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"Why would you do all of this for me even after all i did to you?!"
"Because i love you, the you that it's really behind all of it, the you that you fight not to show to the world but that i've seen before anyway"
Is such a raw line that i asure you, if it's present in a fic, not necessary letter by letter, but in sentiment, then that's a good fucking fic
Wheter platonic or romantic
#Yes i'm talking about Jason sometimes i wish i was still Dead Todd Wayne and his dad Bruce i don't recognize myself after losing you Wayne#also Goro i dont regret shit but i wish it had been different Akechi and Akira you being well is my greatest wish in this life Kurusu#also Phoenix i took law as a major after art for a chance of seeing you again Wright and Miles i literally almost get you killed Edgeworth#and ofc Bad i gave both my soul and body to the devil to have you back while doing a massacre and Skeppy I did the same for you Pvp#so im taggin them all :D#batfamily#batman#good dad bruce wayne#bruce wayne#jason todd#red hood#goro akechi#akechi x ren#ren amimaya#akechi x akira#akira kusuru#shuake#this is them at their core#akeshu#joker x akechi#phoenix wright#mr pull a legally blonde and worked#miles edgeworth#badboyhalo#and his little care of himself when it comes to get back his loved ones#skeppy#who did the same pull AND double it down pretty mucH
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hii jade are u going to write something about hotchner!reader and spencer any soon?
âYou panic when Spencerâs late for a date. He makes it up to you as best as he can. fem, 2.6k
cw implied past child abuse
You werenât young when you were adopted, so you were instilled very quickly with the need to be grateful. How lucky you were to be given a second chance at a family. How you owed it to your new family to be the perfect daughter and sister to a father who didnât like you and two brothers your senior.Â
Family for you is complicated. It always has been. You didnât get the unconditional love youâd hoped for in all of them, but you have one older brother who loves you as though you and him are two branches of the same tree, and maybe thatâs enough for anyone.Â
âYes!â Aaron cheers, jumping up from the bench.Â
You spin around with a grin thatâs half shy, half ecstatic. âI did it!âÂ
Jack runs up to your legs. âYou got a strike!âÂ
You pretend to give him a karate chop. âBoosh! Double strike.â You grin as Aaron sizes up the pins down the long ally. âThink your dad can get one before we run out of turns?âÂ
âNo!â Jack laughs.Â
You laugh at his easy answer. His father, determined now in the face of your disbelief, picks up a number twelve ball and stands at the arrows to take his last turn. You brace your hands on Jackâs shoulders and wait for the line to be put down again.Â
Youâre pretty sure heâs throwing his turns to let Jack win. Youâd not done the same until you realised the yawning gap in the scores, and maybe youâd feel embarrassed for not noticing if Aaron ever made you feel bad for anything, but he doesnât.Â
Your phone rings as he pulls back his arm. You ignore it. âGood luck, dad!â Jack says under your hands.Â
Itâs that good luck that gives Aaron his strike. You cheer with Jack as the ball glides straight into the first pin and veers on a spin toward the third, creating a wave of noise and action as the pins go flying back toward the baseboard.Â
Aaron turns around with a huge smile. âJack!âÂ
âYou did it!â Jack cheers back. âNot first, but you did!âÂ
You grab your phone from your pocket. âCouldnât let me have it, could you?â you ask.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Aaron picks Jack up from the floor to hold against his chest, pointing at the screen with love. âLook at that, buddy, you won! Can you see that? You got the most points!â Aaron kisses his cheek, high on happiness. âWow!âÂ
You have two missed calls from Spencer. To Aaronâs begrudgement, you and Spencer are actually going steady. The first attraction didnât fizzle, the dates turned to dating turned to exclusivity; Spencer Reid is your boyfriend, and heâs supposed to be taking you out to dinner in ten minutes.Â
âEverything okay?â Aaron asks, creeping closer to you, Jack still in his arms.Â
âItâs fine, heâs just running late.â You notice his small frown. âHis momâs doctor wanted to talk to him, thatâs all.âÂ
âHow late is he thinking?âÂ
The plan was youâd go bowling with your family and then meet Spencer outside to eat at the Chinese restaurant just across the parking lot, but itâs not seeming so sure now.Â
âHe said half an hour. Iâm pretty hungry,â you say, âheâs gotta speak to a psychiatrist about something. I canât eat though, right? Thatâs rude.âÂ
âThatâs not rude, honey. You canât help being hungry as much as he canât help being late.â As youâd noticed his, he notices your small frown. âYou canât go hungry,â he says with a shrug, âso youâre gonna have to come and eat something, but Spencer can join us when heâs done.âÂ
âRight, because youâll love that.âÂ
âIâve been on more dates with him than you have.âÂ
You take Jack as he opens his arms toward you. âI forget. I always think of you as his boss, and not his teammate.âÂ
Aaron grabs Jackâs backpack off of the bench, and your empty cups off of the table to throw away. âI am his boss. Okay, Jack, what do you want for dinner? What sounds good?âÂ
You, Aaron and Jack leave the bowling alley and end up in the Italian restaurant opposite of your originally proposed restaurant. You carry Jack on your hip and text Spencer with your open hand, content to let Aaron guide you through what little foot traffic there is to your table. Aaron sits on one side of the booth with Jack, and you slide into the other side.Â
Spencerâs texts are getting more and more convoluted. He says heâs sorry, and then he says he has to call someone else, and then he needs to talk to his mom. You nibble your fingernail.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
You nod slowly. âYeah, uh⊠Yes, everythingâs fine.âÂ
âIs Spencer okay?âÂ
âI think he might cancel.âÂ
Aaron flattens his menu. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âItâs okay. I think his mom is having a bad dayâŠâÂ
âWhat else are you worried about?âÂ
Jack saves you for a moment, âDad, can I have juice?âÂ
âYes, sweetheart, Iâll get you juice. Apple juice?âÂ
Jack presses his cheek to Aaronâs arm, earning himself a hug.Â
âAre you tired?â Aaron whispers.Â
âNo.âÂ
âOkay. Hey, thereâs a table over there with some colouring pages and crayons, do you see that? Do you want to do some colouring?âÂ
âCan I go get some?â Jack asks.Â
âYes. Donât bump into anybody, okay?âÂ
The table isnât far enough to worry, but Aaron splits his attention between Jack and you fairly evenly, just a tad more worry following his son. âDo you wanna talk about it?â Aaron asks.Â
âYou donât think Spencer would lie, do you?â you ask.Â
âLie about his mother? I doubt it very much.âÂ
You trust Aaron, and you trust Spencer too, but Aaron has earned that trust over years and years where Spencer has been gifted it. He hasnât done anything to break it, but he hasnât proved he should have it yet either. And really, truly, it isnât actually about what you believe of Spencer.Â
You feel a bit nauseous, but your brother is the best person in the world, so you tell him why without preamble, âIâm worried that heâs going to get sick of me.âÂ
âWhy would he do that?â Aaron asks.Â
You scratch at the menu beneath your hand rather than meet his eyes. Because youâre awful. Thatâs what your father instilled in you, and itâs what youâve come to learn. Eventually, the people who love you get tired of you. Everyone except Aaron, and isn't that proof of something? Heâs the only man good enough to pretend youâre someone worth caring about.Â
If he could hear your thoughts heâd probably cry. Itâs why youâve struggle to tell him.Â
You rub your thumb into the side of your index finger, feeling the texture of your skin. âI think people just do.âÂ
Jack returns quickly, with paper and a huge fist full of crayons, though there are four colours altogether. âWell,â Aaron says, helping Jack back into his seat, crayons rolling released from a small fist every which way, âI don't. And Jack doesnât, Haley doesnât. I see no reason why Spencer would feel that way.âÂ
âWhat donât I do?â Jack asks, frowning at his dad.Â
âYou donât think Aunt Y/Nâs bad at bowling, do you?âÂ
âYouâre great at bowling!â Jack's eyes go wide. âIâm gonna make us a photo, to remember. We got strikes!âÂ
You let your face fall into your hand as Aaron strokes hair up the side of Jackâs head. Itâs a soothing thing to see, you know the soft touch of his hand well, having been petted and patted through a hundred different bad moments.Â
Spencer probably isnât lying about why heâs late, but he could be. You wouldnât blame him.Â
âSheâs very good at bowling,â Aaron says, hugging Jack to his side. âAnd so many other things, thatâs why we love her. Should we make a list?âÂ
He used to love doing that, too.Â
Your father wasnât a nice or kind man. Aaron doesnât know how it escalated, only knows what happened to him, and how heâd come to see you and youâd burst into tears the second he asked how you were.Â
If Aaron knew how bad it was at the time he wouldâve forced you to leave, but you never told the whole truth. He assumed it to be a mixture of everything âschool was awful, dad was worse, and you were more isolated than most.Â
Make me a list, heâd say.Â
The first time you didnât get it. You were a teenager sitting on his couch, his wife in the kitchen, a weight on your chest. What for?Â
A list of the stuff thatâs bothering you.Â
Do you need a list? youâd asked. He had a knack for knowing more than you could say.Â
I think we should make one.Â
You realise now it was a strategy to calm you down. If you could quantify the things that were depressing you, you could begin to understand it, and hopefully dismantle some of the bigger problems. It didnât always work, but it didnât matter. It made you feel better just to have you and Aaron on the same couch with a notebook and a number two pencil. Donât see my brother enough, heâd written with a sad face.Â
Brother, youâd thought with a secret joy. Heâs your brother.Â
Jack and Aaron make a list they wonât show you. You order drinks and then dinner, waiting for a phone call or a text back you donât receive. Itâs disheartening, and when your pasta arrives, you can barely eat.Â
âHoney,â Aaron says, âwhy donât you go call him? You can see if heâs alright.âÂ
You poke at a shell with a tightly gripped fork. âWhat if he doesnât want me to call him? It sounds serious.âÂ
âMaybe thatâs why you should call him. I think heâd appreciate it.â He looks like he wants to reach for you, but ultimately, he doesnât. âTake a minute for yourself, if nothing else. Everythingâs okay, I promise.âÂ
âSorry.âÂ
âFor what?â Jack asks.Â
You smile regretfully. âIâm just feeling confused today, babe. What about you? Are you confused about where your mouth is?â you tease lightly.Â
Aaron gasps a laugh and reaches over to wipe Jack down with a napkin as you slip from the booth. You take your phone, worrying that Aaronâs eyes are on your back as you pass by the host booth and back out onto the street. The breeze kisses your clammy skin.Â
Why do you assume that no one really likes you? Itâs difficult to comprehend. Your thumb hovers over Spencerâs contact photo, debating, and debating. Should you call him? He might be preoccupied, upset even, and what if you make it worse? But if you donât call him, you canât reassure yourself that youâre not in trouble.Â
He answers on the third trill.Â
âHello?â you ask.Â
âHey!â Thereâs a sound like something heavy has been put down. âHey, Iâm so sorry!âÂ
âDonât be sorry!â you say immediately. âItâs okay. Are you okay?âÂ
Spencerâs voice is a little high and fast, but beside that, he has a nice tenor. When heâs calm and feeling up to it, alone at night with nothing else to do, heâll read to you from one of his infinite books, his syllables catching and tripping over air as you rub your nose into his arm.Â
âIâm fine! There was a mixup with some medication at the sanitarium and they realised my momâs dose of one of her antipsychotics has been charted higher than she was really taking, so sheâs been having a hard time, itâs a total mess but I think we have it figured out now. How was bowling?âÂ
âSpencer, are you sure itâs okay?âÂ
âItâs fine.â He laughs softly, not a hint of condescension or derision for you, but an emotion you canât name. âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to take so long.âÂ
âItâs okay.âÂ
âI mean, itâs fine if itâs not okay. I know you canât help yourself sometimes, but you donât have to tell me itâs fine if itâs not fine.âÂ
âUhââ You cough around it. âNo, it really is. You canât help it. Family is important, right?âÂ
âItâs so important. Listen, where are you right now?âÂ
âIâm just standing outside of the Pasta Factory by the bowling alley. I tried to have dinner âcos Iâm starving, but⊠I think I lost my appetite.âÂ
âWhat? Are you okay?âÂ
âIâm having one of those days, I guess?â
âWhat kind of day?âÂ
His voice is bouncing strangely, as though heâs talking near you. You pause, turning on your heel to look down the few stairs into the parking lot asphalt.Â
Spencerâs walking up them, a bouquet of roses in his hands.Â
âHi,â you say, the phone still pressed to your ear.Â
Spencer puts his away. âHi.Â
His hug is full, all-encompassing and warm as he wraps his arms around you, the bouquet a cacophony of crinkling against your shoulder. He smells like aftershave, his Tom Ford one with the woody tinge that has you pressing your nose into the top of his shoulder to just breathe. Your phone digs into his spine. He doesnât say anything about it.Â
âHey,â he says softly, giving you a similar swaying, back and forth. âIâm sorry Iâm late, I had to call them, but it wasnât fair on you.âÂ
âSpencer,â you say, holding him tightly. âYouâre my boyfriend.âÂ
âDonât sound so unsure.âÂ
âNo, but. We can be flexible, right?âÂ
âOf course we can, but Iâm still sorry.â He peels back to smile at you, his eyes gently squinted. âSo whatâs wrong? Whatâs making it one of those days?âÂ
You canât explain it to him. He likely doesnât need you to.Â
Youâre expecting him to pull away âyouâre in a public place and affection isnât his usual expertiseâ but he doubles down. New boyfriend or not, this hug feels like itâs from somebody whoâs loved you for years and years.Â
âWhatâs making it a bad day?â he asks quietly.Â
âI donât knowâŠâ You rub your nose self indulgently against his shoulder.Â
âAre you sure you have no appetite? Maybe thatâs what it is? Stuff tends to feel bigger or more upsetting when weâre hungry because low blood sugar prompts your body to release more hormones that affect your cortisol level, and cortisol plays a big part in how your mind interprets your emotions.â Spencer pulls away, his hand sliding up your shoulder to hold you in place. He grins. âSo I think you should still let me take you to dinner. Especially if you didnât eat much.âÂ
Why would Spencer lie to you? you think, relieved. He wouldnât. And the idea that heâs going to get sick of you, thatâs rooted in bad lessons from a poor situation. Itâs not a reflection on you.Â
âWe will,â you decide, âI just have to get my stuff. I left my bag, and Jackâs writing me a list.âÂ
âWhat list?âÂ
âA list of stuff Iâm good at.âÂ
He doesnât waver. âReally? Can I add stuff too?â You turn your nose up in an unsubtle prompting, satisfied when Spencer gives you a quick, smiling kiss. âSorry,â he says, though his apology is distracted by a fond undertone, âI missed you.âÂ
You receive a few more gentle kisses for all your worries, and you begin to feel better. Spencer presses the roses into your hand and encourages you into the restaurant with his hand spread behind your back.Â
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Fake Dating Your Ex
word count: 2852 || avg. reading time: 12 mins.
pairing: University AU pining ex!Kenma x chubby!Reader
genre: fluff + angst
warnings: bullying
request: For a midnight snack Iâll get a 15 and 24 and go back to sleep with kenma please || fluffy-angsty, fake dating + jealousy, ex Kenma
âQuestion.â
âNo.â
âYou donât even know what Iâm gonna ask yet.â
âFine. What?â
âHow would you, as a person⊠as aâŠ. as a human personâ, you shook your head for a moment but then decided to roll with it, âfeel about accompanying another human person to an event?â
Your ex finally looked up from the console in his hands with profound confusion written all over his face.
âWhat?â
Bracing yourself you tried again, spelling it out this time, âWould you please come with me to my high school reunion?â
You expected him to frown, sure, but instead of the immediate shot down he asked, âWhy?â
Not a No. Okay!
Pulling up a chair from the adjacent lunch table to sit down across from him, you used your hands in a nowhere near helpful fashion to explain, âI got invited and originally I said No because why would I want to go but then this girl who used to bully me-â
âMomoka.â, he added.
âYes.â, you said in surprise, âHer. Anyway, she messaged me and asked if itâs because we broke up.â
âHow would one correlate to the other?â
âBecause while we were dating I may or may not have bragged pretty excessively about you.â
âUh-huh.â
âAnd you were all over my social media for two years and well, now youâre not, so she was asking if we split up.â
âWe did.â
You tried not to click your tongue, thinking any sass would lower the likelihood of him agreeing to play along. âI know, but I donât want her to know. So I may or may not have kinda sorta said that we are doing better than ever and just because you gained so much more popularity that we are trying to keep it on the down low andâ, you took a deep breath, âshe said I should bring you then and I may or may not have said Yes.â
âY/n.â, he groaned.
âI know, I know! But I will get you SlimeBlast2 and the new Counterforce if you just pretend to be my boyfriend for one more evening. We can even leave early!â, you offered, spurred on by the fact that he hadnât yet simply gotten up and left, âYou can say that you have a planned stream that night and be back home before you know it.â
He thought about it for a moment while he resumed his game.
âWhy have a reunion three years out of high school anyway?â
You mimicked her voice. âBecause she is moving to America with her doctor fiancĂ© and wants to say goodbye to everyone before she leaves. - Tch.â
He paused the game again and regarded you with a studying look. You, on the other hand, were focused on kneading your chubby fingers and not meeting his gaze.
âWhen is it?â
âSo this is what all that streamer money can get you, not bad, not bad.â, you said as you slid into the passenger seat of his new car. Kenma didnât comment on that. Nor did he compliment your little black dress that had him do a minuscule double take the way it hugged you in all the right ways. You broke up six months ago and instead of wallowing in a dark room as you had done, Kenma chose retail therapy - to the extent that every other day another out-of-breath mail carrier was ringing his doorbell and handed him anything from new consoles to games to figurines and even a body pillow because, thanks to you, he was now incapable of sleeping without something soft and squishy in his arms. This car was one of those more recent purchases, an impulse that surged in him around the same time he watched you flirt with a TA. He also felt the forgotten price tag itch in the back of his black button-down and matching dress pants he wore tonight.
The drive to the venue was mostly silent due to a mixture of old comfort and new awkwardness. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you play with your fingers, twirl your hair, scratch at your neck, and chew your lip.
âNo one forces you to go to this thing.â, he eventually said. His GPS announced that youâd arrive soon.
You stopped scrunching your dress, sighed, and looked out the window onto the well-lit row of restaurants and bars you were driving past.
âI know. Social pressure does, though.â
âYou never really cared about what people thought.â
âHa! Good one.â, you countered drily.
âI mean it.â
âYou only think that because we didnât know each other in high school. This devil-may-care attitudeâ, you gestured vaguely up and down yourself, âwas carefully curated once I was finally free of these people.â
âSo, why not just ignore the reunion and go do something fun?â
âYou know, if youâre gonna keep being right and logical, this night is not gonna work.â
He smiled and rolled to a stop in the parking lot among many other cars.
âWe can still leave.â
You scratched at your neck again. He reached out to grab and trap your ever-busy hand in his, laying it gently on the middle console. He waited.
âYeah⊠maybe youâre-â
âHey!â, a muffled call accompanied by knocking on your window cut you off. Outside stood one of your former classmates waving excitedly.
Kenma grimaced.
âLook who I found getting all cozy in the car!â The large private room in the restaurant was filled with a whole bunch of people you hoped to never see again. They sat on the floor around the long table, apparently a couple of drinks ahead already.
âOh my god, Y/n! I canât believe you came!â Momoka got up to greet you like an old friend. Her cheeks were pink and she was clearly not too steady on her feet.
âWhatâs this? - Is that a hickey?!â, she squealed with mock scandal, pointing at your neck.
Your hand shot up to cover the reddening mark.
âI-uh-â
âYeah, I just⊠couldnât help myself.â, Kenma said in a tone that wouldnât convince anyone sober. Luckily no one was.
She turned to him and as if sheâd known him for years she slurred, âWell if it isnât Kodzuken! Iâm gonna be honest, I didnât think you were real. I mean, of course youâre real but what would you ever want with our Y/n, when you could have anyone!â She laughed and ushered you both to sit next to her.
âIâm so sorry.â, you whispered to Kenma while cups of sake were pushed into your empty hands.
âTell me, because Iâm dying to knowâ, Momoka said, leaning forward, âhow did you two even meet?â
The handful of former classmates in your general vicinity stopped their conversations to listen.
Kenma and you looked at each other.
âWe just met at uni.â, you shrugged and pulled a platter of food closer to have something to do.
âOh come on, Y/n-chan, thereâs gotta be more to it than that.â, Momoka playfully pushed your shoulder.
âIt was our first day actually.â, Kenma said, âI was sitting in the cafeteria playing a game and she came up to me with her tray and asked if she could join me.â
You caught his eyes and smiled, touched that he remembered.
âOf course, you met over food. Our Y/n loooves to eat, doesnât she?â Momoka giggled into her sake.
Unfortunately, your mouth was just full of maki roll.
Kenma frowned.
âSo, Kodzuken - or should I call you Kenma? Youâre probably so tired of people addressing you by your username. Like hello, Iâm a human being, too! So Kenma, what is it like being a streamer? I, personally, love YouTube. I think if I hadnât gotten engagedâ, she raised her hand to show off her ring, âI would have also gone into streaming. It looks so fun. And youâre just playing games all day. I love playing games. You could say Iâm a gamer girl myself.â, she laughed and brushed her hair behind her ear like she was confessing something embarrassing, âI have played Animal Crossing over 100 hours. I know itâs too much, but what can I say, you understand, right? Sometimes you canât put a game down for months.â
â⊠right.â
When he didnât answer as bright-eyed and infatuated as she hoped, she turned to you with a devious smile, âOur Y/n should definitely do some of those⊠uh eating shows! You know, the ones where they just eat ungodly amounts of food at once. Sheâd be so good at that. Honestlyâ, she chuckled behind her hand, âI could have sworn she was training for that in high school.â
âExcuse me. I have to go to the bathroom.â You pushed your untouched sake further away, stood up, and walked quickly out of the room, sliding the door closed behind you. Muffled voices, cheers, and laughter could still be heard. You swallowed the lump in your throat and took a few deep breaths. Slipping back into your shoes you walked over to a corner with an open window that looked over the quiet courtyard that was closed for guests because of the snow. What a horrendous idea to even come here. Why did you think it would be any different? People didnât change. As soon as you were in the company of your bullies suddenly you turned back to the timid little fat girl that was pushed into cold showers with her uniform on, that was tripped in the hallways, hackled in class for a wrong answer. The girl that was pointed at whenever she ate something. It didnât matter what it was.
Normal lunch? - What a glutton!
A homemade salad? - Who is she trying to impress? As if that is gonna do anything.
It was only in university that you found people who accepted you for who you were and not what you looked like. And Kenma had made you feel loved and wanted for the first time in your life. Until he didnât. You vividly remembered the night you broke up with him. His genuine shock when you told him that just hanging out and watching him stream was not how you envisioned your relationship to be like. After over two years of dating, you realized that you wanted more than dry texts and being the one to initiate intimacy. Kenma was a great listener and didnât rush you into anything. He let you grow on your own and was truly happy when he saw you smile. But it wasnât enough. You didnât regret breaking up with him. It was the right thing to do. But whenever you felt stressed or overwhelmed you did seek out his streams. His calming voice and deadpan comments still helped you truly relax. You wondered if he missed you too sometimes.
âYouâre gonna catch a cold.â, Kenma said behind you.
âHey.â, you sighed, âSorry I dragged you into this.â
âDonât worry.â He came to stand next to you, close so that his arm was touching yours for a sliver of warmth. You both watched the snow fall for a moment.
âYou really toned down just how obnoxious those people are.â, he noted, âI understand that youâre upset.â
âOh, I am not upset. I am way past upset. Iâm freaking miffed, thatâs what I am.â
He gave a playful gasp. âDamn, not the m-word. - By the way, that girl hit on me the second you left the room.â
âOh god, really?â, you scoffed.
âYeah, apparently Iâm on her list.â He put the last word in air quotes. âLike she can sleep with me and her fiancĂ© would be fine with it.â
âWooow, congratulations. Doesnât that make you feel extra special.â, you said sarcastically.
âAbsolutely.â
âTruly the bedrock of any good and healthy relationship.â
He chuckled under his breath. âI know, right? As if Iâd ever want anyone else when I have you.â
A pause followed in which you were trying to find covert ways to push your face in the snow to cool it down and Kenma regretted ever learning to speak.
âListenâŠâ, he said after a minute or so, âwhy donât we get out of here? You made an appearance, proved Iâm real and now you can go enjoy your night. Maybe⊠maybe we can head to your place, get some pizza, and watch a bunch of those trashy Christmas rom-coms? I know Netflix is flooded with them right now.â
You stared at him for a moment, then squinted suspiciously. âIâm gonna yell at the TV, you know that.â
He smiled and his eyes softened.
âIâm counting on it.â
You looked down at your arm that was still gently pressed against his, thinking.
âAlright.â
âAlright?â
âYeah.â
âOkay. Iâm gonna go get your stuff then. - Here.â, he fished his keys from his pocket, âYou can wait in the car, I wonât be long.â
You turned the keys over in your fingers as you watched him go, shaking your head in an attempt to smother the bubbling feelings in your chest. As you walked out towards the car, you tried to remember in what state you had left your living room when-
âY/n?â
Very confused, you lifted your head and saw a young man standing a few meters away. He was maybe a head taller than you, broad shoulders were well hidden underneath a soft sweater and coat. Nothing about the man seemed familiar, not the glasses or the styled black hair. He must have noticed your confusion when he put a hand to his chest and said, âIzumo.â
Kenma was very glad that he wasnât raised to be polite so he just gathered your purse, scarf, and jacket, said you both would be leaving, and closed the door behind him. Even though at most 20 minutes had passed since your arrival, it felt like you and he had stood by that window for hours watching the snow. He should tell you that he wasnât over you.
He should tell you that he wouldnât make the same mistakes again if youâd give him another chance.
He would ask you to take him back.
His steps lengthened at the thought of being back at your place, cozy on the couch and having an absolute ball listening to you rip the movies to shreds. Pulling his puffy parka tightly around him he hurried in the direction of his car and saw you talking to someone. At first, he was worried it would be another bully but then you laughed. His steps slowed.
NâŠno! He was not about to lose his opportunity to get you back to some random hunk with a sleeper build. Picking up the pace again, he thought hard about what to do. What happened next was not one of his proudest moments. Kenma came to a halt next to you, lay your jacket over your shoulders, and said, âHere you go, babe.â
âOh, hey, youâre Kodzuken!â, the guy said and had the audacity to give him a genuine smile, âIâm a big fan! Iâm glad to see you two are doing well. I wondered if you might have broken up because you havenât posted about him in a while, Y/n.â
You laughed nervously.
âNo, nothing like that.â, Kenma said, and, developing a life of its own, his arm naturally wrapped around your waist, âEverythingâs great.â
âThatâs what I thought.â, the guy said brightly, his eyes flitting momentarily to the mark on your neck and to Kenma he added, slightly flustered now, âYou got yourself a good one.â
âDid you want something?â
âI- uhm.â, Izumo blinked, perplexed, âNo, just catching up. But I see youâre on your way out. Have a good night you two. And Y/n, we should totally have coffee.â Kenma pulled you closer to him. âYou know, when you have the time.â
Very glad his much-practiced glare was still hitting the mark, Izumo bowed to both of you and went inside.
Once in the car, Kenma looked at you, mentally preparing himself for a scolding but found you smirking and nodding your head.
âWhat?â, he asked.
âNothing justâŠ. Didn't have you being jealous on my bingo card this year. Interesting.â, you clicked your tongue in amusement, âVery interesting.â
âI wasnât j-â
You met his eyes and cocked your brow.
He mumbled something and turned to focus on his steering wheel so you wouldnât see the hue of pink blooming in his cheeks.
âIzumo was bullied in high school, too.â, you explained, âSo he was one of the few people I got along with. We werenât ever super close or anything but Iâm glad he seems to be doing well.â
âOh. Well⊠okay then.â
âSo no need to be jealous, babe.â, you echoed his tone with the last word perfectly.
His face felt even warmer.
âIn my defense, he looked like he was about to ask you out.â
âUh huh.â, you became, if possible, even more smug and clicked your seatbelt into place, âI mean, could you blame him?â
It was remarkable how quickly your confidence bounced back by simply watching Kenma squirm for an answer.
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a/n: thank you so much to the anon for this absolutely juicy request. I hope you enjoyed it! And thank you everyone for waiting đ±đ
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More food play, bunnies? You wanted it, now you get it. Unholy thoughts of the day, bunnies: The idea of serving a luxurious dinner on a naked, hot body has never sounded so appealing, especially when the main course comes with sweet, wet pussy for dessert. Or dirty, perverted idols Ateez discover the exciting, sexy experience of Nyotaimori during their schedule in Japan.
Nyotaimori - often referred to as "body sushi", is the Japanese practice of serving sashimi or sushi from the naked body of a woman.Â
Yunho first heard about it from his friend the last time he was in Japan during a break between comebacks. His friend described it as the most vivid, hot, and incredibly sexual experience of his life. And incredibly expensive too. But as Minhyuk assured him, it was worth every damn penny, and he would definitely go back to this special restaurant again to get supplements. And Yunho thought about it seriously. He even did some research and watched some porn on the subject and some hentai videos, and he has to say that it turned him on so much so that he had to jerk off several times in a row to completely empty his balls and quench his need to fuck.
His dick was so hard and pulsating rhythmically as he watched several guys on the screen eating sushi and sashimi from the naked body of a pretty busty girl with a tiny, slime-stained pussy and then fucking her hard in all the tight, wet holes. They were pulling her onto their big cocks, after which they cum all over her body, covering her completely with their sperm. And fuck, now this sweet, haunting image is permanently lodged in his head.Â
Of course, his friends weren't left out of Yunho's new dirty hobby. At first he only told Mingi about it, and, as usual, his best friend supported him enthusiastically, and soon they were both greedily glued to porn videos of this style. Gradually, it spread beyond the two of them, and soon the whole group was somehow drawn into Yunho's hot, perverse fantasy of nyotaimori and dirty gangbang.
It got to the point where all the boys unanimously decided that on their next trip to Japan, they would definitely visit this special restaurant that Minhyuk had recommended. And so Yunho found himself in the dark reception area of Deep Dive, one of the most modern and hyped places in Tokyo. And for good reason, as this restaurant offered not only a deep culinary immersion into a variety of exquisite tastes but also into the depths of various sexual practices.
"So, Mr. Jeong, do you have a preference for a host for your dinner?" The woman in front of him looks stunning, but so does the shark looking for its prey.
Yunho clutches the list of preferences that the other members have written down regarding the type of girl they would like to see on the table.
"Ahem..." He clears his throat before he speaks. His cheeks are slightly flushed, but the thought that he is about to make his dirty dream come true makes his dick tense. "We'd like someone juicy..." God, it sounds so stupid, and judging by the way the woman in front of him raises a questioning eyebrow, he is not the only one who thinks the same. So Yunho quickly corrects himself. "I mean with curves, big and heavy breasts, a fat ass, hips, but petite."
"Okay, I get it; continue." The lady encourages him, making notes in her notebook.
"If possible, we want a more submissive girl, maybe into pet play and daddy kink."
"We can give you exactly what you want. What about sexual practices? Do you have any preferences?"
Such a frank, dirty question should embarrass him even more, but instead Yunho's eyes darken and his voice becomes confident and hoarse.
"Voyeurism, size perversion, deep throat, spanking, spitting, objectification, possibly double penetration and squirt, plus of course fingering, cunnilingus, and other classic practices."
"Yes, I understand." She writes something on the notebook again and looks up at him. "Do you want to role play with coercion or are you more attracted to enthusiastic consent?"
"Enthusiastic consent, please. We want her to want it too. Maybe even too much." Yunho bites his lip and drums his fingers on his knee, either from nerves or excitement.
"You're in luck, Mr. Jung; one of our new girls is really into group sex; you'll love her." A dazzling smile appears on her lips, and she looks straight into Yunho's eyes as she begins to repeat his order loudly and clearly. "So, Friday night at eight o'clock, we're expecting Mr. Jeong Yunho, Park Seonghwa, Song Mingi, and Jung Wooyoung at private booth number 8 for a tasting dinner. On our part, we guarantee complete safety and anonymity of your data. The NDA file was sent to you in advance by email.
The menu consists of twelve starters and one main course, which will be served by Miss Y/N, who will also be your host for the evening. Dessert is included. You have chosen the full immersion experience with special services (which implies a full-fledged sex scene). The cost of your dinner is one hundred million yen. Will you confirm your order?" The lady pushed the ATM towards Yunho and batted her eyelashes cutely, waiting for the beep to inform her of a successful transaction.
Yunho nonchalantly swiped Hongjoong's black bank card at the terminal and pressed the confirm button. As soon as the machine made a cute "ding," the receptionist extended her hand across the table for Yunho to shake.
"I hope your Deep Dive experience is truly memorable, Mr. Jeong. See you on Friday."
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tw kidnapping, noncon, double penetration, slight body horror, virgin! choso
mahito doesn't like a lot of things, but for some reason he liked you. little, defenseless you. he was honestly shocked when he realized you could actual see him instead of just being an invisible gnat flying around you.
how cute you looked when you bumped into him, he had to have you. with no way to say no, mahito picked you up and brought you to where the other cursed spirits lived.
geto simply ignored him, used to his antics, but choso was oddly curious.
"who's that?" the usually reserved man asked.
mahito pulled you closer to him and squished your cheeks between his fingers despite your insistent squirming. "i brought a new toy."
you whimpered at the implicants of what he meant. with how he forced his already hard cock against your butt, you knew you weren't getting out of this unharmed.
the stitched curse picked up on choso's curiosity instantly. whenever mahito dragged in a different humans, choso usually followed geto's example and ignore him. he couldn't blame choso, you sure were pretty for a human.
"hey choso, why don't you join me. humans are so much fun when they are squirming from pleasure."
choso choked on his own spit, not knowing how to respond. his violet eyes stayed lock on your pitiful form. tears had already bubbled over and painted your puffy cheeks. mahito blatantly groped you over you clothes. grabby hands fondling one of your breasts and your hands tried to pried him away, but he was too strong for you.
off in his own little world, mahito pulled you away from choso and called over his shoulder, "suit yourself."
snapping out of it, choso quickly followed mahito to wherever he was taking you. it wasn't like he wanted to know what a naked girl looked like. no he definitely didn't care about that, he just wanted to make sure mahito didn't go too far.
on a raggedy couch, mahito sat you on his lap and impatiently ripped your shirt from your body along with your bra. choso stared at how your breasts bounced from the rough motion. your nipples pebbled from the cold air.
mahito shoved a hand down your pants and found your slit. you gasped at how he swirled your clit, pinched it between his rough fingers.
"don't just stand there. help me take off her clothes," mahito called from over your shoulder.
you sobbed hard. he licked from your chin up your cheek to drink up your delicious tears. from his slimy tongue, you flinched away in disgust.
"your repulsed face only turns me on more," mahito giggled into your ear and rutted up into you.
pulled from his stupor, choso stood above you and delicately released you from your shirt and bra with some struggle. throwing it somewhere into the room, choso then went your pants. ignoring how mahito still hand his hand down the garment, he unbuttoned and unzipped you free.
"w-wait, please!" you begged.
the half curse glanced at you with with tented brows. he didn't want to harm you, but he couldn't deny how his cock strained in his loose pants. so he pulled down your pants and panties, and watched as mahito continued to twiddle your bundle of nerves.
"which hole do you want?" mahito asked choso.
"huh?" choso looked at him, confused.
mahito cackled. "forgot you were virgin. you want her pussy or ass?"
"um, p-pussy?"
mahito hummed, "good choice, i did want to see how far i can stretch her out."
that made you kick up a fuss. you didn't want him anywhere near back there. he was going to break you if he did. plus you had no clue if you could take both at the same time. what did you get yourself into?
pulling his own pants down, mahito pressed a hand on your back so you were bent over, your ass on display. wasting no time, he tapped his cockhead against the tight, untouched hole.
"wait!" you screeched.
laughing at your misery, mahito tugged you back and forced his way into the rim of muscles. your vision went black as he went in with no lube or prep. your chest stuttered from your heaving breaths. he brought your chest to his chest and then tucked his hands under your knees to bring them to your chest. warmth filled your face as your cunt was put on display for the other man in the room.
mahito stood up with you still in his grasp. from the angle he went deep into you. he moaned into your ear as you clamped down on him.
"there, you can fuck her now too."
gulping, choso walked to where mahito bucked his hips into your ass. your cunt clenched around nothing and some slick dripped down to accommodate mahito splitting you open. taking his own cock out from his robes, he followed what he saw mahito do. his cock brushed against your clit until he brought it further down to catch your hole.
nervously, he pushed into you. your breath hitched as he bullied his way inside until the hilt. you were thoroughly filled to the brim. they were both too big.
choso moaned as mahito's thrust caused you to be fucked on his dick. grabbing your hips, choso sloppily pistoned into you. your hands scrambled to grab onto something and deciding on mahito's tensed forearms.
both men used you as nothing more than a fleshlight to chase their own pleasure. inside you, you felt mahito shift inside until his own cock became more ribbed. you whimpered in confusion.
"doesn't it feel nice?" he said in your ear before shoving his tongue inside. you winced and tried to hide your ear from him, but he only laughed. "you're so easy to tease. maybe i'll keep you."
when you clenched down from the scare, choso fucked harder into you. with a few more uncoordinated thrusts, he came deep in you. you cried at the warmth seeping into your gummy walls.
"not fair, i wanted to go first," mahito pouted.
when choso finally pulled from you, the other curse used the cum dripping down to thrust faster into you faster.
"hey, make yourself useful and play with her clit. i want to feel her cum on me."
"her... what?" choso asked, fascinated with his cum drooling from your used cunt.
"the little thing above her hole. touch it."
nodding, choso followed his instructions and shyly dragged a finger up to brush against your clit. when you moaned he took it as him touching the right spot. remembering what mahito did earlier, choso swirled your clit with two fingers to the rhythm of mahito's thrusts.
at the pleasure, you squirmed to get away from it but choso didn't stop. he liked as your own slick dribbled out. human women are fascinating.
when he experimented and pinched the puffy nerves, you came against your will. mahito soon came with you. shoving his cock all the way in past the limits, he made sure your ass swallowed all of his cum.
unable to do anything, you sagged against the curse and let your mind go blank.
still thrusting into you despite already cumming, mahito's cock grew bigger. nuzzling into your neck, he giggled, "yeah, you're definitely going to be my new favorite toy."
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can i request older logan with reader whoâs a crybaby⊠reader who cries over little things and older logan who canât help but get hard and coddle her. wiping away tears during sex!!!
note: older Logan wouldnât take y/nâs crying session seriously. Usually, theyâd all be because of work, something heâs told her a thousand times he didnât want her to do, so a part of him didnât care. Instead, he loved how much she cried, taking advantage of it whenever he could.
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âHow was work today, Bub?â Logan asked, eyes glued to the newspaper he had picked up in front of the door earlier this morning. Y/n hadnât said anything. She tried thinking of what exactly she should say, but he had spoken first.
âBub? What up?â Logan asked, eyes looking over his reading glasses as she slipped off her shoes and hung her things up. âI-I â You know,â y/n said, but Logan in fact did not know.
âI know what?â He asked, setting his paper aside as he felt something wrong with her. âWork today â It was just exhausting,â she said as she went into the kitchen to grab a glass of any alcohol Logan bought for himself, and she drank occasionally.
âWhat happened?â Logan asked as she got up, listening closely to her story of the day. The more she talked, the more cracks he heard in her house.
âA-And the boss said maybe heâd fire me if I kept snapping back at the customers, but they always start it! Every day, itâs the same s-shit!â
âBaby, baby,â Logan said as he came up behind the young lady before she could pick up the glass she had just filled. âDonât need you drinkinâ your problems away. It ainât good for you,â
âI know, but â I just need something, Logan. This is so stressful,â she said as he turned her around to take a look at her face, and like he knew it, she was crying. Eyes glossy and puffy as always.
âBaby,â Logan tilted his head with a sigh, upset that sheâs always stressed and taking in everything people say to her. He wished she could just move on with life, and stay happy with a big smile.
âLook at me, Bub,â Logan said as he lifted her head after she tried turning her head. âYou need to relax â Stop letting these people get to your head,â Logan said as he wiped her tears.
âI know, but-â y/n tried saying, but the man shushed her. âDonât speak, Bub, just relax. And no drinking either,â Logan said as he moved the glass she filled to the side.
âYouâre too pretty to be cryinâ all the time, baby,â Logan said as his faves nuzzled hers. âI-Itâs just so much,â y/n cried as his hands rubbed her body, trying to calm her down a bit.
âI know, baby, and what did I tell you? Told you Iâd take that easy lumberjack job, right? Get us double what an average human man could make workinâ for âem and put that money towards our cabin,â Logan reminded her.
âBaby, I donât want you to work though,â y/n said as his hands tracked up her shirt. âAnd why canât I? Iâm the man, and youâre my pretty girl. Iâm tired of being a housewife. Thatâs your job, or at least let me do it all. You can relax the rest of your pretty life,â Logan said in the crook of her neck.
âYouâre gonna take my offer, bub. Ian askin,â Loganâs hand dug into her jeans to rub at her cunt until she squealed. âI-I donât know,â she still cried, upset at herself for being this sensitive and also hit by the instant pleasure Logan was giving her.
âWhat did I say, baby? This ainât askin,â Logan said before he ripped y/nâs jeans off of her. She gasped as he picked her up and placed her on the counter, spreading her legs as he pulled himself out of his jeans.
âYou should be waitinâ at home for him to come back and give it up. Not the other way around, baby,â
Logan pushed into the weeping girl, making her hands fly up to grip shi shoulder. âLogan,â y/n sobbed, feeling his cock run through her walls in all of the right ways. He always made her forget why she cried in the first place.
âSsh, baby â Just enjoy me. Cunts begginâ for it,â Logan said as he cupped her face, wiping all of the tears that streamed down her face. âMhm hmm,â he groaned as his free arm hooked under one of her legs to get a good new angle to pound her in.
âL-Lo,â y/n cried out, loving the way his body smacked against hers. âThatâs it, baby â Let it all out,â Logan pulled her into his body, pounding so hard, that the countertop began shifting.
âCry on my cock, baby â Look so good like this. So fuckinâ good,â Logan couldnât lie as his eyes could barely stay open and tears still streamed from them. He was Jauch a crybaby, but his crybaby.
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The little things
Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader
Words: 1475
Warnings: None? I donât think
Summary: Alexia had never been the short one in a relationship before, and it wasnât until she meets you does she realise just what sheâd been missing out on.
Alexia knew she was taller than the average female. Not by much, admittedly. Maybe about two or so inches. But it was still enough for her to look down more than she does up when making conversation with somebody. She doesn't mind it. To be honest she'd never really known any different.
It was the same when it came to dating. She was always the taller one. The one who always, somehow, took on all the things a man would typically do in a heterosexual relationship. Open car doors. Be the big spoon. Took charge in the bedroom. It was never forced upon her. She was never made to do it. It was just something she did instinctively because she was always the taller one.
But, then she met you. Sweet, tentative, endearing you. At the time, you'd been a barista, and Alexia had come into to order her usual coffee before training. Your first interaction had been no more than a few words and a smile, but for the rest of the day, for whatever reason, you were all she could think about.
Your eyes. Your lips. The freckles on your face and the way you'd looked up and down before growing visibly red. Whether that be because you knew who she was, or something else entirely, she didnât quite know. Nor did she think sheâd ever have the guts to ask.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she'd gone back to the coffee shop after training and asked for your number. Her English hadn't been the greatest, and she was pretty sure she'd said a few words wrong, but you hadn't hesitated to agree and hand over your phone. You'd texted for a few days before settling on a specific day when both if you; or more specifically, Alexia, were free, and you both had agreed on an ice cream date.
It was only on the day of your arranged the date did Alexia realise a significant detail she may have missed out on. She didnât know how she hadnât noticed. Or why she hadnât noticed, but there you were, stood in front of your car, looking way too attractive for your own good. And you were taller than her.
Not overly so, but enough for her to be the one to look up when having a conversation. The car door was opened for her. The hand was placed on the small of her back, and Alexia hadn't quite know what to do with herself when you'd ended the date by pulling her into your chest and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She doesnât remember the last time someone had done that.
Your relationship had only grown from there. Several dates were had. Gentle, tentative kisses were shared. You'd met her friends, she'd met yours, and you'd grown especially close with Mapi. In just two short months together, Alexia been roped in to going on at least three double dates with Mapi and Ingrid.
It was weird, at first. Not necessarily the double dates. But just how well youâd fit into her little circle seemingly without any issues. Everyone loved you, and Alexia was close to doing so as well.
It wasnât long after that, that sheâd found out that your love language was physical touch, and typically for midfielder, that wasn't really her thing. She got hot too quickly. Her limbs would grow numb and she'd always somehow end up with hair in her mouth.
But with you, however, she found that she really didn't quite mind. Why? Because she was almost always the one being held. There was no sweating. No hair in her mouth. No numb limbs. In fact -and if you told anyone this she'd deny it- being held was quickly becoming one of her favourite things. Especially when you'd run your fingers through her hair and rest your hand on the bare skin of her back beneath her shirt.
It's where she found herself most days after particularly rough training sessions. Such as today, which had been particularly brutal. Everything ached, and whilst she normally doesnât mind feeling that way, today it was different.
You were rambling about anything and everything as you held her to your chest, hands absentmindedly braiding her hair before undoing it and starting again. She feels each and every breath you take, eyes blinking heavily as she fights away sleep.
"-and can believe she said that? Like, understand her point of view I guess, but I don't think it was really necessary-"
Her understanding of English wasn't exactly a hundred percent. She knows that, and you did too, meaning you were normally extra careful when speaking to her making sure you were annunciating all your words. She doesnât mind you doing that. In fact, more often than not, she appreciates it, especially because your understanding of Spanish wasâŠquestionable. But there were times, such as these, where she was grateful when you let go off your inhibitions and rambled to your hearts content, even when she didnât have a clue what you were saying.
"-I full told her that too, and she still didnât believe. One day, her actions will- oh-"
She was just moments away from succumbing to dreamland when you sit up beneath her without any warning, her eyes widening as she's forced upright leaving her straddling your lap. Sheâs a little disoriented, prompting you to rest your hands on either of her sides to keep her steady, your eyes wide as you stare up at her.
"Did I tell you that Mapi wants another double date? This Tuesday-"
She groans and falls against your shoulder. Mapi and her big mouth.
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"I reach it myself, amor. I do not need help." Alexia grins as she watches you make your way over, bending down slightly and looping your arms beneath her behind. Her hands cup your cheeks, and you grin against her palms as you stand upright and bring her with you. You support her weight easily, something her previous partners were never able to do.
You bounce her up slightly, feeling the way her feet hook together just below your butt, "I know," you press a fond kiss to her chest. She was wearing a white, cropped tank top today, no bra, and youâve lost count of just how many times youâd been caught staring. "But I like holding you. Humour me, okay?"
Alexia tilts her head to the side, the frown of confusion on her face so utterly adorable you couldn't help but kiss her again. Her cheeks flush visibly at the action, prompting you to do it again, and again, and again, until she gently stops you by cupping your face. "Qué? Humour...you?" She questions, the pads of her thumbs trailing over soft skin.
"Mhh," you nod, leaning into her touch. "It means indulge me. Let me help you, anyway." You explain, and Alexia hums in understanding as she releases your face.
"Bueno. You help." She accepts, allowing you to step close enough to the cabinet so she could now, way easier than before, reach for the cup she'd intended to grab moments prior. Once it was in her hands, you don't put her down like she expects. Instead, you release her with one hand, close the cupboard door before making your way over to the counter and setting her down on top it.Â
You step between her parted legs, wrapping your arms around her toned waist as hers settle around your shoulders. In this position, both of you now more or less the same height, your chest becoming flush against Alexia's as her legs hook tightly around your waist. Your hands slip beneath her white tank top to rest against bare, tanned skin, fingertips trailing over the multitude of tattoos you knew were there.
She shudders at the feeling, and you couldn't help but smile as you tighten your arms around her and press your lips against the warm skin of her neck.
"Tu eres todo para mi."
Slowly but surely, you were learning Spanish, but it was entirely more difficult than you were anticipating. Still, you were able to understand the basics. Simple phrases much like much like the one she'd just spoken. You wrack your brain to figure out the appropriate response.
"S-siento lo mismo."
By the huff of amusement that escapes Alexia's lips, it was apparent that your diction could use a lot a work.
"Cariño..." she muses softly, cupping your your cheeks and pressing her lips against your forehead. It was an action she was never normally able to due not being able to reach, so she takes advantage of it and repeats the action several more times, earning herself an adorable flush.
"My girl." You smile, leaning into the affection. You didn't think you had ever adored anyone more.
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Hello sweet toxic! May I pretty please have an age gap fic or drabble with game version of Jackson Joel ( my favorite long and grey haired man )!
Maybe something where in the beginning Joel comes off as shy and nervous and sweet but once he and reader get together heâs got the nastiest fucking mouth sheâs ever heard once heâs confident that she likes him as a love interest
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JOEL x f!READER | 1.8k
He scanned you head to toe, then let out an alright fine sigh. 'Tonight, ya can leave any time. Yaâainât mine yet, so ya donât gotta do anything I say...'"
NOTES: Hi sweet nonnie â€ïž I watched some tlou 2 gameplay for this, so I hope it helped. Joel is quiet, then dom / dirty
WARNINGS: 18+ Age gap (Joel 60s/reader 20s-40s), objectification of reader, slutty descriptions of men as usual. Joel calls her "honey" and one time, "little girl" (condescending). Beginnings of D/s dynamic, no arrangement, no consummation. Joel holds out, a little grumpy/mean. talk of being owned. degradation, praise, body/pussy inspection.
He stood like a man who no one could bother. Stone cold and solid, with a face that always meant business. His clothes were rugged and worn-in like a cowboy, and the obscenity of his tight jeans left nothing to the imagination, from the back or the front.
The first time you became aware of him, it was from behind, and you did a double take. He ran a hand down the back of his head, smoothing his shoulder-length mane with his other hands on his hip. He was talking to Tommy, and when you heard his voice, the twang put you at ease. He sounded like a nice guy, nicer than he looked.
Your first time at the mess hall, he was kind enough to show you around. You took that as a go-ahead to follow him around anywhere. You began to watch him around Jackson. Not exactly stalking him, but you didn't have anyone else to latch onto. You learned where he went, and you happened to go there too. You were full of questions about how things worked. He always took it seriously. He was a good teacher and didnât seem interested in anything but helping you when you wanted help.
He taught you how to ride a horseâhe must not have noticed you arrived on one. Your loins buzzed as he demonstrated how to sit. His big hands on the reins and the horn were enough to make you wet, but the bulge of his jeans and the way it shifted as he started off at a slow walk. âNow look close, okay? See how I hold it?â You were looking very close.
He taught you how to shoot. Stood behind you and you never felt more safe than holding a pistol with his arms around yours, his chest against your back.
âAttagirl,â he said when you shot the glass bottle target. âLook at that,â he marveled.
To be fair, you werenât (just) trying to get him in bed. You had lost your traveling party and you joined another one but you felt like the odd one out. It never felt like you had someone to look out for you, specifically you. You hadnât felt the affection or encouragement of a big, capable man in a long time.
Still, there was no denying you had a crush on him. It felt like a shock that he didnât have women following him around in droves, until you got to know him and found out he was pretty shy. He didnt't seem to have much interest in anything but practicalities and survival. He was sweet, but never crossed a line.
Even when you started crossing some yourself. He took you on an errand one day, and he was buckling in your seatbelt, and you stopped is hand. You put his hand on your thigh, and watched his face. He kept the same, composed expression, but he couldnât hide the blush that rose to his cheeks. He left his hand there on your thigh for a moment, then pulled away without acknowledging your move. The time it took him to move his hand made you think he liked it there. It was as though he didnât want to take it the wrong way, wasn't sure your intentions. He cleared his throat, finished buckling you in, and ran his hand over his smooth, gray hair. It was always so well-kept. You had to wonder what itâd look like first thing in the morning,
One night, at the tipsy bison, you came in by yourself in a short dress. He looked you up and down and gave you a curious look, but didnât acknowledge you. He was talking to Tommy. Tommy craned his neck to get a look, raised his eyebrows, and gave you a nod before grinning at his brother and resuming their conversation. Tommy was hot, too, but he was taken. Otherwise youâd love to see him in nothing but that ponytail. You sat at the other end of the bar and Joel tried not to look at you, but Tommy gave you a wink.
Another night, you showed up to the mess hall too late for dinner, and he was on his way out. He lived close enough and offered to make you something at his place, no problem.
When you came inside, you took off your boots, he took your coat, and when he finished hanging it up, he looked back to see you in a thin, low cut shirt and no bra. His mouth hung open and you gave him a flirtatious smile, as though to say, what?
âYaâainât cold, are ya?â He asked with a pink hue creeping up his neck. He rubbed his beard.
âNo, are you?â You asked.
âNo,â he muttered, then composed himself and went to the kitchen alone.
When he came to serve dinner, your eyes were on his jeans. The heft of his manhood was always apparent, but there seemed to have been some growth in the time since youâd been at his house. You leaned over the table as you ate your meal, and he tried to keep his eyes off your chest. It was a small, round table, and there wasnât much of anywhere else to look. He looked at his meal as he ate. You looked at his forearms.
After he finished eating, he dabbed each corner of his mouth with his napkin, folded it, dabbed his beard, and cleared his throat. Meanwhile, your foot nudged his ankle. His face darkened. Your foot moved up his pants, and reached the seat of his chair. He didnât bat your foot away, but he didnât look at you until your foot slid right up his thigh and gently nudged the hard bulge in his jeans.
His strong chest heaved, and he didnât make a move, but his face was reddening as he cleaned his hands with the same napkin.
He looked up as he finished wiping his hands. âThink Iâm your plaything, little girl?â He harshly smacked the cloth napkin down on the table, then his strong hand wrapped around your entire foot in his lap. His eyes darkened with a forward tilt of his head, and his voice took on an edge. âOr you tryinâ to be mine?â
You rubbed your lips together and looked at him fondly. He raised his eyebrow to prod for a response.
âWanna be yours,â you answered matter-of-factly.
âYou dunno what you want, girl.â He pushed your foot away, then adjusted himself.
When he stood up to take the dirty dishes, the silhouette in his jeans made you throb. He did the dishes, and when he was finished, he opened a beer.
He walked through the dining area on his way to the living room. âStill here,â he muttered, but didnât stop to talk. He sat down on the sofa and turned on the radio, not inviting you to join him.
You joined him anyway.
You sat on the sofa, not too close, with your hands folded in your lap.
âYou wanna know what it means to be mine?â Joel asked.
âYes, please,â you answered.
âIt means I own you,â he said.
âOkay,â you agreed. âIâm yours.â
He looked at you skeptically. "Iâainât agreed to own ya yet,â he clarified. "Ain't just something ya do. Takes work from both'a us."
"of course," you acknowledged.
âGotta know itâs somethinâ ya really want, and if it is, weâll agree on some rules, safe words and shit.â
âOkay,â you agreed excitedly.
He scanned you head to toe, then let out an alright fine sigh. âTonight, ya can leave any time. Yaâainât mine yet, so ya donât gotta do anything I say, okay?â
You nodded.
âBut later on if ya *are* mine, you do what I say, when I say it.â
He was so serious and official about this, it sounded like he was briefing his men for some kind of operation.
âOkayâ you agreed.
"so what's it mean to be mine?" He asked.
you shrugged. "You do what you want with me."
He nodded hesitantly.
âIt means I take care'a ya, protect ya, and I own your body. it ainât yours anymore,â he looked you up and down. âItâs mine,â he stated emphatically. â*if* I decide I want it.â
âWhy wouldnât you?â You asked.
He blew out air through puffed cheeks as if there was a long list.
âAinât got patience for brats.â
âI can be good,â you promised.
âAinât got patience for tears either. Too distracting out here, still gotta focus on survivin'.'
You tried not to show your worry.
âAinât sure ya can handle it,â he admitted
"Ainât lookin to break in some tight little pussy while she cries and bleeds, either.â he cocked an eyebrow at you, and grabbed the massive protrusion in his jeans. âThis ainât no joke, honey. I donât wanna hurt ya.â
âIâm not a virgin,â you insisted.
âYeah? Well ya better fit four fingers 'fore ya 'spect me to try it."
âAnd I promise Iâll do what you say.â
Joel sighed. âAlright, take your clothes off.." He held up his hands to acknowledge your freedom "OR leave, and weâll forget this ever happenedâ
You obediently stripped.
He took sips of his beer as he watched your body emerge from your clothes. âAlright,â he nodded. âGood girl.â
Once you were bare naked, he instructed you to turn around. You did just as he asked.
âGod damn,â he whispered. âNow, câmere.â
With him manspreading on the sofa, he made you stand between his knees and bend over.
âSpread your pussy for me,â he demanded.
You hesitated.
âDonât have to,â he reminded you.
You reached back and tried to do it with one hand, one finger on each side of the lips. âLike this?â
âBoth hands, darlinâ. â
You spread your pussy lips for him with both hands.
âGood girl,â he said. âWide as ya can. Wanna see your parts if theyâre gonna be mine.â
You pulled wider
He let out a low whistle. âJuicy little thing. Sure would like to use it...But Iâm thinkinâ it might not fit, honey.â
âWhy donât you try it?â You asked.
You turned around and tried to straddle him. He visibly tensed. You reached for the bulge in his jeans.
He snatched your wrist to stop you. âYou donât get to touch me without askinâ,â he admonished you. âNotice I didnât touch you that whole time?â
Your face heated in shame, and his hand loosened. You got off of him.
âThatâs enough for tonight,â he said. âIâll think about it.â
âYouâll think about it? â
âIâll think about it.â
Your eyes were tearing up.
âYa did good, honey, itâs okay,â he promised. He picked up your clothes and helped dress you. âJust ainât the kinda choice ya make on the fly. You gotta think about it too, okay?â
You finished getting dressed and nodded.
âIâll think about it too,â you agreed.
âGood girl,â he answered, rose to his feet, and gave you a kiss on the forehead. Then he got your coat and opened the door. As you began to leave, he stopped you, âHey,â he lowered his voice. âYa got a beautiful body. Anyoneâd be lucky to own it.â
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invisible string theory â yang jungwon. acquaintances to lovers. high school au. slice of life.
inspired by that one line from glue song, âyouâve been hiding in plain sight, then appearedâ (2.6k words)
The problem with having 60 students per classroom is you were bound to make a stranger to at least thirty of them. And for someone who doesnât talk much, it was like meeting half of your classmates for the first time every morning.
You kept close to your circle of friends, just like everyone else did, and kept in mind where to make eye contact when your homeroom teacher announces a group activity. You liked working with the same group of people, so you held a pretty stable and balanced routine at school. Always sitting at the same seat, always staying in the classroom with your packed lunch during break time, and always riding the same train home.Â
Though, from time to time, a few anomalies would pose themselves to your perfectly lined scheduledâthe rain always increased the time it would take to get to school, a predetermined group stands as a barrier between the people you know you work well with, and apparently Mr. Snuffles and his paws that had messed up your alarm clock. The culprit lays on your bed as you hurriedly rush around your room to get to school in time. Youâre sure you could make it if the station followed the schedule of when the trains would depart. Preparing your lunch, however, would be impossible, and you would just have to stop by a convenience store before attending homeroom.
You disliked the canteen. Students lived off of crowds, an impossibly long line, and an even poorer selection of food than what you can find in a convenience store. It would take half of your break just to get food, and the rest of the half eating. Itâs better when you can hold time in your hands in the classroom.Â
Opening the door to the convenience store, it was almost a relief to find it almost empty, save for a few students who were probably either getting breakfast, lunch, or a snack. When it was your turn to have your meal checked out, it takes you about 10 seconds to realize you mightâve left your wallet at home. And it takes even faster to confirm when you rummage through your bag and come out empty-handed.Â
Damn you, Mr. Snuffles.Â
You realize you didnât spare the time to double check your bag when your sister had borrowed it over the weekend and probably put some of your essentials out.Â
Burden raced and dropped down your shoulders as you struggled to explain to the cashier if she could disregard scanning it in the first place. Though, you arenât given ample time to get your thoughts across when money is handed to her from next to you.Â
He looks familiar, the boy with the short and a little disheveled hair. It looks pretty, falling over his forehead, like he came off a 90s magazine. He gives you a look, enigmatic almost, though smiling as he puts his wallet back in his bag.Â
âThank you.â You spoke shyly, though he only grins, showing off his perfect white teeth.
âYouâre (Name), right? Iâm Jungwon, weâre in the same class.âÂ
So thatâs why he looked familiar. The only thing you knew about him was that he had a dog, had introduced him on the first day of class with a photo. Everything else, you learned from those around you; he was smart, taking most of the offered advanced subjects, he had multiple senior friends whom he eats with at the canteen, and he was apparently a great dancer.Â
âOhh, I knew you looked familiar.â Your mouth parts in recognition. âThanks again for saving my ass back there. My cat had messed up my alarm and I left my wallet so todayâs just been a disaster so far.â You laugh a little at the tangent your schedule had gone off to.Â
âYou have a cat?â Jungwonâs eyes light up, and you instantly pull out your phone to show him a picture. âThis is Mr. Snuffles.âÂ
âMr. Snuffles.â He repeats softly, smiling down at your phone as he shows you his own lockscreen.Â
âNow I feel inclined to introduce Maeumi.âÂ
âYour Maltese puppy, right?â He watches as you dip your head down to look at his phone, grin spread out prettily as you coo quietly.Â
âHowâd you know?âÂ
âYou introduced him back during first day, I think.â Jungwon looks genuinely surprised that you remember, mouth dropping before he nods his head with the same soft smile on his lips.Â
âWell, since weâre heading the same way, do you wanna walk together?âÂ
For an answer, you grin up at him and say a brisk âsureâ, matching your footsteps with his as you walk up the stairs of your school together.Â
Conversation flies easy with Jungwon, almost too easy as you talk for the entirety of the short walk to your classroom. You discuss about your poorly functioning lockers, your plans for the upcoming Christmas break, and complain alike about the multitude of projects assigned to you for the first half of the school year.Â
âHowâs your Biology project holding up?â The instant groan that leaves your lips triggers a laugh from Jungwon. Though, he shouldâve been able to predict your reaction after previously just complaining about Ms. Hwang and her 20-page paper about cell division.Â
âI swear my headâs gonna explode if I read one more article about mitosis and meiosis.âÂ
You whine as you walk through another flight of stairs, and his laughter continues to mix with your light-hearted complaints.Â
âNo, same. My eyes were falling out while I was working on page 12 yesterday.â Jungwonâs hand brushes against yours as a group of students run by you, pressing his shoulder against yours and holding out an arm to make sure they donât bump into you.Â
âWell, they look like they were in a hurry.â He only chuckles before peeling himself away from you. He gives you his full attention. âAre you okay?âÂ
âYeah.â You laugh, and he smiles at the confirmation.Â
âI canât believe this is the first time weâre actually talking.â Thereâs disbelief in his tone as he pushes the doors to your homeroom open. âThis was fun.âÂ
âIâll pay you back tomorrow!â
âThereâs really no need.â
The bell interrupts your conversation, and you walk to your respective seats just as your homeroom teacher slips into the classroom.Â
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You donât meet Jungwon for another month.
After that conversation, you had both returned to the routines you had set for yourselves, and you go back to treating that day as a single anomaly in your perfectly curated schedule. Though, now you find your ears perk up at the slightest mention of his name.Â
Similarly, Sunooâs confused by his friendâs sudden interest when your name had slipped past his mouth. It was something Sunoo had said in the passing, you were simply a side character in the story heâs narrating, yet Jungwon seems to put an awful amount of attention to that part of his story.
âAre you even listening to me?â A whine leaves Sunooâs lips.
âYeah, sorry. I didnât know you were in the same club as (Name).âÂ
âYou know her?â
âYeah⊠well not really. Sheâs my classmate, but we arenât close.âÂ
âSounds to me like you have a crush.â He smirks, taking a bite out of his lunch before looking at Jungwon with an accusing eye.Â
âI do not have a crush. I was just asking!â Defensive. Just like he always is when heâs getting caught for lying. Jungwon knows better than to hide something from Sunoo.Â
âI literally just said (Name) passed me a paintbrush and youâre acting like sheâs the main character of my story which, by the way, is ME.âÂ
âI donât have a crush.â Jungwon grumbles.Â
âLook, there she is right now.âÂ
Jungwonâs head whips at an impossible rate, an impressive distance over time that Isaac Newton might as well have made a fourth law of motion. His head is craned, scanning over the cafeteria in search of you before a pin drops in his head and he turns back in shame at having been fooled by Kim Sunoo of all people.Â
Sunoo laughs, and Jungwon drops his head on the cafeteria table in embarrassment. âWipe that stupid smile off your face.âÂ
Though, despite Jungwonâs sudden interest, it still takes almost thirty days after your chance encounter for you to meet again at the same convenience store. It was another day to grab a small breakfast from the quaint store, and it looks like you had the same idea when the bell rings and Jungwon spots you already in line.Â
âDo you mind if I could wait in line with you? Itâs getting pretty long.âÂ
Your head turns at the sudden voice. Soft tones as always.Â
âJungwon, hi! Sure.â You allow him to stand with you in line, and he curiously peeks down at the meal in your hands. The same lunch bowl from a month ago. âDonât you eat lunch in the classroom? Did Mr. Snuffles do something again?â
âYou can say that.â You chuckle. Itâs endearing that he remembers.Â
And just like a month ago, you walk to class together. He waits for you by the door, only resuming his walk when youâve caught up to him. âSo the Biology paper?âÂ
His eyes flicker to you when you laugh.
âAlmost done, finally.âÂ
âSo, your head didnât explode?â
âThankfully not. I think I have Mr. Snuffles to thank for that. He enjoys just putting a paw on my hand as I work, though he is quite distracting. We even got him this little laptop toy so heâd stop stepping on mine.âÂ
Jungwon smiles. âIâve read about that somewhere, how cats imitate what you do or somewhere along those lines.â
âDoes Maeumi do anything silly like that?â
âWell, it mightâve actually been my fault.â He holds onto the paper bag with your meals, fiddling with the paper. âI thought it would be cool to teach him to get the newspaper by walking her to the door and giving her a treat when sheâd carry it back. Long story short, one morning, I found every paper from the street.âÂ
You shake when you laugh, itâs something Jungwon has noticed. Itâs breathy and full as you picture it in your head, and Jungwon brightens up at being able to make you laugh.
That morning, you learn of Jungwonâs own routine, just like you. Every morning, he walks to school and accompanies some kids from his neighborhood, dropping them off at the preschool before heading to school. Itâs why he doesnât have time to eat breakfast at home. He plays with Maeumi a little bit too, running around with her in the sun despite having just woken up. At school, he sits at the front and minds his own business, and he eats at the cafeteria to accompany his friends. Itâs the only free time they share together.
Itâs nice talking to him. You think it might be the first time in a while that youâre talking to someone outside your small circle, and itâs a little refreshing to be offered a fresh sight of the world around you. He thinks differently, the type of person that has something to offer for your personal growth, the type that casts a life-long impression.
So, as you near your classroom, your shoulders drop at having to say goodbye to him again.
You think itâll take another thirty days to talk to him, but it turns out, as insane as Ms. Hwang is, you might owe a bit to her for pairing you and Jungwon up to do an errand for her. Itâs something about the coming Science Camp your school holds, and the need to get signatures from a few teachers. You donât know why sheâs letting two high school students do her job for her, but you comply because you have no choice.Â
âThe school always plans disastrous events. I remember our Freshman day, when they let us play those games, that was a whole thing in itself.â You mumble, holding onto the piece of paper and scanning over the list of faculty offices you have to visit. So far, youâve successfully gotten five signatures out of twelve.
âI remember that! I played in the balloon game, and I was partnered up with a girl. My friends did not stop teasing me for weeks.âÂ
âWait, I played in the balloon game too.â You look up at him, eyes bright as you recall the memory.
âDonât tell me.âÂ
âWere you wearing a black shirt?â
âI was! What the hell!â He pulls out his phone to look for a photo of that day, scrolling through his phone before shoving the screen to your face. âThatâs me!âÂ
âOh my god.âÂ
You lock your eyes to his, and the two of you fall in shared laughter at the chances. You wouldâve guessed the possibility falls at less than 1% considering the amount of freshmen students at the time, and the thought that Jungwon had been tied to you by some invisible string on that day is something so enchanting.Â
As if, since that day, youâd been tied together and were slowly inching closer and closer until this very moment years later.Â
âI canât believe it was you! My friends couldnât let me catch a break when I caught you before you could fall face flat.âÂ
âLook, Iâm not the most coordinated person. You put me in a game where people are out to pop the balloon tied around my ankle and youâre basically asking me to fall over my own feet.âÂ
âBut we won, didnât we? Wasnât I a good protector?â
âYou were alright.â You tease, and he gasps dramatically in response.
âGo ask for the rest of the signatures by yourself.â
âI was kidding! I was kidding! You were the greatest protector of them all, I couldnât have asked for a better partner.â Jungwon smirks, though, he feels like heâs about to melt in a puddle.Â
âThatâs better.â
The rest of the time gathering signatures are spent in conversation and laughter. Jungwon wouldâve hated staying behind to do more work, wouldâve complained about it in the group chat with his friends, but he finds himself enjoying it because heâs with you. It wouldâve been hell if it wasnât with you.Â
âI canât believe weâve talked more this past month than the last couple years.â You hold onto the straps of your backpack as you leave school together. The sun is starting to set, and the impatient moon peeks from afar.Â
Jungwon is almost open-mouthed when the sun hits your face like that. When you look back at him because heâs suddenly falling behind, eyebrow lifted with a smile on your face. Heâs sure you know your hypnotizing effect, and you still have the nerve to act oblivious about it.Â
He takes a step closer.Â
âDo you maybe wanna grab a bite? Itâs getting late, and Iâm a little hungry.â His words come out hitched, and heâs punching himself over the very obvious nervousness in his voiceâas if the way he looks at you isnât obvious enough to how he feels.
âIâd like that.â
A few months later, Jungwon would ask you to be his and Mr. Snuffles would get all the treats he could possibly want for altering the course of your routine and allowing you to bump into Jungwon.Â
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âBabe, you seriously need to stop leaving your wallet. Iâm starting to think this is all a ploy so Iâll keep paying for your meals.â
âSorry.â You smile sheepishly.Â
âI was kidding. I may have lost a couple won, but I got you out of it.â
âAre you telling me Iâm worth just a couple won?â
âWhat? No, wait! Thatâs not what I meant!â
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Riding the Dragon- Modern! Aemond Targaryen x Reader
summary: after a great dinner with Aemond, he decides to give you a ride on his motorcycle, a Dragon T6.
warnings: 18+, MDNI, public smut, pussy on bike, cum play?, reader getting off on Aemond's bike, some tiddy succin, mentions of p in v sex, I think that it?
wc: 3,064
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notes: this is my first time writing in reader's pov? the whole 'you' kind of perspective. I apologize if it sucks ass, I wanted to try something different. And can y'all believe I wrote majority of this when I was ovulating? HAHA
âI had a really nice time tonight.â The man in front of you says with a content and flirtatious smile on his pretty chiseled face.Â
Heat coats through your cheeks to the tip of your ears. Definitely not the effect of the two glasses of wine youâd drunk not too long ago. Wine hardly ever did a number on you to slightly fuddle your conscience.Â
You give him a sheepish grin, scraping the tips of your heels against the pavement, shying away from the intensity that his eye holds. âSame here. I hope we can do this again sometime.â
His face contorts in a way that clearly indicates that the feeling is in fact very, mutual. âMind if I take down your number?â He asks, pulling out the latest new Iphone from his pocket. You only engaged in conversation through the dating app both of you met in and you thought it seemed only fair to give him your number after weeks of meeting him.
He taps a few things on his screen before youâre met with a white screen with only your first name and birthday typed. It is then when you wonder how he came about on knowing your birthday, if you had ever mentioned it in your electrifying conversations either on the app or this date. Most likely the second option.Â
You knew his name, well if youâd call it that, supplying you only his first initial. By his angelic looks, he was definitely of Valyrian descent. And you hate how much of a sucker you were for those blonde bitches. You knew he was in the last year of university, double majoring in political science and business here in the capital. You also knew he had a geriatric maine coon cat, Vhagar, whoâd stuck with him since he was a child.Â
But that was pretty much it.Â
You nod, typing out the most critical information both of you needed in order to secure the second date. âHere you go,â you hand back his phone with such caution that causes his lips to quiver in a smirk.Â
He leans forward, too forward in a way you feel his breath steadily fanning your face and the warmth that radiates through his chest. You donât pull away as his head lowers, keeping your gaze steady with his, admiring the amethyst hue of his lone eye that twinkles against the low street lights.Â
A snakes his hand around your hips, which normally youâd slap away if it was any other man. But he was different. A rare gentleman who bought you a single winter rose even when you were five minutes late, let you devour the fries off his plate, and hashed your steak without asking.Â
You wanted him to kiss you and perhaps even more.Â
You wouldnât say no. If anything youâd whimper out a simple âpleaseâ if it came to that.Â
However, just as you expect his lips, it doesnât come. He pulls away with a lupine smirk on his face, waiting for a response to a question you did not hear.
You cough away the slight embarrassment, âWhat?âÂ
âI asked what your password was,âÂ
Before you process how he did it, you see him wave the gray screen of your phone around your face, waiting for the six digit code.Â
Oh.Â
âI got your number but you did not get mine and youâre gonna need it when I take you out to dinner again.â The blonde in front of you points out.Â
True.
It almost feels too goofy revealing the code that multiple of your friends tease you for. Nevertheless, you stutter out the numbers: one, two, three, four, five, and six.Â
You hear him dryly laugh, shaking his head side to side as he types out the three sets of numbers. âMmm, you need a better password, darling. One might think you want your personal information stolen,â He teases. You shift your thighs to a close at the term of endearment, already feeling the slightest tingles in a place where you desired him the most.Â
You make a sound of agreement making a mental note to change it later tonight. After he hands back your phone, he combs back the loose silvery hair out of his face into a neat bun that well flatters his face. âTake mine for example; itâs five, twenty-two, one-thirty. Easy to remember.âÂ
âIs that your catâs birthday?â You questioned.Â
âNo. Itâs the day we matched on Tinder.âÂ
You are lost for words. Not even you knew the exact date you matched with him, only knowing it was around a few weeks ago. Judging by your reaction, he knew what you were thinking.Â
After a few more rounds of flirtatious conversations, you both decided to call it a night, waving each other goodnight as you watched as he sped up in a black, shiny Dragon T6, a vintage motorcycle that was the second most precious thing he owned. (The first being Vhagar). Youâd be lying if that wasnât one of the list of reasons why you swiped right. A tall Valyrian man, with long locks, that rode a motorcycle definitely modeled the countless dark romance books youâd spent hours reading.Â
To your frustration, the price of Uber had doubled the amount youâd paid for hours ago. Not even Uber Share happened to be near your price range. For ten gold dragons, you could buy a weekâs worth of groceries!
So you sighed, turning off your phone. Your usual bus was still in service and way cheaper than the ridiculous prices of Uber. And while it was too late to be out by yourself, it was a risk you were willing to take.Â
As you rummage through your wallet for some copper coins, you hear a deep, rumbling sound of an engine revving up close to where you stand.Â
Itâs him. Braking his bike on the side of the road where you are. His expensive Lysene suit coat no longer hugged his body, wearing only a white dress shirt that was half unbuttoned, giving you an impeccable view of his perfectly rounded cleavage and the multiple hidden tattoos you didnât know he had.Â
âHop in,â He says, pointing his head to the side. It was not a request but a demand.Â
You tilt your head, unsure whether to say yes or no. âIs it safe?â You ask. His chest moves, seemingly laughing as he opens the visor of his helmet. âOf course it is. Iâm a cautious driver, never had an accident and I donât think I ever will. I made sure to drink water after a glass of wine, so Iâm not under the influence.âÂ
He narrows his eye, observing the hesitation written throughout your face. He offers the spare helmet from his bag and hopes that it will coax the uneasiness.Â
âIf youâre so dubious about it then by all means the bike is yours to drive.âÂ
Itâs your turn to laugh because the thought of you riding something of high value and rarity seemed absurd and silly. You were someone who did not have experience in driving in general whilst also being terrified of the narrow and steep roads of Kingâs Landing.Â
But there was no humor in Aâs eye.Â
âYouâre not serious are you?âÂ
He powers off the bike before he scoots back from his seat. âI am.â He eagerly pats the spot he has saved for you.Â
âYou do realize that this is a Dragon T6, right? They practically donât make these anymore!â You gesture your hands around the expensive looking machine that was probably worth more than your left kidney.Â
He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms on his chest. âWhatâs your point?â
You scoff playfully, âMy point is that manufacturers donât make these anymore and if I crash itââ Â
ââYou should have a little more faith in yourself. Maybe this will come naturally to you but youâll never know if you donât try.âÂ
You canât help but exhale in slight failure. This was a conversation you knew you couldnât win with him. âLook, Iâm not going to pressure you into something you donât feel comfortable doing but I happen to be a great teacher. And if you do crash Iâll buy another, they arenât that expensive anyways.â The Valyrian man shrugs as if thousands, or hundred thousands of gold dragons were nothing.Â
You mutter a âfineâ under your breath which makes him all giddy with excitement and slides the helmet down your head. He double checks if it's secured before he lifts you to sit properly on his bike.Â
âOr I have one or two things in mind of how you could repay me.âÂ
Every single piece of information he hurled your way was taken deep into your head. And you did your best to pay attention to it all under the sharp needles of nerves going through your spine. At some point he had given you little rubs up and down your back to soothe your nerves. The effect was anything but that, instead all you could think about was how his hands would feel against the bareness of your body.
Fuck.Â
You tried to push those lewd thoughts away as he demonstrated the anatomy of the Dragon T6. The ignition was a little red switch right below the speedometer, whilst the clutch was on the left hand side and the accelerator in your right. The gear shift was something you had to get used to as it was not on your eye level but rather a small little lever near your foot.Â
Once he feels youâve gotten the grasp of how everything works it was time for the ultimate test. âAlright now we start. Are you ready?â He asked with an eager smile tugging his lips.Â
No.
You nod your head, adjusting the mirrors to match your height. You feel the tips of his fingers lift and turn your chin towards him, âUse your words, darling.â There it was that name again that made you clutch your thighs together. You audibly gulp, âY-yes Iâm ready.â
âGood,â His hands squeeze at your hip bones to bring you closer to him. Your eyes widen almost comically to what you assume is his cock pressing insistently onto your ass. It was hard, and through the thin material of your dress you could feel it throbbing full of want and need. Gods, how will you ever focus now?
A brief image flashed through your mind of how much and what was packing underneath his undergarments. The length and thickness and how it would feel wrapped around your palm as youâd stroke him from base to tip, or the taste of him as youâd take him inside your mouth, or having his full length stuffed deep inside you as he fucked you dumb.Â
Something tells you that he knows what you are thinking but neither of you speak about it.Â
Finally, he takes your hands onto the handles of the clutch and the accelerator and you, being a step ahead, check if the gear is on neutral before you release the clutch and to your satisfaction it is. The blonde behind you smiles at you proudly like a teacher would to their student.Â
âNow, youâre gonna slowly release the clutch and twist the accelerator slightlyâŠthere you go, good girl. Youâre doing such a good job.â He coos at your ear.Â
The beat of your heart raced almost out of your chest. You werenât sure if it was the excitement of a small accomplishment or the low timbre of his voice praising you but you welcomed it.Â
With confidence you didnât know you had, you decided to drive the rest of the way to your apartment without complications and took up every tip the man behind you advised. The cool air kissing your skin and the adrenaline wildly pumping through your veins, awoke something in you and slowly you began to comprehend why A loved riding.Â
You had felt like a small bird taking its first flight through the skies.Â
When you both reached the parking lot to your apartment, you returned his helmet and a small part lingering inside you did not want to let it go. You enjoyed it and the freedom it brought you. Â
âThat was so fun! I canât believe it was that easy. Think I need to save me up for one of these,â You quipped patting the bike.Â
He throws his head back to let out an amused laugh, âOr I can just give you this one,â A tone of nonchalant laced through his voice.Â
You look at him baffled, âI wasââÂ
ââBut first we need to get you your license before IââÂ
ââAbsolutely not, I was jesting.â You snipped, making him roll his eyes with a slight pout drawing out his lips.
âYouâre stubborn and difficult, has anyone told you that?â You chortle thinking of the numerous times youâve been called that.Â
âPlenty of times but I reckon this wonât be the last.âÂ
He hums tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear, âI guess I have to fuck it out of you.â
You blink.
The hue of your cheeks increased tenfold, your feet and body became paralyzed to what he had just confessed.Â
Had he just said that to shut you up? If so it worked.Â
You didnât know how to respond to something as bold as that and to your inclination you lowered your head but the blonde behind you couldnât have that. You felt the tips of his fingers roughly grip your jaw to meet his gaze. The amethyst hue of his eye turned into a darker shade of violet as he eyed between your eyes then your lips.Â
Every part of you screamed for him to kiss you or to do something to appease the longing.Â
You instinctively parted your lips when his head began to dip towards your lips. The tip of his nose brushed delicately against your own then it slowly trailed to sniff at your neck, the sweet smell of spiced peaches.Â
âNyke jaelagon ao,â He whispered in his mother language.Â
âPÄr emagon issa,â You said before you mentally said âfuck itâ and knocked the wind out of him with a kiss.Â
He lets out a mix between a growl and a groan as he feels your wandering hands tugging the roots of his hair. Something you yearned to do ever since you saw how long and silky his hair was.Â
And Gods did it meet your expectations.Â
His lips moved against yours most ardently and with equal fervor. It was hungry and needy the way your teeth clashed with his, tongues dancing for dominance until you hissed when he bit your lower lip.Â
You melted into his warm embrace, deciding to tease him by rubbing your palm on his clothed length, detecting a damp patch. You shot your eyes open, separating away your lips.Â
âDid you just cum?â You panted heavily.Â
A smirked, âI came when you first got on the bike and I was about to cum right now.âÂ
You quirked a brow, âThatâs what did it for you?â Redness coated his cheeks and before you knew it his lips were on you again and his hands lifted the hem of your dress, exposing the black lacy panties you wore just for him.Â
âIncase you get lucky,â Your best friend Sara teased just the day before when you and her took a shopping trip to a Lysene lingerie store.Â
Through some imaginary telepathic communication, you thanked Sara.Â
He groaned feeling the wetness that gathered through your folds. You werenât just wet, you were dripping like honey on a hot summerâs day. A mischievous idea popped into his mind, something so lewd that made the head of his cock twitch with excitement.Â
You squealed as he swiftly turned you around and twisted the ignition switch on. Was he going to make you drive in this state?Â
âMove your panties to the side.â He commanded behind you.Â
You pushed away the curiosity and did what he bid you to do. âGood girl. Now lean forward a bit.â You shifted yourself forward until you could feel the warm metal of his seat pressing tenaciously at your bare cunt.Â
A gasp turned into drawn out moans as the blonde behind you revved the accelerator at a speed that made stars appear in your eyes. It felt good, so obscenely good that all thoughts about being in a public setting flew right over your head.Â
You began to grind yourself with the vibrations, creating as much friction to your bud as you could.Â
âThatâs it, darling,â He encouraged behind you, increasing power to the accelerator just enough for your arousal to coat his bike. âFuck yourself on my Dragon.âÂ
You clenched around nothing, whining as you felt the pure waves of ecstasy slithering down your spine. It was unlike anything you ever felt, not even the vibrator you owned made you topple over the edge.
In ten seconds or less, you loudly moaned, not caring who heard or saw you, as your legs shaked and the coil around your stomach loosened, cumming absolutely hard.Â
Your limbs felt entirely spent as if you ran three laps around Rhaenysâ hill.Â
âMmm, do not get too comfortable, now, darling.â He boasted smugly as his fingers scoop your honey to his lips, humming at the delicious taste. âI havenât even fucked you senseless yet and after witnessing this I want nothing more but to ruin your ability to walk straight for week.âÂ
A low whine escaped your lips at the thought of him roughly taking you. âIs that what you want?â He questioned, lowering the straps of your dress to expose your breasts to his gaze.Â
You sighed contently, feeling his tongue enclosing around your perk nipple. âYes please,â You tenderly loop your fingers through his hair.Â
âI promise I will never make you beg,â He murmurs against your breast, âBut you sound so pretty when you do.âÂ
He had kept true to his word as he not only bent you over his bike as he fucked you raw, but took you three more rounds on your couch, bed and shower until you absolutely passed out in his arms. And for the rest of the week you couldnât walk straight without limping. Thanks to Aemond Targaryen.Â
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Peter's bf having symbiote like abilities and using the tentacles to hold peter as you fuck him and using a tentacle to help dp hom
peter parker x symbiote!m!reader
cw. sub!peter, dom!reader, does this count as tentacle fucking?, masturbation, peter is extremely needy, double penetration.
note. i did notttt mean to turn this into a full fic đ. not proofread!
peter finds it incredibly hot that you even have those abilities and as you show him just how much you could really do with your own symbiote, he found it hard to keep his thoughts neutral.
heâd find himself zoning out and thinking about of it would feel for you to hold him down with the extra appendages. he thought about how it would feel, maybe for one of your tendrils to slide down to his hole as youâre fucking him⊠maybe even push in alongside your cock..
peter believed he had never been so horny in his life. the pressure and buildup was beginning to become too much, and he pursued the only option he felt like he had.
he lay in bed, pants and underwear pushed sloppily to his thighs. his legs were perched up a little for easier access to his hole. he was quick and disorganized in his movements, popping the cap on a bottle of lube and drizzling the contents over his fingers.
he held his shirt up with his teeth as he reached down and pressed past his tight ring of muscle. his mouth parts as a whine escapes; his fingers were no where near as fulfilling as yours but heâd just have to make due.
he fists his cock with vigor, fingers pumping in and out and making a wet squelch sound around the room. he hadnât a care in the world as he moaned out freely, whining and trembling.
âpeterâŠâ you tsked, and his eyes blinked open. making your way towards him, he only slows the movement of his hands. he doesnât have the control to stop completely. âcant.. haah- cant cum,â he whines, hips twitching as the fingers in his rear attempt to find his prostate.
âwhat has you so worked up love? poor thing, you canât even make yourself cum,â you murmured. he chews on his lip, head falling back so he wouldnât have to look you in the eyes.
âwanâ you and- and your symbiote.â he mumbles after s beat of silence. âhold me down and make me take y-you.. both of you,â he admits and you fight to hide the surprise on your face.
he finally stops touching himself, making an unintelligible noise in discomfort. breathing heavily, he feels a tendril gather his wrists and hold them above his head.
âif thatâs what you want, then who am i to deny my pretty spider a request?â you question, and he looks towards you with glossy eyes. settling between his thighs on the bed, you pull his pants and underwear all the way off, and do the same with your own clothing.
you were already hard within the confines of your pants, practically aching at the sight of peter. heâs begging under you, looking like the most sinful angel youâd ever seen; all exposed and in all of his glory.
you push into him, the copious amounts of lube heâd used made the slide easy. peter moans out in pure pleasure when you bottom out, thighs trembling at your sides.
you knew it wouldnât take long for him to cum, with how long heâd been working on himself before you even found him all needy.
after a couple beats of allowing nothing but peterâs moans to fill your ears, he speaks up; voice raspy and broken. âpleasee, wanâ you both, i can- i can take it.â he wails. you grinned, breathing heavily and deciding to fill his last request.
another tendril comes, teasing his taut and tensed body before circling his cock and moving further down where your own cock was pressing in and out of him.
you slowed down, allowing the tendril to push in a little before coming back out. the movement repeated a few times before it was able to slide in alongside your cock with no issue.
âlook at you, angel. stuffed fuckinâ full with all of me. you can barely even take it, can you?â and peter has no response.
his mouth opens wide; heâs never taken this much before. his body goes tense, and then immediately limp afterwards. he cums with a cry, practically sobbing at feeling so full.
youâre cumming nearly right after him. youâre pressing into him at the hilt and he keens at the feeling. letting your tendrils release him and flow back into you, peter is blissed out of his mind. you pull out, and he jolts a little and whines at the feeling of your cum dripping down the cleft of his ass.
âcome on pretty, we gotta get you cleaned up,â you coo, maneuvering peter so that he was cradled to your chest. âstay for a minute.â he whispers lowly, voice and brittle cracked with use. you hum into his hair and plant a kiss on his for head. âjust for a little then, angel.â
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Feeling a bit emotional and would really appreciate something short but sweet with Steve telling reader he's proud of them.
Youâve been through a lot. Itâs not nice to hear about all the bad things that have happened to you, how people have been cruel, or how youâve been alone, but Steve is grateful to get to know these things about you. He feels entrusted with something very important whenever you retell a bad memory; he can keep it, help carry it, take some of the weight from your burdened levy.Â
Heâs happy to do it, even in the moments where you forget all that stuff.Â
âYou did,â you insist, face pressed into the couch, a tired hand to his cheek as you stroke your smooth nail up and down his skin. It tickles badly. He never wants you to stop. âSteve, you knocked him on his ass. He had bruises.âÂ
âI donât remember,â he lies. He smashed into Dustin so hard during a game of baseball the poor younger boy didnât wanna play, and Steve was very sorry for the bruise he got to the coccyx afterward.Â
âNo, you wouldnât remember. Thatâs convenient.â Youâre just teasing, caressing his face, in a world of your own that Steve gets to be in too when heâs lucky.Â
He thinks everything of you âyouâre so sweet, so kind. Even now youâre lamenting that Dustin got bad bruises and tapping up to the corner of his eye with your fingertip, gentle, loving. He wonders how someone whoâs experienced the hardship that you have would be able to just walk it off, but then he remembers you donât walk it off. You carry it. Youâre carrying it as you speak, and you're smiling at him.Â
Youâre Steveâs best friend, his great love, all the heartfelt junk.Â
âI felt bad,â he says with a little laugh. âDoes that make it better? I did feel bad. He hit the floor so hard.â
âYour laugh makes me feel like you donât have enough remorse.âÂ
âIâm super remorseful.âÂ
Your fingertips slide into the hair just atop his ear, and you start the motions of a small scalp massage.Â
âYouâreââ Steve searches for the right word. Skirts around sincerity, and doubles back when nothing else conveys what he means. âYouâre pretty amazing.âÂ
âAnd amazingly pretty,â you murmur, tucking hair behind his ear and pulling it out again as you scratch his scalp, a repetitive motion.Â
âI donât tell you enough.â He slips down in his seat to be the same height as you, catching an eyeful of your soft jaw, your lips, every inch of you kissable. Â
âThatâs not the sort of thing you have to tell me,â you say.Â
Thereâs some awkwardness there. He really should tell you more. âIâm serious. Youâre amazing, youâre so kind. Everything thatâs happened to you, and youâre unstoppable.âÂ
Heâs aggrandising, a little, to get through it without sounding like a too sincere idiot, but then he notices your expression shift at his tone and decides he canât do that to you, because heâs not joking. He clears his throat.Â
âI didnât have much to do with it, but Iâm proud of you for everything. Youâre a good person, and you didnât have to be.â He holds your elbow to pause your ministrations against his scalp, leaning in to kiss your cheek gently, though he stays there, and his nose draws a line down to your lips.
You breathe in without saying anything.Â
ââŠYouâre proud of me?â you ask under your breath.Â
Maybe itâs weird, but he is. âI just think you couldâve turned into, like, a huge dick. But youâre you.â He puts all the weight on it. âYouâre amazing.âÂ
Your hand falls to his arm. âYou think so?âÂ
âOf course I do.â He steals a soft kiss before he puts his cheek beside yours, expecting your hug before you give it.Â
You wrap him up like a pretzel. âWhy are you saying this to me?â you ask worriedly.Â
âI just want you to know. Iâm always proud of you, and I donât know if I ever said it out loud. I think itâsâ itâs hard to get hurt so much and get up again, but you do.âÂ
âI guess youâd know about that,â you say, curling into him. Your hug is without stress nor worry, just a want to be close to him, your voice laden with warmth. âWe keep getting beat up. Maybe thatâs why weâre good together.âÂ
âAnd another hundred different reasons,â he says pointedly.Â
âThousand reasons,â you correct yourself. âThanks for thinking about me, baby.âÂ
With the way you say baby, Steve will be thinking of you for the rest of his life. âCan I rub your back?â he asks. Itâs your turn for some affection.Â
âOh, no, please donât rub my back, you know I hate that,â you say, sarcastic mumbling as you stretch against his chest.Â
Steve hooks you against him. âI know. Iâm the worst.âÂ
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saigeâs terrortober presentsâŠ
guardian
when one of the actors at a haunted house attraction gets a little too handsy, megumi doesnât hesitate to come to your aid.
megumi fushiguro x fem!reader
contents/warnings: non consensual groping (not from gumi), megumi and reader are in their early 20s, non-sorcerer!reader, violence, car sex, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, praise, sir kink, protective!megumi, a little hint of feral!megumi
wc: 2.1k
18+ MINORS DNI
âcome on, gumi, the next walk-through starts in five minutes!â
your boyfriend sighed as he let you pull him along towards the âhaunted houseâ you had wanted to go to for the past three weeks. he didnât really see the fun behind seeing a bunch of people pretend to be ghosts and demons when he fought (real) ones for a living, but he digressed. you didnât share the same extraordinary profession that he did, so these types of attractions were still a spectacle of scary excitement and adrenaline for you. megumi couldnât deprive you of the festive halloween experiences you sought out, nor would he ever pass up a chance to spend time with you.
thus, that is how he found himself being ushered into a hallway filled with plastic cobwebs, fake blood, and red lights everywhere.
your shoulders were tense, preparing for the inevitable jumpscare of an actor dressed to resemble a ghoul, zombie, or some other sort of terror. intertwining your fingers with the ravenette at your side, the two of you continued down the path.
he knew that the whole purpose of coming here was for you to get a little scare, but megumi still couldnât resist the urge to squeeze your hand and keep you close. this was all make-believe, he knows better than anyone, but the nerves he could sense radiating off of you were still very much real.
you yelped when an actor jumped out at you from around the corner, special effects makeup covering his face that made it look as if he was covered in gnashes. jolting back, you felt megumiâs arm wrap around your waist, keeping you from taking a tumble towards the floor. the actor receded back into the darkness he had been hiding in, leaving you to try and calm your racing heart. megumi remained as blank faced as ever, not even phased in the slightest.
âoh my goodness,â you breathed, regaining your balance.
after a few more frights, the rest of the haunted house became easier to navigate because you knew what to expect. the jumpscares werenât as alarming anymore, and you even found yourself starting to nervously laugh out of anticipation when you knew one was coming up. your giggles even had a smile coming onto your boyfriendâs face, his chest feeling warm at the sight of you having a good time.
running out of crimson colored hallways to walk down, the two of you were finally nearing the exit of the attraction. the double doors leading outside were left open, and you could see signage pointing towards a pumpkin patch and a corn maze. you gasped in delight.
âlook, gumi, we can go pick our pumpkins out!â
you took off, dashing towards the exit in excitement. megumi sighed, figuring heâd catch up to you once the two of you were out of the haunted house.
unbeknownst to you both, there was one more actor hiding in the dark, a final fright for those who bravely made it to the end.
and unfortunately for you, this guy wasnât only a creep because of his costume.
his breath heavy with the scent of alcohol, the actor smirked when he saw you trotting towards his hiding spot. megumi wasnât in his line of sight yet, so he had no idea he was trailing behind.
âa pretty little thing all alone in this place?â the sleaze thought to himself. âmust be my lucky day.â
you shrieked when the man jumped out at you, mentally cursing yourself for not staying on your guard until the very end. oh well, at least it's all just pretend-
you felt your body freeze when a pair of gloved hands attached themselves to your chest.
âdamn, arenât you fine,â disgustingly warm breath fanned against your ear, and you felt a true scream start to tear its way up your throat only to die on your tongue when the body pressed against your back was ripped away from you.
you watched in shock as megumi shoved your assailant up against the wall, sending his fist into his face once, then twice, then three times. he kept going.
âgumi!â you yelled, trying to pull your boyfriend out of his rage-filled trance. the guy had his hands up in surrender, pleads coming from behind his mask. the shikigami summoner, however, wasnât letting up.
you finally ran up to him, grabbing onto his elbow before he can deliver another punch. âMEGUMI! i think he got the lesson.â
dark blue eyes blinked before turning to look down at you, a frown on your face. he took note of the tremors in your grip on his arm. megumi mentally kicked himself for not checking on you first. he always sought to improve his character, but whenever he saw your safety threatened he found himself reverting back to the violence that plagued his younger years.
âlove,â he began slowly, concern etched into every corner of his face.
you sniffled. âcan we just get out of here?â
the sorcerer let the creep fall to the ground, crumbling up like the trash he was. placing a gentle hand on the small of your back, your boyfriend led you away from the haunted house and towards the car.
he thought about telling the siteâs management, but you were clearly still shaken, so he decided for your sake heâd get you into the comfort of his audi as soon as possible. he would still report the incident later, however. that man needed to face formal consequence. beating him wasnât enough to satisfy megumi, who swore to himself every night you fell asleep in his arms and every morning you woke up still wrapped in them that he would keep you safe from anything.
he couldnât help but feel like he failed at that tonight.
opening the passenger door for you, megumi helped you into your seat before closing you in and getting into the car himself. he immediately turned to you.
âare you alright?â
such a stupid question to ask. of course you werenât, the misty hue of your eyes confirmed so. he couldn't think of the right words to say in this situation, but when those always failed him, megumi resorted to the method he could always depend on to better express himself: actions.
those always spoke louder, anyways.
he reached a hand out, placing it on your thigh before giving a comforting squeeze. he knew there was a chance you may not want to be touched right now, but if you had a problem with his affections he knew youâd make it known.
a sense of accomplishment washed over him when you placed your hand on top of his. âthank you, gumi.â
âyou donât need to thank me. itâs my responsibility to protect you.â
he almost made a comment about how he should have done a better job, but he held his tongue. right now it was about you. throwing himself a pity party would do nothing to lift your spirits.
âwell, i still want to say thank you,â you said, a small smile coming onto your face as you shifted towards him. âmy knight in shining armor deserves some gratitude.â
megumi hummed in acceptance, the two of you sitting in silence for a minute before he spoke again.
âi hope i broke his fucking nose.â
that earned a laugh from you, catching him by surprise. âall this time i thought gojo was making up all those stories about you in middle school, but i guess i was wrong.â
âwhatever he told you, please forget.â
âyou know, i dont think i want to,â you said with a smirk.
now that the distress of the situation had ebbed away some, your mind was able to ponder more on your boyfriend going full fight club on the guy. seeing him get aggressive like that was honestlyâŠvery sexy. you couldnât really appreciate in the moment, but now reminiscing on the wild semblance in his eyes and the sheer force behind his hits had your thighs starting to press together.
megumi noticed the gesture when he felt his fingers become squished between your thighs. he raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
âdo you want something from me?â he asked, the heat of your skin paired with the adrenaline from earlier sending his brain into overdrive.
you pouted your lip out at him. âwant you to touch me, âgumi.â
âare you sure?â
âyes, sir. need you to make me feel better, please.â
the title made his cock twitch in his pants. the hand that had been resting on your thigh slowly began to glide up your skin, dipping under the hem of your skirt and gingerly tracing the edge of the lace covering your heat.
he saw you start to squirm in your seat, chest puffing out at the effect he had on your body. finally slipping a finger into your panties, his index drew slow circles around your clit.
your head tipped back against the seat, a breathy whine leaving you. the appendage doting on your bud then drifted down into your cunt, his middle finger joining as well. he pumped them at a steady fast, beginning to pick up speed once they started to reach deeper.
âfuck, that feels so good, sir!â
âyeah? âm glad, love.â
he could feel your pussy start to soak his fingers, the mess between your legs growing wetter by the second. it would probably get on the seat, but he could worry about that later. right now his sweet girl needed him.
you felt the coil in your gut begin to tighten, megumiâs fingers continuing to fuck you open. he knew how to use them so well, years of summoning his shikigami paying off with the most dexterous fingers youâve ever had the pleasure of welcoming into your cunt.
thus, imagine your disappointment when you felt his hand detach from your heat.
before you could protest, you felt his arousal-coated fingers prod at your lower lip.
âclean them,â he gently commanded.
you did as you were told, taking the appendages into your mouth as your tongue swept up your own glaze. you released them with a pop.
âsuch a good girl.â
you let out a small squeak of surprise as you felt megumi easily lift you from your seat and bring you into his lap, chests pressed together.
âgood girls deserve to cum on a cock, yeah?â
you nodded quickly, excitement rattling you at the thought of getting filled up.
megumi slid his pants down below his hips, freeing his aching dick from his boxers before pushing your thong to the side.
âsit on it, love.â
lowering yourself onto his cock, you moaned as you felt the familiar stretch. he always stuffed you so perfectly, the heat in your stomach already starting to pool at the sensation.
moving your head to rest in the crook of his neck, megumi placed both of his hands on your hips. he began to move you up and down on his lap as if you were weightless, jackhammering up into your pussy whenever he brought you back down. you practically screamed when you felt how deep he was going.
your boyfriend was panting. god, you always felt so perfect around him. he was never sure what he thought about the idea of fate or soulmates, but everytime you welcomed him into your cunt, he could have sworn you were made for each other.
his lovesick thoughts led his thrusts to become harder, megumiâs sole focus being to ensure you could feel how much you meant to him through every grip of his fingers, every breath from his lips, every plunge of your pelvises.
âi love you,â he whispered into your ear, eyes practically blown feral. âdamn, i love you so much. forever and always. gonna keep you safe, gonna keep you happy- fuck.â
you mewled at all the pussydrunk confessions tumbling out of him. âlove you, too, gumi! love you, love you- ah!â
his tip hitting that golden spot now, your legs starting to shake around his.
âif i ever see someone touch you again, iâm putting them six feet fucking under.â
ânng, sir!â
âyouâre mine.â
the dam finally broke, your cunt clamping down on his dick as your orgasm tore through you as if it were a monsoon. the sensation of you creaming around him sent your boyfriend over the edge next, megumi filling you up as you continued to be flooded with pleasure.
the two of you sat there in content quiet, megumi running his hand up your back to try and soothe you as you both recovered. you lifted your head up, gazing at him with droopy eyes.
âdid you mean it?â
his brow furrowed. âmean what?â
âputting someone six feet under. would you actually do it?â
he wrapped you in an embrace, bringing your tired body to rest against his.
âwithout hesitation.â
âââ
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Eternal Flame (3) - Scream
Jenna Ortega x Female Reader
Summary: For her itâs a passion, for you itâs an accident. And as she continues shining brighter and brighter with each role you are left mesmerized, drawn to her flame and cherishing every time she lets herself be vulnerable with you.
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-Scream! When the fire burns me, when it's hard to break free-
The second day of filming the hospital scene began, the most physically demanding scene of the movie, and while you went over the different fight choreographies you still werenât set on what exactly you all wanted to accomplish. Since youâd be filming taking Jenna to the elevator and the entire aftermath of the emotional scene later Melissa and David, as well as Jenna and the stunt doubles for Ghostfaces were there as well.
âYou sure you donât need a stunt double for these?â David asked you as you took a stretched a bit to warm up. You could see some concern on Jenna and Melissaâs faces and you gave them both a quick grin.
You nodded, dropping down to stretch your legs. âThese are fun for me, and weâve got wires for more dangerous stunts,â everything else was basically a simulated fight scene. When you thought about it, Logan was a lot more demanding, you had to slide, and jump, and be agile, as well as act feral. This was controlled, trained, precise, pretty much safe.
âWe can always find a double, or tone it down if youâre not sure about something,â Matt assured you, making you nod again.
âAppreciate it,â you grinned and high-fived the Ghostfaces. âLetâs do this,â you got in the position with one of the stuntmen, you couldnât really figure out which one was which now that they were masked.
âTake 1, action!â
You pushed the Ghostface into the wall, quickly going in with faking a couple of punches meant to take advantage of Amber being caught off guard and having air knocked out of her lungs. Your character was supposed to be angry, seeking revenge for what was done to Tara, so your hits were supposed to be brutal. You caught the stunt doubleâs wrist as he faked trying to stab you and pushed his arm up, before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down. You lifted your knee, making it look like you just kneed him in the guts.
You had to give it to the stunt doubles, they sure knew how to do their job. He made it easy for you to fake lifting him up and slamming him onto the floor, while at the same time avoiding actually getting hurt. The second stunt double joined in, jumping in from the shadowy corner and lunging forward, as Richie was meant to save Amber from C/N and try to stab her. You whipped your head toward the man and gritted your teeth in frustration. You were down on one knee, the position wasnât the best for it, but you jumped to your feet, skidding back and quickly regaining your footing as you bounced back to put some distance between the two of them and you.
âCowards,â you spat. âWhich one of you was it? The one who hurt Tara?â you demanded, furious as they both got up and wiped their knives, even if your character was yet to be cut. Ghostfaces were supposed to remain silent, going for the intimidation tactic. âNo, it doesnât matter, youâre both going to pay anyway,â damn, that line was corny, but you still delivered it with utmost seriousness.
They rushed you, and the scene turned into the coordinated chaos, with you, at one point, kneeing one Ghostface, making him bend forward, only to jump over him and kick the other one into the wall. Impressive that you could do it, but entirely unnecessary and dangerous.
More importantly it made your character look too strong, too untouchable by not just one, but two Ghostfaces.
âCut!â Matt yelled once the scene was over and the three of you stopped and took a moment to catch your breaths.
âAre you both okay?â you asked, seeing as they did have to take some pain. Sure, each hit was faked, barely even touching the costumes, but being pushed against the wall or falling to the floor still could have hurt them.
Both of them nodded before all three of you went back to the directors and the rest of the cast.
âMaybe tone it down?â Tyler considered and you genuinely agreed.
As he and Matt went over the footage you went to your chair next to Jenna. âWe probably should tone it down,â you said mostly to your co-stars and grinned when Jenna patted you on the shoulder.
âYou were amazing,â she lightly squeezed your shoulder.
âJenna here couldnât take her eyes off you,â Melissa just had to tease the younger actress.
And Jenna? She predictably got shy and averted her eyes, instead choosing to focus on the bandages put around her hand due to Taraâs injury.
âIt is a cool fight scene, a bit over the top, but cool,â you came to her rescue, though you really were completely sure that was why Jenna got so invested. She loved movies, she loved all of this, the filming, the choreographies, the process of creating each and every scene and you werenât sure how many fight scenes like this one she got to watch being filmed before.
Matt and Tyler came over. âOkay, weâre toning it down, making it more grounded and less flashy,â Tyler explained and brought the fight coordinators along. So, you all ended up coming up with a subtler, more realistic fight. With your character ducking instead of jumping around, with light nudges to redirect the hits instead of over-the-top movement and a quick fight scene, instead of drawing it out. It would save time for more character building moments and plot, so that worked as well.
âOne more thing, the part after Amber runs out of bullets and C/N breaks her mask, do you think we can pull off a big finale? Like C/N jumping and grabbing the neck, pulling both of them to the floor and slamming the mask against the floor to crack it?â Matt asked, mostly the stunt coordinator.
âNot that flashy,â she moved to where that part of the scene was supposed to play out. âJenna would be lying here, her wheelchair would be over here,â she pointed at each spot. âWe donât have the spot for Y/N to land without landing on Jenna or the wheelchair,â she turned to you. âThink you can crack the mask with a punch and make it look like a big ending of the fight?â
You thought it over for a few moments. âA haymaker will do the job,â you spoke confidently, but honestly, you werenât entirely sure. You sure as hell could give it a try though.
Matt nodded. âWeâll use a mannequin for both the practice and the filming, give it a good punch Y/N,â he instructed, and you hopped to your feet as they got the mannequin ready. You went over the instructions one last time and got in the position on the floor, right after your character managed to push Richie off her back.
âReady?â Matt asked and you nodded.
âReady,â you ran forward, building up the momentum, and pulling your fist back. It might actually hurt to do this, it might actually leave a bruise, or a cut on your knuckles, but you were ready for that. You didnât slow down, fully embracing the turmoil and adrenaline your character would be feeling and slammed a haymaker into the mask. A loud crack resounded through the hospital floor and you stumbled forward, your left foot skidding with a loud screech across the floor as you tried to stop yourself and continue with the scene, since you would need to immediately go to Jenna and pick her up. The mannequin fell onto the floor, bouncing once from the force of the impact, mask cracked, but not broken, and you grinned, satisfied with the results.
~X~
By the time you were done with the action scenes you were actually fairly tired, seeing as you had to go from simulating a fighting scene to carrying Jenna around, which wasnât difficult, but your arms were starting to ache as you finally lowered her down in front of the hospital.
âGood job everyone! Weâre wrapping up for today!â and you were, you and Jenna did lots of scenes today, as did Melissa and David. David even had his death scene so he would soon be leaving the set. You were going to miss him, he was always pleasant to hang out with, but that was the nature of this, actors would come and go according to how big their role was.
For example, the one actress that was going to join the cast for a very brief period, playing Susan, was none other than Emma Thompson. You raised an eyebrow when you read that, not really able to remember her ever doing a horror. Granted, Susan was about as removed from the horror elements as she could be in this movie. Regardless, youâd be lying if you said you werenât looking forward to working with the British actress.
Jenna looked worried and you just realized you could feel the stinging sensation in your hand, you looked down and, frankly, you saw it coming, noticed there was a small bruise on your knuckle. âHey, itâll be fine, just need to ice it for a bit,â you winked, assuring her.
âCome on, Iâll help you,â you could hear the determination in her tone as she took your left hand and pulled you along, back to the hotel and her room.
~X~
Jenna trusted Matt and Tyler, trusted their vision for the movie, but she didnât expect the fight scene, barely described in the script, to turn into what she saw earlier. She caught herself watching it closely, impressed by it all, it looked like a dangerous dance where one step out of line could have gotten someone hurt.
And you got hurt.
Not in the staged fight scene, but hitting the mannequin several times to get the desired outcome.
You were sitting in front of Jenna at her table, your knees touching as Jenna held an icepack on your knuckle. âYou looked like you were having fun,â Jenna pointed out, choosing to look at your face instead of the bruise. While you were filming you had that serious, angry look in your eyes, flawlessly portraying the rage your character was meant to feel, but the moment the filming stopped you just snapped back to how you usually were, sweet, friendly, happy to be doing this, and it was clear you had fun filming today.
Even if Jenna was on the edge of her seat whenever you did a more demanding stunt. Even if she herself gave heart attacks to stunt coordinators. She understood why you loved doing it, she loved doing her stunts as well, but you sure could move. More importantly, she found herself drawn more and more to you, to the way you treated everyone, and the way you constantly made sure both of the stuntmen were fine after each take.
She watched you glancing to the side, lightly scratching your cheek. You were embarrassed, even a bit nervous. âItâs a safe release, I guess. Training, martial arts, action scenes,â you confessed something Jenna could have guessed, but seeing how nervous you were to say it made her appreciate it even more. Knowing you were comfortable enough to be open with her made her smile.
âMaybe try not to get bruises next time,â she teased, light-hearted, clearly joking, and you laughed, seeing the teasing for what it was, and accepting it completely.
âAnd miss out on you treating me? Iâm not that dumb,â you teased right back, and Jenna rolled her eyes.
Even if the slight blush on her face annoyed her a lot more than she dared to admit. She put the icepack away and instead just placed her hand on top of your own. She looked at you, expecting you to either say something or pull your hand back, but you just grinned as she tried not to smile. âYouâre just,â she huffed, smiling despite trying her best not to show how quickly all her defenses came down when it came to you.
âIâm just?â you asked, leaning in slightly as if she was about to tell you a secret.
âIâm not saying,â she shrugged, completely certain that she wouldnât say it, wouldnât give into your questioning.
You frowned, as if offended by her rejection and then just leaned back. Though you didnât move your hand even the slightest bit. âFine, I donât want to know anyway,â the nonchalant tone of your voice actually annoyed her.
âWha- oh come on, at least try harder,â she knew she was pouting like a child, playing a game with you, not taking this seriously, instead just having fun and acting more her age than she usually did.
You just grinned, that same cheeky grin she caught you having when you were having fun and for a moment, just for one moment, she slipped her fingers between yours, interlocking them for a brief moment before pulling away, ignoring how her heart hammered in her chest.
~X~
You could feel the frustration on set as all four of you left your positions once more. The two stuntmen once more wearing Ghostface costumes and you and Jenna, meant to wrap up the hospital scene with the emotional part of it all.
And you couldnât get it right.
Either one of the Ghostface lines would get messed up, or someone would miss a cue. Then Jennaâs voice broke once, and you just couldnât get into your character. So, you ended up taking a fifteen-minute break to hopefully get it right next time. You could see Jenna close to you, picking at the string of her hospital gown, clearly in her head, focusing entirely on the scene you were yet to get right while listening to music.
You let her, trusting her to get through whatever was blocking her on her own. And it wasnât that there was one of you constantly failing, it just felt like there was always one thing missing, one moment to make everything else fit together and push the scene as high as it could possibly go.
You noticed your phone buzzing in your jacket hanging over your chair and pulled it out. You got a message and since you were on a break you figured you might as well read it now.
17:21 On-screen Dad: How are you doing?
You smiled and typed a quick reply, assuring Hugh you were fine and asking how he and his family were doing. More importantly, the message brought you back to filming Logan and you remembered watching Hugh act, going from broken, dying Logan back to himself in an instant. He looked the same physically, but the way he carried himself completely switched the feel of it. You learnt so much from him during those months, and you would use that now as well. You didnât get the feel of ferocious anger from C/N, and the scene demanded it, but you were more than familiar with playing ferocious anger.
âOkay, break is over, letâs try again,â Tyler announced.
You caught Jenna glancing at you and you gave her a thumbs up and a grin, sure that this time youâd be closer to acting out the scene that would work.
You didnât slip into C/N, you slipped into Laura, and then it just clicked as the scene began playing out.
âFuck you,â Jenna gritted out when Ghostface was meant to taunt Tara that C/N didnât protect her and you felt the prop knife touching the left side of your back, prompting you to gasp for breath but not scream. You widened your eyes, acting like you were in shock and pain.
The focus was on Jenna as she expertly delivered the pain, the despair Tara felt as Ghostface told her she would need to shoot your character.
When the gun was pointed at you and Jenna whimpered you followed the directorsâ cue and gasped, and while the camera focused on Jenna you quickly tossed the shirt you had on aside in favor of the more damaged one. You all wanted to do this in one take, so this was the solution.
"I'll do anything else, whatever you ask, just please not this!" you were amazed at how hoarse Jenna could make her voice. Not to mention all the emotional range she was showing right now, and it was bringing more out of you as well. "Please, anything but this!"
The scene went on, uninterrupted, you felt like you had it, like this was the take you needed. "I don't know what you are screaming about, Tara. You got what you wanted right? You didn't kill Y/N," the words and the prop knife messing around Jennaâs bandaged hand were your signal.
Channeling Laura, as well as letting Jennaâs shouts pull something out of you worked. âStop that!â you raged, akin to a wild wounded beast, so intense it almost frightened even you and nearly made Jenna herself break the character. It wasnât meant to sound that raw, but the scene continued.
She recovered, as great as she was, acting like she was having an asthma attack, and you could see she researched it for days until she could get all the symptoms right.
âTara!â and carried by the intensity of the previous scream you yelled, desperation clear in your voice. It was a harrowing cry, of someone fearing the loss of their loved one, of the only person they had in the world. "You won! I can't fight back! Just let her go!"
And then, when it came the time to top even that, to escalate it even further, to have Jenna show Taraâs dedication to your character despite the asthma, she delivered. Jenna pleaded, her voice sounding like she was choking, drowning, unable to draw breath, yet just as desperate as you were. For a moment you even believed she was having an asthma attack, that was how good she was. The scene felt easy after that as you skipped the action part of the scene and picked Jenna up, while faking that it was difficult and stepped back into the hospital room.
âCut!â Tyler yelled and you dropped down onto the floor, emotionally drained from all the takes. Luckily you really did everything out of order, so the following part of the scene between you and Jenna was already filmed. It was over, you were done with what was likely the most difficult scene of the movie. âGreat job! Jenna, Y/N, that was incredible. Weâll continue tomorrow, you both deserve to rest,â he said, before congratulating the rest of the crew present on the long day of work.
âY/N?!â Jenna jumped to her feet the moment she noticed you were slumped on the floor, and you just gave her a thumbs up. You just had to take a moment to breathe, sure Logan was intense at times, but you were a kid, and it was a lot different filming the emotional scenes in Logan than it was here.
âIâm okay, that was just intense,â you gave her a slightly tired, but still reassuring smile and she relaxed, sitting back down on the bed, the exhaustion now present in her eyes as well. âAnd youâve been doing intense scenes for years, damn, youâre amazing,â you thought about the scene she had in You, and from what you knew her upcoming movie was filled with scenes like that. Frankly, you admired her talent. You got up and sat down next to her, before falling back onto the bed.
âIâm anything but amazing,â she dared to say and you abruptly sat up, in fact you sat up so quickly she turned and looked at you, her eyes wide as you watched her intensely.
âYou are, and Iâll keep saying that until I get it into your head,â you promised, the tips of your fingers touching hers.
Jenna opened her mouth and then closed it, before finally regaining her composure. âThanks, Y/N,â she muttered. âYouâll sleep really well tonight, youâll see. Scenes like this are draining,â she promised, and you nodded, trusting her entirely.
~X~
Jenna was right, you just barely managed to get ready for bed. Hell, you were surprised you didnât fall asleep on your feet. Your phone buzzed as you crawled under the covers and you nearly ignored it, but for some reason you reluctantly took it and saw it was a message on Instagram from Jenna.
23:46 Jenna Ortega: Hey, are you asleep?
23:46 Y/N L/N: Barely hanging on
23:47 Jenna Ortega: Oh, sorry, sleep well, Y/N.
That woke you up and you pressed the call button. It rang a few times and then she picked up. âPlease go to sleep,â she opened with that and despite still being a bit sleepy you chuckled.
âTell me whatâs up?â you asked, sitting up so you wouldnât fall asleep in the middle of the call.
âI just wanted to wish you good night,â for an actress she sucked at lying, and you just grinned.
âJen, tell me whatâs really going on?â you asked as you got comfortable.
She remained silent for a bit, before sighing. âI, I think Iâm suffering from insomnia, I canât fall asleep and I wasnât sure who else to call. I donât want to worry my family, and I just, I donât know, I,â she huffed, frustrated, and you just gave her time, letting her sort her thoughts out. âWe filmed so many scenes together, and I know you are tired, but I just impulsively sent that message. I was hoping you were already asleep,â she told you.
You nodded, too late realizing she couldnât see you. âDo you want to talk? Maybe youâll have easier time falling asleep like that?â you suggested, not really sure what would help with insomnia. Youâd have to search that up tomorrow.
âYou donât mind?â she asked, prompting you to reassure her and tell her you definitely didnât mind. âTell me a bit about yourself? Something I donât know? Like how did you get into cooking and martial arts? Or the role you did before C/N?â so she was curious about those things.
âHm, letâs see. I spent a lot of my time at my neighborâs house, playing with the siblings living there. Their mother was a great cook and would always make us snacks, either pastries or cookies, or cake, I never saw some of those recipes in my life. Well, it was natural, they emigrated from the Balkans decades ago, when she was a child if I remember correctly,â you began the tale of your childhood. Those were happy times. Youâd hang out with them, your parents spent time with their parents, and somewhere along the way Barbara came into the picture as well. It was just the four of you, making your own little friend group.
Jenna hummed, sounding a lot more interested than sleepy.
âI fell in love with the recipes, and she was willing to teach me. So, when I wasnât playing with her children Iâd learn how to cook from her, starting with easier things and gradually moving onto the various cakes and pastries. It was freeing, I needed to focus, I needed to be precise, to keep practicing so I could improve, and I guess I needed that at that age,â you were a bit of a hyperactive kid, never really latching on to something long enough to get really good at it, but you were drawn to cooking. It was fun, making something and being able to eat it, or share it.
âYou got really good at it, I still havenât seen you being lazy about it either,â Jenna pointed out, causing you to laugh.
âOh, trust me, I had plenty of days where I went for low-effort meals,â and you did it kinda regularly. In fact, you were surprised it hasnât happened since you came here to film Scream. No matter how tired you were if you chose to cook you didnât settle for a quick meal.
âYeah? Could it have something to do with your co-star that would never, ever, steal something off your plate?â Jenna laughed, and your silence only made her laugh harder.
âNever, yes, that co-star would never, ever do that,â you replied dryly and heard her slapping her pillow as she tried to muffle her laughter. You couldnât help but crack a smile at that, even if it really wasnât helping with her insomnia. Unless it was relaxing her, and that helped, in which case you were glad you could get her to laugh, but again, you had no idea how to deal with someoneâs insomnia.
Jennaâs been eating most of her meals with you, and while you always made a plate for her, sheâd sometimes just go and trade something from her plate for the very same thing on your plate before you even started eating.
âOkay, okay, what about martial arts?â she asked as she calmed down.
âIt was fun, and I was active as a child. It was pretty much the only thing that consistently kept me interested, well somewhat. I could never focus on just one, so I ended up going with mixed martial arts, you know, jack of all trades master of none type of deal. Feel like that kinda fits me,â you had to train and prepare for Logan, and then you just continued, and it was probably one of the better decisions you made. With time you became good enough to work at a local gym in Denver, so, maybe master of none wasnât exactly right, but it took a lot of time to get to that point.
âYou know how they continue that saying. Though oftentimes better than master of one. You look like you really know what youâre doing,â Jenna, as she usually did, found any excuse to compliment people around her, you included. Thatâs just how she was, wanting to brighten peopleâs days, make them feel good, while still being completely honest about her compliments.
âThanks, Jen,â you could tell she was slowly getting sleepy and considered just talking about nothing in particular until she fell asleep, but she had other ideas.
âWhat about your previous role?â she asked and you hummed.
You feared saying you were in Logan would stir her awake and prolong the conversation instead of helping her fall asleep. âSo, I was thirteen, and frankly, I didnât have that many lines,â not a single lie there, you didnât speak for over ninety minutes, instead only screaming and glaring. âBut it was the most fun I probably ever had and Iâm still in touch with Hugh and Patrick, Hugh especially,â hell, you were talking with Hugh on your phone just an hour earlier.Â
âThat sounds-â Jenna tried to reply, but instead she yawned and you didnât push her to try again. Eventually, you caught the sound of Jennaâs breathing evening out.
âSweet dreams, Jen,â you smiled and closed your eyes, letting the long-awaited sleep overtake your exhausted body.Â
~X~
The sound of the alarm going off woke her up and Jenna blinked, slightly dazed and confused. How many days has it been since she slept all the way to her alarm? And she actually fell asleep around midnight, so almost full eight hours of sleep. It was no wonder she felt refreshed and well-rested.
She turned the alarm off and stretched with a smile on her face, she would mostly be filming with Melissa today, so it was going to be fun to tackle that side of Taraâs character as well. She had several emotional scenes with Melissa, and one of the bigger ones was scheduled for today, the one where Sam tells Tara the truth. She was looking forward to working with Melissa more, as the older actress absolutely took on the older sister role in real life as well and Jenna honestly felt like this was one of the better filming experiences she had.
The whole cast just clicked, and the already made group chat was already filled with messages, from funny behind the scenes bits to memes and videos from different social media. Jenna had to admit she didnât go through every message, mostly missing out on the social media shares, but she definitely saved a bunch of behind the scenes photos.
Just as she thought that she noticed a notification from late hours of the last night, it was a couple of photos from the past few days of shooting. Melissa took a few photos, David walking around with the fake blood all over him and chatting with the stuntmen that just âkilledâ him, you stretching and getting ready for your action scene, as well as a video of herself on the floor holding back a laugh when you stumbled a bit too far after punching the mannequin, and she wouldnât have found it funny if you didnât get super annoyed. It was the best take yet and you, in your own words, stumbled like a fucking newbie so far you were surprised you were still in the shot. It was a glorious speech of dramatically letting out the frustration over a perfect punch being wasted on an awful ending, only spurred on by Jenna desperately trying to stifle her laugh.
She smiled at that memory, now realizing that, while the initial complaint was genuine, the rest of it was so ridiculous the only explanation that could have worked was that you simply wanted to make her laugh. And she was thankful for it. The video didnât capture the failed take, or the initial sentence, but it did have most of the speech, as well as Jennaâs reaction, so she went and sent the video to her mom.
~X~
Melissa was absolutely sure you could have been a cook with how good the small bite sized snacks you made were. Mikey and Jasmin brought two bowls of and a plate of different flavored and shaped snacks, some that were pastries, some that were balls made up of different ingredients, some that were held together by toothpicks. And each and every one she tried was tasty. Pretty much everyone was there as Jack and Mason once again took on the role of getting setting up everything so they could watch a movie.
The only people missing were you, still in the kitchen, wrapping up serving the sweet snacks, and Jenna, who was still in her room on the call with her family. Melissa glanced toward the door, hoping to see the younger actress walking through the door. âJenna misses her family, doesnât she?â Melissa asked Courtney who was sitting next to her.
âThis is the first time sheâs filming this far from home, right?â they pretty much all knew it. Sure, Jenna was fiercely independent, but independence had nothing to do with missing your loved ones, and she was missing them. Melissa kind of hoped Jenna would use the weekend off to go and see them, but things didnât work out in the end.
âIâm sure it is,â she answered, about 90% sure of her answer. âI think I should go and see if she wants to join us,â she got up when Courtney nodded.
âMelissa weâre about to start!â Jack called after her.
âJust getting Jenna, wait for ten minutes,â she requested and smiled when he gave her a thumbs up. When she walked out into the hall she saw you coming from the kitchen, carrying two plates filled with wonderful, sweet snacks.
âWhatâs up?â you asked, tilting your head.
âOh, just figured I could try and get Jenna to come and join us,â you got serious the moment she replied, and Melissa found herself taking more and more notice of how you reacted to Jenna. âIâve got this, you go and sit, youâve done more than enough,â she patted you on the back and made her way toward Jennaâs room. For whatever reason you didnât put up a fight and actually did as you were told, whether because you trusted Melissa to take care of it, or because you didnât want to be too obvious, or for some other reason, she didnât know, but you let it be.
 She knocked on Jennaâs door and waited for a bit for Jenna to open them. âHey, I thought you guys were watching a movie?â Jenna said, clearly puzzled when she opened the door.
Melissa shrugged. âItâs not the same without you, are you still talking to your parents?â
Jenna shook her head, but there was definitely a tiny blush on her face.
âCome on, Y/N made a bunch of snacks, and I think weâre watching the original Scream tonight,â Melissa offered her hand to Jenna and smiled when Jenna nodded.
âCanât miss that,â Jenna figured and so the two of them went back to the break room.
When they joined everyone, they saw Jack was ready to play the movie and so they quickly went to their usual seats. Melissa went back to sit down next to Courtney and Jenna went to the sofa a bit further back where you were sitting. She took her slippers off and sat down, leaning slightly against you as you took a blanket that was next to you and gave it to Jenna.
And the strangest thing about it? It wasnât the first time this had happened. Well, not her going to get Jenna, but the rest. Jenna sitting right next to you, with your arms touching while you made sure she was warm and comfortable. You didnât know each other before the chemistry test, that much Melissa knew, but she still raised an eyebrow. Were the two of you closer than she guessed? Like, together? Or considering a relationship at the very least? A need to be protective over Jenna overcame her, you were a good person, kind, pleasant, but you still only knew each other for less than three weeks and she was worried if you were rushing.
Either way, when she saw Jenna grinning at something you whispered in her ear, Melissa figured she might be worried over nothing. Jenna looked happy, and besides, she had no proof something was going on between you. She did glance back a few times, though, as subtly as she could. She couldnât hear you, but she saw Jenna leaning her head down on your shoulder and quickly pulling away, as if caught by surprise by her own action.
She could read an apology from Jennaâs lips, but you just gave her a quick one-armed hug and reassured her it was fine. Probably not together then.
~X~
One of the most ironic things about acting was just how easy it was for Jenna to remove herself from the scene. She wasnât Jenna Ortega, she was Tara Carpenter, and Tara had no issues with sleeping in C/Nâs arms, so she, as Tara, spent hours with you lying next to her and she had no issues with it. But the moment she wasnât acting she ended up being embarrassed over accidentally leaning her head on your shoulder.
You didnât mind. Of course you didnât, you just made sure she was comfortable once more. You and Jenna were in the kitchen at the moment, preparing a quick snack. Jenna was cutting various fruits into small cubes for the fruit salad while you were whipping the cream.
âI think thisâll do,â she said, proud of the large bowl of fruit she got ready just as you turned the hand-held mixer off.
You nodded, glancing at the fruit with unconcealed approval. âItâs perfect, thanks for helping me out,â you grinned at her and Jenna just rolled her eyes, brushing the compliment off. Of course she was going to help you, you were friends. Very good friends at this point, and Jenna wasnât afraid to admit she cared about you, a lot. So, no, you didnât need to thank her, she was actually glad to spend time with you like this.
She accidentally pushed a knife off the table and without thinking you tried to catch it. Her eyes widened and she reached out, grabbing your hand before you got the chance to even touch the knife with the tips of your fingers, keeping it away from the falling knife and letting it drop onto the tiles. âAre you okay?â she asked and was genuinely surprised by the shocked expression on her face.
A falling knife has no handle. Jenna knew that, and she knew you must have known that as well, but something must have distracted you to make you try and catch it. âShit, that was dumb,â you shook your head in disbelief. âThanks for stopping me, Jen,â you smiled at her, and she didnât move; neither did you, instead you just stood like that, with her hand holding your own. âJust reflex,â she nodded when you said that, frankly surprised she was quick enough to stop you.
âItâs okay, nothing happened,â she tried to ignore her anxiety that you could have been cut, gotten hurt. She ignored her fear and just tried to ground herself in the moment by repeating that nothing happened in her head.
âStill, thanks,â you squeezed her hand lightly and then let go so you could pick up the knife and Jenna tried her best to get the image of your hand bleeding, of the worst case scenario, out of her head before it consumed her. Your eyes met for a moment and she could have sworn she saw concern in your eyes. âHey, stay with me in the moment, okay?â you reached up, rubbing her shoulder and pulling her a bit closer. âEverything is okay, neither of us got hurt,â your words did little to make her get out of her head, but they helped enough, and she nodded, trying her best to focus on the actual outcome instead of what could have been.
~X~
Jenna couldnât remember the last time she was carried as much as she was while filming Scream. Here she was, being lifted out of a car by you for yet another scene. She got carried during the hospital action scene, then as the trio was leaving the hospital, then now, and she would be carried once more before the movie ends. She had to admit it was a bit awkward to act while being carried, and she actually felt sorry for you every time they had to repeat a take where you were carrying her.
âBetter hope sheâs not the straw to break your back,â Emma chimed in exactly when you went to lift Jenna up for the fourth time that day and you just broke, bursting into laughter with your arms still under Jennaâs knees and back.
âRespectfully, can you not make me laugh for ten minutes?â you cried out, reigning the laughter in and shaking your head in disbelief.
Jenna just patted you on the back. âThere, there,â at least all the takes were ruined right at the start. It wasnât some kind of blockade like during the emotional part of the hospital scene, it was more the absurdity of seeing Emma Thompson doing horror that just made it difficult to get it together. And it wasnât just you, or Mellisa, or Jenna, or hell, even Emma herself, half the takes were ruined by Matt and Tyler not being entirely sure how big of a role Emma would have.
Eventually, you managed to get the two of the three scenes Emma would be in done, all that was left were the two scenes no one was sure were going to make it into the movie. Both were between you and Emma, first being the conversation about your characterâs education, and the second being going after Sam.
Matt and Tyler gave all of you a bit of a break before you and Emma would act out your last scenes together. You all sat together on the chairs and Jenna wasnât sure how to start a conversation; she wanted to, but Emma had only been on the set for a couple of days, and it wasnât long enough for her to be comfortable with starting a more meaningful conversation. Emma was nice, and funny, and it was easy to act with her, but Jenna just wasnât as extroverted as she used to be as a kid.
âSay, Mrs. Thompson,â you insisted on not calling her by her first name, no matter how many times the woman told you you could just call her Emma. âI donât know her, and I wonât get the chance to know her,â you explained to Jenna over the phone last night. âDo you have any advice for us?â you asked so casually, without a hint of worry or fear of rejection, or stepping out of line really, but it was just a front and Jenna knew it.
By now she got to know you well enough to notice the little details, like the way you slightly gripped your chair, or how you averted your eyes away from Emma near the end of the question, struggling to maintain eye contact when you were nervous, or the slightest tremble in your voice. She knew it all by now, and she was impressed that you could push it aside enough to ask what you wanted, regardless of who you were asking.
Emma seemed to give it a long thought. âYouâre all already talented, good actresses, so as clichĂ© as it is all I can tell you is that youâll never make everyone happy, and that no matter what you say or do someone will always dislike you, so donât waste your time worrying about that as well,â it was an advice of a woman that already reached a certain age where she was old enough not to give a damn about pleasing everyone, and despite agreeing with the idea Jenna found it difficult to follow that advice.
She was too much of a people pleaser.
Once the break was over Jenna stayed behind, though her scenes for the day were done. If anyone asked she wanted to watch Emma Thompson acting, and that was a huge part of it, another part was, well, she wanted to walk back to the hotel with you.
So, she watched from behind the camera as you rushed down the stairs to look for the key, only for Emma to turn the lights on.
âYouâre here, good,â you frantically looked around the living room, checking if the car keys were anywhere to be seen. âI need to borrow your car, Sam, she-â you finally noticed the key next to the TV remote.
"C/N," Emma's voice alone in that one word was enough to sell the entire scene. You could hear it all, the exhaustion, the longing, the motherly love, as well as grief. It was all there. And it made you freeze and look at her like a deer in the headlights. "Do you have to-" Emma's breath hitched and she paused in the middle of the sentence, as if finishing it would make the circumstances even more dire.
"I need to go," you whispered, watching her and Jenna found it hard to believe you actually only did one movie as a child. You could match the emotion, your voice, your posture, conveying an unspoken apology and a promise to come back.
The experience and the immense talent Emma had shone through as she let her lip quiver just enough for it to be noticeable if someone paid closer attention to her, but not going over the top with it. The sigh she let out was filled with resignation, acceptance of the situation, and she looked you in the eyes, a silent plea remaining unspoken. âTara needs to have her bandages changed in the morning, keep that in mind,â and Emma delivered her final line flawlessly.
You nodded, ending the scene and taking the car keys. There wasnât going to be a hug, or a goodbye. âCut!â and there was the scene, first take, and it was done.
~X~
A few days later you were once again filming way out of order, going all the way to the end of the movie, or well, near the end. Right now, you and Jenna were sitting in hair and makeup. Considering what the characters were going through makeup was mostly there to make both of you look more exhausted. Frankly, you were worried about the scene, the kiss scene, for more than one reason. Between being your first on-screen kiss to how comfortable Jenna would be. Sure, youâve gotten pretty close, and you considered her a close friend already, but you werenât sure if that made things easier or more difficult.
Especially since Jennaâs been mostly silent the entire morning, and not just with you, with everyone. Youâve caught her getting distracted and lost in her thought even during a conversation with Matt, and that was telling something. She was more worried than she was willing to let you see, and you could already see a lot. You couldnïżœïżœt even start to imagine what was going through her head.
âJen?â you called her, but she didnât seem to hear you, instead biting her nail and staring at the book she brought along. She didnât turn the page in an hour youâve spent here. âJen,â you said a bit louder.
Her eyes widened and she abruptly turned to you, clearly startled. âSorry, I was just reading,â she really sucked at lying, and you raised an eyebrow and she looked down at the book, at the unturned page. And it was the prologue, so, yeah. That excuse really wasnât holding up. âI was thinking,â she admitted as she looked away.
âAbout the kiss scene?â you didnât beat around the bush and asked her directly, you figured she appreciated when someone was being direct with her.
Jenna paused, looking like she was caught red-handed and slowly nodded. âMhm.â
So, it really was that. She was undoubtedly more worried about it than you were, and it didnât matter what the reason was, all you cared about was that it was clear she wasnât comfortable doing the scene. âJenna-â you began, ready to tell her what you intended to do, but she chose that exact moment to start talking.
âItâs ridiculous, you know? I mean, we filmed so many scenes in the same bed, and sure, nothing happened, but I donât think anyone could look at those scenes and say Tara and C/N are just friends, and now Iâm worried about a kiss,â she blurted it all out. âAnd youâre wonderful! Itâs got nothing to do with you, and I think youâll be a wonderful partner for the scene!â she blushed when she said that, crimson red, and buried her face in her hands as she groaned and you could only watch her, wide-eyed and taken aback. âI-Iâm comfortable with you, Iâm just worried and I donât want you to get uncomfortable because Iâm sure you havenât kissed anyone on camera before, and maybe youâll find it weird to kiss a girl,â ah, right, you never explicitly told her you were into girls, the topic of past relationships somehow never came up. âAnd itâs a job, but we got really close, so what if that makes it difficult for you? I black out, I donât know whatâs going on, Iâm not worried about me, but this whole thing just- shit, Iâm rambling, and I canât shut up, and Iâm surprised what Iâm saying even makes sense at this point!â
âJenna,â you reached over and placed a hand on her shoulder. She raised her head up and looked at you. âFirst of all,â you pointed at yourself. âInto girls, so nothing weird there,â her mouth opened slightly in an adorable way as if she wasnât sure whether to be surprised, relieved, or if she should have figured it out a lot sooner. âSecond of all, donât worry about me, tell me if youâre comfortable with doing this scene?â that was a lot more important to you. You were comfortable with the kiss scene, you cared about Jenna, you liked her a lot, and you absolutely didnât mind kissing her.
She nodded slowly. âIâm comfortable with you, I promise,â even with as much confidence as she put behind her words you could still hear a bit of uncertainty in her tone, like there was something she couldnât tell you.
You still figured you couldnât push her too far, couldnât risk making her self-conscious right before the scene. So, you accepted her answer. You raised your fist up toward her and grinned, choosing to instead offer her reassurance once more and then do everything in your power to make sure she really was comfortable. âIf you feel uncomfortable at any moment, just tell me and Iâll get them to scrap it, say I donât want to do it,â and you were completely serious.
Her eyes widened slightly as she looked you in the eyes. âYou canât do that, youâll sound unprofessional,â she sounded more worried now, and it was not what you wanted to do. And she didnât bump your fist, so you pulled it back, not noticing that she bit her lower lip a bit as you moved your fist away.
You shrugged. âIâd rather be unprofessional than have you feel uncomfortable,â there was no hesitation in your tone, no doubt, no wavering of your conviction. No matter what, you felt like your priority was to have your co-stars be comfortable, especially if Jenna was the co-star in question. And it wasnât just because Hugh really set an example for you; you genuinely thought that was the right way to approach filming.
You watched as Jenna looked down, a hint of a blush appearing on her cheeks as she refused to meet your eyes, and you were left completely puzzled by her reaction. Somehow you felt like you actually made things worse for her, but before you could fix whatever you did hair stylist came in and you were left hoping Jenna would sort things out on her own.
~X~
You did make it worse.
No. That wasnât fair.
You didnât do anything unusual, you were just being you.
She recently became a bit self-conscious about kiss scenes in general, but she technically didnât lie. Jenna was truly comfortable with you, felt a connection she couldnât deny, so strong and fast she almost didnât want the shooting to wrap as soon as it would. No, it wasnât about being comfortable with you, it was about how she felt, about the feelings she was starting to have for you.
Jenna swallowed the lump in her throat, watching as the scene was being set up for the two of you. She never believed in love at first sight, that was ridiculous, at least to her. Love took time, took getting to know someone. She did believe in infatuation at first sight, and it hit her like a truck when she met you, and especially when the two of you hung out for the first time.
She pushed it aside, considering it as nothing more than physical attraction, or better yet simply taking notice of the fact that she found you attractive. And then she got to know you, and you spent so much time together, on set or during your time off.
When she first read the script, she figured sheâd act the same way she did when it came to The Fallout and kissing Maddie, and that kiss scene demanded more from her than the one written in the script did. She would black out, kiss a friend, and that would be it. That was her original plan, but you justâŠ
She wasnât sure she could black out.
And it frightened her.
She leaned her head back against the wall, suppressing a groan. Could she just sweep this under the rug? Ignore the way her heart would beat faster whenever you would accidentally touch? Or how comfortable she felt around you? Or how she got so used to having late night talks with you, ending her day while listening to you, and then damn near starting the next day with you at breakfast?
She would have to, because this was a job, and as sweet as you were you didnât exactly flirt with her. Or show interest beyond friendship, even if you were, as she found out a bit over an hour ago, into girls.
âCome on, just focus,â she whispered to herself and took several deep breaths. They would start soon, and she needed to get her shit together. The last thing she needed was to give away her growing feelings and end up making working with you difficult. Sure, you were comfortable with kissing her, your friend, but would you be comfortable kissing someone who had a rapidly developing crush on you?
If she, in any way, showed you how she felt, she was just going to end up making things weird between you and ruin a friendship that already meant a lot to her. And she couldnât have that. She wanted to stay in touch, to hang out with you, to have you meet her family, and to meet your family as well. She wanted to go to your movie premieres with you, and preferably avoid going to her own because she hated watching herself on screen. She didnât want to just see you in passing like she did with so many people she worked with over the years, she wanted to keep building this connection into something bigger, something consistent and constant, or as constant as your jobs allowed.
She didnât want this to end, and the more scenes got filmed the closer the end got. She glanced at you as you walked over to your designated spots, and you caught her glance. Of course you did, youâve been ridiculously attentive to her, to even the smallest signs, or movements. She could still feel the warm touch of your hand, she could still envision the look in your eyes, soft, gentle, as you looked at her, or hear the sound of your laugh and voice.
She wouldnât risk any of that.
She was going to black out and do her job!
~X~
You glanced at Jenna every now and then. She was nervous, hell, anxious even, and you were getting more worried by the second. You could see the tension in the way she stood, the tremble of her fingers as she stood there, her hands crossed and fingers clutching at the soft fabric of her clothes. If it wasnât for the bandage Tara was supposed to have you were sure Jenna would have been gripping her arm a lot tighter.
Whatever was going on you felt like you really had to step in, to figure out what the issue was and get rid of it. If it meant getting rid of the kiss scene, or hell, the relationship between C/N and Tara entirely, then so be it, as long as Jenna wasnât this anxious over filming with you. You could feel your heart aching at the mere thought that the following scene could cause the younger actress so much turmoil.
You were just about to approach her, but you ran out of time, Matt and Tyler were ready.
âOkay, Jenna, Y/N, get in positions,â Tyler instructed, and you bit your tongue, resisting the urge to ask for another five minutes, but you feared that would only make things worse for Jenna.
~X~
Her heart was beating so loudly in her chest she barely listened to the instructions. Why couldnât she black out? And worse of all she could see you were getting tense as well. She could see the way you clenched your jaw, struggling not to point out what you were clearly noticing. How much did you notice? Just her anxiety, or her feelings as well? Either way she could tell her own nervousness was affecting you as well.
That would probably cause this to take several takes. She would need to kiss you several times, and she wanted to kick herself for, deep down, feeling a bit excited over the idea. âFuck,â she hissed, berating herself for letting her crush get the better of her. She needed to be a professional, to get in character.
But her character was madly in love with your own! So, technically speaking, she really got into her character. âGreat job, Jenna, thatâs exactly what you should have done,â she thought bitterly.
âWe can stop this,â you whispered, and since you were this close, merely a step from one another, only she heard you, but your words sounded louder than thunder to her.
She caused this. She was making a scene because she couldnât separate job from personal feelings. And the worst thing about it? It was with you, the last person she wanted to make work difficult for.
So, Jenna forced a smile and nudged you slightly. The worry in your eyes remained, but there was that softness again. You were silently pleading with her to just focus on her own comfort, to say one word and she was sure youâd have her back and remove this scene.
âJust black out already! Donât be a burden!â her mind truly was her harshest critic. âIâm fine,â she lied, thinking she could fake it until it became real. You nodded, even though she could see you werenât buying it.
âTake 1, action!â
She slumped into your arms, like Tara was supposed to. She didnât black out, she was aware of everything, of your arms holding her, of her own arms around you and she desperately tried to imagine that she was Tara, and you were C/N. She looked up into your eyes, like the script instructed, and saw the look in your eyes. Tender, filled with love and gentle, showing that Tara was the only one who could get C/N to act like that.
Jenna nearly pushed away from you right then and there. The look in your eyes overlapped with the way you would sometimes look at her off camera. Worst of all, Jenna found herself blurring the lines between what Tara was supposed to feel and what she was feeling. Too intense, it was too intense. Too fast. She couldnât get her heartbeat under control and she was sure you were actually holding her up with how much the realization that she couldnât do the one thing she always did while filming affected her.
She could not black out, even slightly.
No one stopped the scene and she resisted the urge to stop it herself. In the back of her head her overthinking brain figured this was actually selling the scene better. She felt self-conscious, uncertain, and that was close to what Tara was supposed to be feeling right now.
Her anxiety only increased as she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. Mere seconds separated her from the kiss. She was to take the lead, your character not wanting to push Tara into anything. Funny how you took that approach with her as well, outside of your characters, outside of the movie, outside of being co-stars, and she did something unprofessional. She wasnât reaching up with her right hand and touching C/N, she was touching your cheek.
You leaned into her touch, parting your lips slightly. âTara,â you whispered, soft, protective, your voice filled with relief and love, exactly what was needed from you as you gently wrapped your arms around her shoulders and upper back, avoiding the injuries Tara was meant to have. You were being professional, you were doing your job and here Jenna was, driven by her emotions.
She still continued, she hugged you, her right palm resting on the nape of your neck, tugging you lower as she placed her bandaged left hand on your back. The question in your eyes, the one last chance for her to tell you she wasnât comfortable, to back away, to quit being unprofessional was presented to her, yet she, against the script, ran her fingers through your hair, gently scratching the back of your head and raising her head. She swallowed hard, completely aware that she wasnât acting, that she was about to kiss you.
And that wasnât the right thing to do.
Just as your lips were about to touch Jenna pulled away, gasping and taking a step back. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â she quickly apologized, knowing full-well how this, all of this looked. The sudden rejection, the gasp, the way she pushed against you, and the way you froze. Everyone froze, Matt and Tyler, the camera crew, everyone, and she swore she could hear the pin drop. âI-â what could she even say.
âWhat just happened?â Tyler asked, looking between you and Jenna, and she couldnât blame him. âY/N? Jenna? Whatâs wrong?â he sounded confused and concerned and Jenna looked at him, only now realizing he was looking at you for answers.
And her heart sank.
The way she reacted made it seem like you caused it. Like you did something before the shoot to make her uncomfortable. âI panicked, I just, I donât know what happened,â she quickly said, but it all sounded less convincing than she was hoping for. âY/N didnât do anything wrong,â she said, hating how her emotions were getting all over the place and completely out of her control.
âOkay, what do you need? Five minutes?â he asked. Everything was set up with the intention of finishing the kiss scene and it needed to be done today, or the production would risk falling behind.
You had other ideas though. âWe reschedule, call Mikey and we can finish the chase scene instead,â you said and Jenna snapped her head toward you. You didnât look angry, at all, but she could see you were shaken by what just happened. By how Jenna stopped the scene.
âThatâs a temporary solution. What if this happens again?â Tyler demanded, and Jenna knew his concerns were valid, even if he didnât know what caused her reaction.
It would only get worse from this point onward. She reacted like that, she disrupted the chemistry between you, created a tension that couldnât be fixed that easily. And she was certain it would be felt across the rest of the scenes you two had together. Not to mention she genuinely believed the kiss scene was now absolutely impossible.
âWeâll figure it out just give us a couple of days!â you snapped, for the first time since Jenna met you, you snapped.
Tyler raised his hands up in surrender. âFine, fine, weâll leave it to the two of you. Jenna, you should go and rest, someone call Mikey to come here!â he instructed, wanting everything to be done as quickly as possible, since enough time was already lost on setting the scene for the failed kiss.
She fucked up.
âJen,â you turned to her, worried and she just couldnât take it.
Jenna shook her head, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. âSorry, Iâm going back to the hotel,â she whispered and as quickly as the cast around her leg allowed, ran out. She just needed to quickly get the costume off and she would go back to the hotel. She closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it, and though it was muffled she heard you cursing.
Why couldnât she just black out?
~X~
It felt like everyone knew. It felt like every time someone looked at her she could see their confusion, their curiosity about the failed kiss scene. Maybe even some judgment? Toward either or both of you? Everyone knew, after all, Courtney, who had nothing to do with the scene came up to her and assured her it happened to everyone.
She truly made a mess of things.
So, she escaped into her room, trying her best not to think of the poorly hidden glances, or the occasional whispers, mainly among those that were there when it happened. She was yet to see you, and that made everything even worse. You just came back from the set and went to your own room.
Jenna didnât dare to go and knock, she couldnât. What could she tell you? âIâm sorry, I have a crush on you, and I couldnât get into character?â yeah, that would be a perfect, acceptable explanation.
Were you still angry at her? Were Matt and Tyler angry at her? It was the only reasonable answer. After all, why wouldnât you be angry? You said you and Jenna would figure it out, yet you didnât come to see her. You were just going to approach her and tell her to get it together and do her job, werenât you? To forget about the friendship because of the scene she caused?
She needed to lie down, to try and fall asleep, and hope things would be better after sleeping. She got up and stumbled, unsteady. It felt like the whole room was spinning, like her heart was going to burst out of her chest as she leaned on her table, her trembling hands clenching around the edges of it. She knew what was happening, but she couldn't stop it, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't stand, but she found it hard to move.
"Jenna?" Melissa's voice and knocking only made her panic more. Melissa couldn't see her like this. No one could. After everything that happened this was the last thing she could allow. "I'm coming in!"
No! She tried to yell, to stop Melissa, but she couldn't speak, she couldn't stop it, she couldn't stop anything. She couldnât black out and do her job, she couldnât do a fucking kiss with someone she had a crush on. And now a co-star was about to see her like this, having a panic attack. Everyone will know then. Just like they found out about what she did. Itâll spread like wildfire and consume her entirely. They'll know about her anxiety. You'll know about it, about how little control she had. What will you think of her then, now that you were angry at her. Your friendship would end and it was all, entirely, her fault.
"Jenna!" she came in. She saw her. It was over. Jenna crumbled to her knees, just barely noticing when Melissa ran up to her. "What's wrong?! What happened?!" the frantic tone, the uncertain touch, Melissa didn't know what to do, and all it did was make things worse.
Jenna felt sick, nauseous. Too weak to get up, to stop this. "Do you need a doctor? Shit, what do I do?!" Melissa was panicking, but it was nothing compared to the disaster in Jennaâs head. Everything was going to crumble around her!
"No! No!" it was getting worse. This couldn't be happening, this had to end. It was all her fault for being like this.
"Okay, okay, just please calm down!" Melissa still pulled out her phone, typing something and sighing in relief and Jenna had no idea why, but she felt intense fear all of a sudden. "Just a bit more," just a bit more what? What did she do? And then her doors opened, and she pieced it all together when you rushed in.
"Y/N, I don't know what to do," Melissa leaned back, but none of it mattered. You were here, you knew now.
"Jen," you approached her slowly, calm, steady. "Can you take a deep breath for me?" you knelt down in front of her as Melissa pulled away and Jenna felt your hand, firm, on top of her own. She saw no panic in your eyes, she felt no judgment. There wasnât any anger, just concern. She managed a slightly deeper breath, leaning closer to you. "That's it, good," you slowly pushed a strand of her hair back, wiping sweat off her forehead.
Why? Why were you having this much of an effect on her? Calming her down like this. It didn't matter, she just closed the distance between you and took a deep breath as you hugged her, letting her lean her head on your shoulder. "You're safe," you whispered, slowly wrapping her up in a hug, like earlier disaster never even happened and she grabbed onto the hem of your shirt hoping you would pull her closer to you.
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Sticky - Bucky Barnes
Authors Note: Yeah the fandom is EATING with this song and that trailer so I figured I might as well feed into my own obsessions. -Ultralight
Song Inspo - Sticky from Tyler The Creator
Word Count: 1851
Warnings: Fighting, reference to smexy times
Requests: OPEN [working on the first round now]
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Itâs the bitter laugh that no one wants to hear, thatâs the moment when the realization begins setting in. The chill down his spine, locking in the fear as the cold sweat begins to form, knuckles tightening around his glass of whiskey.Â
The room wasnât cold, with the fire crackling just a few feet away, so there wasnât really a reason for him to be shivering. But that cold embrace of fear was wrapping Declan Morarie like a blanket. He was a man coming to the realization he was about to die.Â
It was Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, sat at the end of the long table she hadnât been invited to, in a home she hadnât been welcome in but still sat in nevertheless. In the beginning of Declans career he always wondered how people remembered her full name, but watching the women now he understood. She was completely untouchable.Â
âOh come on now,â She teases, clapping her hands together in excitement as that same bitter laugh passes her lips. âIâm excited for the show.âÂ
âYou think this is funny?â He bites out.
âWell from my seat I think itâs pretty great. I, however, would never want to be the one getting hunted down by Bucky Barnes and his fucking wife.â She chuckles, pulling a piece of lint off her dress.Â
âAnd howâŠ.â He has to take a breath in to compose himself, slamming the glass on the table before him. âHow did they get to me?â
âYou tortured her for years, your very own projectâŠ.. Well her and 20 others. Honestly it was only a matter of time before they tracked you down.â She explains, standing up and walking herself to the bartop.Â
âAnd you didnât happen to put my name in their ear?â
âBarnes will be my problemâŠ.. On another day.â She nods, pouring herself a shot and turning to him to cheers before downing it. âBut today, heâs yours.âÂ
She slams the glass down until it splatters across the entire floor, her heels crunching into it as she waltzes to grab her coat. âI do apologize old friend, and I amâŠ.. Hopeful? Yes, that seems like a decent word, Iâm hopeful you will succeed surviving.â
âI will.â He sneers, but even the words fall flat.
âOh Iâm sure you will.â She laughs, her words dripping with sarcasm. âThough I do hear things get a bit sticky when those two decide they want someone dead.â
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âWho would have thought that this⊠hunting down the bad guys of the world could be soooo⊠hmmm.â You tilt your chin up in a quiet contemplation as your husband frets over your suit. He busies himself with checking all the safety measures you both had designed for the suits when you decided they would be worn again.Â
âTiring.â
âCathartic,â You hum back, sliding your hands down to snatch onto his own and bring them up so he can stop fretting. âYouâre grumpy.â
âIâm not grumpy.â
âYou are.â You argue, kissing the knuckles of his metal hand before doing the same to his flesh hand. âYou didnât get much sleep and now youâre tired and grumpy. I donât like when you do this grumpy.â
âNo more with the word grumpy. You have overused it.â He huffs, leaning to kiss your forehead.Â
âFine, ill-tempered.â
âHardly,â
âTesty.âÂ
âNot even close.â
âCrotchety.â
âReally? Weâre going that far?â
âHmmmm. Waspish. How about that?â
âIâŠ.. will allow it if it means we can just get this over with.â He kisses around your face, using his metal hand to tilt your face for easier access while you fight off a smile and push him back.Â
âYou know what to do.â
âStraight to business then.â And though he turns his back to you he keeps you close while using the tech pad to monitor the halls of the building you both were about to enter.Â
âHe doubled up on guards. Someone warned him.â He analyzes, shifting a bit to show you the footage. âValentina.â
âHmmm.â You choose not to actually respond, allowing your husband to work through his own anger and suspicion while you watch the guards to begin learning the patterns.Â
âYou donât believe me.â
âI believe you.â You defend, passing the tech back. âBut I donât want you getting ahead of yourself. That is a hunt for another day.âÂ
âYou ready?â
âOf course.â And itâs easy, the way you two fall to the plan so naturally, having worked together for years now. He lets you pass by him, his flesh hand catching a strand of your hair as you strut past, casting him one more glance before disappearing to find your entrance.Â
Once you are at your mark you place the comm in, tapping it twice to make sure it works as you begin slicing the door with the silent laser.Â
âPlaced?â Bucky asks after a moment, meaning he had made it to his own mark.Â
âYou know it.â You mutter, pushing the door open in the small place you had cut before easily sliding in, your feet near silent on the ground as you watch the hall and begin trekking through.Â
Moving like a shadow should never have been this easy, and yet it was, all thanks to the man you were here to kill.Â
âбŃĐŽŃ ĐČ Đ±Đ”Đ·ĐŸĐżĐ°ŃĐœĐŸŃŃĐž.â He mutters in your ear, his voice a soft caress in the first moment you hear steps approaching. âBe Safeâ, his favorite thing to say since he knew you didnât need luck.Â
âĂȘtre en sĂ©curitĂ©,â You repeat his saying back to him, this time in french just to bother him since he could never speak it fluently.Â
And then you finally meet the person walking closer, but before he can even prepare himself you are already sliding across the floor to kick out his legs before you swipe the overly large gun from his hip and knock him out with it, sliding on your knees to face forward with the stolen gun and raise yourself back to your feet.Â
Each movement is a simple glide, one in front of the other as you trace the hall for movement. The plan was simple, meet in the middle and make your way up. You just had to shut down all the exits first.Â
You started with the elevators, opening the first and shooting the controls until the light within it flickers and marking it useless and moving to the second one. When the doors slide open a guard moves to rush out, and you use his outstretched arm to heft him over your shoulder until you are throwing him to the floor and twisting until you hear a snap.Â
âSorry.â You whisper, kicking him away as you hear Bucky grunt within the comms as he finds his own issues. You mimic the movements you had used on the other elevator before rushing to the front entrance and using their own night time security gates against them. Locking anyone from leaving and keeping anyone from entering.Â
And now that you were finished with that you began you started your way to meet your husband.Â
It only took 15 minutes and by the time you do find him heâs leaning on the wall like nothing else mattered, tilting his metal hand under the light above him to admire the etching done for your wedding.Â
âFancy meeting you here.â You murmur, your tone seductive as you lean next to him. âWhatâs a place like this doing in a guy like you? âŠâŠ.Wait, donât I have that backward?âÂ
âKeep looking at me like that and Iâm sure weâll find a lot of things backwards.â
âOh,â You blink, staring at him. âI honestly canât tell if that was sexual or a threat.â
âThen why can I practically hear your heart beating through your chest?â
âI never said I wouldnât like it as either.â You huff, turning on your toes and signaling him to follow you. âYouâre very beguiling.â
âAnother big word. Should I be worried?â
âYou got me the dictionary. Which I was slightly offended by.â You huff, twisting your body up the stairs as you see a figure in the corner of your vision, working with grace to pull him down and over the railing. âStop flirting with me Barnes.â
âYou stop flirting with me, Barnes.â He snaps back, making sure that guard stays down before using his gun and following you as back up. âAlmost there.â
âNoted.â You murmur, shooting the tech pad to enter the door from the stairwell. The second the door swings open there are guards swarming you both, but it is lightwork when you both work together.Â
The man that went to punch you met Bucky's metal fist before he could even make contact, the knife that almost hits Buckyâs mid section is easily lost the second you kick the wrist holding it. Like a bloody tango, every motion has a repercussion.Â
âĐŃĐ±ĐŸĐČŃ [love],â You huff, spinning to take out two men while facing Bucky. He reads your idea the second you make eye contact, allowing you to use his thigh as a stepping stool and throw one leg over his shoulder.Â
He shoots the men in front of you both as he makes his way down the hall, you taking out the men coming up to flank you.Â
By the time you reach the double doors holding the enemy within, you swing off his shoulder with ease before an unknown figure rushes you both.Â
You are thrown back, back meeting the floor as you slide while Bucky is thrown into the wall.Â
âWhat theâŠ..â He starts.Â
âFuck.â You finish, upon seeing who just hit you both.Â
He was tall, with red eyes and a sneer on his face, yet another over drugged super soldier.Â
Bucky is the first to regain himself, standing quickly and pushing himself into the soldier to knock the weight off and send him down. Only he pushes back, both men stuck in the hold, so you launch up.Â
Your hands hit your husbands shoulders and you vault over him to lock your thighs around the neck of the soldier and twisting your body to send him flying back with you.Â
Unlike you, however, he doesnât manage to catch himself and falls on his back. Bucky is there, foot on his neck as you pull the gun and finish him off before moving to kick in the door and find Declan Morarie.
He doesnât say anything, merely turning to the door with a bottle in hand as he staggers for balance.Â
âFuck.âÂ
âFuck.â Bucky mocks, giving you a look before you both rush at him.Â
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âI think you need to go to bed.â You huff, watching your husband pull out the paperwork the second you both got home, after dropping your duffel bags by the doors. âNo work.â
âI need to review her bills, sheâs hiding something in plain sight-â His conspiracy theories about Valentina were interrupted by you slipping your shirt off and throwing it at him.Â
âA hunt for another day then.â He amends, following you into the bedroom as quickly as he can.
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: ÌÌâ lotus eater
did you figure it out?? : ÌÌâ who's the mystery now?
based on this song by FINNEAS, since the new album came out and i love it!!
warnings: fluff, smut, eating out (r receiving).
wc: 2,534 - kinda long but let me cook
SYNOPSIS: you hate her. don't you? it's just a coincidence isn't it?? madison was being nice for some reason.
taglist: @guysimgay164, @madisonbeerssecretwife @bandanamatt
an: :)) for the people who voted for madison smut in my poll since i think you guys are a little deprived. if your looking forward to the billie one it's in the makes! this was in my drafts since before the poll.
you and madison were enemyâs. everyone knew. nobody wanted to get involved and nobody wanted to touch you. why? because the last boy you had the fortune to talk to (who was nice), went missing. or, was avoiding you for a reason you didnât know.
you knew nothing about her. all you knew was that she was a kind and sweet girl. you saw her interviews. you didnât want to. but the fact that her music was kind of good and she was kind of pretty. led you to watching one of her interviews. you didnât want to admit it but she was kind of funny.
you were at an award show now and you found your seat just to be greeted with the woman you wanted to avoid. you were wondering if they sat you in the same table because they didnât know? maybe they forgot?
you sat down, vexed. she glanced at you and continued talking with someone you didnât know. you wanted to ask to change seats but you knew that the people who were actually in charge of the seating chart wanted you guys to either fight, or pretend to like each other.
you wanted to do none. you didnât want to pretend. you didnât even want to talk to the brunette. knowing that if you did, her snarky attitude would somehow come across as nice to some 47 year old asshole sitting behind a screen.
you cross your arms and lay back on the soft seat, looking around the venue until she spoke, âwhat are you doing here?â she asked, condescendingly, turning to you while her friend went off.
âthis is my seat.â you answer. you didnât want to talk to her. you thought if you paid her no mind then she wouldnât talk to you. but no. she always had too much to say. couldnât keep her mouth shut.
âoh.. are you sure? did you double check?â she asked, again. you double checked. triple checked, quadruple checked. of course you did. why the hell would you wanna sit next to her?
âyes, i checked.â you scoffed.
âyou donât have to be so negative. this is good right?â you wanted to punch her.
no. itâs not good. âi guess.â you muttered, going back on yourself and actually talking to her.
the award show went great. besides the soft murmurs of an angry night. madison was commentating everything, saying the obvious and talking to you the whole night. you wanted to go home. get rid of her obnoxiously sweet voice in your ear and maybe eat a tub of ice cream.
but you didnât get to enjoy the luxury which was your own bed because you had to go to the after party. your manager had everything ready. the short dress andâyou were so tired. not physically. but because of the fact that someone was talking your ears off.
madison decided to stay in the same car as you. you didnât even get to stare outside the window with some much needed alone time. she took your headphones off and wanted you to really listen to whatever she was saying.
you tilt your head back on the soft cushion of the chair and took deep breaths. the more she spoke the more your headache grew.
you open the door to the outside frantically, almost begging to feel the cold air on your skin. you did. but the flashing lights that invited you werenât welcoming. home home home.
she took your hand and you wanted to pull away. the sight of cameras stopped you. but also because her hands were soft. if they belonged to another you wouldâve been thrilled.
you walk through the large doors of the establishment and you finally pulled away as the security guards prevented photographers from entering and everyone else.
âwhy the fuck did you do that?â you asked angrily.
âwhat did i do?â she asked. and your frustration was through the roof. the squinting was making your headache worse and the bright lights too.
you groaned, loudly, she was so frustrating that if you spoke another word you might actually explode. she giggled. she fucking giggled. you were mad and she was laughing.
âare you seriously laughing?â you questioned, and she shook her head.
âsâ nothing,â she rolled her eyes,âwe should head in now we might be late.â she said.
âwho the hell is we?ââ she took your wrist and dragged you inside.
youâve never regretted your life choices more. this was way worse then the award show. here they had flashing bright colors and loud charlie xcx songs blasting through the speakers. madison pulled you to the drinks bar and youâve grown tired of her dragging you around. but you continue to let her.
âuh, two cherry colasââ she said and you looked at her with a bewildered expression. a nonalcoholic drink. a nonalcoholic drink.
âno.â you interrupted.
âbutââ
âno.â you crossed your arms, âiâll have a Sex on the Beach. she can have a cherry coke.â you said to bartender and he nodded, getting ready to make your drinks.
âfor the contrary, cherry colas are really good,â she said, and you nodded, rubbing your temples., âheadache?â she asked. you nodded. âwhy would you drink alcohol then.â she rolled her eyes again and called the bartender. telling him to cancel your drink and opting to getting you water.
âhere.â she breathed out, helping you sip out the glass cup until it was empty.
âwhyâre you being so nice to me?â
her expression changed. mouth slightly agape and it made you even more curious. the once cruel woman was suddenly helping you with your ever growing headache that she started. her eyes dart across the room to look at anything but you. avoiding your question.
she mumbled something you couldnât hear, so you bring your face closer to hear her better but she groaned, âyou always fucking do thatââ she grabbed your wrist till her knuckles were white and led you to a janitors closet near the exit of the party.
âdo what?ââ you were cut off by her kissing you.
oh
oh, thatâs what she meant. she tilted her head to kiss you better and you didnât know what to do. you were confused. not knowing where to put your hands so you place them on her shoulders. her lips were soft. and she smelt like angles and fairy dust.
you wanted to let out a word, you wanted to push her away you wanted and wanted but you never did anything. you let her kiss down your neck and up your jaw you let her. she griped your hips tightly and traced the hem of your dress.
âmadisonââ you pull her head away from your neck by softly tugging her hair, and she groaned. as if being separated from you was equivalent to having her lollipop taken from her hands. was she crying? because you swore you saw tears in her eyes when you pulled her away.
her lip gloss was smudged on your neck and her mascara was ruined, some of it probably on your neck too, she was undoubtedly messy. âwhat?â she asked.
âtalk to me.â
âare you stupid?â she said, and you flinched, âdo you still not know why i pulled you in here? i meanâ Iâve never seen someone as stupid as you.â you stayed silent, she pulled her hands away from your hips and you almost missed them. she sighed and paced around the small room.
âi like you.â then everything made sense. like the flood of questions in your mind were answered with three words. the reason no one approached you was because everyone knew she liked you? is that why you were sat next to each other? the reason the boy stopped talking to you was because she told him off?
âdo you know how obvious i made it for you? likeâ i might as well be screaming i love you at this pointââ she wanted you. she really really wanted you.
you initiated the kiss this time. you didnât have to say it back she knew. you wanted her too.
the kiss quickly grew heated, the loud sighs and whimpersâmostly from you, because you couldnât keep your mouth shut, âmadison.â you breathe out, knees going weak and without the support of her hands under your thighs you wouldâve collapsed on the dirty floor.
âyeah?â her eyes darkened, the filthy noisesâjust saying her name that way was driving her insane.
âdo something.â you said. the uncomfortable wetness in your underwear was growing the longer she looked at you that way, like she wanted to devour you whole.
she parted your legs and put her knee between them, removing her hands from your thighs and actually letting you sit on it. you quickly regained your composure and actually used your legs to stand.
âcan i take this off?â she toyed with the hem of your dress. you didnât know why she was asking.
âyes.â you answered, and she pulled the dress up above your hipsânow crumpled on you waist. she looked at your underwear then your eyes, asking for conformation. you nod. and she pulled the black lacy underwear to the side.
you wore it for yourself, no one in peculiar but you donât regret it because she griped the underwear so tightly you were scared it was going to rip. you tried helping her pull it down your legs but she refused. you looked too pretty. depending on her knee to stay up and mouth agape. so. fuckinâ. pretty.
âmaââ you yelped when she removed her knee, quickly holding you upâshe didnât want her pretty girl to fall now. her pretty girl. you were hers.
she brushed her thumb on your clit and you bite your lip, one of her hands were on your hips holding you up and the other was dragging up and down on your heat, âyouâre so wet.â she mumbled into your neck while sucking hickies onto it. your cheeks flush and your skin was sweaty because you were nervous but also because it was hot in here. you were wet. and she didnât even do anything yet.
âtell me your mine.â she pulled away from your neck and rubbed harshly on your clit. you grip her shoulders tightly.
âmâ yours.â you whine when she legs go of her hand on your hips, you almost fall, but grab a hold of her leather jacket in time. desperately trying to wrap your legs around her waist but she doesnât even help you, she just holds your chin and tilts it upwards.
âi canât hear you.â her thumb on your clit slows down and you groan, the long acrylic nails were scratching on your jaw.
âiâm yours!â you half-scream, surprised no one barged in the room yet.
madison smiled, âthatâs right baby.â she rasped out, and you had to hold back a moan at the name, âwhyâre you holding back?â
âbecause someone might come in.â you sigh and she bites her lower lip.
âyou shouldnât care about them, kay?â she sank to her knees, and you almost came, because she looked so good looking up at you, âcanâ moan all you want baby.â oh god. she lifted your thigh on her shoulder and you arch your back.
she hummed while running her tongue up your pussy, her knees probably dying. she held your whole body up and you were curious how strong she actually was.
you moan, and she looked up at you, so focused on your taste she forgot to focus on you. âlook at me.â she kissed and nipped at your thighs. you do, for a while but you gasp and cover your face once she brings your clit to her lips, âlook at me, please.â she half begged.
you let out a small âmhphâ and pull your hand from your face, nothing was covering the pornographic look on your face now. you were panting, brows furrowed and a small drop of sweat rolling down your face. you tilted your head to see her better.
âfuck.â she moaned. you run your hands through her hair, gripping once she sucked harshly on your clitâruining the hair that probably took over 4 people to do, she let you. and youâve never had that much power before. you could ruin her if you wanted. and she would let you. because she loved you.
she desperately wanted to plunge her fingers deep inside you but her annoyingly long nails restricted her from doing so. they were cute and all, but her knees were killing her. she ignored the pain though, sheâd do anything for you.
madison couldnât breathe. all she could feel, smell and taste was you. she didnât care though, if she could die between your thighs then sheâd die happy. her cheeks were squeezed between them and youâve never seen something so beautiful.
she tapped your thigh lightly and you part your legs, not wanting to to cut off her breathing. you whimper and buck your hips to her mouth when she entered her tongue in you. she held your hips and you scratched at her scalp.
âmâ gonna cum.â you whimper, your entire upper body was a mess. hickies on the side of your neck and collar bones, some ever scattered above your breasts. even your lip stick was stained and out of place.
âyeah? gonna cum fâ me?â she asked, digging crescent moons into your thighs from how she was gripping it. she raspy voice sent vibrations up your pussy, and you pushed her face even closer, she didnât stop you though, she enjoyed it.
madison pushed down your lower stomach and dug her tongue even deeper, âohâ fuck, madison.â you moan, feeling madison hum, and that pushed you over the edge. squirting all over her face. she licked up every drop. feeling over simulated, you push her away from her head, âcanât.â you breathe out.
âgood?â she said, you nodded and madison stood up stumbling, âare your knees okay?â you asked, concerned.
âyeah iâm fine,â she fixed her hair, smoothing it back and fixing her clothes, âcome here.â she took your hips and pulled you closer, helping put your panties back in place and your dress down your thighs.
âthank you.â you mumble, while she wiped the smudged lipstick across your mouth and the lip gloss from your neck, âmadison.â you laugh, seeing her lower face completely covered in arousal.
âwhat?â she asked innocently, like she didnât just give you the best orgasm of your life.
âyour face.â
âwhat about it?â she licked her lips. messy eater.
after you both cleaned up, you came out of the janitors closet, getting weird looks from most people but you drag her outside and tell your driver to take you home. this time, with her.
âso,â she dug her hands into her jacket pockets, âwhat are we now?â she asked, hopeful.
you hum, pretending to think about it, madison groans, and you laugh, âiâm kidding! your my girlfriend right?â you ask, hopeful.
âyeah, your my girlfriend.â
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