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17 — Longing

Hiding In Plain Sight

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Hospitals, illness, depression

Summary: Wolffe made his choice, was it the right choice?

As the sun rose over Naboo, Slush watched from your window as the renegade team flew away. Part of him wished he could have been on that mission, but he knew it was far more important to be here with you. Someone had to be. 

Wolffe stepped on that transport and swallowed any semblance of fear or anxiety. He had to be focused on the mission. He had a job to do. Thousands of lives were on the line, including yours. This mission had to succeed, it had to. 

The journey was long and the mission was grueling. Seeing the ruins of Atraken with his own eyes was a nightmare of its own. Getting down to the fragments of the fractured planet was nearly impossible. Wolffe felt like a shell of a man combing through the bodies and debris in his bulky protective suit. 

He still felt like a shell of a man sitting on the transport back to Naboo with the source specimens that would hopefully be synthesized into a vaccine. He felt like he was watching himself from the outside, as he disembarked from the transport and was rushed into a decontamination chamber. 

He was assigned a room to rest and recover under observation from the medical droids while the raw source material was taken to a research facility to begin working on the vaccine. He felt detached from the whole situation, even this place and his own body. He laid on the bed and slept dreamlessly. He sat by the window and stared aimlessly at the sky. 

It wasn’t until almost three days later when he felt the sharp pin prick of the syringe administering the very vaccine he had just risked his life for, that he felt like he was seeing out of his own eyes again.

He turned to the medical droid “Where am I?” 

“Theed Memorial Hospital” he droid recited 

Wolffe stands from the bed he was sitting on and pushed passed the droid. He finds himself running down the hallways trying to orient himself in the space and figure out how to get to you. He finds his way back to the room he’s practically been living in for the past few months and pulls up short at the door. His hand inches from the keypad to enter. 

He has no idea how long he’s even been back on Naboo. To be honest he doesn’t really remember leaving or returning to this place. He has no concept of how much time has passed. You may not be in that room anymore. You may be gone already. You could have been gone for a long time. If he opens the door, what would he do if he saw an empty room? 

An acrid panic creeps up the back of his throat and invades his mouth, he feels like he might wretch. He backs away from the door and turns around, placing a hand on the wall opposite your door. His heartbeat feels like a battering ram against his ribcage, trying to crack his sternum and escape his body. Tears well in his eyes as he takes some deep breaths, clutching his chest and choking on his exhales. 

Suddenly the door opens behind him and a familiar hand is laid on his shoulder. Wolffe glances behind him and sees General Plo standing before him. Wolffe can not find a single word to say, he can only stand there in his state of sudden panic. 

“Breathe deeply and calm your mind” General Plo’s voice is steady and grounding. 

Wolffe does as he’s told and breathes deeply for a minute, eventually finding his voice again “Is… is she?”

“She received the vaccine yesterday morning” General Plo says calmly “And she is already showing marked improvement” 

Something in Wolffe snaps. It feels like a burden of immeasurable weight is lifted from his chest and he can breathe again. “Oh thank the fucking maker” he mumbles in disbelief 

“Before you go in, I want to speak to you about a few things” General Plo says, keeping his hand where it sits on his shoulder 

Wolffe nods, “Yes sir?”

“You have been in a dissociative state since returning from Atraken. Some of the others from your party seem to have been similarly affected. I spoke to Ahsoka about what you encountered there. I understand that response was partially due to the exposure to the toxins, but you also underwent an extremely traumatic experience” He explains “Please understand, you must take time to process this. I am here to help you should you need it”

“General… how long have we been back? I… I really don’t remember… most of it…” Wolffe admits

“Three days, and you were gone for nine” 

Wolffe nods… that is a long time for him to have almost no conscious recollection of it. 

“I understand… I don’t doubt it will, for a lack of a better word, haunt me… but right now… I just need to know it was worth it” 

General Plo gives his shoulder a gentle pat, “Of course” 

Wolffe steps back up to the door and presses the button to enter. He first sees someone standing by the bed, facing away from the door and adjusting the pillows. Slush turns around and grins seeing his brother standing at the door. Slush steps aside. 

There you are. Sitting up, propped up against pillows. Darkened bags still under your eyes and a dullness to your skin, but there is an unmistakable sparkle in your eye and a smile on your chapped lips. Stars how he’s missed your smile. 

Slush quietly backs out of the room and closes the door. Wolffe approaches slowly and lowers himself gingerly on the bed to sit next to you. He reaches for you, cradling the back of your head with a gentle hand. He leans forward to touch his forehead to yours. His eyes closed and a soft laugh coming through before he could even get out a word. 

“You’re awake” he says, hardly believing it himself 

“Thanks for not giving up on me” you chuckle weakly

He tilts his head and catches your lips, kissing you with gentle desperation. You have so little strength in your body, but you manage to lift your arms to hold him close to you and kiss him back. He pulls away and kisses the corner of your lips and up your cheek. 

“I love you” he whispers, as tears drip down his cheeks. 

—— 

In the days that follow he watches you do things that he never realized required so much physical strength. Simple things like getting out of bed, even sitting up right and coughing sapped what little energy you’ve gotten back. Still with each passing day, he can see how much better you’re doing. 

“I know I’m proving that maker forsaken saying that doctors make the worst patients, but stars I want to get out of his bed” you complain one day as Wolffe helps you lay back on the inclined pillows. You did better than yesterday sitting up on your own to eat the meager lunch the nurse droid brought by. 

“You’re really that anxious to get back in the fray?” Slush laughs a bit, taking the tray off the bed. 

“Not really. I guess I just want to feel like me again” you admit “Not used to the other side of all this” 

“You’ve never been hospitalized before Doc?” Slush sits in the spare chair and props his feet up on the edge of your bed 

“Well, I mean. I was shot at the battle of Osterra, and technically I was hospitalized for like half a day. As soon as that drugs kicked in, I was back on the front line” You’re almost certain you’ve told this story to the squad before “You’ve somehow managed to dodge every blaster bolt sent your way Slush” 

“Me myself? Yes. My ships I’ve flown? No, not even a little. I have definitely been hit while flying” he laughs a bit, then feels a bit guilty for even having this conversation in front of Wolffe. He goes quiet and avoids his eye. 

“Don’t even bother asking” Wolffe says coldly, pausing before going on “I lost this game right out of the gate. Took a bolt to the shoulder at the battle of Geonosis” 

Slush brightens back up, “Oh yeah! I forgot all about that!” 

There is a tap at the door before it opens, General Plo stands at the threshold and steps inside. Slush and Wolffe sit up straight but do not stand at attention. 

“Captain, it is a relief to hear your voice again” he says coming to stand by your side

“Thank you General” you smile. Even though General Plo’s face is mostly concealed by his breathing apparatus, you’ve known him long enough to discern his expressions. His words are happy but his face is concerned.  

“I wish I had better news for you all” he says, confirming your suspicion. 

Now Wolffe and Slush stand at attention, you try to sit up straight at the very least. Wolffe reaches out to assist you, “What is it? What’s happened now?” 

“The war has been stagnant. Suspended in time with the fate of so many hanging in the balance. Word of our healer's recovery is beginning to spread. Orders have been dispensed, The Republic means to take advantage of this situation” he explains 

“We’re being deployed” Slush says gravely, looking to you, still struggling just to sitting up right for more than a hour at a time. 

“Not yet. But we have been ordered to return to The Radiant, and be ready for deployment orders within the next several hours” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder “I came to wish you well Captain, and collect you both to leave immediately” 

Your heart sinks and your head hurts. But you understand that duty always comes first, and you’ve been exceedingly lucky these last few days to have the three of them here with you at all. Most of the others recovering in this hospital have no one. 

“Thank you sir” you nod “We will meet again soon” 

“Indeed” General Plo withdraws his hand “I will retrieve the ship from the hanger, be at the platform in 15 minutes for departure” 

“Yes sir” both of them answer as General Plo leaves. 

The room is silent for a moment, as you look between them. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. I’ll be fine” you assure them. 

Slush nods and gives you a smile “Of course you are. You’re getting better every day. You’ll be back in no time” 

“Yeah. I’ll break myself out of here the second I can walk and bum a ride home. You’ll see!” You joke. 

Slush steps forward, and wraps his arms around you for a quick hug. You hug him back and give his shoulder a couple pats. “Thank you for staying” you say softly. 

He smiles and gives a half chuckle “See ya real soon Doc” and with that he leaves, making sure to close the door behind him. 

You turn to Wolffe, sitting in the chair at your side. He’s not looking at you. You reach out, and take his hand. 

“This is getting pretty old ya know” he says, finally looking at you with his brows stitched together in a mix of anger, sadness and fear. 

“What is?” You ask, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb 

“The war putting us apart from each other” 

You nod your head in agreement, frowning at the tension rising in your chest “Yeah” 

He sighs sadly, before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss. 

You don’t know what to say. You want to reassure him. Make him laugh and feel at ease. You don’t want to start crying. You don’t want him to worry about you. You want to get out of his fucking bed and go with him for stars sake. 

“Hey” you shake your entwined hands gently to get his full attention “You did the impossible. You and Rex and General Skywalker and Ahsoka. You saved the galaxy. You saved my life. You did that. Fuck this war. Fuck this universe trying to keep us apart. I’ll be better before you know it, I’ll come find you”

He cracks a smile “You’re going to terrorize those nursing droids until you can walk again” 

“I’ll be the first one discharged from his hospital, just you wait” he you grin 

“I’ll take that wager” he squeezes your hand, leaning in a bit 

“It’s a deal” you close the distance between you and kiss him. 

He savors the touch of your lips, the taste of your tongue, the pull in his chest when you kiss him. He is the one to finally break away, keeping close. He gently lowers you down to rest on the pillows, and strokes your cheek. He didn’t get to say goodbye the last time you were dragged apart, somehow this feels worse.

“Wolffe” you whisper, knowing your time is almost up, and your brave facade is breaking with the reality that he about to leave “Kiss me one more time, tell me you love me, and get on that ship…” 

He hesitates. Needing to see your face for just a moment more. He swallows the lump in his throat, and kisses you again. It is a firm and insistent kiss, following your orders but for his own sake. He savors it. He pulls away and puts his lips by your ear to softly say your name “I love you with all of my heart” he kisses your cheek, stands and leaves. The door swishes closed behind him. Tears spill over your cheeks and sobs make your body sore until you fall asleep. 

———

The trip back to The Radiant is uncomfortably quiet. Wolffe knows he will have to return to his role as Commander. These last few months he’s barely been a person, let alone a soldier or a commander of men. 

He knows you will be back. You’re alive. You’re somewhere safe. That’s more reassurance he’s had in months… years even. But he doesn’t have the strength to find comfort or joy in that sentiment. He doesn’t even have it in him to be angry. He’s just drained. Empty. Devoid of any feeling on the matter, aside from a dull throb of exhaustion. 

“We’re approaching The Radiant” Slush gives the warning. 

“Inform the bridge of our return, and tell them to await deployment orders from Coruscant” Wolffe responds, settling back into himself. Ensuring that he is not broadcasting his own feelings, or lack thereof. 

“Yes sir” Slush acknowledges before transmitting the message. 

The ship comes in for a landing in the familiar hanger, the team is ready and waiting to receive them. As Slush completes the landing cycle, Wolffe clears his throat. 

“Thank you” he says “For the last couple months” 

Slush clasps his shoulder and gives him a nod “I’m still with you Commander” 

“I have one more favor to ask of you” He says 

“Anything” 

“Keep Dr Faragian away from me” he makes sure to exaggerate the name 

Slush laughs “The day we get to transfer him off this ship, will be the best day of our lives” 

“Agreed” 

To Wolffe’s surprise and relief, General Plo takes the lead on addressing the waiting squadron. He confirms the rumors that have been going around that a successful vaccine has been synthesized, you are in recovery, and the war is not over. He tells them to be ready for deployment at any moment, it is likely they will be one of the first squads to receive orders.

Barely an hour passes before orders arrive and The Radiant is jumping to light speed, heading towards the next threat. 

Days pass into weeks. One mission wraps up and another is waiting. Wolffe trains with the team. Does meaningless paperwork. Attends meetings of strategy and war development. Eats. Sleeps. Bathes. He sort of just exists. 

He misses you. When he’s with the team, the group feels incomplete. When he’s alone, he feels incomplete. His feeling of emptiness comes and goes. There are bad days where he doesn’t feel like himself, he just feels like a vessel. And there are better days, where he misses you so much his chest hurts. He prefers those days.

———

Every day you push yourself to move your body in whatever small ways you can manage. You know you have to trust the process, healing takes time, especially without the aid of bacta. 

In a few weeks you’re able to sit up on your own and are given the go ahead to use a hover chair to get to and from the fresher on your own. The independence of this seemingly small task does wonders for your mental health and your resolve to get better. You use your hover chair privileges to leave your room and visit others in the hospital. Encouraging them to move their bodies and not give up hope. 

You urge the medical droids to allow you to start physical therapy. You want to move. You want to walk. You want to lead the way for the others to recover too. And you do. 

It is slow progress. But you keep at it. The day you’re strong enough to take a solid step without a walker or handrails, you are so happy you could cry. Your fellow doctors and medics around you at various points in their recovery progression are ecstatic for you. But you can’t wait to send a message to Wolffe and the team. 

You’re tired getting back into your bed. You know from the news and reading officers reports that the war has resumed in full force, despite still having very few medics. More and more new graduate medics and doctors have volunteered or been drafted on both sides. A few medics at other recovery centers have been returning to duty. You long to be one of them.

Neuromuscular rehab program is working. Took three steps unassisted today. Will be walking in no time! 

You smile to yourself as you hit send. You know he might not see it for a while. Especially if they’re deployed or on a different sleep cycle. You haven’t heard from him in a few weeks, so you assume he’s busy. Or he just doesn’t have anything to report. 

You miss him. You miss all of them really. You miss being Slush’s copilot. You miss teasing and laughing with them around a campfire or in the mess hall. You miss your office and your simple chambers. You miss your team. You miss your partner. You miss Wolffe. 

You want to be by his side when he addresses the squad. You want to share a meal with him, even if it’s just flavorless rations. You want tease him and make him laugh. You want to lay next to him in bed and feel his lips against yours. 

You roll over onto your side and hold one of your pillows close to your chest, squeezing your eyes shut. You have to remind yourself of how far you’ve already come. Each new day, each new step gets you just a little bit closer to getting back to your normal life. You just have to stay focused and motivated. 

Your com device buzzes behind you, indicating a new message has come through. You make the effort to roll over and reach for the device, knowing it will be worth it to hear from him or your team. 

I’m proud of you 

You smile at the message. Short but sweet, and most definitely genuine. This is a monitored frequency, any exchanges using it have to be above board. Usually leading to short responses and unceremonious updates. But you know. You know he must be happy you’re getting better. You know he is proud of you. 

One step turns into three steps. Three into five and five into ten! You’re getting stronger with the exercises you’ve been prescribed. Your walking form is getting better and more stable. It’s not enough for you. You want to walk without fatiguing. You want to run! 

It is the hardest part. Transitioning from independent walking to jogging to running. You feel like you can see the finish line but can’t go any faster to reach it. You try to keep Wolffe updated, even when he can’t respond. 

Running was never your favorite part of physical training. But the day you’re able to run at a full sprint with no pain, no instability, no abnormal oxygen consumption or fatigue. You’ve made it! You’re considered to be back to full health by GAR standards. You’re ready to put your uniform back on, load up on a transport and meet up with The Radiant wherever they are in the galaxy. But your discharge papers give you pause.

The options you’re presented are: Accept an offer to be honorably discharged from service. Accept an offer to be transferred to a non fieldwork position at a VA hospital on a Republic hub planet. Accept a reenlist opportunity to be assigned to a new squadron in need of a field medic. Request placement on previous squadron or team, if position remains vacant or is otherwise unoccupied. 

Obviously you select the option to go back to your squad but the phrasing of it makes you uneasy. You’ve put in all of this work and waited all of this time. You want to go back now. You should be allowed to rejoin your squad. You shouldn’t have to request it. And you will be damned if fucking Roy takes your place as lead medic on the 104th. 

You are discharged from the civilian hospital that has been your home for the last several months, and stay in temporary GAR housing in Theed. Until your new orders are confirmed you do what you do best, you treat patients. Normal civilians with normal ailments and injuries. It’s sort of nice, being able to practice medicine in a much simpler way. People with sprained ankles, children with mild illnesses, small cuts and household burns. But it also feels like a sick joke. Like winning a grand tournament only for the prize to be a participation certificate. 

Three weeks later, with no communication from the GAR on your placement or from the team acknowledging your update, you get a com call in the middle of the night. Not that you were able to sleep anyway, too much on your mind to sleep. Orders. Orders to rejoin the The Radiant at their next rendezvous point. 

It’s hauntingly familiar. Leaving a medical facility, getting on a transport, and flying off to meet back up with your squad. You’ve spent more time away from them than with them in the last year. You want this to be the last time this ever happens. 

———

Wolffe received word of changing course to make a stop at a rendezvous, and thought nothing of it. The Radiant transports troops from outposts, medical frigates, weigh stations and the like all the time. It isn’t until five minutes before the ship is set to arrive that he sees the transfer order come up on his data pad. 

He has to reread it twice, three times, then four and five to make sure he’s not just seeing things. It’s real. That is your full name. Followed by your rank and designation. You’re being reassigned to the 104th. You are the person getting on at the rendezvous. 

He hasn’t seen you in months. He hasn’t seen any updates from you in weeks. And now you’ll be here in a matter of minutes. He coms Slush to assemble the squadron to receive you in the hangar when you arrive. And rushes to be there in time to join them. 

He stands at attention when the shuttle docks in the bay. His heart hammers in his chest as the ramp lowers. And he watches as a different woman than the one he kissed goodbye on Naboo descends the ramp. You look strong and healthy. You look the way he remembers you the first time you met, over two years ago. You look like you again.

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ warnings : angst, smut, slight noncon (he pressures her into consenting at first), light exhibitionism, fingering, oral (fem rec.), mentions of cheating, pet names (angel, princess, etc), lmk if i missed any ^_^

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ authors note >< : my first post here :D!!! this is the second fic i actually decided to attempt to write.. so im so so so sorry if the pacing is off or the writing is weird LMFAO,, it took me way longer than id like to admit to finally finish this.. literally has been in my drafts since july of last year 😭 this was supposed to be inspired by focus by nct 127, unfortunately though i definitely went a little off track.. hopefully whoever reads this enjoys it as much as i do!! any and all feedback is welcome :3 psa.. though this was proof read like 89 times pls ignore any spelling errors im dyslexic ok

It’s been almost a year since you and Haechan broke up. You’ve spent every second since despising him. You hate the way he steals glances when he thinks you won’t notice. You hate the way his voice still lingers in the back of your mind when the room is too quiet,  and more than anything, you hate how much you still find yourself craving the warmth of his touch at times. 

You do your best to ignore him. You guys share the same friend group and hang out often. The last thing you’d want to do is make your shared friends feel tied up in your weird relationship drama. But it was hard when Haechan would joke around with them and slip in snide comments about you, glancing over at you with that stupid shit-eating grin plastered on his face, desperately trying to get a rise out of you. 

Though you’ve convinced yourself you’re over him, completely given up, you sometimes wonder if he ever stops hating you. If, for even a second, he lets himself remember what it was like before everything fell apart. If he ever regrets the way he cheated on you and left you confused, and broken.

As the long-awaited spring break weekend arrived, you and your six friends — plus Haechan — found yourselves at Chenle’s summer estate, a secluded getaway nestled between towering pines that you all tended to visit every vacation you got. The midday sun filtered through sheer white curtains, casting warm patterns across the wooden floors of your designated room. 

You wasted no time unpacking, barely bothering to fold your clothes as you stuffed them into the nearest dresser. The trip had only just started, and you already knew you wouldn’t be spending much time in this room, not when the sun was high, the water was cool, and the pool was calling your name.

Slipping into a simple black bikini, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror. Satisfied, you grabbed your phone and headed for the door, the distant sound of laughter drifting up from downstairs. Voices overlapping, doors opening and closing. It was familiar, easy, the kind of noise that made the place feel lived in.

You exhaled, relaxation finally overriding your system. You were here to enjoy yourself, and nothing, not even the lingering tension of past mistakes, was going to change that.

In the kitchen, Mark and Renjun were hunched over the island, deep in some conversation you didn’t care enough to eavesdrop on as they cut up fruit. Everyone else was out by the pool, laughing, sunbathing, and just having a good time overall. 

Everything felt easy, weightless, like nothing mattered beyond this weekend, beyond the warmth of the sun and the cool relief of the water.

Unfortunately for you, though, you saw him, and your mind immediately started to wander.

Haechan sat at the edge of the pool, legs submerged, an unreadable expression on his face as he stared out at the water. There was something detached about his gaze, like he wasn’t fully there. Like he was completely lost in thought about something else. 

You rolled your eyes and turned away before you could linger too long. You hadn’t spoken to him once since getting here, and you weren’t about to start now. It was bad enough you had to share this weekend — just like every other moment with your friends — with him. He wasn’t going to ruin this for you. Not like he always did. You refused to let him get under your skin whatsoever.

Without a word, you walked past the kitchen, past the open doors, and stepped onto the sun-warmed patio, quietly taking a seat on a secluded sun lounger. The laughter, the sunlight, the cool water, all of it should have been enough to soothe you. And for the time being, it was.

You weren’t going to let him be the thing you noticed most.

A few hours had passed, the sun just barely starting to dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the patio. You and your friends were deep in discussions. Yet, despite the carefree energy surrounding you, your attention kept flickering toward the empty space where Haechan should’ve been.

You hadn’t seen him for a while now — not that you cared, but you could definitely tell something was on his mind, slowly eating away at him. Usually, he would do everything in his power to irritate and annoy you, take every opportunity he had to glare so intensely you swore he was trying to burn holes into your skin, but today he was quiet. Too quiet. 

You told yourself it didn’t matter, that he’d probably just had a rough day and called it quits, going back to his room. Yet the longer you sat there, the more you found yourself unconsciously searching for him.

Shaking off the thought, you stretched your arms above your head, sighing as the stiffness from sitting too long settled into your shoulders. Deciding you needed a break, you made your way inside, stepping into the dimly lit kitchen. The faint hum of the fridge filled the quiet space as you reached for a glass, the cool sensation of condensation forming against your fingertips while you poured yourself a drink.

Just as the first sip of cold juice touched your lips, a sudden grip on your hips sent a sharp jolt up your spine. Your breath hitched, fingers tightening around the glass as a shiver coursed through your body. The grip was firm, possessive even, harshly pushing your back against their chest. 

For a split second, your mind raced. The silence behind you felt heavy, the presence lingering close. Immediately, you knew it was Haechan, the fear in your body being quickly overridden with irritation as you grabbed his wrists and forced his hands off your body.

“Don’t touch me, Donghyuck.” Your voice was a weird mix of soft yet stern, it only made his smirk grow wider. His hands immediately moved back to your hips, fingers digging in so harshly you were sure it would leave bruises. A small hiss slipped past your lips before he rested his chin on your shoulder, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

“Why not? I know you miss my touch, baby.” He whispered sweetly, his hands pressing you further against him. Your ass flush against the bulge in his swimsuit made you wince, the pressure of his fingers digging into your hips sent an intense pain through your body. You hesitated for a second, your breath catching in your throat, before you reluctantly set the cup down on the counter.

“No need to get all dumb and quiet, you're shaking so much… just let Hyuckie take care of you the way he always did. Yeah, angel?” He spoke again, his hands abandoning your hips to slide down to your thighs, gripping them tight as his lips pressed hot, hungry kisses down the back of your neck and shoulder. You shook your head, a small, desperate "no" slipping from your lips, barely more than a breath.

Too many emotions surged within you, too disoriented to make sense of them all. A mixture of irritation, confusion, and fear gnawed at the pit of your stomach. You could feel the heat of his body behind you, his every movement making your pulse race even faster.

Something inside you screamed to get away, but another part of you… made you hesitate, made your mind make excuses telling you to stop trying to squirm out of his grasp. Maybe it was the slight yearning you've had for his touch since you've broken up, but you couldn’t admit that to him. Let alone yourself. You hated everything about this interaction, it made you sick to your stomach and you wanted nothing more than to get away and forget all about it. Everything about this made you feel so vulnerable.

“No? Not something my pretty girl would say… You don’t have to lie, baby, I know deep down this is what you want. Isn’t it, yn?” He spoke smoothly, his voice low and almost commanding. 

You hated the way his words rang in your head, you especially hated the way your body reacted to his voice. Your legs subconsciously squeezing together before your breath caught sharply in your throat once more, feeling his hand slide from your thigh straight to the lining of your bikini bottoms. 

Gently yet urgently he tugged the cloth aside, the cool air brushing against your warm core making a small whine leave your mouth. He chuckled deeply ー his fingers wasting no time circling painfully slow motions to your swollen bud. 

"C'mon, angel, say it." He cooed softly into your ear, his chest somehow pressing even more into your back. His breath, warm and unrelenting against your skin, it made goosebumps rise across your arms and legs. You felt a chill despite the heat of his presence, your body instinctively tensing under his touch.

You knew, deep down, that no matter what you said, he wouldn't stop. That was how these situations always played out after all. But you also knew Haechan, you know the one thing he hates most is not getting what he wants, the thought of saying no and the lingering uncertainty of what he might do next made your stomach churn. 

Not knowing what else to do besides pray that one of your friends outside just a few feet away would walk in and end this before it went any further. You hesitated, your body trembling ever so slightly as you nodded, almost unwillingly.

“I… I want this,” you murmured, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them. “Hyuck…”

He hummed softly, his warm breath fanned against your skin, sending another shiver down your spine as his lips trailed lower, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. His pace was slow, deliberate as if he was savoring every reaction he pulled from you. His teeth grazed the delicate skin just below your jaw, a teasing bite followed by the soothing heat of his tongue. All simultaneously followed by his fingers moving faster against your poor clit.

A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound low and pleased as he tilted your head further to the side, exposing more of your neck to him. His hands, warm and pace steady. You did everything in your power to fight back the little whines and moans escaping your lips, you couldn’t stand how much you loved the way he touched you, you wanted to hate this, wanted that escape still but your body completely told him otherwise. Your legs slightly shaking and hands tightly gripping the counter in front of you. 

Your noises had him smirking against your skin, his grip on your thigh tightening as he pulled you closer like he couldn't stand the thought of any space between you. His hips now rolling against you in his own desperate but steady motions. 

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, voice dipping into something lower, rougher. His teeth grazed over the fresh mark he'd left on your skin, a silent claim, before he moved lower, trailing kisses along the curve of your shoulder.

His hand on your leg slid up your back, fingers tracing lazily over your spine before tangling into your hair. He gave it a soft tug, guiding your head back just enough for him to meet your gaze. His eyes were darker now, half-lidded as he studied you the way your lips parted, your chest rising and falling a little faster than before. 

"You're always so sensitive," he spoke, his voice dripping with amusement as he added more pressure. The pads of his fingers rough against your clit made you whimper louder than intended. "You need to be quiet, baby. Want all our friends to hear how good i make you feel?"

You weakly shook your head, your mind far too dazed to comprehend anything he was saying. The heat between your legs was unbearable, every nerve in your body still buzzing from his touch. But before you could even catch your breath, the sound of the patio door sliding open made your stomach drop.

Haechan didn't hesitate. In one swift motion, his hands were off your aching clit and immediately readjusting your swimsuit bottoms back into place, hands pulling away from you like he hadn't just been driving you insane seconds ago. His expression didn't falter, not even a flicker of guilt or hesitation crossing his features as he reached for your glass on the counter, bringing it to his lips as if this was just another casual moment.

Renjun barely had time to take in the scene as he stepped inside, his gaze flickering between the two of you. His eyes briefly landed on you— your messy hair, your flushed cheeks, the way your arms instinctively wrapped around yourself like you were trying to shrink into the background. Embarrassment weighed heavily in your posture, but Haechan? He was completely unbothered, standing there with the same nonchalant douchebag grin you were used to seeing him with. 

Renjun blinked, his confusion evident for a moment before he shrugged, deciding not to question it. Haechan, who was proud of himself for getting away with this, stepped away from you with an easy stretch, barely sparing you another glance as he made his way past Renjun. 

And just like that, he was gone, slipping back outside to join the others without so much as a second thought, leaving you standing there messy, breathless, and weirdly turned on.

For the rest of that night and the entire next day, you did everything in your power to avoid Haechan. The situation alone left you unsettled, a shiver running down your spine whenever you thought about it. You hated everything about it — the way it happened, the way it made you feel. But what you loathed most was yourself. How you let him take advantage of you like that. How fear had rooted you in place, keeping you from standing your ground.

Now, late into the night, the house was quiet. Everyone had retreated to their rooms, either fast asleep or winding down from another relaxing day. But you were restless. Lying in bed, replaying everything over and over, had become unbearable. Eventually, you’d had enough.

Slipping on a clean bikini, you made your way outside to the hot tub by the pool. The cool night air contrasted with the steam rising from the water, the moonlight reflecting off its surface in shimmering waves. The soft hum of crickets mixed with the bubbling water, a gentle, rhythmic sound that finally eased the tension gripping your body. As you sank into the warmth, the heat wrapped around you, melting away the stiffness in your muscles, a contented sigh leaving your lips. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, head tilted back as the soothing warmth of the water surrounded you. You didn’t notice the soft, subtle sound of the patio door sliding open or the quiet patter of footsteps approaching you. Your mind was too consumed by the quiet, the weight of everything else you had been trying to push aside.

But then, you felt the shift in the air as legs brushed against yours. Your head snapped up in surprise, only to meet Haechan’s gaze. A cold rush of panic ran through you, and your body tensed instantly. The chill spread down your spine as the faintest shiver of fear crawled up, uninvited. The instinct to run surged, but something about the way he was looking at you, something almost… apologetic, stopped you cold. You stayed rooted to your spot, too nervous to speak, your heart hammering in your chest as his eyes locked with yours.

Haechan studied you, his gaze narrowing slightly as he noticed the stiff tension in your posture. It hit him, a soft pang of regret, that you might be afraid of him right now. The thought twisted in his chest. He shifted, eyes dropping to the bubbles swirling in the water, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts. When he looked back at you, his voice was gentle, almost too soft, a stark contrast to the way he last spoke to you.

“Why are you so scared? You know me better than anyone… I would never do anything to hurt you.”

His words made your stomach churn, the sudden tenderness sending an unsettling ripple through you.

The way he said it, so calm, so careful, it made your skin crawl in the worst way. It was all wrong— this soft tone wasn’t the one you were used to. Either he was always cocky and annoyed when he talked to you, or you truly haven’t heard this tone from him since you guys dated. 

You could barely manage to hold his gaze as his words hung in the air, thick with something you couldn’t place, something that felt all too fragile. Your eyes shifted back to him, your lips twisted into a small, tight frown. “Your actions say otherwise, Haechan.”

Haechan’s eyes flickered with regret. Softly, he shook his head. “I know. I’m sorry, okay? I just… I lost control. I let my thoughts get the best of me. You didn’t deserve that.”

“What’s with the sudden change? How do you go from loving me to hating me to… doing what you did and now being sorry for it? It doesn’t make sense at all.”

The words hit Haechan harder than he expected. He leaned back slightly, running a hand through his hair, frustration building. 

“I never hated you.”

“Felt like you did. And the feeling was strongly mutual.”

“No, come on, you know that’s not true.” Haechan’s voice was pleading, but it was strained with his own guilt. “You ended our relationship, your own free will, because in your words, you ‘couldn’t take this anymore.’

The fear in your demeanor quickly faded, immediately being replaced with irritation. You exhaled sharply, staring at the water for a moment to ground yourself. “You literally cheated on me,” you finally said, your voice trembling but still firm. “How do you expect me not to hate you?”

Haechan froze for a moment, his heart sinking. He knew he had done something unforgivable. He couldn’t deny that. But hearing it out loud, it was still a punch to the gut. “You cheated on me first,” he shot back, but the words felt hollow, even to him. “I just… I wanted you to feel the way I felt.”

Your expression twisted into disbelief. “What are you talking about? I never cheated on you?” You turned fully to face him now. “Even if that was true, how the fuck would two wrongs make a right?”

Haechan bit his lip, staring down at the water, avoiding your gaze. He had nothing to say to that. “I didn’t know better. I just did the first thing that came to mind. But I know the truth now, yn. You don’t need to lie about it.”

“Donghyuck,” you said softly, but it was almost like a warning. “You don’t know anything. Why would I cheat on you?”

The silence stretched for a moment, thick and heavy. Finally, Haechan looked up at you, his face softened with regret. “You tell me. I saw you unblock your ex on Instagram. His name was constantly popping up on your phone, and you were going out more often. Obviously, I assumed the worst.”

Your eyes narrowed at him once again, desperately trying to make sense of his words. “Okay… so you could’ve talked to me like a normal person?” You paused for a moment, sighing softly. 

“I unblocked him because we ran into each other at a café, and honestly, we had a nice conversation. He started texting me more because he wanted to apologize for the way he treated me and ask me how I was doing. I only started going out more because you were always hanging out with Mark, and I wanted to be with my own friends as well.”

Haechan swallowed hard, his hands now gripping the edge of the tub as if to anchor himself. “So you guys never met up again?”

“No,” you replied, your voice laced with annoyance and slight disbelief that he’d even ask. “God, fuck no. I didn’t even accept his apology. My replies to him were so dry, and I kept mentioning you so much that he gave up and stopped talking to me.”

Haechan’s face flushed with shame. His eyes softened as he let out a quiet, “oh… I’m so sorry, yn..”

You looked at him for a long moment, as if assessing him, as if trying to decide if you could still be mad. You shook your head softly, your frustration still there but it was slipping. Your shoulders sagged, as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you'd been holding. “Yeah, you should be. I can’t believe you didn't just talk to me in the first place.” Your words were more tired than angry now, but they still carried weight.

But despite it all, despite the anger and the hurt, there was a crack in your resolve. You missed him, he missed you too, and you knew that. The silence between the two of you grew heavy again as your gaze softened, just a little. 

He inched his way closer, the warmth of his palm grazing your skin as he cupped your cheek with delicate hesitation. His pleading searched yours, as if he was begging for your forgiveness.

“Yn, let me make it all up to you…” His voice was barely above a whisper, thick with something between regret and desperation.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to put distance between his touch and your resolve. “Hyuck, I don’t—”

“Please?” he interrupted, his thumb ghosting over your cheekbone. There was no force in his touch, only quiet insistence, as if the weight of his remorse alone could change your mind.

You let out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your resolve crumbling at the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered. With a slow nod, your fingers found their way to his shoulders, pulling him slightly closer to you. 

That was all the permission he needed.

Without hesitation, his lips crashed onto yours, desperate yet careful, as if he was scared you’d pull away. His hands trembled slightly as they found their place, one still cradling your cheek, the other gripping your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You could feel the way his fingers dug in, not enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear that he wasn’t letting go.

The kiss was deep, laced with something far more potent than just lust. There was an unspoken desperation, a need to feel, to forget, to forgive. Quiet hums and breathless moans melted into each other's mouths, the heat between you building with every passing second. Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging just enough to make his breath hitch, a quiet groan vibrating against your lips.

His grip on you tightened. His hands roamed, one splayed against the small of your back, the other trailing up your side before settling just beneath your ribs, as if he needed to feel every inch of you. He let out a shaky exhale before his tongue slid past your parted lips, deepening the kiss, making it messier, hungrier. His lips moved against yours with urgency, like he was afraid to let go.

The way his body pressed flush against yours sent a heat straight to your core, your legs instinctively tightening around his waist. He couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, his restraint slipping with every desperate press of your lips, every soft gasp that fell from you.

His hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the edge of the hot tub. The cool air met your damp skin, sending a shiver down your spine, but his touch, his mouth on yours, burned hotter than the water that lapped at your calves.

His lips never left yours, kissing you like he could pull you deeper into him, like if he kissed you hard enough, it would erase the distance that had once existed between you. His fingers kneaded into your hips, thumbs rubbing slow, teasing circles against your skin. He swallowed your whimper, his own breath coming out unsteady as he pressed himself closer, needing more, needing you.

"Missed you so much, pretty girl... could never forgive myself for letting you go." His words were whispered against your lips, each syllable dripping with regret and longing. His voice was low, raspy, barely holding together the emotions threatening to spill over.

Before you could respond, his lips left yours, trailing soft, lingering kisses down your jaw, moving slowly and deliberately, as if savoring the moment. His breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he nipped at the delicate flesh of your neck.

Instinctively, you tilted your head back, granting him more space to roam, your grip tightening in his hair as breathless pants and whimpers spilled from your lips.

His hands, firm yet reverent, traced down your sides as he continued his descent, mouth exploring every inch of you like he was trying to memorize the feeling all over again. Lips pressed against your shoulders, slow and sensual. His teeth grazed over your collarbone before he kissed his way lower, down the swell of your chest, your stomach, your thighs, taking his time, as if each kiss was an unspoken apology.

He missed this. He missed the way your body reacted under his touch, the way you shivered and tensed, the way your breath hitched with every kiss. His fingers caressed your skin with a delicate kind of desperation, like he was afraid you'd slip away again.

“God, you're so beautiful," he murmured against your thigh, voice drenched in need. His hands squeezed at your hips, holding you in place as he looked up at you, eyes dark with lust. He wanted to worship you, to love you in every way possible, to make you feel just how desperate he was for you, for your forgiveness.

You looked down at him, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, lips parted softly as you tried to steady the emotions rushing through you. Your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“I missed you just as much, Hyuck," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing. “I needed your touch more than anything."

A slow, satisfied smile curved at his lips before he leaned in, pressing delicate kisses up your thigh, inching closer, making sure you felt every lingering second of his touch.

"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that," he murmured against your skin, lips grazing over sensitive flesh. 

Then, without breaking eye contact, he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss straight to your clothed core. The gesture was both reverent and teasing, a silent promise laced in the way he held you, the way his fingers squeezed at your sides like he was grounding himself in your presence.

"Let me take care of you, baby," he whispered, voice deep and filled with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. "I'll be gentle, the way you always liked."

His fingers traced slow, featherlight patterns along your thighs, his lips followed soon after, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses, leaving warmth in their wake. Every motion, every touch, was deliberate like he was savoring you, worshiping you, determined to make up for every second you'd been apart.

You shivered at his words, your fingers instinctively threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your skin. The heat pooling in your core only grew as he pressed another kiss over the dampened fabric between your thighs, his nose grazing against you in a way that had you biting back a whimper.

"Hyuck," you breathed out, barely able to keep yourself still under his touch.

His hands gripped your hips tighter, anchoring you in place as his lips moved deliberately, teasing, testing your patience. "Shh, baby," he murmured, his voice sending shivers straight through you. "Just let me take my time with you."

Another slow, lingering kiss against the sensitive spot between your legs had your back arching slightly, a needy whine slipping past your lips. He chuckled lowly at your reaction, pressing his mouth to your inner thigh, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. His tongue soothed over the spot immediately after, his free hand sliding up your stomach, fingers tracing over your ribs like he needed to feel every inch of you under his touch.

"So pretty," he murmured against your skin, "Missed touching you... missed tasting you."

Your breath hitched at his words, your body reacting to every bit of his attention. His touch was gentle yet possessive, his lips slow and deliberate, as if savoring the way you trembled beneath him. His hands roamed, memorizing every dip and curve, pressing soft, warm kisses along your hips before his fingers toyed with the waistband of your soaked underwear.

"Tell me you want this," he whispered, his lips ghosting just above where you needed him most. His voice was soft, pleading, as if he needed to hear you say it, to know you wanted this just as badly as he did.

You looked down at him, eyes hazy with need, your fingers tightening in his hair as you gave the smallest nod. "I do, Hyuck," you whispered breathlessly. "I need you."

His eyes darkened at your words, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "That's all I needed to hear, baby."

And with that, he wasted no time sliding off your bikini bottoms, tossing them aside carelessly before spreading your thighs apart, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you. Without a second thought, he dipped his face into your heat, his lips brushing the sensitive skin with an intensity that made you gasp.

You could feel the heat radiating off him as his breath fanned over you, a soft shiver running through your body. His fingers sunk into your thighs, keeping you steady as he kissed you slowly, teasingly, taking his time to savor every inch of you. You couldn't help the soft moans that escaped your lips as his tongue finally made contact with your aching clit, warm and relentless, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had you bucking against him instinctively.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, "You taste so fucking good," he murmured against you, his voice husky and laced with need. 

He was quick to pick up his pace, lapping at your pussy like his life depended on it. The way his mouth moved against you made you forget everything time, space, the world around you. All that mattered was the heat that coiled inside you, building with every passing second as his hands tightened their grip.

You felt yourself unraveling, the pressure in your chest mounting, the tension in your core winding tighter and tighter until you couldn't hold back any longer. The way he drove you to the edge without hesitation, without mercy, was maddening. You gripped his hair, tugging him closer, your body unable to stop itself from reacting to him.

"Hyuck.." you gasped, your voice breathless, barely a whisper as you dug your fingers into his scalp.

"Please..."

He smirked against you, the feeling of his lips curving into a grin sending another surge of heat through your body. "Please what, baby?" he teased, his voice low.

"I need you," you whimpered, barely able to keep your composure. "so bad.."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your sensitive skin, lifting his head just enough to lick his lips with a sly grin. "Be patient, angel," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Can you do that for me?"

You whined softly, the sound barely escaping your throat, before nodding eagerly, your body desperate for him, hips arched forward instinctively, silently begging him to continue.

He smirked, the dark gleam in his eyes full of satisfaction as he saw the way you squirmed under his gaze. "Good girl," he praised, his voice smooth like honey, almost cruel in how calm it was. "Just sit there, keep making those pretty little noises for me."

And with that, he dove back in, his mouth moving against you with newfound urgency, his tongue working you over with perfect precision. The wet sounds of his lips against your cunt mixed with the breathless moans spilling from your mouth, the pleasure so overwhelming it left your head spinning.

Your hands gripped at his hair, tugging sharply as your hips rocked forward, meeting his movements in a desperate attempt to chase the high only he could give you. He groaned at the sensation, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure shooting through your body.

Then, without warning, you felt his fingers tracing along your folds, teasing you with slow, torturous strokes.

"So wet for me," he mumbled, his breath hot against your slick skin. "You want more princess?"

You nodded frantically, your grip tightening on him.

"Please, Hyuck," you whined, your voice trembling.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest before he finally slipped two fingers inside you, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. Your walls clenched around him immediately, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as he curled his finger just right, pressing against that perfect spot that had you seeing stars.

"There you go," he cooed, watching your body react to him. "Always take me so well, pretty girl."

His lips quickly made their way back to your clit, tongue flicking gently as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking you with a newfound passion. 

The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of his mouth and fingers sending a hot, electric pulse through your veins. Your legs trembled, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the pressure in your core built higher and higher, coiling so tightly you thought you might snap at any second.

"Hyuck-" you choked out, your thighs tightening around his head.

He hummed against you, the sound vibrating through your entire body as his fingers quickened their pace, fucking into you with more intensity, more purpose. He could feel you getting closer, your body tensing, your moans turning into desperate, broken cries.

"That's it, pretty," he murmured against your heat, his voice rough with desire. "cum for me, baby."

And with one last flick of his tongue and a perfectly timed curl of his fingers, you shattered. The pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as your release hit you with blinding force. Your back arched off the edge, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as he worked you through it, not stopping until your body was shaking from the overstimulation. 

Only then did he finally pull away, his fingers slipping out of you slowly, as he pressed one last kiss against your sore soaked pussy. He looked up at you, his lips glistening, a cocky smirk playing on his face.

"That's my girl," he murmured, bringing his fingers up to his lips and sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. 

"I’ll never get enough of how good you taste."

love letter from mae 💌 augegsgshsj 😵‍💫,, i wanted to add more to the end but i physically cannot bring myself to.. maybe one day a pt2 will be in the works if people actually enjoy this! lmk lmk lmk!

ty for reading!! ♥︎♪ヽ(*´∀｀)ﾉ

[captainreecejames]

Pick Me Up?

Charles Leclerc imagine

summary : the four times Charles picks you up and the one time you pick him up.

pairing : Charles leclerc x fem!reader

I believe there is no mention of YN, but I'm not 100% sure.

word count : 3.5 k

warnings : none that I can think of

note : I only read over this once so if there's spelling errors or other mistakes that's what happened. Next up should either be Logan Sargeant my ex is a footballer or the social media accompanying fic. Anyways, enjoy and me if you like it!!

1. Charles picks you up from a bad date

The date had started fine.

Actually more than fine. He showed up on time, was pleasant to the waitress, and had good manners. Really, he would have even gotten a second date, if he hadn’t brought up Formula 1.

It’s a topic you tend to avoid when meeting new people, as they either tend to know a lot already and want to use you to get to Charles or they don’t know anything and assume that you are using Charles, when they know nothing about your relationship. It was a hassle you learned to shut down before it even began.

But back at the date with Vince, he had brought it up and that’s when things started to go down hill. 

Despite your best efforts, when people brought up Formula 1, you grew taller and more focused on the conversation, it’s like a switch flipped. While Charles driving for the best known team certainly helped your interest, everything about the sport was fascinating for you and you couldn’t help but geek out when the topic came up. 

Vince noticed your reaction and his casual demeanor turned critical. “You only know about it because you think the drivers are hot.” That had made your smile drop instantly, brows furrowing as you tried to respond. “Probably can’t even name all the teams.” He thinks that stumps you, but you’ve dealt with enough shitty men in this sport, you’re not taking anything more from this wanna-be investor.

“I don’t have to prove my knowledge of F1 to you,” you state, deciding that this dinner is now over.

“Oh, now I know you can’t even name five drivers.” Your frown deepens, picking up your napkin and placing it on the table next to your plate. It had gone down hill so fast, how disappointing.

“Your attempt at insulting me into submission is falling flat.” His eyes are wide at your comment, and he must not have expected you realize his move. You flag the waitress over and she walks quickly back to your table, noticing how you’re not smiling anymore. Seems like this date is a bust, so another twenty note must be added to the jar of bets amongst the staff of this restaurant.

(You and Charles visit the place often as it was the sight of your first job, but also the food and people were lovely, and bringing a first date here was the safest option.)

(So they all knew you and were betting on when the dam breaks and you two admit your feelings for each other.)

You hand Lucille enough money to cover both yours and Vince’s meals, not bothering with the change. Your goal now is to get as far away from Vince as soon as possible. He  opens his mouth to say something again, but you are already out of your seat and walking towards the front door, phone calling Charles to pick you up.

He answers on the first ring, always on alert when you go on dates.

(Not because he’s jealous or anything, but because he’s worried about you and needs to make sure that you stay safe. He’s been tempted to bribe the staff of your little restaurant for information during dates after a particularly bad one, but his mom talked him out of it.)

“Ma cherie, is everything alright?” You roll your eyes at his question, just knowing that there’s a smirk on his face right now. He didn’t have a great feeling about Vince, but he wouldn’t say I told you so.

“Can you pick me up please?” You barely need to finish your question before he answers with an ‘of course, I’m already on my way.’

“Need me to stay on the phone?” You glance back at the restaurant, looking in the window to find Vince scrolling away on his phone, oblivious to the movement around him.

“No, focus on the streets. I’ll be fine.” Charles hums his answer and hangs up, leaving you to look busy on the streets of Monte Carlo.

He pulls up not even two minutes later, stopping the car haphazardly in a tow-away zone. You rush to the side, opening the door and shimmying in as fast as you can because even though this is Charles Leclerc’s very recognizable Pista, you don’t want to risk any tickets. While he pulls away you realize how fast he showed up and a question forms on your lips, but he speaks before you have the chance to ask.

“I was only down the road at the marina.” He seems sheepish, like the answer is rehearsed, but you don’t push it because you’re still grateful that he showed up. What would you do without him to pick up after a bad date?

2. Charles picks you cause your car breaks down

This time when you call him should feel less embarrassing than other times, but really it only feels worse. How are you going to admit to him that the car you’ve been saving up for and desperately wanting since you were 7 just crapped out on you before you could even get out of the parking garage? Especially when he advised you against such car. It would be humiliating. 

Alas, you made the call, practicing in your mind what you would say to him. 

Again, he picks up on the first ring, though this time you’re not sure as to why he answered so fast.

“Is everything alright, ma cherie?” You blush, grateful he can’t see your face.

“I’m stuck,” you exhale, ready to face what ever he has in store for you.

“Stuck?”

“My car won’t start and I’m still at work, everyone else has left and I’m in need of a ride.”

“Okay,” he answers, relief filling you. “I’m leaving the gym with Andrea, I should be there in 15 minutes. Don’t talk to any strangers.”

“Love you too, Charles.” You roll your eyes, hanging up on him and sitting in the drivers seat of your beloved, but broken, car. That’s some good money about to go down the drain for the tow and mechanic fees. As you debate calling your dad to help you out with diagnosing what’s wrong with the car, a familiar rumble enters the garage, and you see the ever famous Pista pulling up next to you, a smirking Charles in the driver’s seat.

“Someone call for a pick up?” You want to roll your eyes at him, but the smile on his face makes the irritation melt away. After a long day at work, made even longer because your stupid car that you really wanted wouldn’t start, all you feel is relief and affection for the man in front of you, and it’s a little too overwhelming.

Tears pool in your eyes and Charles frowns, cutting the engine and climbing out so he can hug you. He only admits it to his mother, but holding you is just as good a driving when he’s driving on the track with a car that responds to his every command.

(And what he won’t admit to anyone is that if holding you feels like that, then kissing you must feel like he’s just won a world championship.)

“Ma cherie,” he whispers, pulling your body into his own and stroking your hair to soothe you. He doesn’t ask any questions, which you’re grateful for, you don’t actually know what’s wrong other than everything is just too much and him showing up makes you feel safe enough to let it all out.

When you’ve finally slowed your breathing and made yourself relax he pulls away, looking at you with so much love in his eyes that you’re not sure if you’re dreaming. “Now you know what it felt like to drive under Binnotto.”

The comment is a shock and it makes you snort, which is what Charles was going for. Your laugh that he thinks could make him smile even in the darkest moods. “You can’t say that Mr. Ferrari.” You smack his chest while shaking your head, but the rueful smile on your face tells him that you still haven’t gotten over the team principle screwing him over.

Then the smile eases into something much more natural, and he knows the tense moment has passed. “Takeout?” he suggests, ushering you to the passenger side of his car. You nod at him and he’s pretty sure that he would do anything to make you smile.

3. Charles picks you up for a spontaneous lunch date

The next day it’s he who calls you, but you still an answer on the first ring.

(You’ve dedicated a Måneskin song as his ringtone so you always know when he’s calling)

(He made your ringtone a Mika song after you dragged him to a concert)

“Charles,” you answer, confusion in your tone.

“Ma cherie!” he sounds excited and you can’t help but want to follow him anywhere he goes when he sounds like that.

“Is everything alright?” You ask it this time, because shouldn’t he be packing for a race now?

“I’m outside, we’re going to spend the day on the water.” After leaving your home last night, Charles decided that you needed a pick me up, and what better way but to spend a few hours lounging around on his yacht, soaking up the sun and enjoying each other’s company.

(No one else would be there, but this wasn’t a date.)

(Seriously Arthur, it wasn’t a date.)

You spare a glance around your room, laundry begging to be done and dishes waiting to be washed. Yeah, you could use a day away from chores.

“Let me grab a bag,” you tell him, already throwing more clothes around the room in search of your favorite bathing suit. He hums through the speaker and you put your phone down to keep searching for the bathing suit. It was your favorite red crossover one piece and you be damned if you didn’t wear it today, anything to manifest a Ferrari win.

When you finally manage to find it, in the pile of clean but not put away laundry, you pick your phone back up and tell Charles you’ll be right down.

In two minutes you’re out the door of apartment, eyes landing on Charles leaning against his car. He looks so handsome with the windswept hair and Ray-bans on, you really have to wonder why he’s spending the afternoon with you and not some model he met in a garage.

(He’d say it’s because it’s the weekend before a race and this is a tradition, spending the afternoon with you before he leaves is the only way to ward off bad luck.)

(Seriously, before the Netherlands race last year you'd been unable to make it because of a bad cold and he had to retire the car that race, so safe to say you were forced to the boat, or his apartment, or he came over before the plane every time after that.)

Maybe the question is what would he do without you?

4. Charles picks you up from a girl’s night

This time Charles doesn’t pick up on the first ring, in fact, he barely makes it to the phone in time to answer. That’s because it’s not you who is calling, but rather a friend.

You and few girl friends had decided on a girls night out for one of them going through a bad break up, but after a few pregame shots and then drinks at this club, you were pretty intoxicated.

Looking for your group after coming back from the bathroom and the bar, you had spotted Lando and Max across the room, which made you think about Charles.

(Not that he ever really left your mind.)

And when you think about Charles, you wonder where he is, so you went to your friends. Both their faces lit up when they saw you, indicating that they were also not sober. After a quick hug for both of them you turn to survey the rest of the bar, looking for your Monagasque. 

“He’s not here!” shouts Max, trying to be heard over the noise. Your shoulders drop, turning back to the two racers with a pout on your lips.

“Where is he?” you ask, trying to seem nonchalant, but drunk you can’t hide her feelings as easily as sober you.

(Many would argue that sober you can’t hide her feelings easily either, but all that matters is that Charles doesn’t find out. And since he’s too occupied in hiding his also obvious feelings, you’re both oblivious to the other’s pining.)

Lando says that Charles stayed at home, something about playing the piano and having an early night was more tempting than drinks. The real reason being that if Charles went out he would not have been able to stop thinking about you and your potential suitors, which would lead to him drinking to forget. He was not up for another heartbreak hangover.

Your eyes light up at the mention of Charles playing the piano, sitting down in the booth with them. “Oh! I bet it’s going to sound wonderful!” Both drivers roll their eyes, and to their disappointment, you’re not drunk enough to miss it. “You don’t like his music?” The accusation in your tone makes them readjust their face. It’s not that they don’t like his compositions, it’s just that when Charles explains them, it’s almost always about how you looked on a certain day and he just was so inspired he had to put something down. They’re really tired of the back and forth between you too.

You begin your speech on how talented Charles is at the piano, which then morphs into how talented he is as a driver, and then as a person. It all turns into a ramble about how proud you are of him, something they’ve all heard before.

When you’ve somehow made it to Leo and how Charles chose the perfect puppy, the man himself shows up.

“Ma cherie,” he interjects, placing a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. You turn towards him, and Max swears that there should be cartoon hearts in your eyes.

“Charles!” you yell, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. “What are you doing here?” You’re slightly too loud for being in his arms, but he doesn’t care if you yell his ear off, it’s still you.

“Max said you were ready to come home.” Your brows furrow at that, because you don’t remember ever saying that, or even Max disappearing to call Charles, but you can’t be mad at him showing up.

“One more drink?” you ask, eyes pleading with him. Charles shakes his head, he can feel how much he’s supporting your weight even while sitting and knows that any more alcohol will likely end with you tripping over yourself.

“Water,” he answers and you’ve agreed to the words coming out of his mouth because it’s Charles, and he’ll never steer you wrong.

Charles heads to the bar to grab a water, running into your group of friends there. He tells them your status and that’ll he’ll be taking you home after this drink. They all nod along, most of them predicting that the night would end like this: Charles showing up and driving you home.

When it’s finally time to leave and Charles has ushered you out of the packed club into his Pista, you remember that you came here with a completely different group. “The girls!”

“Don’t worry, ma cherie, I saw them before we left and told them I’d take you home.” The gentle smile on his face is enough to put one on yours. Where would you be without him, indeed.

+ 1. You pick Charles up from the airport

You’ve got a new car now, thanks to Charles, and since he needs to be picked up from the airport, you’ve decided to take it for a nice spin. The roads are relatively clear for the drive, and you’re there in the usual 30 minutes. That makes you early for Charles, but you take the time to work out what you’re going to say to him.

Before you get out of the car you text him your location, so that he can head right out and find you, rather than you going into the terminal to look for him. He always was better at finding you.

The last night out had not only ended with Charles taking you home, but with a revelation. You couldn’t keep living like this. Loving him so much and not telling him was suffocating. It made you feel like you were on the edge of a cliff with nothing to keep you safe, and you were tired of it. So the question was, how did you tell him.

“Charles, I’ve been in love with you for ages,” you said, but shook your head. That didn’t sound right.

“Charles, I have to tell you something really important. I think I’m in love with you.” No, you shook your head again and groaned. “I don’t think I’m in love with him, I know I am.”

“Charles, you’re the most important person in my life, I don’t know what I’d do with out you.” Okay, solid start, you might have something with that.

“Charles light of my life.” No. “That’s too cheesy.”

“God, I wish I could put into words how much you mean to me. I love you so much I don’t know what to do with myself most of the time. It’s like I need to feel you to be able to breathe properly. All I really ever need is for you to look and smile at me and I’ll know that everything will be alright. I can get through anything with you there. If you love someone else it would break my heart, but knowing that you’re happy is all I need to be okay. I’d live with the thought of you loving someone else, because if they made you as happy and good as I feel, then there’s nothing more I could ask for.” Yeah, that sounded-

“Well it’s a good thing I love you too.”

You screamed, turning around to see Charles behind you in all his glory. Black sweatshirt and baggy jeans, hair messy like he ran his hand through it multiple times.

“How long have you been there?” you asked, face turning red enough to rival Ferrari.

“At Charles, light of my life.” He shrugged, like you hadn’t just bared your soul out to him. “Though, I disagree, it’s not too cheesy.” Could you get any redder? Feels like this is as red as a human being could get before self-combusting.

He’s just standing there, with a dopey smile on his face that you want to kiss, but you can’t. Something is holding you to the spot. You force yourself to say something. “Can you say something else?”

“Like what?”

“Anything else, I feel like I’m going to explode if you don’t say something.”

“Thanks for coming to pick me up.” He adds a shrug to the end and you narrow your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Oh, you want me to say that I love you too.”

“I don’t want you to say it if you don’t mean it.” If you were a kid you’d add a stomp to the end, as if you were throwing a temper tantrum. He furrows his brow like he’s confused and still you want to kiss him senseless.

“Well, I mean it.”

Now you’re the one confused. “What?”

“I love you too, and I don’t think I’d be okay if you loved someone else as much as I love you. Because I’m selfish and a terrible man and I want you all to myself.” He shakes his head. “I need you all to myself,” he corrects. “You’re the love of my life and if I wasn’t yours then I don’t think I could go on. But you said you do love me, so everything is so much easier now.” Each sentence is punctuated with a step closer, until he’s just a few inches from you, like he needs you to take the last step. You do, without hesitation, because you really would do anything for him.

Eyes glancing at his lips and back, you catch him doing the same thing. “I love you more than anything in this world. I’d give up racing if you asked, I do anything for you.”

Another glance at his lips. “I’d never ask that of you, Charles. But, I love you too, and I’d do anything for you.” His smile at those words would normally catch you off guard, like you’d stop breathing at it, but somehow it just makes everything easier right now. So you kiss him.

Leaning forward those last few inches to grab his shoulders and pull him down so you can kiss him with as much love as you can muster. If words can’t explain how much you love him then maybe kissing him will convey it. That you love him more than words, actions and thoughts can combine. You love him.

(And he loves you.)

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Hey there could I request G!P professor!nat x shy!quiet!reader where reader goes to the school dance alone and feels like a loser for not having the balls to talk or join in with other people but then nat decides to keep her company because she can’t stand seeing her favorite student all pathetic just standing there like a lost puppy and then they sneak off to do “other” stuff

Favourite

Paring: fem!reader x prof!Nat

Warnings: SMUT, amab!Nat, top!Nat, bottom!reader, age gap (legal), taboo relationship, soft sex, p in v, brief oral, soft!Nat, virgin!reader, gentlewoman!Nat

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional. I do not own these characters!

A/N: I’m not dead yet and more active noe

I had always thought in college things would change for girls like me, the quiet ones, with a few friends, who you would only talk to to copy their homework. However it stayed that way or at least for me. I had found my small group of friends but I was far from well socialised in my college. But I wasn’t complaining about it either after all it left more time to study.

Most of the lessons I attended were boring except for one: Russians literature with Professors Romanoff, a tall, athletic woman, with red hair and the greenest eyes you had ever seen. You didn’t mind her talking for hours about poems and novels and what we were supposed to think of them. However you couldn’t care less about the words leaving her mouth when you’re eyes were only fixated on her lips.

Eventually more of the semester passed and soon it was time for the annual ball. Because of your low social status you didn’t even try to find a date opting on going alone instead, it wouldn’t be that bad right?

Once there you where alone, the few friends which you had didn’t bother to attend so you stood alone at the side of the large room your eyes fixated on the ground. You should just go, you thought to yourself. “Good evening, Y/N” you heard the familiar husky voice next to you. You looked up only to be greeted by your smirking professor. She looked gorgeous having picked out a matching suit to her eyes.

“Hi, Ms. Romanoff” she leaned against the wall next to me her eyes darting over my smaller body. “Where’s your date?” “I don’t have one” I answered truthfully, her expression stayed the same it was hard to read her. “And you’re friends?” I sighed she knew the answer to that already. “They didn’t attend.” She chuckled licking her lips like a predator who just found it’s helpless prey. “Poor girl, all alone and needs her professor to keep her company”

I let out a small laugh which sounded incredibly fake. Her words made my cheeks heat and I didn’t even know why. “Could be worse” I looked up in her eyes again “You’re a very pleasant conversation partner” “Am I?” She chuckled “That means a lot to me, hearing my favorite student say something like that” “I’m your favorite?” you stammered out “Trust me bunny a girl like you” Her hand trailed to my hip “You hardly get something like that every ten years. I’m very happy to have you”

Her words made my heart flutter and my head turn. I was special, Romanoff’s girl. “Do you mean that?” My voice was still a bit shaky. “Of course I do. We should go somewhere more private” I nodded her hand intertwined with mine she pulled me with her through the masses into the parking lot. Once seated in her expensive looking her hand never left my thigh before she started the car she leaned over to me our lips inches apart I tried to lean forward but her hands pushed my shoulder back against the car seat.

“Don’t do this to make me happy” She paused her eyes looking sensire “It won’t affect your grade no matter how you decide.” “I want this”

I breathed out our lips immediately finding each other. The kiss was passionate and heated until Nat pulled away to fasten my seat belt.

“I’ll drive to my apartment” She put her own seatbelt on “Is that okay with you or do you want to go to your dorm” “I’d like to join your tonight” Natasha gave you a cheeky grin at the response her plan had worked out perfectly.

Arriving at her apartment she seated you on her leather couch. She paced around her living room having two wine glasses in hand. “Do you want a glass?” I laughed I was extremely nervous but in a good way “Oh, I don’t drink but I’ll have a water instead” She just nodded accepting my preferences.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve met” She laughed slipping away from her wine glass. “And I’m not just saying that because of the wine.” She added she was sat next to her hand on your thigh. She had long forgotten about her crumpled up suit jacket on the ground though she normally was so precise about keeping everything organized.

“You don’t look bad either” You laughed she pulled you on her lap forcing you to but your legs on either side her crotch on yours. “Let me kiss you” she mumbled against you wet lips. You lips were pressed together so where your bodies and you could feel a bulge poking you. “Fuck you make me so hard” she breathed out on your lips making you moan out in response.

We were caught in the dance of our tongues when I felt her standing up her arms under my ass supporting my weight. I giggle and tighten my grip around her. “Let me take you to the bedroom”

She laid me out on the bed being careful with every item removed and making sure I was comfortable. She kissed everything inch of my skin paying extra attention to my sweet spots and I never felt so loved before. “Have you done that before” She breathed put against my skin.

“Never” I answer truthfully and suddenly I felt a dang of jealousy in my chest. “Is that- a problem?” My professor moved up again before kissing me “Of course not” She looked me in the eyes with her green eyes. “Will you let me be your first” She was being incredibly cheesy but Iiked that. It made me feel safe. “Yes”

She took one of my nipples in her mouth twisting and turning the other with her trained fingertips. She made me putty in her hands with each lick or flick she brought a new sound from my tongue.

My back arched which only made her increase the speed of her movements. After she seemed it to be enough foreplay she kissed her way down to my pubic bone, pressing her nose against my skin to take in the smell of my sweet arrausel. “Can I bunny?” She smirked and kissed your clit I was already wet but Nat was dying for a taste. She flicked her tongue over my now exposed bud. The pleasure was incredible better than any other toy I ever had and you tried to not lose my mind as she teased you bundle of nerves.

She pulled away shortly after ripping away my release in front of my eyes. I looked at her confused as she was already freeing herself from her boxer. She didn’t have a size to be ashamed of and her bush was well groomed too, like you would’ve suspected. She pumped herself a few times groaning until she was fully hard a little droplet of cum on the redden tip.

“Wait I’ll put a condom on” She reached for the drawer but you stopped her “I’m on the pill” Her lips formed a smirk as she positioned herself between my legs. “It’s not gonna hurt sweetheart” She reassured you kissing my neck.

She pushed inside and I making me scratch down her toned back making her whimper. Fuck her whimpers where hot. She bottomed me out looking down at where our bodies were connected she smiled up at you and you smiled back and after I nodded to her she picked up pace.

She was slow at first making me want more you could tell she being careful with you. “Faster” I moaned out making you hips buckle into her trusts. She moaned like a pornstar panting above me as she increased her speed the bed creaking. She made my back arch and my eyes squeezed shut as I released my quiet prayers for her.

“You close?” She panted and I nod “Fuck, your so tight” I grabbed on her shoulders scratching down as I came all over her shortly after she filled me up too. She pulled out the cum leaking down my legs. She climbed up my body flipping us over so I lay on her chest.

“You’re my favourite” She whispered and kissed my sweaty forehead

:)

[dilfdemolisher]

Sir

Summary - You have a sleepover with your friend Sarah Miller, who's been a bit of a shitty friend lately. So you take opportunity with her dad Joel who's dying to fuck you 18+ MINORS DNI

Content - JOEL MILLER IS A CREEP! HE’S A WEIRDO! If you don’t like it don’t read it. Sarah and the reader are above the age of 18, didn’t specify but reader is legal ofc, she kinda likes that he’s a creep (just like me fr), Joel being shocked that a pretty young girl wants to touch his predatory pp, titty smack:), hair pulling, oral/fingering (f receiving), unsafe p in v, blurred lines of consent, choking, noncon creampie, prob grammar/spelling errors, and worst of all…tuna melts (idk i feel if a food was a creep it would be a tuna melt)

Word count - 3969;)

Walking into the Miller home isn’t something unusual with Sarah Miller being one of your closest friends you feel comfortable just walking in, you know they leave their door open. The neighbourhood is filled with families and elders, there’s not much of a threat of a break-in.

“That you Hun?” Mr. Miller speaks up from the kitchen, walking out of the entrance to your right into the kitchen he's cutting celery. “I’m making some tuna melts if you want one?”

“Oh no, it’s me, sorry.” You say before questioning him. “Is Sarah in her room?” You ask, heading towards the staircase.

“No, she's been out all day with that boyfriend of hers.” He says with a sigh. “Why ya’ asking?”

“Oh we were gonna hang out is all.” Now this is awkward you think, trying not to express your disappointment that his daughter bailed on you right in front of him.

“Well shit, I’m sorry.” He sighs while grabbing pickles from the fridge to start cutting. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll make you one too?”

“Oh no you don’t have to do that.” You politely decline.

He stops his cutting to look towards you. “Have you eaten dinner yet?” He asks quizzically.

“No, I just don’t wanna bother you is all.”

“Well then sit, I insist I don’t want you leaving my house hungry Sweets, put something on the TV I’ll bring it out when it’s done”

Sweets that’s new

“Uhm well thank you sir.” You say a bit timidly, he looks up at you, corner of his mouth in a smirk. “Of course.”

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“Thank you.” You say as he hands you your plate. “Forensic Files nice.” He says as he sits down next to you. “I’m sorry ‘bout Sarah, I’m sure this isn’t your ideal evening.”

You nod and shrug. “It’s okay, if she's busy, she’s busy.”

He scoots himself closer before speaking again. “Say don’t ya’ got a boyfriend to keep yourself busy with? You’re a pretty one y’know, I think Sarah mentioned one.”

“Me? I don't, no.” You say sheepishly, taking a bite of your food and finally meeting his gaze after he doesn’t respond for a moment.

He’s looking at you intensely. Like you’re his prey, you think about scooting away from him before realizing you’re already snug against the arm of the couch. You’re stuck.

You took the final bite of your meal before looking at him and speaking. “Thank you for the food but I think I should get going before it’s late.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “Nonsense, I texted Sarah and told her she forgot and she’s heading here right now.” He says in between bites.

“Oh, thank you.” You say.

You must have misread his intentions, you almost feel guilty for thinking he was being creepy. He was just trying to be polite, and make conversation until Sarah arrived because HE went out of his way to do something nice for you and have her come home. He wasn’t even trying to come onto you.

“Of course, gimme your plate. I'll clean up down here while you’re waiting, you can head to Sarah’s room if ya’ want.” He says while reaching for your plate.

“Thank you sir.”

He maintains eye contact while taking your plate, two of his fingers run along the base of your hand starting at your wrist to your fingertips as he grabs the plate, the same smirk as earlier creeping on his lips.

He says nothing as he walks away, you decide it’s best to head up into Sarah’s room.

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You're hot, your body slightly sticky from the heat trapped beneath the blankets created by you and Sarah in your sleep. Sarah's sleeping next to you, mouth open with a small spot of drool on her pillow.

It's fucking hot though and not much sounds better than a cold glass of water, but that takes a walk in past the door of your friend's father who has been flirting with you. Fuck.

In all fairness it's not that he’s unattractive, it's definitely not that. More so because it's very inappropriate. That's your friend's father, which you are a little tense with at the moment. You'd talked about her absence and she only partially apologized, more so excused. You know damn well it's gonna happen again but your tendency to give forgiveness when not earned pushed aside any confrontation that would be valid.

But no, it would be inappropriate to think about anything with her father, he’s old enough to be yours. And that's with the assumption he was flirting with you all along. But a glass of water does sound really fucking nice right now. Leaving Sarah's room with a wince as her door squeaks as it opens, your footsteps treading lightly to avoid more noises; noises you hope don't wake Mr. Miller up.

You reach the bottom of the stairs and make your way to the kitchen by using your recollection of the floorplan and the faint glow on the floor from the moonlight, though you figure it's best to turn the stove light if you wanna get water without any spilling accidents.

You hit the switch and face the sink to turn on the faucet and let it run cold while you grab your glass from the cupboard. You fill your glass and take a sip, savouring the feeling of the liquid pouring down your throat and cooling you down from the inside, you can't help but let out a small hum of satisfaction as the glass leaves your mouth.

“Ain't that a pretty sound.” A voice from behind you rings.

You jump, startled by the break of silence the water from your predominantly full cup splashes onto your shirt. Your white shirt. The worst of the damage is on the tops of your chest, but it doesn't stop the water from slowly migrating down further.

“I-“ You stand there speechless, aware of your sudden nudity and completely unsure of how to navigate this situation. You stay staring at him for several moments before realizing he's not meeting your eye contact, his eyes are lying somewhere else.

“Well that ain't good is it.” He says, with a…caring look on his face. A complete switch from the way he looked at you seconds earlier though, if there was better lighting you could almost swear his pupils aren't normally that dilated though.

“We need to getcha’ a new shirt don’t we?” He says before walking away, he reaches the first steps of the stairs before realizing you aren’t following him. “I know that can’t be comfortable honey.” He empathizes with a nod of his head leading upstairs. Taking the cue you start walking upstairs to head to Sarah’s room without much thought as if your body’s doing it for your father then your mind in your state of embarrassment.

You both walk to the stairs as he keeps one arm gripping the railing, you can’t help but admire as you eye his bicep and the way the fabric of the shirt tightens around it. Though any other thoughts are cut short as he lets go of the railing and heads to his door and opens it without entering, implying for you to enter.

“I need to get a shirt from Sarah’s room.” Say matter of fact, not completely sure of how to take this.

Because there is no fucking way Mr. Miller is inviting you into his room

“Get one from my room, you don’t wanna wake Sarah up do ya’?”

You shake your head and he opens the door wider. You walk in and feel his palm press across your back pushing you forward slightly before he lets go when you’re a few feet away and walks back and peeks his head out in the direction of Sarah’s room and closes the door.

You hear a click presumably from him locking it. You sit on the foot of his bed. He looks over at you, you see his chest rising up and down faster than it should be from just a walk up his staircase.

He starts to walk over to you, slowly as if not to scare you like he’s about to pounce before he stops his movements when you speak.

“What’s happening?” You ask because you’re a solid 90% sure Mr. Miller had just led you into his room to fuck you but the voice in your head that’s telling you he’d never do that even though you don’t him that well is loud, almost as loud and disruptive as the arousal you feel stirring in your tummy.

You shouldn't want fuck him, it's your friend's father. Your friend who has been a shitty friend lately to be fair, and if you wanted to get payback in a way without her ever knowing, having sex with her father is definitely a good way to do it. So fuck it.

Joel opens his mouth to respond to your question but quickly shuts it when he sees you grab the hem of your top and drag it off, completely exposing your chest to him. You pull your feet from the floor to the bed underneath your thighs, having you in kneeling a position on his bed.

You look at Joel to see his jaw slacked as if this is a surprise for him. Speculating he didn't think it was going to be like this, that you would be so on board to fuck him. It's quite the uncomfortable thought that he may have had his way with you whether you wanted it or not, but that's a thought you need to push to the side for now. What you do have, is a moment of confirmation in your brain, now you know for sure that Joel Miller is a creep. But at least he's a hot one.

He's still standing by the door staring at you looking fucking gobsmacked, you’re starting to question if you have gave the man a stroke. “Mr. Miller?”

“Mmhm.” He hums, he slowly walks towards you until he’s standing in front of you. You can help but take a deep breath, he looks so intimidating from this angle, much bigger than the man who takes your bags inside for you so you don't have to haul it all yourself, or the man that Sarah talks highly of. No this is a different man.

Though, still feel some semblance of the man you know as he brings his hand up to your cheek and strokes it, holding your face so delicately like he will break it and shatter you if he took a tighter grip on your face.

You look for a moment and become certain that he's not wearing anything under those sweatpants with the way you can see his dick starting to get hard so clearly.

You drag your fingers down from his stomach to the band of his pants. “Can I suck your cock?” You ask, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Fuck.” He growls. He stays staring at you for a moment before murmuring, “Come ‘er.” And leans down to bring your face towards his.

His kiss is soft the same way he is with cradling your face. He pushes you on your back gently, you pull apart for a moment as he takes a moment to look at your face. He moves a piece of hair away from your face and pushes it behind your ear.

“Nuh-uh, I’m gonna make you feel good baby.” He whispers, his voice is quite like he's suddenly apprehensive about his voice being heard.

He continues kissing you again, the carefulness that he once had starts subsiding as he bites your bottom lip and becomes more passionate. He's putting his entire body into the kiss, showing how badly he wants you. You wrap your legs around his waist and grind up into him, giving some form of friction against your pussy for the time being.

His kisses become messy, you can feel the fucking spit around your mouth from his, he’s practically drooling for you and this point. His slobbery kisses leave your mouth as they meet your jaw and make their way down to your neck.

His kisses make their way higher briefly as he nibbles on your earlobe. “Gonna make this pretty pussy of yours feel so good baby.” He whispers before gravitating towards your collarbone. He starts where it meets your shoulders and gives gentle kisses to where it meets the other at your sternum, then trails lower towards your breasts.

His hand tracks lower towards the band of your sleep shorts as you feel his kisses get closer and closer to your nipple. He doesn't hook his fingers into the band though instead he slowly drags his fingers towards your covered clit.

“Please.” You whimper as his tongue licks around your nipple. “What do ya’ want, gotta say it.” He kitten licks your nipple then pulls his mouth away, he pulls his hand away from your core and slaps your tit with it. “Use your words or you ain't gettin’ anything, I'll just use this cunt and get what I want.”

Your eyes roll back into your skull as you get your first taste of the pleasure that your body's been begging for. “I bet you'd like that though, huh?” He says with a light chuckle. He's getting such amusement from how quickly you turn into putty that's just waiting to be moulded by his hands.

“Your mouth, please.” You whine. “Want you to use your mouth on me, h-however you want.”

Your pleading seemed to have worked because he finally wraps his lips around your nipple and takes it into his mouth. He uses both of his hands and massages your tits as looks up at you with those big brown eyes. He moves to tease the other breast with his tounge as you tangle your hand into his curls.

You give them a tug Joel releases a moan from his lips. “Want ya’ to tug on my hair real good m’kay baby? Lemme know that I’m making you feel good.”

“Okay.” You whisper, more to yourself than to him. You cannot believe that Sarah’s father is actually between your legs. He moves his head lower and lower until he shifts himself down to get comfortable between your legs and leaves one last kiss on your pelvis then takes your knees into his hands to spread your legs further.

Without asking further, he drags your shorts and underwear down in one pull and chucks them onto the floor. You realize how vulnerable you are looking at him fully dressed as you lay beneath completely nude.

Takes to fingers and drags them up and down along your seam, teasing you. “Please, plea- just touch me.”

You raise yourself onto your forearms to look at him, your eyes pleading for any kind of stimulation. You watch as drags down towards your messy hole, he breaches the tips of his two fingers inside you and then moves them up to your clit. He finally gives pressure to it as he moves his fingers in tight circles over the nerve.

You let out a gasp, relishing the feeling of his calloused fingertips rubbing your pussy. “Thank yo-you.”

“Such a good girl using her manners for me.” He drags his fingers down towards your hole again and takes his middle finger and pushes it into you.

You watch as he stares transfixed, he watches his finger plunge in and out of you.

He pulls his finger out to stick his thick ring finger in accompanied by a squelch of wetness being sounded out along with your breathy whimpers as he fucks you with his two fingers a bit faster.

“God yes!” You let a proper moan for the first time, the feeling of his fingers pounding into that spongy spot inside of you feels so fucking good you can’t bother to manage your noise level anymore.

You can see his filthy smirk in the low light of his bedroom and his eyes watching your hole suck up his fingers. His mouth finds your clit as he dances his tongue along you testing the waters to see what you like. He pulled out his fingers and moves down to give to your hole to give it a messy, but light kiss. His lips are covered in your arousal and continue his kisses along your outer lips before setting one final kiss onto your throbbing clit.

He finally gives you what you need as he eats you out, hiking your thighs onto his shoulders brings you closer and closer to the brink, he continues his frantic movements until your orgasm finds its way from your pussy up to your head making your brain fog up.

He takes his fingers that were once in you that are now covered in your dry cum to drag them around your pussy to gather more wetness before bringing them up to your mouth, in your post-orgasm state not fully realising what he’s asking of you, he pulls your jaw open with his other and shoves his fingers into your mouth until you get the memo and you suck your slick off of them for him.

“Good Girl.” He says with a light, almost endearing smack on your cheek before he moves away to pull his dick out and align himself with your hole.

Too soon you think, you need a couple of seconds to recover before getting fucked by him but when you even begin to mutter a “wait” he clamps his hand over your mouth and pushes himself inside.

“I said I need you to be quiet. What do I have to do to get that through your slutty little head huh?”

He growls as he removes his hand from your mouth pinching your cheeks together causing your lips to push out a pout and shakes your head side to side.

He moves his hand from your face to your throat, not squeezing but resting his hand there, his eyes bore into your soul as he finally starts to slide in and out of you.

There’s a dynamic shift in the room and he knows you feel it too, he’s no longer the sad older dad who you were doing a favour by letting him fuck you. No, the energy in the room is much more sinister. The pieces in your head start to click that it never depended on if you willingly offered to suck him off, he would have had you in the same position regardless.

He can see it too, he continues staring at your eyes so diligently just to see to the moment when it clicks that he’s the one in control.

It feels much more silent than it was before as you break eye contact and look up towards the ceiling, the white noise in your brain turns off as you become hyper-aware of your surroundings. The way the sheets move under you, the sound of your skin slapping against each other as he picks up his pace, you feel his hand start to tighten around your throat and you let out a moan. You curse yourself, no. You curse your body and its reactions towards him for making you feel this way.

You can’t help but let out breathy moans with each thrust he gives. You can tell he’s getting closer by his slightly faulting pacing and the way his eyes, so tightly screwed shut, are extenuating his crow's feet along his temples.

He opens his eyes to see you now studying his face, and you can feel him study yours, the fat on your face that comes with you he no longer has, your cheeks a splotchy red colour from your activity. And pupils so heavily dilated for a moment he thinks you're enjoying this as much as he is before he sees how empty they are and remembers his hand squeezing your throat.

Your eyes roll back as you feel your face finally get the blood flow it's been begging for as he releases it from his palms.

“Say my name.” He says, pounding into you so sloppily you know he's on the brink.

You mutter a Mr. Miller and look at him just to see prominent dissatisfaction laced all over his face.

“Joel, please Joel.” You whine in attempts to correct yourself and beg for your not sure what for.

“I said say my FUCKING name.” He demands in a much more aggressive tone than he's given you before, still pounding into you relentlessly.

You feel his hand return to your throat to choke you, like actually choke you. Your hands that remained glued to your sides reach at his wrists trying to pull them away.

He looks at your confusion and repeats himself again, over and over. Telling you to say his name. Until you eventually understand what he wants.

“Sir.” You attempt to speak but nothing comes out, just a wheeze as you try to expel the air from your lungs to give him what he wants before your lungs more than they already are and you can do nothing but stay silent.

He stays staring at you, watching you try to get the words out only to fail, he only seems to snap out of it when he feels your nails dig into his arm and remembers his ask, he was just too caught up in the pleasure of watching you panic and the fear drip out of pores that he forgot what he was doing.

You feel his hand release your neck. You finally breathe, travelled by some coughs, but finally you say it.

“Sir.”

“Say it again.”

“Sir.”

“Again.”

You keep saying the same word over and over as he also repeats things of his own, only his a bunch of garbled “shits” and “fucks” as he tows the line of orgasm until he finally cums.

He lets his body drop onto you leaving you squashed between him and the mattress as he comes inside of you.

He lays his head on your tits and feels around for your wrist and places it onto his hair. Your body, running on autopilot, starts playing with his hair as you assume it's what he wants.

You two lay together breathing in sync, his ear by your heart hearing it pump blood to the rest of your body. He looks up at you with such tenderness that it gives you whiplash from the man he was just moments ago.

“You did so good y’know, ya really did.” He grabs your hand from his hair, brings it towards his face and leaves a gentle kiss on your palm before getting himself with a sigh.

He tucks himself back into his sweats and asks if you wanna join him in the shower. You shake your head no and you see a flash of disappointment cross his face.

“You sure?.”

You let a “mmhm” and he leaves it at that. He heads towards the shower before turning back and bends down. You feel him examine your face once more for any emotion to gauge how you’re feeling, but you have none. You're empty.

He presses a delicate kiss to your forehead and walks back and stops at the door.

“I’m happy we got to have this night together.” He says with a smile then closes the bathroom door.

You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding when you hear the shower start to run. You feel the breeze from the open window cover your naked frame as you feel his cum start to slide out of you.

You start to sit and figure you'll have to clean yourself up in the bathroom downstairs until you hear a knock at his door.

“Dad?”

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Nothing Solitary about Us : ⋆༘ Wriothesley / reader | headcannons . oneshot

‗ content / trigger warning: bigger story / reader background not fully mentioned, reader is a refugee, Wriothesley swooning (in his own way), thoughts of self doubt, fluff/angst?? Like a weird mixture of the two, not beta read, we die like Wriothesley's adoptive parents. ‗word count: 4k ‗ author's note: If you saw when I accidentally posted this the first time . . . no you didn't! Apologies if it's ooc, a little long, or has errors in spelling. English isn't my first language and this is the first time I've written for Wriothesley! Any suggestions to improve will be much appreciated! :D

Wriothesley could still remember the day he saw you, the day that you had come into the Fortress after, purposefully, committing a crime to gain some sort of refugee status; Why you thought to come to a prison, of all places, to receive such a thing baffled him the most. And it had baffled him for the longest time until you had told him why:

You and The Duke first met when The Duke wasn’t even The Duke; Meeting as cellmates in the Fortress, having been put in the same age group for practically everything that the Fortress had to offer at that time. Which wasn't a lot, and with Wrothesley’s lack of enthusiasm to even look in your direction, it made everything a lot more insufferable. But, Wriothesley didn’t know that; He was just intent on staying out of your way and not causing any more trouble for himself. Likewise, the thought of making friends with you did creep into his mind but so did the doubts that you might hate him after you figured out why he was sentenced here. So, it took a lot for Wriothesley and you to actually begin talking, despite being paired for a lot of the backbreaking activities. And, Wriothesley does still remember that day, too: It was after a tiring shift, where you were both thoroughly whipped out and about to crash at the dinner tables. You both had used coupons to buy food, and didn’t even have the energy to sit at different tables, muchless to open the containers containing your dinner. It felt as though every muscle in your bodies had been torn, limb from limb, muscle from tissue and bone, it was excruciating… and you were about sure you could appeal to the Iudex about this being considered some sort of child labor. Maybe even murder if they kept pushing you both like this. Luckily, you guessed, Wriothesley looked a little better in shape than you did, but he was not far lagging behind. With shaking hands he reached out to open his dinner for the night, to only pause and stare down in horror at what was on his tray. It made you nervous to even peek into yours, seeing the way Wriothesley’s face contorted; A corner of his left eye tightening, his eyebrows furrowing down to create visible creases along his forehead, and a scowl you’ve only ever seen when someone bothered him. A look of pure disgust.

Yet, you still checked yours away. You didn’t know that Wriothesley had glanced up to see if you had gotten the same horror as he did, and by some god awful prank (or pure disluck) you also had the conglomeration on your plate. Some weird, mysterious meat that sat on the plate, sometimes twitching like it was still mooing, sometimes resting as meat should rest. Equally unappetizing and making your hunger even more apparent, as you were tempted to taste the horrific creation that came out of that unsanitized kitchen. “You know,” Your voice caught Wriothesley's attention, as his had drifted down to the plate of food in front of him. His eyes shot up and barely met yours, “it could be worse?” You shrugged your shoulders in a joking way, giving Wriothesley an awkward look paired with an even awkwarder smile. He was a bit baffled at your conclusion, “It could be worse?” He questioned, calm and steady, confused and a bit curious on where you were going to go with such a statement.

In his fatigue, he had broken the one rule he had set for himself in this place; Don’t talk to anyone, don’t make yourself known, don’t make any friends. In his fatigue he didn’t believe answering you would be so wrong nor did he believe that you two would ever speak again after his point, so why not entertain you… and himself.

“At least they didn’t puke on our plate?” The joke fell from your lips with the weakest chuckle you could muster. Your eyes drooped and the pain was evident in the way your eyes shined ever so less than normal. Wriothesley was about to respond, yet you managed to get at it before him; “You know, where I came from, if you didn’t have a fire you had to eat your fish cold! Like, ice cold. And there was nothing you could do about it… other descale the thing and pray you didn’t just eat your last meal.” “Is that right?” Wriothesley cocked an eyebrow up, unsure where you had come from yet didn’t enjoy the images that came into his head. Well, one was particularly funny and it was the thought of you trying to bite into a frozen fish and hurting your teeth. Not like he wanted that to happen, maybe. “Well, don’t give the kitchen staff any ideas or maybe they’ll just import that from your weird homeland.” It had been a while since Wriothesley had laughed, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly alongside you. The conversation was a ridiculous one, especially when first conversations usually went along the lines of introducing yourselves to each other. Yet, oddly to Wriothesley, it felt about right. And from that day, Wriothesley was sure he didn’t know of a day where he didn’t talk to you. Even if it started with a small greeting in the hallway or pointers on how to do a job more efficiently, small conversation gradually turned into the two of you chatting for hours eating lunch or dinner and even trying to talk after lights out. It finally felt like you had escaped your past and had a friend in a place you named your refuge, and Wriothesley finally felt like he had met someone (though this feeling was slow and gradually coming) that would accept him, despite his past doings.

Wriothesley interlocked his fingers, resting his elbows on the table, and nestled his chin on the finger net he had made. His eyes were softer than usual, yet that piercing blue. Back then, when you two had simply been inmates trying to work out your frustration and struggles with the world; Now, you laid on the couch in Wriothesley’s office in the fortress, with his coat draped over you like a blanket, napping. From outside eyes, you both would look like the perfect couple, yet he hadn’t even managed to ask you the question yet; But, he had an inkling you understood, just as he did, how he felt about you. Otherwise, Wriothesley couldn’t fathom why you decide to spend your nights in his office, keeping him company, when you could be in the nurse wing with Sigewinne or doing “orderly duties” for the fortress above on the surface. It made a small smile twitch onto his lips seeing you, you always managed to do that; But, it also bubbled the age old question in his mind . . . is this life good enough for you? Wriothesley is usually a calm man, a collected one, who didn’t often question why people came to the Fortress and simply gave them a second chance at peace – well, more frankly, at life. He understood how such a thing could quell the anger that simmered in convicts and made it his life work to make sure everyone was treated as fairly as they worked for. Yet, you? You were a different question. He still wasn’t sure why you had come to the Fortress in the first place, yet had deduced from several conversations you came from the Snezhnaya. Sure, he could go into the room lined with file drawers with the reasons why convicts had been placed into captivity, but that room was one, far too crowded for his taste, and two, he didn’t wish on peaking into your personal life. At least, without your permission. 

Yet, still, the thought always crossed him on why you were here – by choice! Not that you walked in and checked yourself in, yet you committed many crimes to be noticed in Fontaine, trailed in court, then admitted to your crimes to be placed into the Fortress. The thought of doing such a thing made him cross his arms and lean back in the chair, his eyes more settled on your sleeping form and the way his jacket hugged the curves of your body. You always looked so happy on the surface, to see the sky and breathe the fresh air. Wriothesley wouldn’t want to keep you trapped in the Fortress. “I’ve never seen you so pensive before, Duke!” A voice suddenly appeared besides Wriothesley, causing him to jerk out of his train of thought. He sat up straight, a little suddenly, as he quickly turned to notice the all too familiar nurse of the Fortress: Sigewinne. The Duke played off his thoughts with a chuckle, “Ah, yes, well, I was thinking about something, Sigewinne.” He would half-heartedly joke, as the nurse gave him an all too unamused look. ‘No shit’, was what he was sure she was telling him in her head, but he only responded with a cool snicker. “Well, the tea you ordered from Liyue arrived at the Fortress and I came wondering if you wanted some,” The offer hung in the air, and Wriothesley knew the nurse would tag on a remark. “But it seems like you may need to talk out some problems.” She wasn’t an expert on human emotions, but she was better than spilling his mind to an inmate, Wriothesley guessed… or maybe even you. A pensive hum left the Duke’s lips as Sigewinne walked over, a hop away from skipping, and settled her tray with tea onto his desk. Promptly, she would nestle herself properly into a chair on the other side of Wriothesley’s desk, hands resting over her stomach and a pleased smile on her face.

“Go on, Wriothesley! I’m open ears.” Chimed the Nurse. Though only playful sarcasm came from the Duke as he poured himself a cup of tea, “Hmm, talking about my emotions? That seems like such a fun topic.” He knew it was needed, if not wanted. Even more so when Sigewinne didn’t seem too pleased with his half-hearted answer; As she pouted her lips and let out an extensive huff; “As the nurse, I care for everyone in the Fortress and that includes you too, Duke! Please, don’t make my job any harder than it needs to be.” There was an earnest tone in her voice, and Wriothesley knew she was getting better in her studies.

Even more so when she shook her head after his moments of silence, “Your eyebrows are frowned and your eyes rest everywhere but me or,” Wriothesley’s eyes drifted to you when Sigewinne pointed you out. You had shifted in your sleep, now laying on your back. You were peaceful; It made his eyes soften. He remembered when you used to have trouble sleeping by yourself, never feeling safe enough… Now you were sleeping like nothing in the world could ever hurt you. Like those fears of the past were nothing but fears. And they were; Wriothesley will make sure of it.

Sigewinne’s eyes had drifted off to you too. She was silent as she surveyed the way you slept and then the way Wriothesley lingered his attention on you. “You’re still debating whether or not to tell her, huh?” “And where did you hear that?” There’s the cheeky Sigewinne that Wriothesley knew. Of course, he knew her more caring side as the Nurse but he had a hunch that she also knew about why he had been so “thoughtful” – to put it colorfully. Though Sigewinne would shake her head and smile, “You’re very obvious sometimes! I think even Miss Clorinde knows!” That wouldn’t be good. Not at all. “Does she now?” But Wriothesley had to remain cool, collected. Now, it wasn’t that Wriothesley was embarrassed for others to know of his crush on you – well, by this point, it’s lasted so long he was sure he could dub it love, but better safe than sorry if you didn’t return his feelings – but he was simply cautious about other inmates knowing. After all, you were still technically one of them, an inmate. Your sentencing had been for about three years, maybe four, but you never left. You had chosen to stay since the first day you came, technically giving you a life sentence on your own will. So, if the other inmates know about the two of you – or well Writoehsley’s feelings – it could put your life in danger. There was a tick of silence again, something Wriothesley was rather fond of sometimes… like in this case. Yet, his eyes did not miss Sigewinne standing up from her chair and striding over to where you rested on the couch. There was a careful, cautious, way she held her hand out as she checked you.

“She’s still asleep,” Sigewinne noted.

And Wriothesley hummed in response, “I couldn’t tell.” Where was Sigewinne going with this, Wriothesley’s eyes narrowed slightly, though they were not harsh.

“Maybe she’s dreaming about you, Duke!”

Wriothesley is a hard man to crack. He was the Duke of the Fortress, a peacekeeper among the convicted, and yet sometimes when he was with you he couldn’t help but be that ever so lenient. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to confess to you after Sigewinne had come skipping into his office late one day while you were in her Medical Bay. It wasn’t uncommon, of course, being in the Fortress there were few people to speak to you with the kindness Sigewinne does; And you two often had conversations, even nights where you would have quote-on-quote sleepovers. Yet, today you went due to a headache. And, no less than an hour later, Sigewinne came skipping into his office like she had won the lottery – and Wriothesley half-entertained such a ridiculous thought. “What’s the good news, Nurse Sigewinne?” Wriothesley played along with her bubbly demeanor; Enjoying the change of pace from his slow, meticulous work which dragged on for hours on end. He swore to himself when he was half way done, he would go check on you, yet he was only a ¼. Luckily, seemingly, the news had been brought to him. “Well, they’re doing a lot better! It only appeared to be a headache due to not drinking enough water, but that tends to be normal.” Sigewinne reported as she came to a halt beside Wriothesley’s desk. “But, she also spoke rather colorfully about you!"

“Oh?” Wriothesley’s curiosity peaked, though a voice also nagged him about respecting your privacy. “Is that a good thing, or perhaps a bad thing, Nurse Sigewinne?” He knew she wouldn’t be able to tell him much, as there still was patient confidentiality, even in the Fortress. But, by the way Sigewinne’s face beamed and the way her hands animatedly rested upon her hip, he was sure she was about to tell him to shoot his shot… once again. He thought it was enough she had gotten the others to bug him about it, while also still placing stickers upon his back, but he couldn’t stay angered, or even annoyed, at them for long. Or at all. “I can’t say much, but I say you have a very good chance of landing her, Mr. Wriothesley!” Sigewinne beamed, and Wriothesley swore her smile went ear to ear.

Wriothesley was a private man, as private as one can get for being the Duke of a prison, yet you can always tell how he felt about a person from his actions. He was, and is, a man of few words … he always had been since you two were teenagers. And you never failed to take notice of it. Especially when he first began to give you some favor. 

Of course, it was nothing too big, nor grand, when you were teenagers going onto young adults. It was small gestures that would brighten up your day ever so slightly more, like holding open the door for you or walking closer when a nasty group of inmates sent creepy looks your way. He had even gotten into a fight with one of them after they approached you. Wriothesley had walked away for a second, going to get you both your lunch, when he turned around to see the guy grabbing your arm. Seeing you wriggle and writhe under the man’s disgusting touch was more than enough for Wriothesley to send a nasty blow to the side of the guy’s head, which caused him to crack his head open on the floor below.  It had been one of the few complications he had gotten into while at the Fortress, and he never regretted it. At least, that’s what he constantly told you and you had to believe his word. But, that event had been the first time that you felt some sort of pang in your heart regarding the, now, Duke; And it surely wasn’t the last. Especially after you were sure that Wriothesley was sending signals your way constantly by his small actions that always made you feel safer, closer, to him.

Yet, you had always had your own reservations on confessing to the Duke; Mostly having to do with where you came from, why you had left, and who was currently looking for you. You didn’t want Wriothesley, no matter how many times he defended you and said he would punch someone’s lights out if they messed with you, to get hurt because of the people you used to know. So you always waited for him to confess… and then tell him the dangers. But, day by day you compiled more and more reasons as to why Wriothesley might love you, and many more reasons why you loved him back. For one, he was a complete gentleman; To that, while he tended to be a little short and cold, he very much made it apparent that you could tell him anything, or even just lean on him if you needed. When you two walked, sometimes his hand would rest on the small of your back rather than your waist, and he would open the doors for you when you entered a building. Then there was the glares to the inmates who tried to mess with you, which was a little less fun to deal with, but a comfort nonetheless, and the visits to the Medical Bay he’d personally take to check up on your well being. There was, of course, a lot more that Wriothesley did that always made you feel special, more than you could ever count in a lifetime. And you were sure if things were different in your life you would have confessed to him long ago about the feelings that continuously welled in your chest, like a rapid river bashing against a dam begging to be freed yet never feeling such freedom. Man, wasn’t that poetic? 

“Hey, we need to talk.” Wriothesley’s voice was like a net, catching your attention and bringing it to shore – bringing you back to the present moment and back to Wriothesley. You had been at lunch, having brought up your meal you bought with coupons up to Wriothesley’s office and was currently toying with it on his floor. You would usually be sitting on the couch, waiting for the Duke to spare some attention to you which he tended to grace you with more than others. (Seriously! You had watched Neuvillette have to sit and wait for about an hour or more to speak with the Duke as he finished up some paperwork. It was slightly painful). But, you decided to not test your luck that day and possibly stain Wriothesley’s couch with… whatever you were eating. Honestly, you were so lost in thought you had forgotten what they had served, and now looking at it, it was too much of a mess for your brain to piece together. “A talk? That’s never good,” The sly comment shortly dropped from your lips, a snicker across your face as you glanced up at the Duke. His arms were crossed in a somehow pensive and relaxed (you weren’t sure how that's feasible, but he made it work) fashion as he leaned back against his chair, having taken his eyes off of his work for the first time in a few hours. Unknown to you, he hadn’t been able to complete some of the papers that flooded his desk because his mind kept drifting back to you. You. God, you were so perfect in his eyes. Even if he logically knew that no one could be quote-on-quote perfect, he sometimes chose to ignore that fact for you. Only you, really. 

“Nah, I think you’ll like this one,” Wriothesley continued, a chuckle present upon his lips that gave his stubble some light. When was the last time he shaved? The thought crossed your mind. You didn’t mind it, of course, you always enjoyed his stubble, it made him look more handsome in your eyes. But, even so, his looks weren’t enough to evade your skeptical side glance and the cock of your eyebrow. Even if Wriothesley snickered, knowing you had been checking him out a little; After all, he sometimes purposely lets his stubble grow out for you. Wriothesley was a man of few words, and even sometimes his words tended to fail him. So, there was a brief moment that his eyes lingered onto yours, and yours lingered right back to his. A beat, maybe even longer, before he stood from his desk and strided over to where you sat on the floor, kneeling down to your height. And, being so close, you could almost see all the words that were swirling in his head in his eyes; The regrets yet also momentums that wanted to pour out, yet he kept locked inside, as he reached a hand out and wiped a smug of food from your cheek. To others, his face might have seemed cold or indifferent, but you could tell there was some sort of attentiveness in his eyes that gave him away. It always had. And, just like Wriothesley, your own eyes and body always tended to give you away to him. The way your eyes crinkled ever so more when you laughed at one of his poorly delivered jokes. The way you always entertained the joke of Sigewinne being your shared child, much to her dismay, and the way you always naturally floated to his presence when he was in a room.

“You’re a horrible liar, you know that, right?” Wriothesley would tease, as a crinkle appeared in the corner of his eye. You knew what he was talking about and it made your heart flip. Both in a good way and a bad way. You would feel guilty putting Wriothesley into the fire that you had forged, which burnt down everything you had ever known beforehand. And yet, you were unaware that Wriothesley was equally as revered as confessing to you due to the likeness that the Fortress might become your shared home. He didn’t want that life for you as much as you didn’t want your life for him. And yet, despite that, Wriothesley was shooting his shot, as despite all the uncertainties that clouded both of your minds, there will still always be a shared affection for one another that wouldn’t fade easily, if ever. So, you snorted and confessed, “You’re not much better yourself, Duke.” Despite your mind screaming at you differently.

And, it was strangely peaceful to get that heavy weight off your chest, even if it felt like your heart was being crushed all the same. Though, if you were able to weather your own struggles with anyone, you know it would be with Wriothesley – in turn, Wriothesley knew that if push came to shove, you’ll be there to lend him the extra strength to deal twice the blow. And so it always felt right, in your hearts, for you two to be together. Yet, why did that new found heavyweight only grow heavier?

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a little bit too much (freaky edition) - logan howlett x fem!reader

A/N: holy shit the support i got on my first posted fic is so nice thank you all so much. i made myself the promise that i’d post another fic. this is a similar fic to the one i posted yesterday, but this time it does end in smut. hence the name. also we’ve upgraded from me writing in my phone’s notes app, yay!

tags: SMUT (18+ MDNI), dubcon kinda? pre-established consent implied (drunk sex but only Y/N is drunk. repeated and enthusiastic consent is given. if this bothers you, please don’t read.), alcohol consumption (Y/N is 21+), fem!reader (no specific physical descriptions given), age gap (legal but let’s be real every relationship with logan is an age gap relationship), plot what plot/porn without plot, fingering, unprotected PinV + creampie (PLEASE BE RESPONSIBLE WHEN ENGAGING IN INTERCOURSE THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION), car sex, swearing, spelling and grammatical errors i’m sure because writing this faster and harder than i ever have before

words: 1478 (yippee!)

Logan couldn’t keep his eyes off of Y/N. In a bar full of neon lights and signs, nothing was shining brighter than she was. Maybe it was the alcohol, which had allowed Y/N to let go of any stress she had been holding onto. She drank enough to give her the confidence to loosen up and have fun - not that she wasn’t usually fun, but sometimes it’s hard to be yourself in a bar mostly inhabited by older men. Eyes would tend to watch Y/N and Logan when they would come through the door, very aware that he was older than she was, they just didn’t know how much older, and they didn’t need to. Y/N was old enough to order her own drinks, and that’s all that really mattered. 

She really did look beautiful, especially with her hips swaying in time with the music playing in the bar. Her hips, which were wrapped in a denim mini skirt, it was driving Logan crazy. He loved every inch of her, every bit of her soul, every fiber of her being. She brought out the warmth in him, one would think after living for roughly 200 years that Logan’s heart would be practically made of stone. She made him smile, genuinely, but also made him wildly protective. During their games of pool, any time she’d bend over to make her shot, Logan would stand right behind her and glare around at anyone who would try to look at her. Then she’d make her shot, stand up straight, and accidentally bump up against his hips. He’d wrap his arms around waist and hold her close to him, leaning over her slightly to kiss her on the cheek. They’d do this all night, until the game was done, or until Y/N had drank a little too much, whichever came first. 

Tonight, they had finished their game - they didn’t really keep track of who won, they were just having a good time together. Y/N was a little bit stumbly when she walked, holding onto Logan’s arm for stability. Being the gentleman that he was, he paid their tab, and wrapped his arm around her to hold her upright while they walked to the truck. Usually, he would carry her, but he didn’t want to risk giving anyone in that bar a look up Y/N’s skirt. Logan unlocked the truck, opened the passenger side door, and lifted Y/N into her seat before buckling her in and pressing a soft kiss to her temple. When he was sure she was safe and sound, he closed the door before jogging over to the driver’s side and hopping in himself. 

After 15 minutes on the road, they were stopped at a red light that seemed to go on forever. Logan looked over at Y/N to make sure she was okay, and smiled when he saw her looking back at him. “Hey there, princess,” he gave her soft thigh a gentle squeeze. Y/N placed her hand over her boyfriend’s, slowly pulling it up her skirt, moaning quietly when his fingers brushed against her core. Logan’s eyes widened when he made the realization, “Where the hell are your panties, darlin’?”

Y/N giggled, her mind still very fuzzy from the alcohol, “Wasn’t wearing any… wondered how long it’d take you to find out.” She rocked her hips forward so her clit bumped perfectly against his fingers. She whined at the contact, repeating the movement again, before Logan retreated his hand back to her thigh.

“Babygirl, you’ve had a lot to drink tonight, are you okay to do this right now?” He glanced at the traffic light ahead of them - still red - before his eyes met hers again. Y/N’s eyes were locked onto her lover, giving him a firm nod. Y/N would be lying if she didn’t admit she liked drinking a little bit too much and then convincing Logan to fuck her. He muttered a quiet fuck, before he noticed the bright green light ahead of them. “Can you wait until we’re home, doll?”

Y/N shook her head, “I want you Logan… I need you.” Her hands began to guide Logan’s back up her skirt. He was used to driving with one hand on the wheel and one on Y/N’s thigh, but he knew that they’d have to pull over before they took things too far. Thankfully, there was a secluded road they’d be coming up on soon. Logan brushed his fingers through her folds, already so wet for him. He chuckled quietly, before taking his lover’s clit between his middle and index fingers, rubbing it in small circles. The sensation was like electricity running through Y/N’s body. “Fuck… that feels so good, Lo, please… keep going.”

After what seemed like an eternity of teasing, they finally got far enough onto the wooded road that cars passing wouldn’t be able to see them. Logan pulled over to the side of the road, retracting his hand again from Y/N’s heat, this time to put the truck in park before shutting off the ignition. Once the car’s lights were off, Logan made quick work to adjust the seat back to give Y/N space, before unbuckling both hers and his own seatbelts and pulling her over the center console so she was straddling his lap. He pulled her close into a very heated kiss with one hand, while his other squeezed her ass gently. “You’re so fucking perfect for me,” he mumbled into the kiss, earning him a needy moan from her mouth. Y/N’s hands clumsily attempted to undo Logan’s belt, between the alcohol running through her system and her head buzzing with desire, it took her a moment. Eventually, she got the belt undone, and she had an easier time with his jeans, wrapping her fingers under the waistband of his pants and his boxers and tugging down on them. Logan lifted his hips slightly, pulling the clothing down the rest of the way. His cock rested against her core for a moment before he slowly pushed into her, drawing a string of pleasured noises from his beautiful girlfriend.

“Fuck… you’re so tight, babygirl…” 

“You’re so fucking big, Lo…”

Logan grabbed Y/N’s hips, bunching her miniskirt up in the process. He rocked her back and forth on his cock, pulling more moans and gasps from her lips. He loved the way she sounded. Y/N began to fuck herself onto his cock in rhythm with him, holding onto his shoulders for support. Logan took the opportunity to gently press his thumb against her clit, drawing gentle circles around the small muscle. Y/N’s walls tightened at the sensation, earning a low moan out of Logan’s mouth. His pace sped up just slightly, which was just enough for Y/N to start coming undone in his hands.

“Please… just like that, Lo, please don’t stop..!”

“That’s it… good girl, I wanna make you cum.”

“I’m so close, please Logan..!”

He loved the way she said his name, so much desperation coming from her sweet lips. He moved his free hand from her hip to the back of her neck, pulling her into a needy kiss. He kept his pace, but his hips began to move with a harder intensity, fucking Y/N like his life depended on it. She moaned into his mouth, before breaking away, nearly screaming his name.

“Fuck, Logan… Logan, I’m cumming!”

“That’s it, cum for me, babygirl, you’re doing so good…”

Y/N’s nails dug into Logan’s shoulders as she began to ride out her orgasm, her insides contracting around his cock, and her legs squeezing around his hips. Logan’s own orgasm followed quickly, spilling warm cum inside of Y/N, who was still wrapped tightly around him. They took a few moments to enjoy the afterglow, sharing a few kisses and pressing their foreheads against each other’s, taking their time to catch their breath. Y/N reached over to the window on the driver’s side door, drawing a small heart in the fogged-up glass. Logan watched her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

 After a moment, he slowly pulled out, then grabbed one of his flannels that he had left in the backseat of his truck and cleaned off Y/N’s thighs. Usually, he’d pull her panties back onto her after he filled her up, but she had decided not to wear any. He folded the flannel a few times, and placed it on the passenger seat - he was going to need to wash it anyways since he cleaned her up with it. He lifted her off of his lap, and got her settled back in the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt again, and giving her a kiss.

“I love you, princess.”

“I love you too, Lo.”

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thank you for reading! if this fic seems rushed it's because it is, i need sleep but i also wanted to get this done. i hope you enjoyed!

[alastorssimp]

A Real Man Knows

I dont know who the picture belongs to.. i had it saved on my phone for a while.. but credit to them!!

This is my first story I've posted.. its loosely based off of a fantasy I had with one of my old apartment neighbors when I was like 17.. (and at the time I didn't know he was in his mid 30s.. he looked younger)

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+ smut minors don't read!! Slight dom eddie, older next door neighbor, slight teasing.. no use of y/n (i don't think I typed a name.. i might have.. i quickly read through it.. so if you see a name let me know and I'll change it) also sorry if theres any spelling errors!! Slight choking, mid 30s Eddie, early 20s reader..

Please let me know how it is!!! 😘🥰

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Minors DNI~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie Munson wiped the grease off his hands with an old, stained rag, his fingers still rough and stained with oil. The sun was low, casting an orange glow over the neighborhood, and the cool evening air had a slight chill. He was just about to close up his garage when he saw it—a sleek, shiny blue car pulling into the driveway next door.

Your driveway.

His jaw clenched, and his grip on the rag tightened as he watched you step out, laughing at something the guy behind the wheel said. The guy couldn’t have been older than his early twenties—your age. Clean-cut, perfectly styled hair, one of those pretty-boy types with a blinding smile.

Eddie’s teeth ground together as he watched you lean down to say something through the open car window, and the guy leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You laughed again, though there was something a little forced about it.

Pretty boy stayed over for barely ten minutes, his car purring away as he drove off, that stupid smug smirk on his face burned into Eddie’s brain.

Eddie tossed the rag aside, his boots thudding heavily against the pavement as he walked over to your house. He didn’t bother knocking—just pushed the door open, finding you in the living room, pacing with your arms crossed.

“Rough date?” he drawled, trying to keep his voice casual, but there was a bitter edge to it.

Your head snapped up, surprise and a hint of embarrassment flashing in your eyes. “Eddie? What are you—”

“Noticed Prince Charming didn’t stay long,” he cut in, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Guessing he wasn’t all he was cracked up to be, huh?”

You bit your lip, looking away, and that was all the answer he needed. The frustration simmering beneath his cool demeanor turned into something darker, something possessive.

“Oh, I see…” He stepped closer, his rough boots heavy on your polished floor. “Let me guess…all sweet talk and flashy smiles until he actually had to do something, right? Blew his load faster than he got here?”

You huffed, a faint blush coloring your cheeks. “Eddie, stop—”

“Why?” He was right in front of you now, his tall frame looming over yours. His fingers reached out, catching your chin and making you look at him. “Because you don’t wanna admit that you wasted your time on some little punk who doesn’t know how to touch you?”

“Eddie…” Your voice was barely a whisper, your bravado crumbling under his intense gaze.

“You know what the problem is, sweetheart?” His thumb traced over your lower lip, his dark eyes burning into yours. “You keep trying to play games with boys…when you’ve got a man next door who knows exactly how to take care of you.”

Your lips parted, a tiny, breathless gasp escaping, and that was all it took for him to snap. His mouth crashed against yours, all the jealousy and frustration pouring out in a bruising, possessive kiss. His hand tangled in your hair, his other arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were barely an inch from yours, his breath hot against your mouth. “Gonna show you what you’ve been missing, sweetheart.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. His hands gripped your thighs, easily lifting you, and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried you toward your bedroom. He kicked the door open with a rough shove, dropping you onto the bed, and his dark gaze swept over you—hungry, possessive, like a wolf stalking its prey.

“Strip,” he ordered, his voice a low, dangerous growl. When you hesitated, his brow arched. “Don’t make me repeat myself, princess.”

Your fingers fumbled with your clothes, your heart pounding as you stripped out of your shirt, your skirt, then your underwear. He watched, his arms crossing over his chest, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of exposed skin.

“That’s better.” He stepped forward, his calloused fingers gripping your thighs, spreading them wide. His mouth crashed against yours again, rough and demanding, his teeth nipping at your lower lip before he moved down, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck.

“Did he even bother touching you?” Eddie’s voice was a growl against your throat, his teeth grazing your skin. “Or was he too busy worrying about himself?”

“Didn’t…didn’t even try…” you whispered, a hint of bitterness in your voice.

“Pathetic.” His hands gripped your thighs tighter, his lips moving lower, sucking a mark just below your collarbone. “Gonna make sure you forget his name by the time I’m done with you.”

His mouth found your breast, his tongue swirling over your nipple, making you gasp and arch beneath him. One of his hands slipped between your thighs, his thick fingers dragging through your already slick folds. He laughed darkly.

“Already soaked for me? Guess it doesn’t take much to get you worked up when you’re with a real man.”

“Eddie, please…” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his wild curls, trying to pull him closer.

“Please, what?” His fingers teased you, barely pressing in, just enough to drive you crazy. “Gonna have to be a little more specific, sweetheart.”

“Need you,” you gasped, your hips bucking against his touch, but he kept you pinned down easily. “Need you to fuck me—please!”

“There it is…” He smirked, pulling back just long enough to shrug off his jacket and yank his shirt over his head, revealing the solid, inked muscles of his chest. His jeans and boxers followed, his thick cock springing free, already hard and leaking.

He didn’t bother with any more teasing—he didn’t need to. He lined himself up, one hand gripping your thigh while the other guided his cock, the thick head pressing against your entrance.

“Gonna show you what it’s like to be properly fucked,” he growled, his voice rough, and with a sharp thrust, he buried himself inside you, a strangled moan ripping from your throat.

He didn’t hold back, his hips slamming against yours, his cock stretching you, filling you perfectly. His hand moved to your throat, a gentle pressure just enough to make you gasp, his dark eyes blazing down at you.

“Bet he didn’t even get you close, did he?” Eddie’s voice was low, his thumb brushing over your pulse. “Didn’t even try to make you scream his name.”

“N-No—” you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“But you’re gonna scream for me, aren’t you?” His pace quickened, his rough thrusts driving you higher, each one dragging a desperate moan from your lips. “Gonna show you exactly who you belong to.”

“Ohh fuck.. you Eddie!” you wailed, your body clenching around him, the pleasure building so fast it was almost overwhelming.

“That’s it—let him hear you,” he grunted, his hips slamming against you. “Let him hear you getting fucked right.”

His words pushed you over the edge, your body tensing as your orgasm crashed over you, a scream tearing from your lips. Eddie followed a moment later, his grip tightening as he buried himself deep, his hot release filling you.

He stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, his breath ragged. But then, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours, soft now. “Don’t waste your time with boys, sweetheart… You know who you belong to.”

And you did

[lilacsandpetals]

Frozen Blossoms Pt. 5

Bi-Han x F! reader

Tags and notes: Arranged marriage AU, SFW, exploring emotions. Pre-MK1/MK1 AU

Last part here.

Next part here.

I hope I caught all the spelling and grammar errors.

You went back to bed after Bi-Han left. Or at least, you tried to get some sleep. You didn’t realize you’d be so worried for him in that moment. But he would be fine, wouldn’t he? He was Lin Keui after all. Still, irrational as it may be, you were concerned. Even so, the logical part of your brain told you that your husband would return sooner rather than later.

—————

Well, you were wrong. It had been days, almost a week had passed. Your anxiety was growing with each day that went by. You couldn’t comprehend how everyone else seemed at ease. You went about trying to adhere to your regular routine, but at times it was difficult to focus. Remembering simple protocols became difficult. Your execution during training lessons was lackluster. Your instructors had noticed the shift in your performance but you had a suspicion that your father-in-law prevented them from fully reprimanding you as of late.

You longed to reach out to Bi-Han and figure out how he was doing. Yet contact was minimal in order to maintain the confidential and secretive nature of the Lin Keui. The Grandmaster had stated that unless a serious incident had occurred, you were advised to not reach out to your husband. 

You considered going out, perhaps visiting your family. Yet you were advised against doing so at the moment. And to be honest, you were troubled by the idea of Bi-Han returning when you weren’t at home. 

Since when did such a thought bother you so much?

While waiting for the days to go by you realized that you hadn’t gotten to know many individuals around the clan’s grounds. You knew your in-laws. Technically you could be called acquaintances with your tutors and perhaps a few other staff and clan members. If Bi-Han was going to become the Grandmaster and you would stand by his side, you figured establishing a good rapport with as many clan members as possible would prove helpful. So you had begun to venture about the estate, greeting individuals you’ve yet to put a name to. Most would be respectful, but brief as they had responsibilities they needed to attend to, and you assumed your chatting would be a bit burdensome. 

A good number of the other clan members were married, and you had run into their spouses here and there. You didn’t mean to, but the more you spoke with some of them, you ended up working into the conversation how you were worried the longer your husband was off on a mission. They always responded with assurance, that the feeling was normal, and that it would fade the more you got used to it. But here you are, sometime later with the same tension constricting your chest to the point that you’d wake up in a panic in the middle of the night. 

If you had known that you’d have to endure such loneliness and worry regularly, would you have agreed to the marriage? Well, even if you had known, you doubt that the full gravity of the lifestyle would dawn on you back then. And frankly, denying the betrothal request would cause tension and misfortune in your family’s clan. So really, you wouldn’t have had a choice either way. 

You decide not to dwell on that too much and glance at the books at your bedside. You were quickly getting through the stack. Especially since you had only recently begun spending time with your husband, and once you two had spent proper time with one another, he was called away. Reading had then become a solace of sorts from the loneliness. Maybe you could get some new books soon? Your eyes then drift to the flowers, they were starting to wither.

Would Bi-Han get you new flowers? Would he accompany you to the market? You wonder when he’ll be back. Maybe you two could spend some time together again.

Goodness, here you go again. Since that day you spent together, you had gotten into a habit of somehow circling nearly all your thoughts back to him. What was wrong with you? Had your husband really planted a place so firmly in your heart?

In truth, he has, and his absence makes your heart ache. You feel like a forlorn, lovesick teenager. 

A sigh escapes you as you fall back onto your bed. Your hand makes its way to his pillow, snatching it from its untouched spot and into your arms. You hug it close to your chest. 

Bi-Han truly wasn’t as bad as you thought he was. You did consider him a brute at first, but your interactions slowly started to break down that constructed image you had of him. Yes, he was stern, he could be blunt, and avoidant. But he had begun to show a side of himself you found endearing. He could appear so contemplative and protective. He was always so gentle when holding your hand. You even missed his prideful banter. 

And you missed catching glimpses of his eyes. They had gone from a shade too ominous and void, to something entirely warmer. Dark and enchanting.

You took a deep breath, squeezing the pillow a little closer to you. He kissed your forehead before he left and you still linger on that action of his. You wonder if he’d kiss your cheek when he comes back. 

You ghost your fingertips over your lips. You wonder what his lips taste like. 

—————-

The mission had proved exhausting, every time they came upon a point of completion, they’d be met with more strife brewing elsewhere. To the point where Lui Kang required their consistent assistance and they had ended up all the way in Outworld, dealing with a small group whose practice in stirring up trouble had spilled into Earthrealm. Of course, Lui Kang had kept the peace during the ordeal and resolved any issues with the aid of Empress Sindel. But this wasn’t the first time that a situation like this had occurred, and he assumed it wouldn’t be the last. Pursuing consistent negotiations for the sake of peace sometimes began to feel futile to him.

On occasion, he wished they could take a more aggressive approach to assert their stance.  

Then there was the issue of brewing tensions between surrounding clans, disagreements amongst them, and some disdain still lingered over his marriage to you. Of course, he hadn't brought that up to you, nor does he intend to. There would be no reason to stress you out over matters he could quickly stomp out on his own. 

Despite all these occurrences, and his outward dedication to addressing them, these neverending missions had been dethroned at the forefront of his mind more often than he was willing to admit. You had been running through his mind all week. The thought of you had been distracting him and while he was on a mission no less. 

Detestable of him really.

Had this happened weeks ago he would want to return home to wring your neck for causing him to lose focus. But it was different now. 

He found it enjoyable to think of you. 

It gave him something to look forward to. Someone to return home to. 

He wondered if you had eaten properly, if you had rested enough, had you kept up with your training? 

Did you miss him?… he missed you. He missed your playfulness, he missed your gentleness, he missed how increasingly lovely you had looked before he left. He felt as if he had grown closer to you before his departure. Would he be able to pick up where he left off with you? 

He hopes so. 

So as the group makes their way back under his lead, he can't help but find himself pondering. He wonders what would’ve happened that night if he didn’t have to leave. For the first time in a long time, he wishes he hadn’t left at all. 

He wonders if you realized how enticing you looked. With eyes looking up at him so innocently at the veranda, and lips that looked oh so soft. Or when you had laid down in the bed. Did you not realize how effortlessly alluring you looked? Your hair tousled, your nightgown bunching up at the curve of your hips and exposing part of your thigh. He really can only imagine what else could have happened that night if he had been more forward. It’s laughable that the only time he is unable to advance forward is when it comes to you. 

Consummating the marriage had still been a thought that seldom crossed his mind, but now it had started to creep up frequently. Oddly enough, had you two made use of the marriage bed that first night, he would’ve found it easier to complete that responsibility. He would be detached, acting upon crude necessity. 

Again, it was different now. 

Now there were emotions that entangled him. Concerns on whether his performance would live up to your unknown expectations. Worries about how you’d respond to his touch. Perturbation on how it would change him. It was all uncharted territory. 

He didn’t have an extensive insight into matters of that kind. His experience in that area was somewhat lacking. 

He honestly never gave it much thought, he was always too focused on his responsibilities and any tasks at hand to be caught up in lust to the extent of seeking it out at the risk of his honor. Had he struggled at all in the past, he’d take care of it himself. That is how he went about it as an adult.

His responsibilities within the Lin Keui came first, as they always have. Or at least he would attempt to adhere to that standard. He found himself faltering to maintain that status quo when he was young. 

Although discouraged, it was known that sometimes members of the Lin Keui would sneak off to a nearby brothel and ‘fulfill their needs’. When he was younger, curiosity had gotten the best of him and his brothers, leading them to sneak off just to see what all the excitement was about. They had just barely infiltrated the establishment through a side entrance when they were promptly caught, kicked out, and sent home to a furious father who had punished them all severely. 

Other than that, there was a point long ago where Kuai Liang had convinced him to sneak out and meet a few girls during the Qixi Festival. Kuai Liang had an easier time interacting with them, while he himself was more reserved. And then Tomas had tagged along. Tomas appeared much younger at the time compared to Kuai Liang and himself, so the girls found him ‘adorable’ as they had put it. He didn’t see the point in entertaining them at that time. One of the girls there did take a liking to him, she looked visually pleasing. She kept trying to hold his attention but he barely kept up conversation as chatter spewed out of her mouth in an attempt to keep him engaged. She even kissed him at the end of the night. It felt awkward and she had secured a strong hold on his neck, he hesitated to place his hands on her but kissed back as best as he knew how. However, he pulled away when he felt her tongue poke at his lips. He attempted to maintain his composure until they departed that evening. On his way home with his brothers, he frequently wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. All those love stories his mother and Kuai Liang would go on about made it seem like a first kiss was a life-changing experience. They were clearly wrong as that had not changed his life for the better. Kuai Liang teased him, saying that he was better with the girls, meanwhile, Tomas lamented that he hadn’t gotten any such tokens of affection. 

Now that was all the experience he had recalled. It made him wonder what your past was like. He tries not to think of it, but the thought that you may have had romantic interactions in the past made him burn with envy. 

If you had past lovers, he would make sure to surpass them in every manner.

—————-

Kuai Liang and Tomas know their brother. He is cold and harsh in nature, much like the power he was blessed with. But they are quick to catch Bi-Han smiling to himself when he thinks no one is watching. 

—————-

They stop at a village on the trek home. Bi-Han is not such a cruel leader that he’d push his forces so far when the mission has already been completed. He allows them an opportunity to catch their breath. The stop is brief and he rests against the brick wall of a building. His eyes scan his surroundings when they come to a halt. Kuai Liang and Tomas seem preoccupied. He cannot tell what they are speaking about, so he makes his way to them.

“What about that one?” Tomas says.

“No, I’ve already bought this one. This suits her best.” Kuai Liang responds. 

Bi-Han furrows his eyebrows, who were they speaking about? “What did you buy?” 

Kuai Liang smiles and holds up a golden hairpin, “the red jewel at the center reminds me of Harumi, fierce and passionate, I’m sure she’ll like it.” 

Tomas smiles “Always the romantic.”

Bi-Han eyes the gift briefly. Was he supposed to get you something as well? What color did you even like? He regrets not asking you before. 

There’s a slight shame that emerges within him, he has failed to get to know you well within these past weeks. He will have to atone for his shortcomings. 

So he slips away; just briefly to examine whatever the shop has to offer. His eyes travel over the array of pieces, trailing over them all until he sees a simple silver chain harboring a blue jewel in its center. Blue was his choice of color, but it simultaneously reminded you of him, calm and sincere.

Before he knows it, he’s made the purchase and he continues on his way. 

—————-

The sun has begun its descent and the moon begins to rise in its place. And so another day has passed without your husband. Or so you had thought. You had returned to your room after a meal. Rummaging through your belongings to pull out a woven shawl. The seasons have begun to shift and so the once manageable cold of the locale has become quite unbearable. You finally locate one suitable to your needs and toss it onto your bed. Now if you could only find warmer nightwear. 

“Wife.”

The sound startles you and you quickly stand to your feet. When had he returned? You weren’t expecting him at this moment. You finally get a good look at him as he stands in the doorway. He is handsome as always. His mask is off, and he appears stoic. Yet you catch a look in his eyes that comes off as a mix of weary and longing. You want to hug him, should you? Would he reciprocate it? You don’t know. So you fail to move forward and instead shoot him a small smile, “Bi-Han, I’m glad you’re home.”

“As am I.”

His body is crying out in exhaustion, all he wants to do is unwind, but the eagerness to show you his gift takes precedence over that. His hand searches through his pocket to pull out a silver chain adorned with a gem of sapphire. He motions for you to come to the front of the mirror and you oblige. “Try this on.” He carefully places the necklace in your hands and you attempt to get it on, but the hook is giving you trouble. Your husband waits but a few moments before taking the two ends of the necklace within his fingers. You slide your hair to the side, so he’s better able to hook the chain. His fingers are cold against your warm skin and he leans in slightly, making his breath tickle the back of your neck. Your shoulders slightly tense. When the necklace is secure his hands move to rest by the crook of your neck, looking at your reflection in the mirror. He’s never touched you there before.

The shade of blue suits you. You hold the jewel between your thumb and index finger briefly, smiling at your reflection. It rested just at the valley between your breasts. The way your chest rose and fell as you breathed only exuded a greater sense of allure to him. You were focused on the necklace, so much so that you were caught off guard when he bent down and quickly placed a kiss on the side of your neck. “You look good,” he mumbled just barely above a whisper. He quickly turns around and makes his way out the door. You would go after him but you felt frozen in place, your cheeks heating up, and your heart beating hard. 

——————

He didn’t even mean to do that. But your skin felt so soft, your fragrance hinted at scents of lotuses and lilies. The dim lighting illuminated your exposed skin in such a way that it ignited something within him, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to fully act on it. 

So he flees the scene and pushes away any thoughts of embarrassment. His body is used to brutal conditions, but even he longs for undisturbed relaxation on rare occasions. Despite his cryomancy, he is keen on a hot bath. The warm water is soothing to his aching muscles and welcoming to his pains. He lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes. He hopes you like the necklace, it’s not much but it is something. He hasn’t had the desire to shower anyone with gifts before, but you may be slowly changing his mind. 

The sound of a hesitant knock pulls him out of his state of relaxation. He snaps his head towards the private bathhouse's entrance. You stand there tentatively in the doorway. “What are you doing here? Go back to your room, now,” he scolds.

The steam emanating from the hot water twirls around the room, keeping the image of one another rather obscured. 

“You didn’t close the door all the way and I heard the water running,” you say sheepishly. “I was going to ask if you wanted help. I can tell you’re tired.” You just wanted to be around him, he left quickly, and he took longer than you anticipated to return. You yearned to satiate your loneliness. 

He was tired, but he wouldn’t say it. “How would you even help me?”

“I can wash your hair,” you respond and lean up against the frame of the entrance. You hope he accepts your offer. 

Bi-Han contemplates it for a moment, he supposes it would save him the hassle… and he did long for your presence. “Fine, you may enter, but watch your eyes.” You stifle a laugh as you walk forward. “What do you find so amusing?” he asks with an annoyed expression. “Nothing, nothing.” He had no reason to worry, you wouldn’t peak. You pull up a chair and sit behind him. “Lean back a bit, please.” He heeds your request and you begin massaging his scalp with the needed products.

Now this was relaxing. He did feel rather self-conscious earlier. He was taking a bath so he was entirely exposed, but that worry melted away as your hands worked what he might equate to magic. They were slow and methodical, releasing the tension that constricted his skull. And so he finds himself serene enough to close his eyes once more.  

You’re close to him again, this is probably the longest that you’ve seen him with his hair down. “You look good with your hair down,” you say softly. “Oh, do I?” he responds just above a whisper. You exhale lightly, “you do.” You continue in silence, for how long, you wouldn't know. 

But you do know that you appreciate every second of it. For once, you finally feel at ease. You’ve once again reached that brief moment of domestic bliss. 

You run your fingers through his hair, it’s softer than you thought it’d be. 

Your eyes trail down the sight of his neck and upper back. Scars riddle the skin that is visible to you, some more faint than others. You assume they were obtained in training and battle. In moments like these, the full weight of Lin Keui’s ways bear down on you. There is honor to it, but at a greater cost to oneself. And you know it’s his duty, it’s the way of the clan you married into, yet your heart clenches at the thought of it. 

The scars that adorn his body are many and you can’t help but lean forward to press your fingertips along one. The scar is extensive, nearly a clear cut minus a few jagged edges. Your fingertips graze along the expanse of the mark and you swear you feel him shudder against your touch. 

“Do any of these still hurt?”

“No, none of them.”

“They must have hurt when you got them.”

“Yes, but I am grateful for it.”

You don’t respond, being grateful to retain such pain bewilders you. Bi-Han notices your lack of response. “It taught me discipline and is proof that I’ve survived prior ordeals. That is all.”

You take that as a note not to continue with further questions, at least for now. Your eyes fall to his bicep, “Your wound from last time is healing.” He opens his eyes briefly to glance at his arm before closing them again. “I appreciate your aid that night.” You smile slightly to yourself.

“Lean forward.” Bi-Han obliges and you get a basin of water to wash his hair. His eyes remain closed as you gently pour it on him. His wet hair sticks to the front of his face, obscuring his eyes. The image of such an intimidating man in front of you like this, causes you to let out a laugh.

He moves his hair out from in front of his eyes. He’s about to snap at you and ask what you’re laughing about. Yet he retains a moment of pause. You’re laughing, and it’s the carefree laugh that he’s been yearning for since you two had married. The one you had so openly shared with others. You’ve finally graced him with the pleasure of hearing it on his own. So he doesn’t stop you, instead, he takes hold of your hand and brings your fingertips to his lips. He presses a chaste kiss to them before letting go. 

“Thank you.” He leans forward, crossing his arms and resting against the edge of the tub. 

You smile faintly and sit on the rim of the bathtub. You’re slightly anxious, but work up the courage to hastily move his hair to the side and press a kiss to his forehead in a rather bashful manner. “Thank you for spending time with me.” 

You see his mouth twitch into a smile for a brief second, and you are content. 

The room begins to become even more humid. 

But something is holding you back from leaving, tension has building up in the pit of your stomach and it’s causing your heart to tremble within your chest. So you remain there, inches away from him. 

Your perfume makes him feel dizzy with increasing desire. The world around him begins to fade into silence, and the only thing that he can hear is your shallow breathing. 

Your breath mingles with his. 

And neither one knows who leaned in first.

But his hand rests on the back of your neck and your lips have collided with his. They are rough, tasting like the tea you once shared with him. 

And you’ve never kissed anyone like this before. 

Desperation and longing seep into the way your mouths move against each other. His heart has begun to pound against his ribcage and he wonders if yours has too. Your lips are softer than he could have ever anticipated, and the moment they break away from his, he silently mourns. 

Heat has risen to your cheeks and you look away briefly, smiling to yourself and slowly getting up. “Goodnight Bi-Han.”

He takes a shaky breath. How unlike him. What have you done to him?

 “Goodnight, Y/N.”

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Silver Springs: Chapter Three

Early20s!Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

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I know I could have loved you but you would not let me…

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Following the events of the party, you finally talk to Josh. A confrontation happens between you and Jake.

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Word Count: 6,276

Warnings: 18+!!, sexual content, dialogue-heavy, lying, cursing, arguing, kissing, dirty talk, fingering, and extremely poor writing.

Disclaimer: apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes.

Silver Springs Masterpost

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That night you left the party without uttering a single word, other than the quick, muttered apology to Josh as you pushed past him, beelining for the front door.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, his eyebrows knitted in concern.

“I can’t,” You rushed out while you bumped into him, making him step out of the way of the door, “I’m sorry.” Your words barely came out in a whisper as you didn’t bother to look back, knowing Josh would be calling after you.

“Wait!” Josh yelled after you as he struggled to get around the crowd of people hanging out on the front porch, “What happened?” He called out, but you ignored his question and kept going.

Your chest heaved as you weaved between partygoers arriving up the driveway, desperately trying to get to your car before Josh would catch up to you. Tears prickled your eyes as you swung your car door open, sparing Josh a single glance before shutting the door and quickly turning the engine on.

Based on the troubled look on your face, he stopped in his tracks, silently understanding that he shouldn’t go any further. Peeling off of the curb, you made sure to drive cautiously out of their neighborhood, despite your unstable state.

You didn’t even bother playing music on the way to your house, making the short drive eerily silent as you fought back tears. You weren’t sure why you were going to cry, but it felt appropriate; you were confused, guilt-ridden, and angry. At yourself, and Jake.

Why did he kiss you? More importantly, why did you kiss back? And why did you want to continue after pulling away?

Questions like that had to be left unanswered as you were afraid you’d spiral had you entertained them.

Just moments after you’d arrived home, Josh was blowing up your phone with sweet messages;

“I’m always here for you, please talk to me when you’re ready.” One message read.

“If this is about Jake ruining your date, I’ll kick his ass. He knows I can.” Another read.

“Take your time, I love you.” The final read.

The tears you’d been fighting finally fell, spilling over your waterline and traveling down your reddened cheeks. You sniffled uncontrollably as you read his messages, wanting to answer but unsure of what to say. You figured you’d message him when you calmed down.

Yet, here you were, days later, staring at the unanswered messages. You know you have to answer him eventually, and given that your tears have dried and guilt has been replaced by pure fury, now was as good a time as any.

“Hey, Josh, I’m sorry I’ve been MIA,” Your thumbs hover over your phone’s keyboard, thinking of what to type out next, “I’d love to come over soon if that’s okay?” You don’t give yourself the chance to reread it before you send it, knowing you’ll only hesitate further.

Placing your phone face down on your nightstand, your hands restlessly run through your matted hair; a result of laying in bed for three days in a row. You let out a heavy sigh, unsure of when he’ll even answer, and mostly afraid that he’s upset with you for not answering for so long. Or, even worse, Jake might’ve confessed to Josh what happened and he never wants to talk to you again, making you the worst best friend in the entire—

Ding!

Scrambling to grab your phone, you read Josh’s message;

“Of course! Come over whenever– I’m home right now.” The text was short, but sweet, making you let out a sigh of relief and shoulders slump with the deep exhale.

“Be there in an hour!” You shoot back, lifting yourself off of your bed. Your joints ache at the swift movement, having not moved so quickly in days— other than to use the bathroom and eat. Luckily, your parents are out of town on their annual “summer honeymoon,” so they didn’t have the privilege of witnessing their child rotting away in bed.

Dragging your heavy limbs, you shuffle into your bathroom, and turn the shower on, letting the water heat up to your liking. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, the dark circles under your eyes remind you of the amount of crying and sleepless nights you’ve just endured. Your hair is frizzy, your shoulders stuck in a slump position, and your shirt carries stains you’re unfamiliar with. Gross.

When the heat of the water fogs the bathroom mirror, you undress as your aching joints silently groan in retaliation. The dull ache doesn’t last long as the hot water soothes every tense muscle, and the physical memories of the past few days wash away and down the drain at your feet.

You’re thorough in your shower routine, making sure to comb through the knots in your hair. When you’re finished, you quickly dry off, throwing your hair into a towel and changing into clean clothes.

Freeing your hair from the towel after your post-shower routine, you allow it to air dry, taking notice of the time. You told Josh you’d be over in an hour, an hour ago.

“Shit,” You quietly mumble to yourself, stumbling down the stairs and grabbing your car keys. Like always, the drive is very short, and again, you don’t bother to play any music.

Your mouth goes dry when you pull up to the curb by Josh’s house, suddenly hyper-aware of why you’re here. You hadn’t given yourself much time to think before you came here, essentially forgetting that you needed to explain to Josh why you freaked out and left the party in a hurry.

Could you tell him the truth? What if he already knew? Would he be mad about the kiss?

The questions scream at you, dulling your senses, and making your heartbeat ring in your ears. Your breathing becomes noticeably heavy, your hands white-knuckling the steering wheel. You consider turning around and telling Josh that you changed your mind, but it’s too late when he’s knocking on the passenger window, smiling ear-to-ear.

Just one look at his beaming face and your breathing levels slightly, the grip of your hands letting up and the pounding of your pulse muffling into silence. Your lips twitch in a nervous grin while your right hand comes down to pull the key out of the ignition. Here goes nothing.

As steadily as possible, you open the driver’s side door and exit your car, your legs feeling wobbly as you round the vehicle.

“I missed you!” Josh excitedly jumps, closing the short distance between you two, and wrapping you in his surprisingly strong arms, “How are you?” He questions before you can say any greeting.

“I missed you too,” You answer truthfully against his shoulder, your voice muffled by his shirt, “I’m okay, I feel better now.”

“Good,” He pulls away, capturing your face between his large palms, making your cheeks squish slightly, “We have some catching up to do— Come inside.” He places his hands on your shoulders and turns you toward the house, one of his hands coming down to rest on your upper back on the way up the driveway.

Swallowing thickly, you follow him up the front porch and quickly glance at the God-forsaken garage just off the side of the house. The sight of the connecting building sends a small shiver down your spine, thankfully unnoticed by Josh, who’s nudging you through the open front door.

“Go sit, I’ll get us something to drink,” He’s gone before you can protest, and you have no choice but to take a seat on the living room couch. The room is cool, making small goosebumps travel up your exposed arms.

Breathing deeply, you inhale that comforting scent of faint cinnamon and worn leather, your chest slowly rising and falling as you regulate your pulse. Your eyes wander as you listen to the rustling sound of Josh getting you both ice water; though, your eyes linger on the stairs to your right, where Jake is keen on making his entrance every time you’re here.

You can’t help but wonder if he’s even here, up in his room, obvious to or informed of your presence. The unwelcome feeling of your heart rate climbing returns, and you peel your eyes from the staircase. It shouldn’t matter if he’s here, you’re here for Josh; who is entering the living room with two glasses of water.

“All of the ice was frozen together,” He smiles meekly, handing you a glass of water with two ice cubes floating at the top. You can’t help but chuckle, holding the lukewarm glass with two hands and watching as he takes the seat next to you.

“I appreciate it,” You answer graciously, offering a small smile in return.

“So,” He takes a sip of his water, his tongue quickly swiping his upper lip to rid any remaining water, “What have you been up to?”

You’re relieved by his question, initially afraid that he wanted to delve right into what happened at the party. You welcome every form of stalling, “I’ve been…” Sulking? Crying? Ignoring his texts? Laying in bed for days? “Home,” Is all you can get out before you bring the glass to your lips, gulping down a large sip of the semi-cold water.

“Uh-huh,” Josh nods slowly, squinting at your vague answer, “Anything else? Because we can go right into the party—”

“That’s not necessary!” You blurt out, averting your gaze from his interrogating stare, “Well, I have been home. And that’s literally it. I just needed a few days to myself, and I’m sorry I didn’t effectively communicate that with you. I knew I should’ve answered your texts, but I didn’t have it in me— not with the state I was in.” You let out a sigh, staring at the stained carpet.

He nods understandingly, his eyes softening when he notices the distress on your features, “What state is that?” His voice is gentle when he asks, his hand reaching over to rest on your knee. The warmth of his palm comforts you, making your stiff spine slouch just a tad.

“I—” You hesitate, collecting your thoughts, “Josh, I need to tell you something, and I’m afraid you’ll be upset with me.” You finally meet his gaze, and his eyebrows furrow, but in concern, rather than anger.

“What could I possibly be upset about?” He asks, scooting closer and squeezing your knee in reassurance.

“Okay…” You lick your lips, finding the words that best fit this God-awful situation, “At the party,” The next words catch in your throat, the only sound coming out being a strained groan. Josh is all ears, his attention focused solely on you.

“Take your time,” He whispers, and guilt buries itself deep in your gut when you see his eager, wide eyes. They’re bordering on heartbreak, probably trying to prepare himself for the worst.

“Fuck,” You sigh out, your chest puffing and preparing to word-vomit the entire events of the party, specifically what happened after your date left and you searched for Jake, “Oh God, Josh, I—” Just as your words are going to spill out of you, movement in your peripheral catches your attention. Not only you, but Josh also turns his head to the figure entering the living room, and of course, it’s none other than Jake. You nearly groan in frustration when he stands there, staring at the two of you on the couch, his expression blank.

Resentment bubbles in your gut and your face is undoubtedly furious as your entire body heats a few degrees higher. You’re unsure whether to be relieved or frustrated with his inconvenient timing.

“Oh, hey, Jake,” Josh greets his twin, his attention pulling away from you, “I didn’t think you'd be home so soon.” So soon? Did he go somehwere?

“Decided to cut the trip short,” He answers in a flat tone, his eyes jumping between you and Josh. You could swear that you see fear lying beneath the surface of his glare.

“Do you need help carrying stuff in?” Josh asks out of courtesy.

“Um, sure,” Jake frowns, thinking, and points his thumb over his shoulder, “I just have one bag left in my car if you could grab it. I’m going to bring these up,” He lifts the bags in his hands to show us.

“Alrighty,” Josh stands from the couch, patting your knee, “We’ll continue after I come back— I’ll be quick!” He calls over his shoulder as he walks toward the kitchen, probably to go through the garage.

Without thinking, you rise to your feet, take a few steps, and stand directly in front of Jake. “I need to talk to you,” You talk lowly, peering over his shoulder, unsure of how fast Josh will be.

“Did you tell him anything?” Jake asks, ignoring your request.

“No, I didn’t, did you?” You shoot back, your hands resting on your hips in defiance.

“Obviously not,” He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“So should I?” Your words have bite to them, irritation becoming hard to mask.

“No,” He rushes out, looking around, “Don’t tell him anything.”

“Why not?” You push back, needing answers. Though, the two of you step back when you hear the faint footsteps of Josh in the garage, “I still need to talk to you.” You whisper, your eyes following him as he steps around you.

“Nothing to talk about,” He responds, not bothering to look at you when doing so. He takes long strides up the stairs, disappearing before Josh is in the living room again.

“Man, this is heavy,” He huffs out, carrying a large duffel bag, “Let me take this up and we’ll go back to talking.”

Nodding, you watch as he follows Jake’s previous steps up the stairs, taking your seat on the couch once more. Confliction settles in your chest, unsure of what to say to Josh when he returns.

When he does, your mouth has gone completely dry, and so has your glass of water. He promptly sits down next to you, his breath panting slightly from the stairs and heavy load.

“Alright, so where were we?” He asks, out of breath.

“Right,” You attempt to swallow the lump in your throat, “I have to tell you something,” Repeating your former words, you straighten your spine a bit, and observe Josh’s worried features. Fuck. “I lied when I said I was okay when Chris broke things off– I was actually very upset about it,” You rush out in a single breath, your eyes closing and shoulders rising in a flinching motion.

“Oh, honey…” His hand finds your knee again, rubbing the surface to provide a sort of comfort, and it causes your eyes to open again. “Why would I be upset about that?” He tilts his head, pity present on his face.

“Because I lied,” You try not to make your statement sound like a question, afraid that he’ll see right through your awful lie, “And we never lie to each other.” Silently beating yourself up, you feel as though you’re digging a deeper hole for yourself.

“And yet you still told me,” He soothes, his voice soft with understanding, “You just needed time to yourself, that’s all— We both know you can’t lie, or keep a secret from me,” He chuckles, patting your knee.

Your face heats with guilt, your neck suddenly scalding and armpits pooling with sweat. “Of course not,” You force out a chuckle.

“Is that why you went after Jake?” He questions, removing his hand from your knee and letting it fall onto his lap.

“What?” You choke out.

“When Chris left, you asked where Jake went,” He elaborates, and you try to stay calm, “Did you rip him a new one because he made Chris leave?” He asks, tilting his head in the opposite direction.

“Oh!” You exclaim, the heat in your neck subsiding only by a little, “Yes, um, I was devastated and needed to take it out on someone— That someone being Jake.”

“Understandable,” He chuckles, nodding, “I was also pretty upset with him, but he left on some solo retreat right after the party, so whatever you said must’ve really got him.”

“Right,” You let out a nervous laugh, clearing your throat at the straining sound.

“If that’s all you had to say,” He stands from the couch, holding his hand out for you, “Want to catch a movie?” He asks, and you gladly take it, grateful for the topic change.

“Why, yes, I’d love to.”

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It’s pitch black outside, the only form of lighting on the unlit road being the stars and near-full moon. Given the cool night, the two of you drove to the movies in Josh’s truck with the windows down. And on the way back, it was cold enough to set the truck’s heater on low.

You always found it fitting that the man who wears long sleeves during the summer had only a working heater in his truck. It sure came in handy during the freezing months; the same ones you weren’t sure you’d be spending with Josh and his brothers this year. You push the uncomfortable thought aside as Josh pulls up to his house, the porch light dimly lighting the driveway.

The pit in your stomach grows when you notice the garage door open, the only person inside being Jake, who’s lazily strumming on his acoustic guitar. His head perks up a bit, noticing your arrival, but his eyes remain on the fretboard of his guitar, not acknowledging you or Josh.

“What’s he doing up?” You question, more to yourself, but Josh answers anyway.

“It’s his brainstorming time, or whatever,” He chuckles to himself, “Best not to disturb him— He gets extra cranky when his flow is interrupted.”

“Extra cranky?” You can’t help but laugh at the statement, “I can’t imagine how ‘extra cranky’ looks on his perpetually cranky personality.”

“Tell me about it,” Josh laughs with you, killing the engine, and pulling the keys out of the ignition. He doesn’t exit the truck, though, but rather turns to you, “Are you really feeling okay?” He asks, his eyebrows reflecting his concern.

“I’m okay,” You flash a closed-mouth smile, resting your head against the headrest, “I appreciate you for getting my mind off of it.” It meaning two completely different things between you both.

“Of course,” He smiles, opening his door, “I oughta get to bed, it’s late.” It’s 11 o’clock at night, but Josh always rises with the sun. A trait you lack quite heavily.

“Okay, grandpa,” You giggle, opening your door and stepping out, earning a playful glare from him.

“I swear,” He rounds his truck, meeting you on the other side, “You and Jake might not have a lot in common, but being night owls is one of them.”

“I can’t say I blame him,” You confess truthfully, glancing over to Jake, “The night is quiet— Less distractions, and talkative twins.” You poke his stomach, earning a swat from him.

“Yeah, whatever,” He rolls his eyes, smiling despite your jab at him, “Maybe you don’t talk enough, so I have to talk for the both of us.”

“Why, of course, that’s exactly it.” It’s your turn to roll your eyes, and yet you still smile at him, the way you always do when you bicker with him.

“Well, goodnight, night owl,” He sighs, his hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder, then turning away from you and walking up the steep driveway.

“Goodnight, grandpa!” You call after him, earning a flip of the bird over his shoulder. Laughing to yourself, it dissolves into a heavy sigh when you look to the garage, knowing that you’ll have to talk to Jake eventually.

When you know that Josh is fully inside, you trek up the driveway and step into the warm garage. He knows you’re there, but he doesn’t acknowledge you, his fingers still plucking at the strings of his guitar, carrying a thoughtless tune.

“I need to talk to you,” You repeat your earlier words, and his head slowly comes up to look at you.

“There’s nothing to say,” His fingers halt all movements, and his palm opens to rest on the strings.

“Then why did you k—“

“Not here,” He rushes out, cutting you off, and cautiously looking around.

“Okay, then where?” You ask, irritation laced on your tongue.

“I don’t know,” He bites back, equally as irritated, “Just not here.”

“My parents aren’t home,” You suggest, making his brow quirk, “Not like that, creep.” For a moment, you can see his face lighten, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He’s still for a moment, likely considering his options, “Either way, we have to have this conversation, Jake.”

“Fine,” He huffs out, “I’ll meet you there.”

“Fine.” You say back, turning on your heel and walking to your parked car.

By the time you get home, you’re not entirely sure if he’ll even show up, or if he remembers how to get to your house. It’s not like he’s been here enough times to know by heart. Nonetheless, you immediately perk up when the glow of headlights shines through the cracks of your living room blinds.

Swallowing your nerves, you open the front door, not allowing him to linger in fear of being seen, and in a small town like Frankenmuth, it was a concern worth having. He steps inside without a single word, his eyes quickly scanning the interior of your house, and avoiding you at all costs.

Cautiously, you observe his appearance; despite the cold weather, he’s wearing a short sleeve, and he’s sporting his favorite pair of black skinny jeans. His long, wavy hair stops just at his shoulder blades, and his broad shoulders are accentuated by the contracting fabric of his shirt.

It only now dawns on you how uncomfortable his presence makes you. Sure, on any given day it does, but now he’s surpassed a boundary you weren’t aware that you set. He is in your home. Your safe space. A place you hadn’t imagined him being before this.

“So,” You clear your throat, coming up to his back that faces you, “We need to talk about the kiss.”

His body physically cringes at the mention of it, his shoulders nearly grazing his ears. When he turns around, a subtle look of disgust displays on his face, though he tries to hide it.

“Like I said,” He swallows, “There isn’t anything to talk about.”

“Then why are you even here, Jake?” You don’t bother trying to cover your pure annoyance, being no longer in the presence of watchful eyes, “Why did you agree to come here?”

“You said you wanted to talk,” He shrugs, completely contradicting himself.

“But you said there’s nothing— Whatever,” You take a deep breath, “Why did you kiss me, Jake?”

“I don’t know,” His eyes falter for a moment, glancing at the ground but returning to you, “I said it was a mistake. It is a mistake.” He reiterates, his breath noticeably picking up.

“That’s not good enough,” You groan, stepping away from him and disappearing into the kitchen. If you were going to have this conversation, you needed a drink in your hand. The faint sound of his footsteps follow behind you as you search the fridge for a drink of some sort. Where is all the alcohol?

Settling on a lone soda you have laying around, you turn around, and Jake is awkwardly standing in the middle of your poorly lit kitchen. His hands are neatly tucked into his jeans, his expression blank, as always, but eyes telling a different story; most likely reflecting his racing thoughts.

“I’m—” He begins to speak, but pauses to find the words, “I’m sorry,” He breathes out, “it should’ve never happened, and it will never happen again.”

You squint for a moment, considering his words, but ultimately deciding it’s not the explanation you deserve, “But why did you do it?” You push, fiddling with the cold soda can, the condensation pooling on your warm palms.

“Jesus,” He mumbles under his breath, “I don’t know, it was in the heat of the moment.” His faux sincerity dissipates nearly immediately and is quickly replaced with frustration.

“Still not good enough,” You shrug, popping open the can of soda and taking a sip.

“What do you want me to say?” He asks through clenched teeth, his feet carrying him half a step closer.

“I want you to tell me why you kissed me, Jake,” You ask nonchalantly, “Because as far as I know, you strongly dislike me.”

“Can you just give it a rest?” His voice grows a little louder, his feet still shuffling toward you.

“Not really, no.”

“Why? Do you want there to be a reason?” He pushes back, and his question makes your confidence falter.

“I—”

“Here’s a better question,” He stops just inches away from you, similar to the position you were in just days ago, “Why did you kiss back?”

“I didn’t—”

“And why did you go back in for more?” He smirks, his eyes flaming with fury; pupils dilated and eyebrows furrowed, making you swallow back your words, “Wasn’t I the one who stopped it?” He taunts, his face close enough to feel the puffs of his breath cascade on your frowning features.

“That’s not fair,” You let out in a hushed voice, your eyes fixed on the floor beneath you, “You can’t turn this on me.”

“Can’t I?” He chuckles, “It didn’t even take long for you to kiss back,” His eyes search your face, his tone dark and jeering, “So, either you wanted it as much as I did, or you really are just that desperate. Which is it?”

Opening your mouth to speak, a strained noise catches in your throat instead, similar to when you spoke with Josh just hours before.

“What? I thought you wanted to talk?” He mocks, his voice harsh and words sharp, “Go ahead, talk.”

Slowly lifting your gaze, your eyes meet his, his eyebrows still furrowed. Though they twitch in surprise when he notices the pure resentment present in your glare, “You’re pathetic.” You mumble, your jaw clenched, aching at the sheer force.

“What did you say?” He pushes, already knowing the answer.

“I said,” Tilting your chin up, you enunciate your words, but your eyes are fixed on his parted lips, “You’re pathetic.”

Chest heaving, his eyes jump between your hooded eyes and plump lips, before zeroing in on just your lips, “Fuck,” He lets out in a low growl, his hands coming up to grab the sides of your face, leaning in.

As soon as he plants his lips on yours, you drop the soda from your hands and grasp at his waist, deciding to worry about the mess later. Eyes fluttering close, a small moan escapes your throat as Jake backs you into the nearest counter, your feet stumbling and stepping in the puddle of spilled soda. The cold marble penetrates your back through the thin layer of your shirt, causing you to arch into him.

Unaware of how much you missed this feeling, you’re quick to part your lips and allow him to swipe his tongue along your own. He groans when your tongue pushes back, the two of you clouding each other’s senses with pure lust. Unlike last time— mostly due to the shock— heat spreads in your lower abdomen, and pools in your core, making you rub your thighs together.

Taking note of your reaction, Jake grins against your lips, his teeth catching your lower lip and tugging slightly before pulling away. As you let out breathless pants and open your eyes, he takes his hands away from your face, resting one behind your neck and the other on your hip.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” You admit, chest rapidly rising and falling as you tighten your grip on his waist.

“I know,” He responds, leaning in to place open-mouth kisses along your neck. Letting out a breathy sigh, you tilt your head to grant him better access, allowing him to suck the sensitive skin beneath your ear. Your hips writhe against him while sweet, quiet moans push past your parted lips, “We really shouldn’t,” He says in between sloppy kisses, his breath huffing against your neck.

“Oh God,” You whisper to the open room, your eyes slowly closing again as your head tilts back against the kitchen cupboards. He continues his work on your neck, switching over to the other side when he’s satisfied with the previous. Gradually, you feel as his hand on your hip travels along the hem of your pants, his fingers teasing the waistband, silently asking for permission, “Please, Jake.” You gasp out as he softly bites your skin.

A quiet grunt exits his open lips, and his fingers push past the elastic waistband of your pants and underwear. Excruciatingly slow, the tips of his fingers drag along your lower stomach, stopping just above where you want him.

“Look at me,” He says, pulling away from your neck, voice husky and strained. When you do, his pupils are blown, lips a darker shade of pink, and the tip of his nose matching from running along your heated skin. Holding your gaze, his fingers plunge deeper into your underwear, and you both quietly gasp when his finger slips into your soaking slit.

With your mouth hanging open slightly, he runs his middle finger along your cunt, spreading your arousal all over his other fingers.

“So fucking wet,” He groans, his finger continuing to move up and down your slit, reveling in the sensation. Biting back your moans, you let out a shaky sigh when his finger finally circles your clit, your eyelids threatening to close at the newfound pleasure. His grip remains behind your neck, encouraging you to keep your eyes on him as he applies just the right amount of pressure to your aching bud, “Let me hear you.”

“Fuck, Jake,” You moan out, your knees nearly giving out when he moves quicker. Without his lips on yours, you feel exposed, his watchful eyes taking in your contorting features. That familiar tingling sensation spreads in your belly, and a rush of arousal soaks the fabric of your underwear. “Need more,” You mumble, your moans becoming consistent and nearly impossible to control.

His eyes don’t leave yours as he halts his movements on your clit, his fingers moving lower and teasing your weeping entrance. Starting with one finger, he slowly pushes his middle finger in, nearly groaning at the feeling of your tight walls stretching around the digit.

When his palm rests snugly against your cunt, he pulls out just enough, and pushes back in, earning a strained cry from you. He does this again, and again, until his pace is consistent and your moans correlate with each pump. It doesn’t take long for the previous resistance to subside, allowing his finger to glide in and out smoothly.

“More,” You choke out, chasing the feeling of being full.

“So needy,” He taunts, pulling his hand back but quickly returning with his ring finger alongside his middle finger. Again, he slowly pushes back in, silently cursing to himself when he feels your walls stretch around the second finger. Like the last time, he allows his fingers to bottom out before pulling back, and pushing back in, returning to a steady pace.

Feeling full, you’re unable to hold back your moans and desperate cries. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his waist as he curls his fingers just enough, brushing against the spongy flesh.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out, your eyes squeezing shut when you feel the tingling sensation pooling in your lower abdomen.

“Eyes on me,” He huffs out, remaining at the same pace of his fingers, “Look at me.”

Opening your eyes, you hold his gaze as he rapidly brushes against your g-spot, making your legs shake uncontrollably. Bracing yourself, one of your hands leaves his waist and grips the bicep of his arm gripping the back of your neck. Just as the coil in your stomach tightens, your jaw hangs open, noises no longer coming out as you hold your breath.

“I’m gonna—” You choke out, “Fuck!”

Your orgasm hits you; the tightened coil snapping, walls frantically squeezing around his fingers, and vision going hazy. Struggling to maintain eye contact, his grip on your neck strengthens, keeping your eyes level with his. Your legs vigorously tremble beneath you as your hips grind against his palm, milking your release.

“That’s right,” His words sound muffled to you, the only noises heard being your strained cries, “Come on my fingers.”

Your hips sputter and stomach clenches as his fingers gradually slow down, the tips of his fingers softly brushing against your walls. When your incoherent whines finally diminish into whispered words, your vision focuses back on Jake.

He’s panting as heavily as you, a smile pulling at his plump lips as he carefully removes his fingers from your cunt. You let out a final whimper when he pulls out, bringing his soaked fingers between the two of you. He examines them, and without a second thought, pushes his fingers past his lips, making your jaw fall agape in surprise.

Sucking on his own fingers, he hums, eyes nearly rolling back when he removes them. “Tastes so good,” He mutters, licking his lips. Before you can say a word, he leans in, capturing your lips in a sloppy, open-mouth kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Subtly, he grinds his hips against yours, his erection rubbing against your lower belly. The feeling is euphoric, and you almost want to go further, but you know you shouldn’t.

“Jake,” You mumble against his lips, pulling away and staring at him, “We shouldn’t.”

“No, of course,” He nods, releasing your neck and letting his hands hover over your hips, “We don’t have to right now.”

“No, Jake,” You sigh, your voice trembling for a moment, “I mean we shouldn’t do this again.”

“What?” He steps back, pulling away completely, leaving you against the counter, “What do you mean?”

“This,” You motion between the two of you, “I mean this.”

“Are you…” He scoffs, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling, “You started it!” He looks back at you, the sudden change in his voice startling you.

“It was a—”

“Save it,” He cuts you off, holding out a hand to shut you up, “You don’t get to call this a mistake— I’m fine with never doing this again, but what you’re not going to do is act like it was a mistake on your part. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“God damnit,” He starts pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair, not minding the sticky puddle of soda at his feet, “I thought you wanted this!”

“I know, Jake, but it can’t happen again.”

“Fine by me,” His voice is bitter as he stops in his tracks, yet he doesn’t leave.

“I’m sorry,” You apologize again, unsure of what else to say, “If Josh found out—”

“He’s not going to.”

“But shouldn’t we tell him?” You ask, your fingers fidgeting with themselves.

“This was a one time thing,” Jake declares, crossing his arms over his puffed chest, “It’s never going to happen again, as you say, so there’s no point in telling him.”

“What if he finds out?” You press.

“How would he? You think I’d tell him?”

“Well…”

“Unbelievable,” He whispers and scoffs, rolling his eyes and smiling, though it’s far from genuine, “You think I’d break my twin brother’s heart and tell him I kissed, and did more, with his best friend?” He pauses, an idea forming, “You know, on second thought, he’d forgive me because I’m his brother,” His tone is condescending, sharp, “but I can’t say the same for you. He’d probably kick you to the curb and I’d never have to see you again. Maybe I should tell him, so he'll finally get rid of you once and for all.” During his resentful speech, he somehow got closer, the two of you standing toe-to-toe.

“Get out,” You say through clenched teeth, your hands doing the same at your sides, making your nails dig into your palms.

“Did I strike a nerve?” He asks with faux innocence.

“Get out!” You yell, stepping closer and making him take a step back. The volume of your voice surprises him, the shock present on his features for a fleeting moment before his spiteful frown returns.

“Whatever,” He huffs out a disbelieving laugh, uncrossing his arms and turning away from you, making his way to the front door. Without another word, you watch as he swings the door open and slams it behind him, causing the floor to shake and hanging pictures to rattle.

You finally let out a deep breath, your entire body trembling with adrenaline. Your mind frantically races as you realize what’s happened, your eyes focusing on the drying puddle of soda. The dull ache between your legs acts as a guilty conscience, making tears gather on your waterline.

Sure, a kiss you could hide from Josh, but this felt like a reach. Within the seconds following Jake’s departure, the guilt has already consumed you completely, and you’re not entirely sure how you’ll ever face Josh again. Ignoring him for a few days was out of the question, but acting normal around him seems impossible.

“Fuck,” Cursing to yourself, your eyes squeeze shut to rid yourself of the stinging feeling of tears, letting them fall as your head tilts back, “Fuck!”

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[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

Hello, good morning/afternoon/night.

(this was written with a translator, in case there are spelling errors)

First of all I want to tell you that I adore everything you write and the way you do it.

And second, could I place an order?

I'm still learning how to use Tumblr, so I don't know how to do several things and I don't know if I'm writing this where I should.

I hope it doesn't bother you ir make you feel Uncomfortable!!

Lately I have had some situations in which a...family member...in an indirect and at the same time direct way has told me that I am...overweight/fat...and that has made me feel bad, so only if you want, could you make some headcanon about how Undertale, Underswap, Underfell and Horrortale would react to me believing that.

(I mean, they would deny it and say nice things or they would laugh and make fun of me for it and highlight having a double chin and a belly and stuff like that...)

But of course, if you don't want, of course it's not necessary or if it seems like there are too many characters, you can remove them or if you want ignore this and I'll understand.

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

anon, i’m so sorry this happened to you <3 it’s unfair and nobody should have to go through that.

readers gender isn’t specified, but i use “beautiful” and “gorgeous”

Undertale, Underfell, underswap, and horrortale skelebros reacting to a reader who has been fat-shamed

Undertale:

Sans:

-his brow bones would furrow

-“wait a minute, who said that?”

-he’d nod when you tell him

-“listen, they’re wrong. you’re beautiful as you are. now, i don’t want you starting any diets or anything if they would just make you unhappy, because i’ve heard plenty of stories about them being terrible. your family members just plain wrong. ‘kay?”

-he’d hug you if you were still upset

-from then on, he would tell you how gorgeous you were more often

papyrus:

-he would be even more upset than you were, honestly

-someone would DARE say such nasty things about HIS s/o / friend??

-he would storm to their house, knock on the door, and that man WOULD. NOT. BUDGE. until your family member listened to him.

-he would be harsh but obviously be nice about it

underfell:

Sans:

-why do you give a fuck???

-he’s honestly so confused

-like, his brother told him the same thing (which also confused him, seeing as he is a SKELETON) and he just?? didn’t care??

-he tells you to stop giving a fuck

-that’s it

-“why do you give a shit about what they say? their opinions are ass. you look great”

papyrus:

-he doesn’t look up from his book when you say that

-“mm. you could stand to lose a few pounds, i guess”

-(you don’t think he quite realized how hurtful that is)

-if you tell him he’d ask why

-he thinks he’s genuinely looking out for your best interests.

underswap:

sans:

-“they told you WHAT!?”

-he would be FUMING with anger

-but, he would calm himself down enough to reassure you

-he would tell you that you look amazing, and you shouldn’t start a diet that you wouldn’t enjoy just to conform to their standards of beautiful or healthy.

-he would talk to the family member afterwards, angrier than he would normally like to be when resolving a conflict

-you never hear those words from your family member again, trust me

papyrus:

-“fuck ‘em”

-you appear slightly offended that he would say something like that about your family member, so he elaborates

-“they want to police you on how traditionally beautiful or healthy you are. you were happy before that, but now their words have upset you, for something that didn’t need said in the first place. so, fuck ‘em. that’s an asshole move”

-he would not argue this with you

horrortale:

Sans:

-hes so fucking confused

-where he’s from, food is a scarcity, and your family’s bitching about “too much?”

-he contacts your family member, whether that be finding their address from your address book or by finding their phone number on your phone, and gives him a piece of his mind.

-he would rant for HOURS if he could, or if he could keep his train of thought for that long, about how lucky they are for having food in the first place.

-afterwards he would encourage you about how beautiful you are, and how wrong your family member is

papyrus:

-he would look at you with concern

-overweight?

-he won’t pretend to be an expert on human weight, but even if you are “overweight,” that’s a good thing! it means you have access to food!

-that’s SO special to him.

-he would tell you that no matter what your family member thought, you were BEAUTIFUL

-he would be happy to talk to your family member if you wanted him to

[rantaroamamifuturegf]

Dating a goth Ultimate Song Writer

A/N: Idk, modern AU no killing game. High School AU Idk, goth girls are cute man idk leave me alone spelling errors reader is GN, Hajime is a reserve course student in this

Plot: Dating a goth ultimate song writer

Characters being used: Shuichi Saihara, Hajime Hinata

Shuichi Saihara -

Thinks you're the most beautiful/handsome person to ever exist and he's so lucky to have you.

Sometimes he worries that you'll get bored of him and leave him so at times you have to remind him that you love him and won’t leave him at times

Would ask to read the lyrics you write, definitely sees why it’s your talent. He does wonder why don’t you just produce your own music and sing but it’s not really his business nor his talent so he doesn’t comment on it

Would watch you do your own makeup at time and finds cute how you can take care of yourself and look so beautiful/handsome at most times he doesn’t even understand what you see in him

You obviously deserve better and you’re obviously going to be going places with your amazing talent and looks so why settle for someone like him? he does sometimes feel like he’s holding you back from becoming something better you are right now and feels terrible about it

He sometimes wonder when you do make it bigger than you already are, are you going to leave him and look for someone more on your talent level. He obviously doesn’t want you to leave him but he’s worried that day might come

You can obviously tell when he’s feeling insecure about himself because he’ll get more silent than he usually is and just looks at you and zone out

So you have comfort him and remind that you don’t see him as a burden and that you value the both of your relationship and won’t leave him even if you don’t become really big.

Shopping together? Maybe, he doesn’t really go clothes shopping much but if you want him to accompany you then he won’t mind. Thinks it’s cute seeing you ask for his opinion on clothes

Hajime Hinata -

He feels like he doesn't deserve you at all. I feel like Hajime doesn’t really have a type and just goes for personality so you being goth or not doesn’t really bother him and he just thinks you’re pretty either way but if it’s revealing clothes then you might have his attention on what you’re wearing.

He doesn’t really understand what you even see in him, like you’re an ultimate and not just that but you’re also an amazing songwriter and you’re good looking while he’s just like an everyday guy and he doesn’t even have an ultimate like you

I feel like he won’t right ask what you see him but I think he would like hint it like, if both of y’all are flirting and stuff he’ll just through in “You should tell me, why you love me” teasingly ofc

He’s not as insecure as Shuichi, he doesn’t think he’s bad looking and you remind him why you find him personally appealing in personality and physical looks so he doesn’t really need to worry on that part 

Would listen to the songs and read the lyrics you write, he finds them interesting especially if there self expressive to you personally. Would question one of the lines if it don’t make sense to him

He walks you home and picks you up from school, he doesn’t get embarrassed easily but really gets bothered when people make comments about him dating an ultimate when he’s just an reserve course

Most def watches you do your makeup from time to time and would ask what kind of goth makeup style your gonna go for today even though he didn’t know any much personally

[ravenwriter16]

Creative Minds Think Alike

Ep. 1 -- Ep. 2 -- Ep. 3 -- Ep. 4 -- Ep. 5 -- Ep. 6 -- Ep. 7 -- Ep. 8 (Here!)

Featuring the Amazing: @flusteredfools / @bearitt-creations

Reminder! If the Content Creator doesn't approve of how I represented them or their AUs/OCs then I edit my work or DELETE it.

It is not my intention to mock or belittle anyone's work. This series is supposed to showcase amazing creators. Also there might be some spelling errors, but ignore those!

As always, please go check out the creator's work! And there might be some spelling errors ENJOY!

3k+ word count.

“Careful…careful…care—,”

“Careful! I know!” The smaller harpy glares up at her older sister, blue eyes filled with annoyance. “Get off my wings, sis.”

Raven sighs and runs a hand through her hair, “I’m sorry Jewel. I just want to help—,”

“You already did!” Red hair swishes as Jewl snaps her head back down the garden path. “You got me a job at the Aviary, so let me do the job!”

“But you’re still new to the castle!” Raven’s wings puff up, “What if you get lost?!”

“I’m a kid in a place FULL of daycare attendants.” Jewel deadpans, “I think I’ll be fine…”

“…do you have the letters?”

Jewel pats her messenger bag, “Yep.”

“The packages?”

“Yes!”

“Adress book?”

“Ahuh.” Jewel pulls out the small leatherback item.

“You know where to go today—,”

“YES!” Jewel tosses her hands up in the air. Her outburst startles others also walking in the garden. Some fae DCA variants creating a small cloud of pixie dust (or the equivalent of it anyway) in surprise. Raven and Jewel give them sheepish smile and wave before turning back to their conversation.

“Don’t you have paperwork? Go do that instead of bothering me.”

Raven rubs the back of her neck, “I do…but I also have an appointment with a Creator—,”

“And it just so happened to be the same one I’m going to see? Yeah right.” Jewel scoffs. She rolls her eyes, “Just admit it, you don’t think I can do this on my own—,”

“No!” Raven jumps in front of her little sister, grabbing her shoulders. “I would never think that! I…I just don’t want you to get hurt…The Trolls—,”

“Mr. Aviary Director Eclipse told me that the Defenders have been the strongest they’ve ever been!” Jewel sets her hands on her hips.

Raven smiles at the how grown up she looks. Her Aviary Delivery uniform was a tad dirty and had some tears, but looked well loved. The bandana around her neck was cleaner then the rest of her attire. The same bandana Raven gave her before going to the Academy.

Jewel pushes her older sister’s hands off her shoulders, “I’ll be fine.” She steps around Raven, “This will be a piece of cake! I’ll deliver the packages to one…”

Raven raises a brow when Jewel’s voice starts to trail off. Her little sister opens her little address book. She flies through the pages, her eyes scanning each one until they lighten when she finds a certain name. “Bearitt!”

Raven furrows her brow, “Did you do you research on Bearitt and her AUs?”

Jewel shrugs, closing her book with a snap, “You told me about her. Don’t see why I needed to read her file.”

“Jewel.” Raven pinches the bride of her nose, “Did you read her file or not?”

“I glanced at it, why?”

Raven’s wings shoot out, “Why didn’t you read it?!”

“Because it was so long!” Jewel reaches a small fence gate and opens it. Her steps light as she walks down the stone path as she walks down the stone path, heading to the log cabin at the end.

It was old, something built long ago. Yet there were some modern touches scattered here and there. Some of the windows had stain-glass panes of stars and flowers. The porch had some plants along the railing. Hanging from the porch were some windchimes, glass, wood, and metal made. There were even some handwoven dreamcatchers here and there. A swing bench rests near the door, having pillows with unique embroidery.

In front of the door was a floral doormat, that had the word, ‘Welcome’ spelled out of vines. It was all very homey, but that was just the outside. Raven knew how crazy and magical these Creators can get on their worlds. Jewel, however, was still new to this…

Jewel knocks on the door once before her sister grabs her hand and pulls it away. “Careful!”

“It’s a door.” Jewel rolls her eyes.

“A special door.” Raven points out. “You need a special code.”

“Like…the Hufflepuff dorm—,”

“Don’t talk about the HP Castle to me…I’m still having meetings with the Archivist there regarding “Crossover” forms and—,”

“Blah blah blah.” Jewel groans, her smaller wings twitching. “How do I get in?”

Raven sighs, “Let me do this.”

She knocks in a certain rhythm. A rhythm she and her sister were VERY familiar with.

“The daycare theme!” Jewel’s eyes sparkled, her mind distracted by the peppy tune, “Awesome~.”

“Focus, hummingbird.” Raven teases.

“Feathered kill joy.” Jewel shoots back wile sticking out her tongue out.

“Oh real mature—,”

Both harpies scream as the doormat vanishes from underneath their feet. They drop down a long tunnel, illuminated by a glowing gems and moss. They land on a wet and slick mass and get a split second of rest before heading down a fast river-like slide.

Jewel’s screaming turns to delightful squealing. She even tossed her hands up in the air and spreads out her wings as she zooms down the slide. Her bag flies back and Raven almost misses it, but succeeds in snatching it’s strap.

Luckily no letters or packages fell out.

“Jewel!” Raven’s eyes widen when she spots a fork in the slide up ahead.

“Wha—,” Jewel’s voice gets cut off as she goes down the right side.

Thinking fast, Raven tosses the letter bag down the right side before zooming down the left. Hopefully everything will be alright. Raven just needs to find the Creator.

She needs to find Bearitt.

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Jewel sighs and wings out one of her longer feathers in her left wing, watching the water fall to the floor. “Welp…that was interesting!”

She picks up her bag and looks around the new area, “Sis?...Raven?...HELLO~?”

She pouts when there is no answer. “Okay Jewel. You got this. Raven will find you. All you have to do is—THERE’S A LAKE?!”

There was, indeed, a lake. With waterfalls to boot. Jewel pulls on her hair, “How is there a lake down here?!”

She starts pacing, “C-calm down. You got this! Just…Just stay put.” Her wings start rapidly flapping, lifting her off a feet from the ground. “Next time I have to read the files…and should never tell Raven about this—,”

“You talk very fast.”

“That’s just how I talk.” Jewel pouts, “Not my fault no one can listen that quickly—wait…” she holds up her hands and hovers in place, “Who just talked…”

“I did!”

She turns her head to find a yellow, orange, and white crest poking out of the water. Along with two golden eyes.

She yelps and her wings stop in surprise, dropping her to the ground a tad roughly. The fishy being chuckles, “You are very jumpy, little starfish.”

The downy feathers on her wings puff up and she rushes to the lake side shore. “You look familiar!”

“Do I?” The being tilts their head.

“Yeah.” She copies their movement, “you kind of look like one of my favorite Legend of Zelda species…But I don’t think there is any Zelda stuff around. You see, I’m kind of new here and I’m still getting used to all the people, heh.”

“Oh?”

“Yep!” She sits down on the sand cross-legged. “My older sister is Raven, the Archivist of the Castle! She got me an internship at the Aviary and I’ve been working delivering letters and packages…This place is my first actual ‘Big Delivery’……Huh I still can’t figure out where I’ve seen you before!”

The being chuckles, “Do you take swim lessons here?”

“You can take swim lessons here?” Jewel tilts her head.

“Of course! I teach some of those lessons.” A tail fin appears directly behind the being’s head. “One of the best instructors here.”

“Really? How many lessons have you taught?”

“Too many to count.” The being’s tail fin starts to wag.

She laughs and holds out her hand, “I’m Jewel! What’s your name?”

A large, webbed hand engulfs her own and she strains her neck as she tilts it back to keep eye contact with the strange being while they climb out of the water. Her eyes winder and her jaw drops in awe. Her wings start flapping again and she flies up to his head level.

“Y-You’re a-a-a-a—,” She starts buzzing with excitement, “ZORA?!”

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“She’ll be back soon, please don’t worry to much.” Artisan Y/n reassures while pulling out a tray of freshly made cookies out of the oven. Filling the room with a delicious and sweet aroma.

Raven continues to pace along the width of the counter top, “I’m not worrying! Who’s worrying?! Heh not me!”

From the dining table, human size fae Moon looks over the edge of his book. His red eyes holding a skeptical glint to them, “Sure… and Sun doesn’t get jealous—,”

“I don’t get jealous!” Sun, also in human size fae form, brings in a basket full of various produce. His clothing slightly covered in dirt and grass stains.

Moon rolls his eyes and looks back down at his book, “Then you are as deluded as the harpy—,”

“Hey!” Both Raven and Sun puff out their cheeks at Moon, who in turn just laughs in response.

“Simmer down, you three.” Y/n rolls their eyes and smiles. “Cookies anyone?”

Sun runs over, shoving his basket into Raven’s arms. “Sweets from my sweetie? Absolutely!”

Moon chuckles as Sun practically drapes himself over Y/n to grab a sugary treat. His eyes dart back to Raven as she walks over and sets the basket down on the table. She sits down across from him, eyes darting from her hands to the clock.

He rolls his eyes and marks his place in his book before closing it, “Relax, birdie.”

“You lose your spitfire of a sister and see how well you hold up.” Raven shoots back before her eyes widen and she shakes her head and holds it in her hands, “I’m sorry Moon. I didn’t—,”

“It’s alright.” His eyes dart to Y/n and Sun. “I know what it’s like to be protective over someone.”

Moon snatches an apple from the basket. “Know this though, this place is the perfect place for a little one to get lost in. Nothing will try to hurt her, or eat her or—,”

“What about Afton—,”

“He’s still in his cage.” Moon assures, taking a bite our of the red-skinned fruit.

Raven nods her head and lets out a long breath or air. Her wings droop on yeh floor and her shoulders drop. She jumps in her seat when Sun grabs her shoulder with one hand and offers a cookie in the other.

“It’ll be alright friend!” Sun offers her a smile, giving her some pets before taking a seat himself.

A knock at the door has Y/n wiping her hands clean with a towel and heading out of the kitchen. They greet the new arrival and practically sprint back into the kitchen, beaming at Raven.

“She’s here!”

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Jewel giggles from her perch. Looking around the cavern with sparkling eyes. “This is so cool!”

“Starlight, although I am happy that you are having fun, can’t you just fly—,”

“Shh, Mr. Moon. I am currently watching over my mermaid subjects.” She spreads her arms out, gesturing to the blue wet mass surrounding them both on all sides.

The darker of the two Zora raises a brow while his mate, Sun, tries to stifle his laughter. Moon rolls his red eyes, “What subjects?”

Jewel points to a few floating leaves and some fish swimming by, “Those subjects. Duh~.”

“Oh yes, of course~.” Moon grumbles yet smiles still.

Sun laughs and walks over, plucking Jewel off Moon’s shoulders. “You are such a cute little bundle of joy starfish!” Sun nuzzles his crest against her cheek, “you should have dropped by earlier, we could have added you to a swim class!”

Jewel lights up, her wings puffing up. “Really?!”

“Really!” Sun spins her around, creating small waves in the water. His smile widening at her giggles.

“Moon?! Sun?! Are you in here?!”

Jewel turns her head and watches as a somewhat short woman (Around Jewel’s own height really) with brown, wavey hair and cloudy grayish-blue eyes behind green eyeglasses. She even had a lot of freckles just like her!

She had on a black choker with a cute bear pendant in the middle of her neck. Her soft green striped sweater hung off one shoulder, revealing the strap to her denim overalls. The pant legs had some images of sun and moons. Her hands were covered by the over-sized sleeves, but as she walked and swung her arms, one could make out a leather bracelets on her wrists.

Her smile warm as she gazes at Sun and Moon. “Found a new friend?”

Sun nods and Moon steps forward, “How are you darling~.”

“Well—,”

“JEWEL!” A blur of feathers whizzes by and tackles Sun into the water. Jewel sputters and pushes at Raven’s face as her older sibling scoops her out of the yellow Zora’s arms.

Sun sits up and shakes his head, “That was…unexpected.”

“Sorry, Sunny.” Bearitt gives him an apologetic smile, “She’s been a bit stressed about losing—,”

“My baby sister!”

“PUT ME DOWN YOU SHE-DEVIL!”

“I love you my cute widdle baby sis—,”

“*Hisses*!”

Moon crosses his arms, “Are you sure they’re sisters?”

Bearitt laughs and shrugs. “Thanks for looking after Jewel.”

Raven looks up at them both finally, “She didn’t cause you any trouble, did she?”

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!!” Jewel starts gnawing on a few of Raven’s wings, “LET ME GO!”

Sun snickers before shaking his head, “She was an absolute angel!”

“All she did was use me as a bird post.” Moon shrugs, “Nothing I haven’t done before.”

Raven looked like she wanted to ask more about that but stops when Jewel plucks one of her downy feathers, “OW!!”

Jewel pulls back and spits the feather out of her mouth, “Put me down…or there will be bloodshed.”

“Okay okay, sheesh…” Raven rolls her eyes and lifts her hands up from under Jewel. Making the poor harpy fall into the water once more.

Jewel breaches the surface and glares at her sister, “I hate you.”

“You love me~.” Raven croons before heading back to shore, “Come on, there is someone I want you to meet.”

“Yeah sure…I’ll go meet someone while soaking wet. What a FANTASTIC idea…” Jewel grumbles while swimming to shore after her.

Sun covers his mouth as he laughs, “She’s even moodier then Ecli—,”

“PRETTY FISH!”

Raven and Bearitt blink and Jewel is out of the water and whizzing past them. Moon falls into the water laughing at the sight while Sun holds his gut and doubles over.

Raven raises a brow, turning her head in the direction they were looking before freezing and blushing in embarrassment. Bearitt tilts her head also turning her head. But what she saw made her smile.

There was Zora Eclipse with Jewel clinging to his upper body while her wings flap happily.  Eclipse points to the small harpy, “Did someone lose this small child?”

“I am so sorry!” Raven rushes over, Bearitt, Sun, and Moon following behind her.

Jewel starts chirping, “Pretty fish~!”

“Jewel! Get off him!” Raven reaches out to pull her off.

The hummingbird harpy hisses and scrambles up and over Eclipse’s shoulders, hiding behind his back. Raven growls in annoyance and meets Eclipse’s gaze. “I’m so sorry. Is she hurting you?”

“I can barely feel her.” He assures with a shake of his head. “If anything, it kind of tickles.”

Bearitt chuckles, “Soooo, I take it that this was what you were warning me about?”

“Yeah…” Raven sighs and drags a hand down her face, “She really really loves Zora…It’s her favorite species.”

“Clearly.” Moon snickers.

Eclipse’s tail fin starts to lazily wag, “While I am flattered, the Fitness Plex will be opening in a few moments and I can’t exactly work with this little one hanging on for dear life.”

Raven narrows her eyes at her sister while Jewel follows the movement of the frilly tail fin with wide and sparkling eyes. Her wings puffing up as she lets out more chirps.

“Jewel.”

“*Chirp*”

“Jewel.”

“*Chirp~*”

“Let the man go!”

“*CHIRP!*”

Bearitt pats Raven’s back, “Here, let me try.”

The room fills with a heavy scent of baked goods and a comforting warmth fills both harpies. Raven tilts her head, surprised at how mute the power of the Aura was. Last time she saw Bearitt use her power, a Fraud had stolen some art that was going to be delivered to the gallery.

They had wanted to pass it off as their own work, but made the mistake of stealing the package while Bearitt was the one delivering it. The baked goods scent had turned heavy, almost to a suffocating degree and that soft warmth had evolved into a blistering heat. The Fraud could barely make two steps before he dropped to the floor, his body in shock from the flood of stimulants attacking him all at once.

It was that day that Raven knew NEVER to cross the seemingly harmless Creator.

Now Raven was also had developed sort of an immunity to Auras, so it didn’t affect her too much…Jewel on the other hand. Her body started to relax against her will and her eyes begin to flutter close. Raven is quick to move behind Eclipse and catch her sister before her grip slips fully and she falls.

Eclipse steps away once Jewel is off him and leans down to get a better look at the young harpy. “She is tiny.”

Bearitt chuckles and lifts her Aura, “No, you my dear are just too big.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Sun interjects with a smug smirk on his lips.

Raven points back to where she and Bearitt had entered from, “Can we go find a place to put her down? She’s heavy then I last remember.”

“Oh yes! Just follow me, I know the perfect place!”

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Raven leans against the rail of the staircase, straining her ears for any sounds that might come from the upstairs guest room. Her sister had conked out hard and Raven couldn’t wake her up so they just set her down on a bed and were waiting for her to wake up naturally.

Moon was sitting on the couch, snuggled up close to Artisan Y/n and having an arm around their shoulder. He tilts his head, “Soo…That is the mentee who will be under our dear creator’s wing?”

“Sadly.” Raven deadpans.

“I think it’ll be fun!” Bearitt smiles and grabs one of the freshly made, flower-themed, sugar cookies. “And she already likes working with the Zora boys, so that’s a plus.”

Raven groans and drags a hand down her face, “If she just read the file—,”

“You said that she’s a new Informant? Has she had any training?” Bearitt waves the Archivist over.

Raven nods and heads towards the free seat. “She has…All she needs is to get some hands-on experiences. Hopefully, with you being an Informant AND a Records Keeper, it might help her focus.”

“…Does she know how to swim?” Bearitt asks with a small smirk.

Raven shakes her head and looks to the side in second-hand embarrassment. “No…But I’m sure Zora Sun and Moon would LOVE to take her under their fins. Heh, now all I can picture is her being a little motor boat with those wings of her’s.” She rubs the back of her neck while chuckling, wings shaking in amusement.

Bearitt smiles, “That would—,”

“WHY ARE YOU NO LONGER A FISH!?!?!?!?!”

Raven jumps to her feet the same time Moon does.

“Wait! Wait!” Sun’s voice comes form the upstairs room, “I can explain—,”

“FISH BOOOYYY!!” Raven relaxes as her sister comes barreling down the steps and falls on the floor. She shoots up and looks around until her eyes land on Moon. She points at him and glares, “YOU!”

“Me?” Moon blinks and takes a step back. “What about me—,”

She charges and climb up his front, standing on his chest and holding his shirt’s collar in a comedic way. Her little wings flapping as she narrows her gaze and starts shaking him, “WHY AREN’T YOU A FISH?!”

“Jewel!”

“WAS THIS ALL A TRICK?!”

“Jewel!”

“GIVE ME BACK THE FISH—!”

“JEWEL!” Raven tears Jewel off of Moon and holds her off the ground, “This is a DIFFERENT Moon.”

Jewel blinks and takes another long look at Moon. He returns her stare, red eyes having an amused glint. Her feathers puff up and her face turns red. She pouts and glares at her sister, “couldn’t you have told me that earlier…”

Beairtt laughs and walks over, waving ‘hello’ at the smaller harpy, “Hello.”

Jewel chirps in confusion.

Raven sighs and sets her down, setting a hand down on her shoulder while gesturing to the Creator with her other, “This is Bearitt, the person you will be training under for the time being.”

Jewel blinks and looks up at Raven with wide eyes, “Really?”

“Yes.” Bearitt answers, gaining the hummingbird’s harpy attention, “You’ll even be staying over some nights and working with my friends here. Mostly with my Fae boys.” She gestures to Moon, “You already meet Moon. And the person upstairs was Sun—,”

“Fae Sun?”

“That’s the one.” The creator crosses her arms, “They help me with my deliveries and help guard my vault.”

“…even the fish boys?”

Bearitt laughs, “Yes, even the Zora boys.”

Jewel salutes her, “Reporting for duty! I shall try my best!”

“You didn’t even hear about the baked goods yet.” Raven teases with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Wait really?!” Jewel starts buzzing with excitement and hovers off the floor.

Y/n nods and waves, “I bake a lot and we always have a ton of leftovers. So if you would like some—,”

Jewel tackles Bearitt in a huge hug, “I LOVE THIS PLACE!!”

Everyone laughs and settles into the warm atmosphere. Sun coming down and joining his loves on the couch. Raven takes a seat on the floor, wings folded neatly behind her. While Bearitt sat with Jewel hugging her tightly as she rambles on and on about how she’ll do her best to help her new mentor.

Raven smiles at the sight, knowing that her sister was going to be in good hands…and maybe she could convince her to sneak some cookies into her office.

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Thank you all for reading! I hope you all enjoyed! Again, please go check out Bearitt's works! Her art and stories are incredible! Have a wonderful rest of your timezone!

[herestheghost]

Matthew Patel x Reader

Matthew Patel in Scott Pilgrim Takes Off.

Small bits of you and Maddie getting closer. There are spelling errors and over uses of words, but eh I wrote this for fun and nothing serious while kicking my feet about how cool the show is while I should have been sleeping.

Warning: Accidental Kiss on the lips

The first time you meet up with him for a date,you give him roses.Five black centered around one red.He is surprised and blushes to know the black ones are for his demon hipster chicks.No one ever thinks about his special ladies and their connection to him. Mattew is touched.

“I just assumed they were a packaged deal”, you confess, scratching your head nervously. He stares at you with a blush on his face.

The Demon Hipster Chicks like you immediately.They loved the flowers by the way,and gifts you bring them.It's not like you read a book on demonology that said to bring gifts to appease demons,no no ofcourse not.

   Maddie likes your knowledge. Que you pushing a few books under your bed once when he came by for the first visit.

Maddie likes a night on the town kinda dates,where he and you can get all dressed up and go to the threatre.You enjoy simple dates at the coffee shop where all the best drama spilling is at or walking the park to see where the next fight match will take place.He sees your appeal to the coffee shop,hot cocoa and front row to Scott Pilgrim turning a guy to coins is like tv.

   He’ll smile over his cup at you before sipping on his hot steaming drink, a sly smile on his lips. Your insides gush at him as the barista curses from the counter again at someone else bothering her.

Oh Mattew fights,he’s got some enemies who like to challenge him.He usually wins but after you were thrown into a two vs two,he got reseted back home and you were left to pick up the coins.It was devastating on the concrete till he called you the next day.

   There you were looking at the small jar of coins on your desk.Feeling like your gut was twisted,you placed a hand on the lid sadly.Then Maddie called and apologized for not being strong enough.It was the first time you yelled at him.

   “Idiot,I don’t care about that!!”,you shout through the speaker.”I’m just happy you're alive!”,you continue because you thought he died.

   You apologize for shouting at him later,but Mattew just hugs you.It's the first hug!

 Showing him the coins makes him grimace, till you take him to the arcade. The girls like it there.

The first kiss is on his cheek and you did it out of excitement.His lovely shocked eyes stare at you as you stare at him just as shocked.Maddie holds his cheek curling his lips.

    “I do believe in eye for an eye!”,he says loud enough for people to stare.

“Okay!”,you say a little too quickly.”I mean,yes please”,you say instead,covering your eyes.”I don’t mean to sound so forward..”,you mumble behind your hands.

    Matthew cups your hands,easing them open.”I don’t mind”,he says softly,that blush still on his face.You swallow turning your head so he can kiss your cheek.

    “Oh,right now?”,he asks,looking nervous himself.You turn obvious that he’s leaning down.The second kiss is on the lips and you both gasp, flinging back,holding your own separate mouths.

   “Did we?”,he asks, blinking.

”Can we do it again?”,you ask him adding,”If you want to”.

Maddie is happy to oblige. His thumb rests on your cheek to steady himself for another kiss, one you press into happily.

It's not long before you call him ‘boyfriend’.It was a saturday and you where changing contact names on your phone for fun again.Maddie didn’t seem right anymore,so you changed his to ‘Boyfriend’.What you forgot was that Maddie was in the kitchen making tea just a few minutes ago.He was behind the couch about to ask you if you were ready for a cup and seen what you did.

     “Boyfriend?”,he asks, spooking you enough to where you jump off the couch.

“Eh,well”,you scrap for an explanation.You two haven’t talked about titles like that yet.

    “Alright”,Mattew nods like it's a mundane thing to talk about asking someone to be your boyfriend.”I’ll be your boyfriend”,he says with a grin.”Is that what you want?”,he adds.

    “Uh yeah,I just didn’t know how to bring it up”,you confess scratching your cheek lightly.

     Maddie peaks your cheek doing the unexpected.He types on his phone,showing you his phone screen,your contact there says either ‘Boyfriend’,’Girlfriend’,Or ‘Love’.

   You beam from the couch holding his phone as he goes to get the tea. The Hipster Chicks are divided on sweet tea and unsweetened tea, they urge Maddie to settle the matter. Your just on the couch listening to them with a big smile on your face, it hurts but your into much bliss to care.

You are a force to be reckoned with. Maddie and the girls came to one of your wrestling matches. Its nationals and they were excited to see you kick butt. Until Scott Pilgrim got in the ring with you, Maddie wasn’t worried but did boo the guy.

    Finding out your partner is a near world champ can be an ego boost for Maddie.Your hot and feared,yes please.The girls swoon at your reflexes.They cheer you on from the stands,which motivates you further than your limits.

    Maddie patches you up after back at your place.A few goth hello kitty bandaids do just the job and he kisses each one to make them feel better.Now your bruised rib is a job for the girls,as they’ve helped him before with one of those and know how to tighten the gauze for that kind of injury.

   He also has smoothies ready so you don’t have to sit up to eat, which is a good idea because you are quite comfortable on your bed.

Oh the first time Mad sleeps over is on the couch.You asked him to sleep over in your bed,to just sleep.Which he thought he could do but something deep inside him tells him its inappropriate and he must sleep on the couch.You don’t fight him but you do think it's sweet of him and you do want him to be comfortable so you get him your best fluffy blanket and second nicest pillow.Fixing up the couch for him,you show him the pull out feature.He sends you off with a goodnight kiss.

    The girls cuddle you that night.Each one,one by one,waddle in with yawns as they fill in your bed to steal your blanket.There to out of it for you to fight there clutches for the blanket back.You give up,sitting there in the dimmed dark and go to sleep.

    Maddie scowls the demons for stealing your blanket from you the next morning.Which you defend that it's fine,you were comfortable and warm.The girls are really sorry and agree with Maddie,they apologize.They think of ways to make it up to you as well.

    Matthew gives you more blankets, fluffier and thicker than your favorite so this doesn’t happen again. The girls are happy to cuddle you each night if you prefer.

[ddaycarecenter]

Yandere ! Prime Rick x Reader

i forgor who requested this but HERE I AM WEEKS LATER !! INM SORRYY

srry if theres spelling errors. i didn’t have time to edit -n-

Prime Rick who loves to dance around you. Once he knows he wants you, he’ll either do two things kidnap you immediately and play mind games with you, mentally torturing you and tiring you out.

Or he’ll watch you from afar, playing with you sense of deja vu. Rick will have you thinking your seeing things and questioning whether or not someone is following you.

Prime Rick doesn’t see you as a person More so as a trophy and an object. Something to toy around with, or something pretty to look at.

Prime Rick can be pretty cold at times. He completely disregards how you feel. If you scream or shout at him, he’ll just ignore you or leave you alone. Worst case, he’ll get rid of you.

Prime Rick doesn’t feel like he needs any permission to do anything. You could be minding your own business watching inter-dimensional cable, when Prime grabs you and forces you to do whatever he wants.

Affection with Rick is erratic and random, sometimes he’ll be gentle with you and other times rough. Other times he could leave you alone and if you try to hug him or anything he’ll just push you away

Prime Rick is very flirty and sexual with you. Often making suggestive comments out of the most random things with you. If he’s feeling touchy or possessive enough, he might just hold you tightly and force you into his lap.

Prime Rick loves to hug you from behind. It gives him so much control of you and he loves to feel your body up and down. sometimes randomly , he’ll surprise you and bite your neck, making you all read and yelpy. He finds it cute when you are flustered, shocked, and very embarrassed. He LIVES to see reactions out of you.

If Prime Rick feels playful enough, he’ll just randomly poke you or touch you in a sensitive spot, just to see you jump. He’ll look at you like a person who Awww’s at a dog who just rolled over and kiss you.

While you hated being kidnapped by Rick, things aren’t always so boring. If you really behave yourself and do whatever Rick wants you to, he might take you on his adventures. Most likely a small, non dangerous adventure. for the sake of protecting you from harm and just being jealous that anyone can lay eyes on you. Rick will be much more possessive of you during adventures. He won’t allow you to move more than 3 feet away from him. Don’t even bother trying to use this as an escape plan. Rick 100% has trackers on you at all times, and can catch up to you very quickly.

Prime Rick would definitely put you in simulation. Just to fuck with you, making you think you had a chance at escaping or seeing your family again. When he shuts it down, laughing at you hysterically like he didn’t just mentally destroy you, he would just pat you on the back cooing and mocking you. Rick would tease you saying it was a “Woaaahhhahaha! Good try there , sugar!”

You were horrified into thinking rick was going to punish you for even having the IDEA of escape in your mind but all he did was laugh and “give you points” for your character. You felt sick that he saw you as some sort of character to some game, and he was the player. 

Unfortunately escape is just impossible. You can’t beat his genius or his technology. Managed to get away? Rick just has a tracker on you. Trying to get ahold of your friends ? He’ll already be right there waiting for you to see them, just to kill them in front of you. Unless you want to stay alive , it’s best to just accept where you are. Otherwise, if your too much trouble, Prime rick would just realize your not worth the trouble and get rid of you.

[fangirlmermaid]

Espresso

Summary-The reader has a small surprise for Chris at her concert

pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Fem!reader

Note: Thank you to everyone who voted for my poll! It was a tie so I posted both Fanfic!

Warning: Sexy outfit, mention of inappropriate shirt show was inspired by Sabrina Carpenter (I don't think that's a warning)

(as usual spelling and grammar errors)

(Kind of long)

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The crowd cheered when you finished performing Brutal. Once the audience died down, the dancers walked off the stage, their movement was sluggish.

You released a fake yawn before walking back to the main stage; which was set up to look like a fancy New York apartment.

You sat down in the papasan chair.

Waiting for one of the stage crew to get into their position, you scanned the audience. Your eyes finally landed on your boyfriend Chris in the VIP tent, by the look of excitement and joy on his face you would think that this was his first time seeing the show.

You sent him a flirtatious wave and a wink, causing his cheeks to heat up. You could never tire of him looking at you like a love-sick puppy.

You guys went public a few weeks ago about your relationship of eight months. True fans were supportive and happy for you guys, but some insecure fake fans wished for the downfall of your relationships.

You were getting the most hate. People call you a slut and unloyal because of your on-stage persona. Saying that Chris could do better than you. All that bullshit.

Chris always came to your defense (his brothers came too). You would always assure him that these comments didn’t bother you, and he would say something about how he would never stop defending you because he loves you.

You stretched your arms, acting like you were tired and wanted to go to bed.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the Tori from the crew in position holding up the sign.

“What does your sign say?” You asked into your mic, squinting your eyes.

Tori shook the sign a bit pretending to be an excited fan “I slept with your mom? What?” You wondered, earning a laugh from the audience.

Being the comedic genius that you are, you always come up with funny sayings when pretending to misread the sign.

Tori held the sign still. “Oh! Please Please Please play espresso” You read, and the crowd cheered.

When you were writing Songs for the album, Chris was moping around your place which distracted you. When you would ask him what was wrong he would would just pout as if he was expecting you to understand why he was in that state. He looked like a puppy from those heartbreaking commercials they play during the holidays. It was stupid but effective. So you found a way to do that without announcing anything yet.

Espresso was the first song you ever wrote about Chris when you two started to get serious. Chris was wrapped around your finger; he always had to be around you, touching you, as if you were a shot of caffeine, and Chris was addicted. Besides using the word Espresso was much catchier than Pepsi.

“But it’s sleep time” You murmured as if someone put a sleepy spell on you.

You were waiting the whole night for this part. After getting another hate comment the other day you decided that enough is enough. That’s when you decided to order them.

Your eyes scanned around the stage floor as if you were looking for something.

“LA, has anyone seen my shirt?” you asked.

The audience was quiet having their phones record this part. This was your fan's favorite part, every night you wear some weird ass shirt. For some reason, everyone's favorite shirt is the one that asked Are you childish? With a yes or no check box, and the no box has a penis drawn in it.

Your backup dancer Rio came running out with a t-shirt under her armpit.

“Thanks, Rio! Everyone said Thank you to Rio” You said standing up Everyone yelled, “Thank you, Rio!”

You unfolded the shirt to were only you saw the design. You pretended to act shocked as you looked at Rio “Girl, I can’t wear this!” You admitted clutching the shirt into your chest. Rio nodded her head and said yes, you can! Rio waved her hands up to get the audience to encourage you.

Your eyes found Chris again, he was cheering for you. You sent him a quick wink before turning around so you could slip the shirt on.

The shirt fell above your knees, covering your garter. You took a deep breath, in your mind this was you proving two points. Point number one was that you didn’t care how many hate comments you got you would love Chris no matter what and point number two was rubbing it in the spineless cowards' noses that you were dating Chris and they weren’t.

You slowly faced the audience with a smirk on your face. The audience screamed and jumped when their eyes landed on your shirt. It was a black shirt with the design saying I ♥️ Chris.

Your eyes landed on Chris who turned into a blushing giddy idiot. A very cute idiot. His eyes filled with so much love that he might explode.

You know that he will be ripping this shirt and the Garter off to show how much he loves the surprise. It gives you an idea for an outro for your song Nonsense.

The crowd died down “Yes, the non-secret is out. I love my boyfriend!” You smiled and the crowd lost their shit again.

Feeling energized you looked around to see your band and backup dancers lying around pretending to be asleep.

You sighed and held up a finger signaling to the audience to give you a second. You clapped your hands in the band's directions trying to wake them up. You gently nudged the dancers on the floor. “Time to wake up bitches, Let’s go!” You cheered skipping towards the stairs.

~~~~ You sang and danced to Espresso which is always Chris’s favorite time. He loved that you added this song to your setlist (even though it was a part of the album for the tour you are on).

Now it was replaced at this moment. Seeing you in that shirt drove Chris crazy, announcing your love for him for a second time. Seeing how proud you were to be Chris’s girlfriend made his heart swell. He didn’t think it was possible to be more in love with you.

Chris saw a mischief glint in your eyes. You stared right at him as you lifted the shirt a little revealing the garter getting Chris aroused. The power you had over him and his dick. Chris was screaming along with the words, jumping around with glee.

Fans were taping Chris’s reaction the whole time, getting overwhelmed by the cute couple. This would explode on the internet, showing everyone how madly in love you and Chris were.

All is according to plan!

~~~ Is it that sweet? I guess so Your backup dancer Lindsey passed you a mug that says I ♥️ My boyfriend, just in case people didn’t get the message.

The crowd was screaming, no one was checking up on Chris who looked like he just had his brain fucked.

You took a sip pretending it was coffee when it’s just water.

That’s that me espresso

You raised the cup with the text facing the audience and smiled.

The crowd cheered and clapped.

Your eyes landed on Chris who was jumping and blowing kisses at you. Trying to control yourself but failing, you did the same towards him.

Before leaving the stage, you see Chris giggling and bragging to everyone at the VIP tent that he is your boyfriend.