anything. Haku is good with easy flirtations and light remarks he can laugh off as second nature, but every now and then something more creeps through – quiet and shimmering, delicate the way light is when it dances across the water at dawn, so sacred and fragile that the prospect of holding it sends terror coursing through your veins. 

He knows this. No part of you escapes him, even the ones that want to more than anything, and yet—

“Can I kiss you?”

You don’t register it, at first. The words sink their teeth into you slowly, the same way water pulls away from the shore before a tsunami, exposing all your layers to the light. Amidst the music and the chatter, your eyes snap to him. He’s closer than you anticipated – gaze expectant, the line of his smile like cut grass, his namesake, like home.

With all reason stolen away by the sight, you can’t do anything but nod. 

In the blink of an eye, he’s slinging an arm around your waist and kissing you into the cushions. The rest of the world and everything you have ever been crumbles away under his touch. Lightning rushes up your spine; he’s warm and you’re pliant with the shock but somehow you manage to pour a little bit of yourself back into him, shoulders loosening for the first time that evening, letting a fantasy you thought you’d long crushed play out in a blur behind your eyes of a shared bed and spring streaming through the window and the honey-sweet taste of I love—

You feel significantly colder when he breaks away, something small and glinting tucked away into the line of his kiss-swollen mouth that you can’t quite bring yourself to decipher.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “Your aunt’s been eyeing us all night. Thought it might’ve been good to give her a little show.”

Ah.

Your lips part in understanding (your heart cracks, just a little. Nothing you cannot mend). True to his word, she’s settled in the corner of your eye, eyes darting back to the two of you intermittently, mouth curled with disdain.

Of course. Haku is good at pretending, and the less foolish part of you remembers that he enjoys it, just a little, as well. Immutable facts.

You swallow down the burning and smile. 

“Good call.” Your voice comes out shockingly steady, as if your mouth isn’t still laced with the taste of him. “Think it worked?” 

Mirth flashes in his eyes. “Well, she’s definitely uncomfortable.”

You huff. “That’s enough for me.”

How very damning those words are. They are true, though, you think, once the rush dies down and all you're left with is the ghost of him soft on your lips. The swan wing curve of his neck settles into velvet plush and you know he is the only person who could ever break you like this, that you have never wanted anything the way you do him in all your years.

Deep down, the awareness looms: you could satisfy yourself if all you have one day is the memory of his smile pressed against yours, raw and heartrending. It could be enough, indeed.

He turns to you in the corner of your eye, something round and gentle ready on his tongue, and a part of you accepts that it will have to be.

"Well. Mission success."

Roughly four hours later, you and Haku are on the train back to your flat. His tie is loose around his collar, jacket folded over one arm, and your head is filled with cotton and a faint dream of finally getting out of your shoes. The Tokyo skyline cuts across the horizon; you think faintly of an autopsy incision, colours bleeding into the inky darkness of the bay. 

"Mission success," he echoes lightly. You can hear something weighing down his voice. Questions, no doubt, and worries you always knew would be dredged up in time. 

You heave a sigh.

“God, I’m tired,” you mumble, letting your head thunk against the window. A picture flashes through your mind of settling into his shoulder instead, breathing in the faint scent of petrichor that somehow clings to him wherever he goes. You bite back a curse and a memory at once. 

Haku lets out a hum. “We should be back at your place in twenty minutes, if you can avoid dozing off on me for that long.” 

You’re half-surprised that he hasn’t met you with some kind of teasing remark. A muted possibility flares at the base of your ribs — that he is more affected than you know, that maybe he saw something in you amidst the candlelight and crystal, that you could be substantial enough to change him in any way—

You’re being delusional.

“Will do,” you murmur, and when you focus on the chill of the windowpane seeping through your skin you imagine yourself being encased in resin, preserved in a final moment with Haku by your side. 

He calls you gently to attention when your stop arrives. You go through all the motions. He nudges you into tapping off first at the exit gate, walks on your right-hand side to tuck you into the quieter part of the sidewalk, and the two of you talk idly and stifle your laughs to not disturb any passerby and let the night wrap you up in its arms like a lover you will never have. Things are easy with Haku. You wouldn’t give that up for the world. 

You reach your door a couple minutes later, and are searching through your purse for your keys when his voice breaks the silence of the hall. 

“I meant it, you know.” 

You still. Heart dropping into the hollow of your stomach, you glance back, wary bemusement sharp on your features. The air has changed. 

“The kiss.” He’s gazing at you, deliberate and earnest, and in spite of it all you are spellbound. “It wasn’t because your aunt was looking. I wanted to kiss you. I have for a long time.” 

Cold metal digs into your fingertips. You draw out your keys, pressing the ridges of them into the flesh of your palms as if believing that the pain will rouse you from this — the sweetest dream and very worst nightmare you could ever conjure up. 

“Don’t joke about that, Haku.” You blink rapidly, vision blurring, the burn of your eyes like flames licking at your ribcage because he knows you hate this game and you don’t know what you’d do with yourself if he knew how you feel about him, too. Your tongue is whetted sharp, unable to measure out your words before they’re spilling over your scalded lips. “Don’t— don’t take pity on me.”

“Do you really think I’d joke about something like this?” 

The fragment of hurt glinting at the edge of his voice guts you open, undulled by the softness in his eyes. A traitorous part of you, one you thought you killed, thinks that this was always waiting to happen. It just didn’t expect it to come so soon. “I love you. Just– let me.” 

“Stop.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and feel his breathing still in the lamplit air. “Please.” Your voice cracks; you fumble for the keyhole with shaking hands. “If you’re saying this to make me feel better, I–”

“Is that what you think’s going on here?”

“This wasn’t what I wanted.” 

When you’d asked Haku to join you at the wedding, you thought you’d have a fantasy at best: one where you were different, where you didn’t have to dismiss his advances, where you might’ve been able to melt into his side donning the armour offered by an act after an eternity spent warding him off. All you wanted was a night where you weren’t who you had always been – to your family, to Haku, to yourself.

You’re standing here now, falling apart at the seams in front of your home, and oh, how ironic that turned out to be. You have never been more yourself than you are right now – ruined and breaking and alone, alone, alone. 

“What will it take for you to believe me?” He asks, quietly. 

The lock clicks.

“I don’t know.” 

It is the worst thing you could say to him. In some ways you are glad for it. You remind yourself that he has to be, too. Why else would he bring this up now – right at your door, after all the laughter, the holding, all the pretending you are so familiar with? He can’t expect you to believe him. If you force yourself past the walls of your heart, this is a reckless decision made in the afterglow of something brilliant, of which you are wholly undeserving; not a lie, but a mistake – pure and simple.

I love you. Just let me. He knows you well enough to know that you can’t.

“Thank you for tonight, Haku,” you murmur. “Get home safely.”

You step over the threshold, darkness and cold air piercing your flesh. 

He doesn’t follow you.

thank you for reading and my sincerest apologies if you're here :) this idea appeared to me in a dream. i wrote this down in a dream and woke up in a cold sweat with fake dating haku running circles in my mind. i truly wish i was lying. anyways i had to get this all out before i forgot so!! i hope you enjoyed (?) and have a wonderful 24 hours !!

[kxsagi]

Hiii, I hope you're doing well. I discovered your acc a few weeks ago and read almost all of your works and THEY ARE SOOOOOOOO GOOD AND YOU WRITE SO WELL AAAHHH TAKE LOVE. This is actually my first request ever and I just saw that you're closing requests in 24 hours, that's why I wanted to request rn (I won't be available for the next two months T_T) ANYWAYS I want to request a Rin x reader where reader is a celebrated tennis player (grand slam champion) and goes on WTA tours and olympics. Rin and reader were once academic rivals who later slowly became friends (with unresolved feelings huuhuu). BUT after both got busier with football and tennis as their fame increased over the years in their respective fields, they slowly lost touch (although they'd still support each other silently from afar, like whenever rin had a match she would keep tabs on social media or vice versa). Reader and rin unexpectedly meets 5/6 years later when both are in their prime in a retirement ceremony of a famous tennis player where many celebrities were invited. The two gets a bit awkward (maybe sad deep down as well?) but slowly catch up

“𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐚𝐥𝐥”

a/n: hiii, i'm doing well and i hope you are, too! THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH, MY HEART IS DOING BACKFLIPS 💞💞💞

thank you for requesting and for being so patient, i had a LOAD of requests to complete before getting to yours 😔 and thank you for the detail it helps a lot!

you don’t expect to see him here. not at the retirement ceremony of your childhood tennis idol – an event filled with WTA legends, tennis veterans, agents, a few carefully selected celebrities, and enough sports media to fill a stadium. you’re used to standing under lights now, dressed in something elegant and camera-ready, with interviews that ask you about your training, your shoes, your skincare routine. but this isn’t your night. you’re just a guest. just a presence. just here to honor the woman who made you pick up a racquet in the first place. 

but across the sea of glittering gowns and tailored suits, he stands. 

rin itoshi. 

he’s taller than you remember. hair a little longer, like he couldn’t be bothered to style it more than that. the black suit he wears is sharp, tailored perfectly to his lean frame. he doesn’t smile, he rarely ever did, but his expression is quieter now. older. and when he turns, maybe because he feels your gaze on him, his eyes find you across the room. you freeze. 

for a moment, you don’t know what to do. your heart stutters somewhere between your ribs. five years. maybe six. it’s hard to count when you both stopped talking gradually, like a slow tide pulling away from the shore, until one day you looked down and realized the sand was dry. the last message you sent him had gone unanswered, not because he was angry, but because he was busy. and you understood. you were busy, too. it was easier not to follow up. easier to pretend the space didn’t matter when it grew so quietly. 

but now he’s walking over, and you can’t look away. 

he stops a foot in front of you. “you play tennis now?” he says. his voice is deeper than you remember, still carrying that signature deadpan delivery. you blink once, then smile, because something about that flat tone still makes your chest warm. 

“no,” you reply, lifting your glass slightly. “just here for the free wine.” 

his lip quirks, just slightly, like you said something vaguely amusing. it’s not quite a smile. but it’s not nothing, either. 

you both fall into a strange silence after that, standing shoulder to shoulder while the ceremony continues on stage. someone’s giving a speech about legacy and inspiration, the crowd murmuring with polite awe. but you can’t hear much of it. your thoughts are too loud. he’s too close. 

it’s strange. you’d spent years being side by side with him – rivals at first, two top students fighting for grades with the kind of stubborn pride that made teachers sigh and classmates groan. he was brilliant. distant. sharp in both mind and tongue. and you were the only one who could keep up. so naturally, you butted heads. constantly. one week he’d outrank you in calculus. the next, you’d score higher in literature. it wasn’t healthy competition, but it was real. and somewhere along the way, it turned into something else. 

you’d find yourself studying together at the back of the library, sitting closer than necessary. exchanging flashcards and eye rolls, walking home after practice, quietly trading playlists without saying why. you can’t remember when you started thinking about him outside of school. when your heart began to jump whenever he leaned too close, or looked too long. but it happened. slowly, then all at once. 

and then it stopped. 

he left for europe. you got your first grand slam wildcard. and everything became interviews, flights, press, training, more training, loneliness, and headlines. the texts grew shorter. the calls more spaced out. and when the silence settled in, neither of you broke it. 

you wonder now if he missed you. 

he speaks before you can. “you’ve done well,” he says quietly, eyes still on the screen where highlight reels flash behind the speaker. “grand slams. olympics. number one in the world.” 

you glance at him. “you kept up?” 

his gaze flickers to yours. “you trended every time. wasn’t hard.” 

there’s a beat of silence. your throat tightens. you don’t know why it hurts to hear that he was watching. maybe because you were watching, too. 

“you too,” you whisper. “champions league. world cup. i watched.” 

he doesn’t respond right away, but the shift in his expression is subtle – just a breath of emotion in the stillness of his face. you look away before it can feel like too much. there’s something old and aching sitting between you now, like a book you never finished but kept on the shelf anyway. you tell yourself it was the right choice, the silence, the distance. it was practical. you had your world, he had his. it would’ve been too hard to hold on. 

but seeing him now – older, sharper, successful in all the ways the world measures – it feels like you both lost something that had nothing to do with tennis or football. 

“do you ever miss it?” you ask suddenly, not sure where the question even comes from. 

“miss what?” 

you swallow. “being unknown.” 

he’s quiet. so are you. 

“… yeah,” he says after a long moment. “sometimes.” 

and you both fall quiet again, but this time the silence feels different. not empty. just heavy. like it carries too much. 

you glance at him again, searching for something familiar. “you still suck at texting?” 

his expression doesn’t change. “horrible,” he admits, pulling out his phone anyway. “but give me your number.” 

you blink. “you still have it.” 

“just checking it hasn’t changed.” 

your phone buzzes. a message. 

[ don’t ghost me this time. ] 

you snort under your breath, tapping back. 

[ only if you don’t disappear first. ] 

he finally, finally smiles. it’s small. barely there. but it’s real. 

you don’t know what this means. you don’t know if this is closure or a second beginning or just a quiet moment borrowed from the past. but when the night winds down and people begin to leave, you and rin are still sitting in the corner of the ballroom, side by side, knees brushing beneath the table. he’s talking about how much he hates post-game interviews. you’re laughing about the time you accidentally cursed in three languages during a press conference. and it feels easy. right. like the world stopped being loud just long enough to let you both exist in it again. 

when you lean your head on his shoulder, he doesn’t move away. and when he tilts his head to rest lightly against yours, you pretend not to notice the way your heart stumbles. 

there’s still time, you think. 

you both just forgot how to serve the first ball. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[nam-suu]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 ~

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐𝟒) 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Namgyu smokes you out for the first time

Warnings: mentions and use of weed, smoking, light makeout sesh, please lmk if I missed anything!

You attentively watched as Namgyu packed up weed into a nude colored roll up sheet, bits of the crushed plant fell onto his scratched coffee table as he tried to pack it in as much as possible, dragging his tongue across the sheet after packing it fully

he steadily rolled and secured the joint, twisting the end careful enough to not rip the sheet.

He was good at rolling his own joints, since you both met he had always done this as you kindly declined his offer to take a hit, in all honesty you'd never though of smoking anything other than cigarettes

weed felt more intimidating to you

he turned his head as his eyes met with yours, a soft look on his face, "What?" a small grin formed on his lips, "Nothing,"

he chuckled, "Wanna try?" he asked and you shook your head "I, I don't know how to Gyu," you shyly admitted

"Well why didn't you tell me? I could teach you beautiful," he gave a teasing grin as his hand moved to rest on your thigh, his fingers softly molding into the thick skin of your leg

"I was embarrassed," you put your hands over your face making him slowly pull them away

"want me to smoke you out? I'd say better me than someone you don't know"

you nodded, he giddily grabbed the pink bedazzled lighter from your purse lighting up the joint, he took a heavy puff as his body relaxed before he blew out the smelly cloud of smoke

he slowly turned to look your way, his hand extended to you holding the joint between his fingers, "Take a small puff, then blow out," he instructed quietly

unsure, you took the joint between your own two fingers and accidently took a big hit, Namgyu sat up pulling it from between your fingers as you heavily coughed, chest tightening, his hand slowly patted your back as he guided a water bottle between your lips

"here, take a sip, deep breath,"

after your coughing fit you felt so embarrassed and shy, your head hung low as you fiddled with your fingers, Namgyu thought it was cute when you got this way

he lifted your face to look at him, "Wanna try again?" he asked

you shook your head, "I literally fucked it up the first time," you groaned "I'll help you out, yea?" he softly asked and that was enough to make you slowly nod in acceptance

he patted his lap softly indicating that he wanted you to straddle him, you moved to sit atop of him, hands resting on his broad shoulders

"I'm gonna take a hit, open your mouth and once I blow the smoke hold it in then blow kay beautiful," he instructed

"Okay," you smiled softly

he took a puff before moving his hands to your thighs. as you slightly parted your lips, his own hovered over yours basically touching as he blew the smoke into your mouth, you held it in then slowly blew it out

this time you didn't feel the overwhelming burning sensation going down your throat, no, this time it felt amazing

now you had melted into Namgyu, your chest up against his and arms wrapped around him, his own hands holding onto your waist

"How was that?" he asked "Amazing, can we do it again?" you asked

Namgyu moved to kiss you, lips molding together like a perfect puzzle, his tongue brushing against yours as he eagerly began to make out with you, what an addicting drug your lips were, he just couldn't get enough of you

breaking apart to get some air, you both huffed now covered in saliva and your sparkly lip gloss, "We can do this as much as you'd like beautiful," he breathed out with a breathless laugh.

A/n: hope this was to all of your standards, first write ever, hope to make even more!

[snugglebug-mj]

Changing the story Baby saja x reader

Chapter 1

Today was the first time y/n was able to watch Kpop demon hunters, it's been out for three weeks now but y/n had been too busy to watch the new movie.

Y/n had seen a few spoilers from tiktok.

Y/n slowly sat up from her couch as the movie ended she had to admit it was good. Y/n was about to turn off her TV when Baby Saja showed up on her screen making her stop just in case this was a little cliff hanger.

“you finally came to see me” Baby said with a smile y/n was confused “tsk. yes I'm talking to you y/n” Baby said, rolling his eyes as his character glitched on y/ns television.Y/n screamed when the light in her living room blew leaving her in dark with the only light of the television.

Multiple black figures slowly made its way out of y/ns TV, y/n was in shock but quickly got of the couch and ran towards her front door only. As soon as she grabbed the door handle her mouth was covered and her arms were held down to her side. “no need to run dear I won't bite. Yet..” the voice purred into y/ns ear. Y/n looked right to see Baby in his demon from smirking at her. Baby held y/n closely to him as he turned around standing in her living room was all the Saja boys in their demon forms.

Jinu stepped forward with a smirk. “You've seen the movie, you've seen how we die, we need your help and you'll help us. We want a happy ending and you'll help us get it” Jinu said as his golden eyes stared down at the girl in front of him.

“You'll change the story.” Abby said, stepping forward as well.

“We can be happy” Romance said, taking a step forward as well

“We can be free..” mystery whispered loud enough for y/n to hear slightly.

Y/n stared at all of them ‘how am I supposed to change everything I didn't write the dang thing?!’ y/n thought slightly glaring at Jinu.

“You are Baby's soulmate and you've seen the movie you CAN change everything, now let's go.” Jinu said as he and the other four suddenly disappeared.

Baby turned y/n around towards him still covering her mouth but now holding y/ns wrists to his chest. He leaned down to press his forehead against hers as their noses touched. His golden eyes stared into her e/c ones. “When you wake you'll be in our world but in the human realm, I left you a surprise there. We'll see each other soon.” Baby said before y/ns vision went black.