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cruel-seduction · 5 months ago

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Beyond Fears

Summary - With the biggest exam of your life coming up, stress is eating you alive—but Mattheo refuses to let it win. He’ll do whatever it takes to pull you out of your own head, even if it means causing a little chaos. But when the truth behind your fear comes out, he’s ready to remind you of one thing—no matter what happens, he’s not going anywhere.

Content Warning - Suggestive theme and Curse words.

Glimpse - “And as for your stupid little fear that I’ll find someone else—ugh, babe, do you think I’m insane? That my brain is rotting?” His lips twitched into a smirk before softening again. “Do you think I’d willingly trade you—the love of my fucking life, the only person who actually laughs at my dumb jokes, the only one who knows exactly how I like my coffee, the only soul on this godforsaken planet who makes me feel like I belong—for anyone else?” His voice was raw now, honest in a way that made your chest ache.

His forehead pressed against yours, his nose brushing yours as he whispered, “Baby, there is no one else. There never will be.”

a/n -Hello, my certified cutie red flags!! Divider Credit goes to @bernardsbendystraws. And also I wrote this based of on a scene from my fav show. Cause I needed to do crying reader over valid reason and this seem like best. And she does portrays that she is strong. but Mattheo is Mattheo bro.

Requested by @jarjarbinks-har-har

Mattheo could feel the tension rolling off you from a mile away—thick, restless, electric. Anxiety coiled around your frame like an iron grip, tightening with every breath you took. The upcoming exam loomed over you like a storm cloud, its weight pressing down on you with an unbearable force. If you passed, you’d be the youngest woman in history to earn a seat at one of the most prestigious higher education institutions for witches and wizards. The pressure was suffocating, an invisible noose tightening around your throat.

You weren’t the only one feeling it. Mattheo was tense too, but not because of the exam. No, he was wound up because of you—because your stress became his stress, your suffering bled into him like an open wound. He’d tried everything to ease your nerves. He took you to your favorite coffee shop, bought you anything you wanted, even tried distracting you with jokes and stolen kisses—but nothing worked. You were drowning in books, lost in your relentless pursuit of perfection, and no amount of comfort could pull you out.

Eighteen hours. That’s how long you had gone without sleep. Maybe more. You were running purely on caffeine and raw determination, your veins practically humming with exhaustion. Dark circles didn’t just shadow your eyes—they owned your face, carved into your skin like permanent bruises. At night, you sang old traditional songs in a hollow, eerie voice, studying by torchlight like some deranged scholar possessed by ancient magic. Your roommates had given up on you, groaning in frustration as your muttered revisions carried into the early hours. Even when Mattheo convinced you to crash in his dorm, you never truly rested. You just laid there beside him, whispering formulas, theories, and incantations under your breath, your fingers tracing invisible notes on his skin. It was getting out of hand.

Mattheo watched you now, his jaw clenched as he took in the sight before him—you, hunched over a book in the Great Hall, a cup of coffee gripped in one trembling hand, barely picking at your food with the other. Students all around were suffering through exam stress, but Mattheo didn’t give a damn about any of them. You were the only one who mattered. And watching you unravel like this was killing him.

Sitting beside him, Theodore Nott let out a low whistle. “Mate, what the hell is wrong with her?” he muttered, following Mattheo’s gaze.

Mattheo exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “That stupid exam is next week. She’s pushing herself too hard. If she doesn’t pass, she won’t be able to retake it for another four years. That would completely screw up her entire life plan.” His voice was tight, frustration laced beneath the concern.

Theodore huffed a laugh, lips curling in amusement. “Please, it can’t be that serious. No one plans their life around one exam.” Mattheo’s eyes darkened as he turned toward his friend. “It’s her wallpaper.” Theodore’s brow furrowed. “What?”

Mattheo ran a hand through his hair. “The life plan. It hangs over her bed.” Theodore’s mouth formed a small ‘O’ of realization, his amusement fading into something more thoughtful.

Mattheo knew this couldn’t go on. He couldn’t just sit back and watch you self-destruct. No, he had to do something.

And he knew exactly what to do.

Later that day, Mattheo found you exactly where he expected—in the library, buried under an avalanche of books, your fingers gripping a quill like it was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. Without a word, he sank into the chair beside you, drumming his fingers against the wooden surface.

You didn’t even glance up, just exhaled a frustrated sigh before whispering, “Don’t waste my time. Just say what you wanna say.”

Mattheo smirked, leaning back in his chair with that signature arrogance, the kind that both infuriated and charmed you in equal measure. “Babe, don’t worry. You’re gonna crush it. You could take this exam with one eye closed and still beat half these idiots. And most importantly—” he paused, his voice softening slightly, “—even if you don’t, it’s fine. You got this.”

Your eyes snapped to his, narrowing. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” you scoffed. “You’re only saying this because you love me. Love has made you dumber.”

Mattheo let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think so. If anything, love has made me smarter. See, I haven’t picked a single fight this whole month.”

Your lips twitched despite yourself, a ghost of a proud smile appearing. “Yes, I am very proud of you for that. But if you don’t get the hell out in ten seconds, I will personally break your nose.”

Mattheo grinned like he’d been waiting for exactly that response. In a single, swift motion, he grabbed your wrist, yanking you to your feet before you could protest.

“What the hell, Mattheo?!” You struggled against his grip, your chair scraping noisily against the floor as he dragged you out of the library. Heads turned. You scowled. “Stop! I swear to Merlin, if this is another one of your—”

He didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down, only coming to a halt when he shoved open the door to an abandoned classroom and pulled you inside.

You shot him a glare as you yanked your arm free. “This better be good, Riddle, or I’m hexing your balls into oblivion.”

Mattheo’s smirk widened as he leaned casually against a desk, arms crossed over his chest. “Since you’re so stressed, I figured—why not give you a test?”

Your eyes darkened, your irritation sharpening into a glare. “Are you serious? You dragged me here for a fake test? These things are useless, Mattheo. They don’t have the same pressure, the same distractions. It’s all too damn quiet and perfect, like the walls themselves are whispering the answers.”

Mattheo tilted his head, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Yeah, I figured you’d say that.” He clapped his hands together once, and suddenly, the door swung open.

In walked Abby and Scully from Ravenclaw, each lugging twenty-five bags of chips. As they sat down, they immediately started munching—loudly. Crunching, smacking, licking their fingers like they were trying to break a world record for obnoxious eating.

Your eye twitched.

But that wasn’t all. Right behind them, a group of students filed in—loud ones. The kind who couldn’t stay quiet if their lives depended on it. They bickered, they whispered, they tapped their quills against the desks, they fidgeted like caffeinated squirrels.

Mattheo leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Better prepare yourself, Y/L/N. This is your battlefield.” Then, with a wicked grin, he added, “And I know you wanna rip my clothes off right now, but you’re gonna have to wait and ace this test first.”

You stepped closer, so close that he sucked in a breath, his smirk faltering just slightly. Your voice dropped to a sultry whisper, just for him.

“I am so fucking turned on by you right now.” You smirked. “Give me five minutes to destroy this test. Then? You.”

Mattheo’s mouth fell open slightly, like he’d just been hit by a Confundus Charm.

You winked, snatching up the test from his hands, and took your seat, utterly unbothered by the chaos around you.

Mattheo, still standing there, watching you with something dark and heated in his gaze, let out a quiet, disbelieving chuckle.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered. “I think I just made studying sexy.”

Mattheo sat outside on the Quidditch field, staring up at the darkening sky, the cool breeze doing nothing to temper the frustration simmering in his chest. His fingers fidgeted with a stray blade of grass as he replayed the events of the day over and over in his head. He was about to go find you himself when he noticed Abby and Scully trudging toward him, looking particularly sheepish.

“We’re out of chips,” they said in perfect unison.

Mattheo blinked. Then scowled. “What the hell? I gave you fifty packets. And I told you to stay in that damn room.”

Scully shifted uncomfortably before muttering, “About that… Y/N kinda… vanished.”

Mattheo’s stomach dropped. His jaw clenched. “Vanished?” His voice was eerily calm, but his eyes—oh, his eyes had darkened into something deadly.

Abby nodded. “Yeah, she just—poof. One second she was there, the next, gone. No idea where.”

Mattheo shot to his feet, his entire body thrumming with tension. “I asked you to do one thing,” he snapped, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “One fucking thing—and you couldn’t even do that?” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Move aside.”

It was almost nightfall, and Mattheo, along with his friends, had been searching for you for over an hour. You were nowhere to be found. His mind churned with possibilities—were you upset? Were you hiding? Had something happened? And then, like a punch to the gut, it hit him.

Today’s date.

Mattheo stopped in his tracks, exhaling as realization settled over him. “I know where she is,” he muttered. “Go back to the dorms—I got this.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and headed toward the Potions classroom.

And there you were.

Curled up in a ball, tucked into the shadows, your arms wrapped around your knees as if holding yourself together. The dim candlelight flickered against your face, casting soft, golden hues over your tear-streaked cheeks. His chest tightened at the sight.

Mattheo said nothing as he stepped inside. He didn’t need to. Instead, he lowered himself to the floor beside you, his presence warm and steady.

You glanced up, your voice barely above a whisper. “How did you find me?”

His expression remained neutral, but his eyes—his eyes—were soft as they met yours. “15th of March.”

A humorless laugh escaped your lips, and despite yourself, a small, sad smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “Of course.”

Mattheo’s lips curled into one of those rare smiles—the kind he didn’t give just anyone. “A year ago, today, we had detention together.” His tone turned teasing. “You spent the whole night pretending to be annoyed while secretly staring at me like I was the hottest thing you’d ever seen, and by the end of it, you were completely infatuated with me.”

You gave him a side-eye. “Mattheo.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. You flirted with me for fifteen seconds, and I became obsessed.”

You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head. “Sounds more accurate.”

A comfortable silence settled between you both.

And then, softly, Mattheo asked, “Babe, can you tell me the real reason why you’re scared?”

You hesitated for a moment before shifting closer, resting your head against his shoulder. His warmth seeped into you, grounding you, anchoring you.

“I didn’t even know why I was so tense before,” you admitted. “But when I was in that classroom, giving that practice test… I realized.” Your throat tightened. “Passing this test means going away from you. And I—I don’t know how to handle that.”

Mattheo stayed quiet, letting you speak.

“All these days, I’ve been drowning myself in books, trying to avoid thinking about it. But in that classroom, it hit me.” Your voice cracked. “Everything between us is so good right now. But what if leaving ruins that? What if we can’t make long distance work? What if me being gone changes everything?” A tear slid down your cheek, soaking into Mattheo’s shirt. “And what if—” your voice broke entirely, and you inhaled shakily, “—what if you realize that you deserve better? What if you find someone else, someone closer? Someone who isn’t a whole country away?”

Mattheo was quiet for a beat. Then, with a slow exhale, he shook his head and lifted his hands to your face, cradling your cheeks between his palms. He wiped your tears away gently, then—because he was still Mattheo—he wiped his hands off on your shirt, making you let out a watery laugh.

And then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “Babe, listen to me—no, actually, shut up and listen, because I know that pretty little overthinking brain of yours is already running marathons.” His thumbs stroked your cheekbones, his touch featherlight. His gaze—intense, unwavering, filled with nothing but love—held you in place, made you feel every word before he even said them.

“Darling, if you don’t go—if you give up your dream for me—I swear I will throw myself into the nearest trash can and live there forever because that’s exactly where I belong if I let you do that.” His voice was steady, firm, convincing. “Baby, I want you to go. I need you to go. Not because I want to be away from you—hell no, I’m already dreading the distance—but because you’ve been dreaming about this since you were a kid, and the only thing worse than missing you would be watching you resent me for holding you back.”

You sniffled, lips trembling.

“And as for your stupid little fear that I’ll find someone else—ugh, babe, do you think I’m insane? That my brain is rotting?” His lips twitched into a smirk before softening again. “Do you think I’d willingly trade you—the love of my fucking life, the only person who actually laughs at my dumb jokes, the only one who knows exactly how I like my coffee, the only soul on this godforsaken planet who makes me feel like I belong—for anyone else?” His voice was raw now, honest in a way that made your chest ache.

His forehead pressed against yours, his nose brushing yours as he whispered, “Baby, there is no one else. There never will be.”

Tears slipped silently down your cheeks.

“So go. Conquer. Be brilliant.” He swallowed thickly. “And when you come back, I’ll be right here, still stupidly in love with you, probably crying into your hoodie and talking to your pictures like a lunatic.” He gave you a small, wry smile. “But I’ll be yours. Always.”

Your lips trembled. Your fingers clutched at the fabric of his shirt.

And then, with no warning, you surged forward, crashing your lips against his in a kiss so deep, so desperate, it stole the breath from both your lungs.

Mattheo exhaled into your mouth, his arms winding around you like he never wanted to let go.

And maybe, just maybe—he never would.

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f1smutwriter · 1 year ago

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Can you please write a smut about Charles that reader is a virgin and their first night is very hot (like very hot🥵) but Charles make it comfortable for reader. And Charles is madly in love with reader that he thinks she is love of his life ❤️

|𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 (𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔)

★ :: 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Pt2, Pt3, Pt4

★ : 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: He wanted to make your first time special. So he taught you the basics, or that’s what you thought it was.

★ : 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :: SMUT! Innocence kink, extreme corruption kink, fingering, oral (fem rec), breast play, dirty talk, unprotected sex (Big no no), praise, degrading, squirting, begging kink, pet names (Mon cœur, little bunny, princess, baby, etc), like way more that I don’t remember.

★ : 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :: for the person who requested sorry this took literal years. This is probably one of my favorite fics. But anyways, Hope you enjoy!!

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I wasn’t one of those people who were craving for sex. I was okay being a virgin at first, but then I hit my twenties and it became a problem. I had a hot boyfriend and people thought we were going at it like bunny’s all the time. But Charles was actually extremely supportive about my choice. Til one day I couldn’t take it anymore.

I’m sitting on the couch while watching tv cuddling myself waiting for Charles. I hear the jingle of his keys making me get up and rush to him. The second he came in he sees me charging at him making him smile as he picks me up. “Well hello to you too Mon cœur” he smiled as he kissed my head as I scrunched up my nose making him smile. “So what have you been doing while I was out” he asked me softly dragging me to sit in his lap. “Nothing watching tv” I whispered as he started kissing my neck like he normal does making me whimper.

“Aww, did I make my little bunny nervous” he smirked nibbling at my sweet-spot. "Baby stop it" I whined in his neck making him chuckle a bite making him smile. "I'm sorry baby" He smiled thinking I was getting uncomfortable so he rubbed by back. "What were you watching" He asked softly as he rubbed my back watching the movie I was watching. "Some type of dark romance movie it's honestly crazy" I say cuddling into his side while we watch the movie.

As we watch the movie we see a scene where the two main characters starting kissing and it gets heated. I suddenly feel a rush of heat between my legs, making me squeeze my thighs shut as hard as I can to relieve the feeling. “You okay baby” Charles asked with a smirk, knowing exactly what was going on. “Yeah I’m fine love don’t worry about me” I whispered squeezing my thighs more and I feel his hand go on one of them. I feel him drag his hand up and down my leg feeling shivers down my back.

I subconsciously opened spread my legs so he could touch me where I craved the most. He slowly touched my inner thigh so close to my wet core making me let out small whimpers as he goes. He slips his hand in my tiny pajama shorts making me whimper softly. His fingers gazed my clothed cunt letting out a breathy moan. “Do you want it Mon cœur” he whispered in my ear before kissing my neck softly.

“P-please” I cried out wanting him to do more to me. As I said that his fingers started rubbing soft circles on my clit making me moan out and buck my hips from the feign pleasure. “Sshh let it happen” he chuckled as rubbed my clit faster before checking how wet I was. Once he felt I was soaking he groaned, slipping a fingering in me making me moan louder. I grab his wrist to tell him to stop moving them, I let out a shaky breath as he continued to rub my clit with his thumb.

He picks me up and walks to the bedroom. “Your first time is most certainly not gonna be on the couch” he smiled as he threw me on the bed making me giggle out loud. “Gonna let me take this off” he asked me pulling on my pajama shorts making me nod softly. He pulled them down my legs along with my panties making me shiver slightly. “Fuck I can’t wait to taste you” he smirked at me feeling wide eyed at his comment. “What did you really think I wasn’t gonna taste this pretty pussy” he chuckled looking at my face amused as he rubbed my thighs.

“I-I don’t know” I whispered blushing bright cherry red making him laugh at me a bit. “Don’t worry gonna make you feel so good baby you’re not gonna walk for a week” he smiled as he went back to kissing me gently like I was the most fragile thing on planet earth. “Charles you don’t have to be gentle. I want it to be good for you too” I mumbled softly making him smile at my response to his kiss. “Don’t think you’d want that, I can be really rough and I don’t want to hurt you” he smiled softly as he rubbed my face his his thumb making my head lean closer to his hand.

I kiss him wrapping my arms around his neck as we kiss. He holds my waist as we make out, him slipping his tongue in my mouth gently making me gasp against his lips. He breaks the kiss to start kissing my neck slowly taking off his my shirt. “I love when your in my clothes like they were made for you” he whispered in my ear before going back to kissing my neck, sucking on my sweet-spot.

He goes down and sucks on my nipple, while rubbing the other one feeling my back arch off the bed and whimpers spilling out of my mouth. He kisses down my stomach and pecked the very top of my cunt making my thighs close together. “Leave them open” he growled as he spread my legs roughly making me gasp at his roughness. His fingers run through my soaking fold. He leaned down and started eating me out savoring my juices like he’s been dying for it.

He sucked on my clit making me gasp loudly and closing my thighs around his head. I feel him chuckled against my cunt, grabbing his hair to push his face and tongue deeper into my pussy. “Fuck this pussy taste so sweet. So mean for keeping it from me” he groaned against me feeling my legs shake from the pleasure. “I’m gonna eat you out all the time, when your asleep when your awake, when your showering” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around my thighs to dig his face deeper into me.

“B-baby feel s-something in m-my stomach” I cried out making him chuckle. “That’s called an orgasm let it go cum all over my tongue let me taste how sweet you really are” he whispered sticking his tongue in my tight hole making a scream rip out of my throat. My thighs start shaking around his head as I cum all over his tongue tugging his hair for dear life. I swear that I almost black out from that intense moment. “How was that baby” he chuckled rubbing my face with his hands. “G-good” I stuttered out still feeling like I’m on cloud nine. “Want it rough Charles please” I begged him wanting him to take me rough to feel the whole experience. “You sure don’t want to hurt you” he asked making me nod frantically.

“Hands and knees ass in the air” he said quickly making me obey him in an instant. “Fuck can’t wait to stick my cock into your tight pussy. Gonna squeeze me so good” he said as reached over to grab a condom. “No don’t want it. Wanna feel you” I say making him grin grow even bigger. “Oh my dirty girl wants it raw, want me to fuck a baby into you. Well don’t worry I will” he said putting his hand under my mouth. “Spit don’t want you to get hurt” he demanded feeling myself spit in his hand. I see him in the mirror rubbing my saliva on his hard cock, he looked up and saw me staring at him in the mirror. He winked at me through it as his cock runs through my sensitive fold. He slowly slips in me groaning in pure pleasure as I groan from the burning stretch he gave me.

Tears running down my face making him laugh softly. “Is it too big for you” he smirked making him lay me on my back to see my every expression. He start thrusting in and out slowly making sure to not hurt me. As I get used to the feeling I start clenching around him from the pure pleasure. “F-fa-faster please faster baby” I cried out making him grab my hips and pound in and out of me. I feel my eyes roll at the back of my head feeling him hit that one spot deep inside I just found out about. “You look so good on my cock” he smiled before adding “I can’t wait to teach you how to ride me, just wait Mon cœur we’re not having no vanilla sex just you wait” He grin making me clench around his throbbing cock.

He sucked my nipple before he put his thumb in my aching clit making me gasp out loudly. He started rubbing it fast feeling my air leave my lungs in an instant. “Yeah there’s my good girl, so desperate and eager to be my little cock whore” He growled pounding harder and harder feeling my nails drag along his back hearing him growl in my ear. “Gosh baby don’t worry I’m gonna fill you up all the time to a point when your not full your gonna feel it still” He smirked making me scream out being so close over the edge. “Wanna cum huh baby” he smiled making me babbled nonsense. “Y-yes” I whined as he licked and sucked my neck marking me. “Cum baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock” he grumbled making my vision go black as I have the most mind blowing orgasm ever.

I feel liquid come out of me, trying to stop it but doesn’t work. I look at him in pure embarrassment as he smirks at me. He moves my hips chasing his orgasm, overstimulating me a bit. As he cums with a loud groan feeling the liquid come out of me again. He palms my clit fast moving side to side at an inhuman pace making the liquid come out in large amounts. “N-no more no more” I cried out begging him to stop from the pure sensitivity. He smiled as he licked up my abused pussy clean. “What the heck was that” I asked him hiding my face in his neck. “That was you squirting and Mon cœur I’m gonna make you do it all the time your gonna have none left in you” He smirked as he rubbed my hair softly out of my face.

“Thank you baby” I whispered in his neck rubbing his back a bit. “Thank you for what Joli” He smiled softly scratching my head. “Taking my virginity the best way possible” I grinned softly making him burst out laughing. “You are one of a kind Y/n L/n” He smiled kissing my head before we fall fast asleep in each others arms.

I know I said I didn’t crave it. But when you have a hot boyfriend who knows what he’s doing, you want it 24/7.

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★ : 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :: this was the story I thought I posted to someone but turns out my system was being dumb and it was in my queue. Kinda awkward anyways I hope you guys like it am I’m posting more soon so give me more requests please I’m begging 🙏. HOPE YOU ENJOYED

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freebreadmoon · 1 year ago

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is there anyway you can write a cute, fluffy little story for Walker Scobell?

YES OMG I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE BC I HAVE MIDTERMS

warnings: fluff, reader plays annabeth (i love leah dont come for me), no use of y/n, reader and walker aren’t dating but are obvi crushing

requests are open!!

You and Walker were filming a buzzfeed puppy interview, sitting in the middle of the floor.

Walker sat with his legs crisscrossed, smiling wide at the brown spotted dog that nuzzled his leg. “Is it on? Oh, hi, I’m Walker Scobell, and I play Percy Jackson.”

“Hi,” you introduced yourself, “I play Annabeth Chase,” you picked up the fluffy fured black one that was by your foot, “and your watching buzzfeed!” You put a thumbs up at the camera, earning a laugh from the boy beside you.

“Wait I wanted to say it, I’m literally the main character—“

“But I’m the best character. Walker, you can say it at Vanity Fair.” He rolled his eyes at you, smiling slightly.

“Okay, moving on! um…what’s the question? What was your favorite scene to film…um…oh thats a hard one. I’m gonna say…either the fight with the Ares kids in capture the flag, or falling out of the arch. The harness thing was annoying to put on, but the other parts were fun.” Walker was only half paying attention, preoccupied by the dogs.

“I think the tunnel of love scene, or the one where Annabeth pushes Percy in the water, ‘cause I got to push Walker really hard.” You glanced at him, watching the smile curl onto his face.

“Yeah. We did like 15 takes of that because she kept laughing.” Walker laughed, shaking his head. “Actually, she laughed a lot. We had to retake lots of stuff ‘cause of her, especially the tunnel of love scene. The boat flipped and she wouldn’t stop laughing.” He shifted closer to you, messing with the puppy you’re holding.

“Oh! the next question…what’s your opinion on each other? Um…walker is the best blonde dude ever i think. like he’s literally my kid i swear, and he was honestly the best choice for percy. i think he’s the reason i even got to be annabeth, im really greatful for him. Aryan is super sweet and cool, he’s my best best friend, we do the stupidest things together, and I can’t imagine a world we aren’t honorary siblings.” You scratched behind a puppy’s ear, letting it lick you.

“Well I was just gonna say you’re awesome but…I guess I think we make a great team on-screen as well as off-screen. She’s a true friend. If it weren't for her, I don't know what I'd do, y'know? She’s like my very own real life Annabeth." He glanced up at you subtly, wanting to gauge your reaction, smiling in victory when he noticed the red tint to your cheeks.

“The…the next one says, how do you feel about fan support? is it overwhelming? Well, my answer is yes, sometimes. Especially with people who are really like into the book to the point where they hated the casting over looks.” You had started to speak a lot quieter as Walker drifted closer, trying to get the puppy off your lap.

“I don’t think much of it.” Walker shurgs. “Only really the edits that I see anyway, those are fun.” He smiles encouragingly at you , finally meeting your eyes.

“…Yeah. The edits.” You smile at him, referring to the ship edits. You’d talked about it in multiple interviews, and you had a favorites folder for them on Tiktok. You raised an eyebrow at Walker, who continued to move closer until his head was on your lap, giggling softly and starting pet his hair like you did the puppys fur.

“Okay, last question…have there been any memorable moments on set? Um…probably when i first met her. I just got the feeling she was gonna be Annabeth, she gave me this ‘what is he doing?’ Look, and it just clicked.” He stayed with his head on your lap, turning so his head is on your stomach when puppies come and attack him with licks.

“They think you’re one of them!” You push him off a little so the puppies can get to him. “And my answer…um…I think when Walker gave me the piece of banana that was in my hair in the show. He kinda just tied it in and left my set trailer, and it stuck. So if you guys wondered what the weird blue fabric in Annabeth’s hair was, it was not in fact a design choice, it was a Percy choice.” You turn so the camera can see the small braid in your hair with the bandanna piece at the end.

“And Percy’s got one too, if you look hard enough.” He lifts one of his feet, showing the vans he wore during filming, and the flimsy piece of bandanna tied through his top shoe hole. You shake your head, laughing at his insistence in staying with his head in your lap.

While you layed on his bed, you scrolled through your fyp, stopping when you see the familiar scene of you two in the buzzfeed room, with his head in your lap. Nodding your head to the song in the edit as you scrolled through the comments.

“IRL percabeth?” He questioned from beside you. You looked at him, not realizing he had started paying attention to you, jumping to get your phone from him.

“No, I’m commenting! And reposting!” He laughed, rolling away from you. You got off the bed behind him, giving up taking the phone and blinking when he simply commented ‘real’.

“Well, so much for ‘it’ll blow over’.” You rolled your eyes, knowing the dating allegations will only get worse after this. Walker smiled triumphantly, waiting for the responses to come in.

taglist: @persassyxo @diorlorenzo @ilovewalkerscobell @paytonthereader @platypusbearrr @kissatelier @riptidelor

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #x reader #walker scobell #grover underwood #percy jackson x reader #walker scobell x reader

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heesimp · 7 months ago

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omg YES PLS WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THAT IDC HOW IMMORAL IT SOUNDS ILL EAT IT UP

don’t cheat obviously. but send me fictitious cheating scenarios 😋 the dirtier, nastier and more taboo, the better.

warnings: infidelity, creampie.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you, yeah.”

Sunghoon’s mouth attaches to your nipple and doesn’t stop his dick from pushing in and out of your wet, swollen pussy. His hair is a mess the more you rake your fingers through his strands to keep his head level with your breasts for him to suck on. The soft purple love bites around your nipples decorate your skin like artwork.

“What’s crazy is leaving your girlfriend alone just because I said I was horny.”

“You requested a second hotel key and gave it to me for a reason.” He pushes his cock until it’s buried so deep inside of your cunt and catches your body when you arch up into his, moving his face between your tits until they bounce against his face. “I know you want this just as much as I do.”

The blanket that attempted to conceal your dirty affair in has long since fallen off of Sunghoon’s back. With your legs spread impossibly wide and pussy wet and presented in front of him, it was hard to keep him from fucking into you as if his dick was a magnet being pulled into your body.

“I’ll never stop fucking your pussy,” Sunghoon promises when he puts your body down on the bed and resumes his deep, slow thrusts. “Doesn’t matter if my girlfriend’s around or not. You call me when you need to be fucked and I’ll do it for you.”

“You make me so wet.” Your desperate confession makes Sunghoon’s balls clench and he nips at your skin when he pulls one leg against his body to caress.

Your friends are all in their respective hotel rooms none the wiser, although neither of you really care if they found out. They all like you better than his girlfriend on the sheer principle that you’re their friend and she’s never made more than a single attempt to befriend them either. But even so, it’s not like Sunghoon would ever stop pining after you, girlfriend be damned. Even if that relationship was expected of him, and even if he had feelings for her for a brief period of time, none of that will ever compare to how he feels when he’s with you.

Sunghoon’s perfectly chiseled body stands in all of his glory when he picks up his body from yours. The sweat coating his skin makes him look like a Greek God and your pussy clenches around him, causing Sunghoon to look down at where the two of you connect. He flicks your clit with his thumb and you moan straight into the air as your body arches.

“Yeahhhh. What a good fucking pussy. So tight and perfect. It’s my favorite.”

Sunghoon bucks his hips faster and rubs your sensitive nub harshly. It makes you cum immediately. “Fuck me, Hoonie! Fuck me, fuck me!”

The bed squeaks loudly beneath the two of you as his hips jolt the springs below and the sound of the wooden headboard banging the walls feels like something straight out of a porn scene. Sunghoon imagines what might happen if his girlfriend were to walk in on him fucking you with such passion and determination to make you cum as many times as you possibly can, and the thought of her standing in the doorway as he pounds into your tight hole brings him closer to the edge.

“I’d make her watch,” he says as he breaks the silence. He keeps his vigorous pace. “I’d fuck your pussy full of my cum but all she’d do is watch me do it.”

“Yes, fuck!”

“Shit—here it comes.”

Sunghoon pulls himself out until only his tip remains and watches the way his dick pulses as his cum exits his body, pumping you with everything he has to offer. It seeps from around him the more he releases and he can’t help but admire the beautiful mess the two of you have created between your bodies.

He pulls out when he’s finished, squeezing the last few droplets right over your creamy folds before letting his balls rest against them. They’re so warm and smooth on top of your clit and the way he continues to jerk his cock despite finishing makes them bounce deliciously against your pussy.

#enhypen smut #sunghoon smut #enha hard thoughts #enhypen hard thoughts #sunghoon

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genieswishes · 3 months ago

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call out my name ft. Gideon Gemstone

MDNI 18+

pairing: Gideon Gemstone x Reader

cw: voyeurism, masturbation (from both), pwp, bbf!Gideon Gemstone, general loser behavior, references to religious figures, reader has an older brother, both characters are older than 18

a/n: it’s gonna be awhile before I finish with this guy ;p already have a fic idea with him,, let’s see how long it takes me to actually write it though. title from The Weeknd.

He’s being a pervert. GIDEON GEMSTONE is being a big pervert. He should be covering his eyes, or averting them, or- god, just anything other than watching your back as you drag yourself over your pillow. He recognizes that he’s being a creep, that if you opened your door fully, he wouldn’t be able to hide the reason why his pants are so tight.

And he’s trying. You don’t get it; he’s trying so hard to move his feet. But you’re making it so hard for him to turn away from your door; the soft whines that catch at your throat, your wetness slowly seeping through the cotton, the way your brows furrow like you need something stronger. Like you need him.

So understand that it makes perfect sense as to why he’s leaning against the door frame with his hands palming at his erection, when he should really be going to the bathroom like he told your brother.

It’s everything but his fault when he has his hands down his jeans, lightly stroking at his hard-on because who could ever resist watching the scene you’re putting on? Gray tee with matching undies, back arched with your hands splayed flat in front. God truly has favorites.

“-deon!” and Gideon is suddenly picking up on your words. Do you know he’s there? Are you saying his name?

“Mhm! Dion!” which he should’ve realized that you would be calling out for North Charleston’s perfect boytoy, Dion Woodward. Dion who talks more shit than he can handle. Dion whose horrible personality is made up for by his great (debatable) looks. Dion who, despite all his transgressions, actually had the balls to ask you out. But Gideon likes to combat this thought with the fact that his parents are nonbelievers, thus his chances with the Heavenly Father are shot.

Still, shame coils in his stomach over the fact that he thought you would even think about him. It doesn’t help that the guilt he feels around peeping on you only intensifies how he’s reacting, especially when he’s trying so hard to keep his breathing steady. Jesus is shaking his head in disappointment, and Gideon knows that.

“Uh, uh, please!” ugh, you’re whining too? He’s slouching against the nook of your bedroom wall for support, absolutely imagining you on top of him. With just his back supporting him, he’s got his head lowered a bit, eyes still trained on you. He can only fantasize about how tight you’d be around him, and how you’d bounce, and that if his hand feels this good when he thinks about you, then you have to be heaven. Sorry God.

“Please! Dion!” Gideon.

“Dion!” Gideon.

“Ugh! Gi-” deon… huh?

He shoots his head up a little too quick, banging himself against his only support. And like a doofus, he brings attention to himself. You’re quick to turn your head, and he’s sure you caught a glimpse of him shuffling out towards the main stairs.

Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkk…

“Dude, what the hell took you so long? We’re about to be late for the youth ministry!” Your brother’s grilling Gideon, but that’s the last thing on his mind. He’s already halfway down the stairs, belt buckled, and gunning for the front door.

Your brother reaches out his hand, stopping him any further before saying, “Your fly.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.”

“And why are your pants wet?”

“Just unlock the car!”

#fanfiction #fem reader #gw: drabble #gideon gemstone x reader #the righteous gemstones #gideon gemstone #skyler gisondo #smut

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edamameimei · 4 months ago

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i was very close (daniela avanzini x reader)

"i have a feeling you got everything you wanted and you're not wasting time stuck here like me."

synopsis: after receiving a phone call from you out of the blue, daniela gets a feeling that you arent okay. feat: winter from aespa, soobin and yeonjun from txt tags: so much angst i'm sorry. it's kind of a happy ending if you squint? this is part two of everything you wanted so if u haven't read that one, pls do! childhood bestfriends au. an: just want to put out there that this is not a REAL portrayal of the people mentioned in this fic. all events are fictional and are for entertainment purposes only. CW: character death, kissing, a lil suggestive scene in the middle so mdni, swearing wc: 3947 words

⏯ now playing: we hug now - sydney rose

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

The silence is painful. It almost tears Daniela apart. Your friends on the other end of the phone look at each other with wide eyes. The worry in Daniela’s voice overwhelms them because they aren’t you. It will never be you again on the other side of this phone.

“Y/n?”

“Y/n!”

You pick your head up from the table, startled. You look up to see Daniela looking at you with a worried expression. You smile sleepily, covering her hand with your own. You squeeze it trying to ease her worries. You yawn, shaking your head. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t get much sleep last night…” Daniela frowns at your words, placing a hand on your back and rubs it gently. She knows how often you study. It’s what you’re always doing when you’re not spending time with her. It worries Daniela, especially around the time of final exams. You work yourself to death sometimes and she wishes you wouldn’t be so hard on yourself.

But with your parents, she knows it’s impossible.

Daniela has only met your parents three or four times since meeting you in 7th grade. Now, she’s a junior in high school, and even though she has had minimal interaction with your parents, she has decided to dislike them strongly. When they would call you in the middle of your hangouts, Daniela would hear them say awful things to you—things you should never say to your own child. After the phone call ends, you would sit there, regaining your composure. You would look at Daniela and smile as if nothing happened.

But Daniela always saw right through you.

She leans down and kisses the top of your head, running her hand through your hair. “Wanna come over? My mom is making your favorite…” You light up at her words, immediately sitting up. Your excitement causes the Latina to giggle, extending her hands to you. You grab them, allowing her to pull you up from your seat. When you’re on your feet, you lean in, kissing her sweetly. She smiles into the kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck.

She pulls away, resting her forehead against yours. She teases, “I wish you were that excited about hanging out with me.” You roll your eyes at her frown, pecking her lips to remove it. You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her close, smiling widely. You whisper, “I am always excited about hanging out with you, sunshine.”

Since Daniela received that phone call from you, she hasn’t been able to think about anything else.

You remained silent on the other end and it worried Daniela. There was a pit in her stomach, sensing something was wrong. It had been years since her last conversation with you, and suddenly you were calling? Her worries worsened when you abruptly hung up, not saying a word. She stared at her phone and debated calling you back but decided against it. She told herself you must have called her by accident.

It has been three days since that call and Daniela feels like she’s going crazy.

Her members have noticed her lack of focus during practice. It has come to a point where their choreographer tells Daniela to take a break, that if she can’t leave her personal life outside the practice room, then don’t come at all. She feels terrible for not being able to bring her best, but she can’t ignore the festering anxiety she gets every time she thinks about the possibility of you not being okay. She lies in bed, staring at her phone, willing it to light up with your name. She stares at it until she falls asleep, only to be woken up by Manon an hour later. She turns over, looking up to see Manon staring at her with concern in her eyes. She sits down on Daniela’s bed, rubbing her back comfortingly. “What’s going on, Dani?”

Daniela looks away, biting her lip. She debates if she should confide in her members about her current mental battle. They were there during the difficult period where the Latina wasn’t sure about the future of her relationship with you. They were on the other side of the door while she made the phone call, witnessing the hardest day for Daniela during their pre-debut era. But, the thought of talking about you again made her chest squeeze uncomfortably. She told herself that those days with you were over. You both were living completely different lives, becoming completely different people. She assumes you’re still on your path to become a doctor, to become something like your parents but better.

But every once in a while, she will see your favorite flowers start blooming during the spring time. She’ll play your favorite song from high school during warm-ups. Sometimes, she’ll wear your Emory sweater to bed (but she reasons it’s because she had no other comfy sweaters). In her dreams some nights, you two meet for coffee. You’d tell her about college, how you’re struggling to study for the MCAT, and how ever since you two stopped talking, you haven’t been able to fall in love with anyone else. She’d tell you about her debut, how it’s everything she has ever dreamed about. She’d ask you if you’re proud, if she’s been doing well.

That’s when she wakes up, never getting her answer.

She looks at Manon, her eyes full of sadness. Her voice breaks as she whispers, “Y/n called me three days ago and I am literally crashing the fuck out over it.”

You lay in Daniela’s bed, reading another chapter from your textbook. She sits next to you typing away on her laptop. You look over, glancing at what she’s working on. Daniela is once again researching entertainment agencies and researching auditions around the country. You watch Daniela’s face fall every time she checks her emails, not getting responses from previous companies. You know how important this is to the younger girl. You’ve been with her through all the auditions, you’d help her film every one of her dance videos that she had to submit. But she has yet to get anything positive back.

You can tell a part of her is wanting to give up.

She sighs, closing her laptop. She lays down next to you, placing her head on your chest. She reaches over and grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together. You bring her hand up to your lips, kissing it softly. You murmur against her skin, “Anywhere would be lucky to have you.” She smiles, looking up at you. “You’re just saying that.” You scoff at her words. You let go of her hand and wrap your arms around her, kissing her forehead. “I’m saying it because it’s true. I’ve seen what you can do and I know you’re gonna make it big one day…”

Daniela stays silent at your words, only hugging your body tightly. She listens to your heartbeat as if it were her favorite sound. Your laugh coming at a close second. Daniela closes her eyes, feeling comfort in your presence. Sometimes she wishes you weren’t so far away. Being a senior wasn’t all that bad– she had nothing to complain about. But ever since you went away to go to Emory, the Latina couldn’t help but feel a bit lost when she wanders the halls. She has gotten used to having her hand in yours, complaining about mundane things. Her eyes always search for you in the bleachers during practice, a habit she has formed after all these years that she seemingly can’t shake away.

Daniela sits up suddenly and your eyes widen, worried she may have become upset. However, she gets on top of you, straddling your waist. She places her hands on your shoulders and leans closer to your face, her lips inches away. The Latina looks deeply into your eyes and you almost look away, feeling shy. However, you hold her gaze, cupping her cheeks with your hands. You whisper, “I love you.” Her breath hitches at your words. You both have said those words to each other a million times by now, but this felt different. It made Daniela feel she was exactly where she needed to be.

She kisses you like her life depended on it. Her hold on your shoulders tightens as she deepens the kiss, needing to show you– prove to you, that none of those other things matter. The only thing she wants more in this world is to be seen by you, to be loved by you. She wants you to know you belong to her and she belongs to you. It’s as if you read her mind because your hands move from her cheeks. She shivers as she feels your fingertips slide down her arms. Your hands slide under her shirt and she feels their warmth on her bare skin. She pulls away and looks at you, her eyes full of need.

She whispers, breathless, “I love you too.”

The girls get deja vu when they stand outside Manon and Daniela’s room, waiting for Daniela to finish calling you. After revealing what happened, Daniela finds herself being comforted by her members. They knew how much Daniela loved you and wanted more than anything for the girl to find a way to make the relationship work. However, Dream Academy quickly consumed their lives. They had to make sacrifices of their own, but it certainly wasn’t to the same degree as Daniela’s.

Inside the room, Daniela sits on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone. It’s Lara who convinces her to take the leap of faith. The younger girl tells her to follow her heart– if her instincts tell her to reach out, she should listen. The Latina takes a deep breath, pressing the ‘call’ button on your name. She lets it ring, hoping you’ll pick up eventually. However, she gets nothing. The silence in her room comes back uncomfortably.

She feels tears beginning to brim her eyes as she attempts to call again. The need to hear your voice became stronger with every ring. When it goes to voicemail again, Daniela doesn’t wait another second before trying again. She doesn’t care how desperate she seems. She just wants to make sure you’re at least okay. She wants to know you’re doing well. She wants to know all the things she has missed out on.

Finally, she gets an answer after her fifth attempt. She wipes her eyes, her voice breaking as she speaks, “Y/n. I’m sorry. I know this is really stupid but–”

“This isn’t Y/n.” Daniela freezes when she hears the unfamiliar voice on the other end. She looks at her phone screen to see if she called the right person. She brings it back to her ear, her brows furrowing. “But… This is Y/n’s number, right?” There’s a brief silence on the other end. Daniela hears the person sigh, responding, “Yeah… It is.”

Daniela feels her stomach drop. She wonders if the person she was talking to was a new partner. She feels her lip trembling when she thinks about you falling in love with someone else. Daniela knows she shouldn’t be upset if that were the case, considering she broke up with you. But it still hurts. She thinks about ending the call before she makes a complete fool of herself. However, the person speaks again, their voice shaking slightly, “This is Daniela, right?” The Latina bites her lip. She doesn’t know who she’s talking to and doesn’t know what their relationship is with you. However, any rational thoughts leave her mind as she answers quickly, “Yeah. That’s me.”

The person takes a deep breath, obviously struggling to find a response. “Y/n… They got into a really bad accident a few weeks ago and—“ The pit in Daniela’s stomach grows as she sits up, gripping her phone. She cuts them off, “Are you serious? Are they okay?” The person doesn’t respond, remaining silent after hearing her question. Daniela shuts her eyes as she repeats herself, her voice cracking, “They’re okay, right? Tell me they’re okay.” Tears stream down her cheeks as she shakes her head frantically. She doesn’t get a response once more and it angers her. She yells into her phone, “Answer me!” Her knuckles turn white around her device as the seconds pass.

Finally, she gets a response, their voice quiet. “I’m sorry Daniela… They’re gone.”

When Daniela finally debuts, she thinks about calling you.

After hearing the results, and the celebrations were over, she walked outside the building. She pulls out her phone, unlocking it. The first thing she sees is Instagram and her breath catches in her throat when the post at the top of her page is yours from earlier today. It was a slideshow summarizing your fall semester through photos. Her hands shake as she scrolls through them. She sees people she doesn’t recognize, smiling with you. There’s a picture of you working in some sort of lab, safety goggles on as you make a silly face at the camera. It makes Daniela laugh through the tears she hadn’t realized were falling.

She laughs because it’s ironic. The universe had you two meet only to separate. She feels so fucking bitter because how dare the Earth keep spinning after you two broke up? She expected the whole world to end at this point. But life does keep moving, even if it’s without you.

She pockets her phone, walking back inside the building.

katseyeworld: Hello, this is HYBE X GEFFEN. Due to a personal emergency, Daniela Avanzini of KATSEYE will take a break from group activities until further notice.

You sit in the passenger seat of Winter’s car, scrolling through your phone. You listen as she continues skipping songs on her playlist, chuckling after the tenth one. “Win, just pick one already.” She groans in response, trying to keep her eyes on the road. She has one hand on the steering wheel and the other holds her phone, shuffling through her Spotify. She lights up at one of the songs, finally setting her phone back in her lap. She reaches over, turning up the volume. “Wait. I just got into this group last night. They’re so good and they’re actually so gorgeous.”

You tune in, familiar with the song. You can’t help the soft smile that forms on your lips as you look out the window. Winter glances at you and speaks excitedly, “Their name is Katseye!”

You daydream, leaning your head against the glass.

“Yeah. I know.”

Daniela sits at your kitchen table in your apartment while your friends sit with her.

It’s weird. Being in your apartment for the first time and not seeing you.

When Daniela first came in, she looked around, trying to wrap her head around the situation. She looked at all the pictures on your walls, noticing most of them were of you and the three friends that quietly stood by. Her fingers slid over the spines of the books lined on your shelf and smiled when she saw one she gifted to you before you went to Emory. Without thinking, she pulled it out, opening it slowly. She bit her lip when she saw her handwriting on the first page.

‘First medical book of the many you’re going to read for the next four years! I am so proud of you, Y/n. I am so lucky to be yours. I hope Emory treats you well, but not that well, you’re stuck with me forever <3 - your Sunshine’

Daniela let out a shaky breath, closing the book before putting it back in its spot.

Now at the table, Yeonjun holds your box full of memories with Daniela. He slowly pushes it toward the girl, smiling sadly. “I think they would be happy with you having this…” She nods, thanking him as she brings the box closer to her. She looks at the lock on it, her brows furrowing in confusion. Winter quickly says, “The combination is 0701.” Daniela widens her eyes, putting the numbers in. She watches it unlock and her lip begins to tremble. She whispers, “That’s my birthday…” Soobin’s eyes soften at her words. He begins to realize just how important Daniela was to you. He internally berates himself because neither him nor the others had a fucking clue. You were always a private person, but this was a secret they never expected.

They watch as Daniela opens the box. She peers inside and the first thing she spots is the envelope with the two tickets. Your friends hold their breath as they watch her open it. Their hearts begin to ache when they see her cover her mouth, tears forming in her eyes at her discovery. Daniela wasn’t just important to you, you were also important to her.

Yeonjun looks down at his lap. He says quietly, “We didn’t know you two were together.” Daniela looks up from the tickets, her eyes glisten with tears as she looks at Yeonjun. The boy continues, “But we did know they hated their life here. They always talked about moving to Los Angeles and how everything was there.” Winter turns to Daniela and places her hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. She continues for Yeonjun, “And we never knew what they were talking about… Until we opened the box.” Soobin nods in agreement, smiling at Daniela. The Latina looks at him and notices tears in his eyes. Soobin whispers, “We found out they were talking about you. You were everything.”

Daniela processes their words, her tears now freely falling. She shakes her head. “But. I hurt them so fucking bad. How does that even make sense?” Winter takes her hand off Daniela’s shoulder, looking down to dig in her pocket. She pulls out an envelope and hands it to the Latina. “We found this at the very bottom of the box… It’s addressed to you. Maybe that can give you some answers.” Daniela takes it, her hands shaking as she opens it. She pulls out the letter and takes a deep breath, preparing herself for the worst.

The letter reads:

Dear sunshine,

When we first met, I only had one goal– to make my parents proud. To follow in their footsteps, be the best god damned doctor this world ever saw. But, after getting to know you and seeing your passion, I realized there’s more to life than being what your parents expect you to be. For the first time, I felt like my own person. You made my life so exciting. You saw through the walls I built for myself and effortlessly took them down. And even after you saw me for who I truly was, you stayed. You stayed and loved me nonetheless.

In the last letter you ever sent to me, you wrote how you had your dreams and I had mine. And you’re right. I do have my dreams. It’s not what you think though.

You are the dream. To be loved by you. To be seen by you. I don’t care about medical school, my parents, becoming a doctor. None of that matters to me. Loving you is the one real thing I feel good at. Sometimes, on my way home from my internship, I imagine I’m coming home to you. I think about you lying on the couch, asleep because you waited for me all day. I daydream often about meeting you again, bumping into you on a random busy street, and we pick up where we left off.

I want to be with you, that’s how much I know. I wanted to be with you when I was a junior in high school. I wanted to be with you when I first went to Emory. I wanted to be with you even after we broke up. And I still want to be with you, even after all this time. I feel it in my bones that it’s meant to be us, it just feels right. It makes sense. And that’s why I decided to pack up my bags and move to Los Angeles. I am meant to be wherever you are. I am a fucking genius and I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.

I am so proud of you, Sunshine. You did so well. You always do so well.

Believe it or not, I watched every single one of your performances on Dream Academy– I voted for you, don’t worry. I saw the live finale and wasn’t surprised when they called your name. I bought so many copies of your first album, there’s a stack somewhere in my closet. I saw it all, even if you couldn’t see me physically there, I was. And I just couldn’t believe how lucky I was to love you the way I did– the way I still do.

So, like any other great essay or letter, I’ll end it with a quote I saw on the breakup side of TikTok. It said, “Have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted?” “No, but once I was very close.””

So, here I am. And this time, I won’t just be close. I’ll have it.

I hope you’re willing to give this another shot because I’m ready. I’m ready when you are.

I love you. I will always love you.

Yours forever, Y/n.

Daniela covers her mouth, attempting to stifle her sob. Your friends immediately go over to her, wrapping their arms around her as she cries.

At last, she got her answer. She did well. And you loved her through it all.

In another universe, you get on that plane. You do get everything you ever wanted.

A couple of days pass in this universe, and Daniela sits quietly on the bleachers you sat on so many times just to see her. She rereads your note and imagines you’re reading it to her, holding her in your arms. She imagines a life where she comes home to you every single night. She thinks about you dancing around the kitchen under the big light. You call her sunshine because that’s how you always saw her, despite the changing seasons.

Maybe in another universe, it’s not you who tutors her. Maybe, you two never met at all.

But in this universe, Daniela couldn’t imagine a world where she wouldn’t meet you. She likes to think that in every galaxy, in every life, she would meet you and fall in love all over again. She would do it all over again, even with the same results.

There’s a universe where you’re alive. And happy. And that’s all there is to it.

Daniela wipes her tears, smiling softly. She looks up, the sun shining down on her. You loved her well. And she is grateful to know that even after you’ve passed, your love never changed, never diminished. Despite losing you twice, she knows you’re still here. Everywhere she goes, you will be there. You’ll be the rain on her skin, the wind that blows through her hair, the flowers she passes by on her walks. She will hear your laugh in crowds of people and she will always look for you amongst them. She will imagine you standing there after a performance, smiling at her, silently telling her that she did well. Like you always did. And what you will always do.

She closes her eyes and lets the sun kiss her skin.

She whispers, “You did well too, sunshine.”

an: so sorry i couldnt be there to hold ur hands while you read this one LOL but hopefully u liked it despite! i am thinking about writing a part 3 where it's like held in the 'other universe' (u know, where the reader didnt die) but if people want it, it probs wont come as quickly as this did bc i want to work on another megan fic!!!! anywho, lmk what u think and thanks for reading!!!!!

requests are open

#katseye x reader #katseye imagines #megan skiendiel #daniela avanzini #manon bannerman #lara raj #sophia laforteza #jeong yoonchae #katseye #daniela avanzini x reader

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jetpackgeneratedcat · 8 months ago

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It took literal months, but I finished it!!

Top left: linked universe logo

The jojo's lu logo is sooooo detailed. It is one of the things I love about Jojo's asethetic with linked universe. The detail she adds brings so much life and information about the world of Linked Universe. Great example is all the embroidery on the chain's clothing. Let's you know about civilization, that an item may be magical, etc. It is difficult to keep small details in watercolor, but I think I caught most of the main details in the painting.

Middle left: Soulful legend

This was the fourth of the images I did for the painting, and the first image I really started to get into the painting. I think legend is my favorite to paint because he makes composition so easy. The red tunic adds an easy focal point. I did learn from this that I do not like masking fluid and likely won't use it again. It added to many hard edges that I wasn't intending. Very happy with the sky!

Bottom left: Evening snack

In this image, I liked the idea that wind and sky don't know what Ramen is because their worlds don't have enough space to produce wheat. So sky and wind are super excited about this new food, while legend has no idea why they are so hyped for noodles. I also liked the idea that four found a green pepper in the ramen as a topping and is a hater (this is from a note that jojo left somewhere saying that the chain will eat anything but four in the Manga does not like green peppers, idk where this note is to link it though....). I didn't end up drawing the Ramen noodles as it was just getting too small of a scale for me to be comfortable drawing the thin lines for the noodles in.

Bottom right: Testudo

I am very hyped in the future when we see more collaborative fighting with the chain and them working together effectively. I absolutely love the scene in shifting shadows part 3 where lenged and hyrule work together with the beam and hookshot.

Middle: Legends storage

This is a reference to one of jojo's earliest works where the chain goes to legends storage for him to pick up some gear. I love that scene and I tried to put as many references as I could. The one thing I need to figure out is how I want twilight to look. I can't wrap my head around it. Need to sit down and just try out a bunch of different faces for him. My Pinterest inspo for twilight is all over the place. I want twilight to look different from time because when Malon was trying to guess who was the descendent, she did not consider twilight (she looked at wars and wind (so I typically draw time, wind, and wars looking similar). For my own personal headcannon, twilight and time are very similar in their manner (the way the walk, stand, etc) and personality (their stubbornness (as seen in sunset pt3)) but not necessarily in looks.

Middle right: Boat boys

The first image I did. I like how the water turned out, but I will not be using masking fluid for the same reasons I noted earlier. I did trace the boat (i think this is the reference [L240632 Hornet Class. J. Arthur Dixon Ltd. Beken and Son]). I do regret not doing anything creative with the boat, but I just wanted to get into painting and needed some confidence by working directly from a reference. I also forgot that legend might not be so keen to be on a boat again based on a comment jojo left in 2022 or something. I think she mentioned something in a discord event back then about legend not too willing to be on a boat again. But that doesn't really matter, I put that boy in a boat whether he likes it or not lol.

Top right: Winter storm

Second image I did for this painting. I did trace most of the horse because I do not care to learn horse anatomy (ref. [Winter Save By David Stoecklein]) Favorite part about this is the lighting on the rope from the lantern. I think it turn out well.

Top middle: Heavy armour

Third image I did for the painting and the one I realized I need to spend more time painting people in neutral or back lite lighting. But for my first time I think it is good. I really want to see what jojo does with the armour sets! I like the idea that war's armour is clean and pristine while wild's armour is rusted and beaten from the calamity. In this painting I played with adding pink to the golden armour and I liked it. In the middle picture of the collage (legends storage), you can see i added pink to time's armour.

That's everything! ❤️

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itwillbethescarletwitch · 26 days ago

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I Need You

bob floyd x fem!reader

Smut😙

The sun had barely started to set when I rolled into town, and the sky was this ridiculous kind of pink—like something out of a postcard. Pretty, sure, but it didn’t make the knots in my stomach untangle any faster.

New job, new town, new apartment that still smelled like fresh paint and emptiness. This was supposed to be a good thing—a fresh start, a new chapter, all those cliches people tell you when you do something crazy like pack up your whole life and move somewhere you’ve never been before.

Except now that I was here, standing in my new place surrounded by half-unpacked boxes and the hum of the fridge kicking on, it hit me: I didn’t know a soul in this town.

Which was probably how I found myself standing outside a bar called The Hard Deck about two hours later, trying to talk myself into walking through the door.

The music inside was loud, the sound of laughter spilling out every time someone opened the door. A group of guys in flight suits burst out, one of them tossing his head back with a full-belly laugh, and for a second, I almost turned around.

But then I thought—nope. Not tonight. You didn’t come here to sit at home and be boring.

So I pushed the door open.

It was like walking straight into the heart of the town—music pumping, glasses clinking, people everywhere. Pilots in their khaki flightsuits, locals in jeans and t-shirts, and a bartender who looked like he could win a flipping contest with the way he tossed bottles in the air.

I tried to play it cool as I made my way to the bar, ordered a drink, and leaned back on the counter like I totally belonged here.

And that’s when I felt it—the eyes.

A lot of them.

“New in town?”

I turned to find a tall guy in a flight suit, blond hair slicked back, a grin that screamed trouble. His name patch said Seresin, but I didn’t need to read it to know this was the guy who knew he was hot and wasn’t shy about it.

Before I could answer, another voice cut in. “Don’t let Hangman here scare you off.”

I glanced over and saw another pilot—dark curls, mustache, easy grin. His patch read Bradshaw.

Rooster, I remembered.

Before I knew it, there was a whole circle of them—Hangman, Rooster, Fanboy, Payback. All throwing out jokes, asking where I was from, what I was doing here, what I thought of the town so far.

I played along, laughing at their stories, teasing them back when they tried to one-up each other. They were fun, sure, but there was this edge to it—like they were waiting for me to pick someone.

And honestly? I wasn’t feeling it.

I was in the middle of telling Payback that, no, I wasn’t impressed by Hangman’s offer to show me his “favorite flight maneuvers,” when I caught sight of him.

Over by the pool table.

Quiet. Focused. Glasses slipping down his nose as he leaned over to line up a shot, completely unaware of the scene playing out just a few feet away.

He was different. Not performing, not watching, not trying to be the loudest guy in the room.

Just… there.

I found myself staring, a little longer than I probably should’ve.

“Hey, Earth to Y/N.” Rooster’s voice snapped me back, and I realized they were all watching me now, following my gaze.

But I just shrugged, turned back to my drink, and let a little smile tug at the corner of my mouth.

Because for the first time all night, I was actually curious.

Who was that guy by the pool table?

Hangman was relentless.

He leaned in close, his cologne heavy in the air, voice dropping into that low, smooth register I’m sure had worked a hundred times before. His arm casually rested on the bar behind me, caging me in, like he already had me figured out—like it was just a matter of time before I was nodding along to whatever plan he had for the rest of the night.

“So, how about we get out of here?” he was saying, his grin all teeth, the kind of smirk that said he thought he’d already won.

I barely heard him.

Because the whole time, while Jake was throwing out his best lines, my gaze kept drifting.

Back to the pool table.

To the quiet guy with the glasses, standing just outside the glow of the bar lights.

He was focused, head down, lining up a shot like none of this chaos around him even existed. He wasn’t watching me. He wasn’t trying.

And that was exactly why I couldn’t stop watching him.

Something settled in my chest—this sudden, sharp clarity.

I wasn’t here for games.

I wasn’t here to be circled like prey by a pack of pilots who thought I was some kind of prize to be won.

I was here because I wanted to be. And I wanted to know who that guy at the pool table was.

So I didn’t answer Jake.

I didn’t even look at him.

I just set my drink down, stood up, and walked—past Hangman, past Rooster and the rest of the squad, past the noise and the heat and the pressure.

Straight to him

He was mid-shot when I stopped a few feet away, and I waited quietly as the cue ball clicked against the striped ten and sent it rolling into the corner pocket.

He glanced up, like he felt me watching, and when our eyes met, something flickered across his face—surprise, maybe. Or just… confusion, like he couldn’t quite figure out why I was standing there.

I smiled, soft but sure, and tilted my head toward his cue stick.

“Need a partner?” I asked, voice light and easy.

Behind me, I could feel the weight of the bar’s attention, the tension like a live wire—but Bob?

He just blinked at me, caught off guard, his hand tightening slightly on the cue like he wasn’t sure what to do with it.

“Uh… sure?” he said, voice a little rough, a little breathless.

I grinned wider and stepped up to the table, already reaching for a cue of my own.

Jake Seresin was probably still standing there with his mouth open.

Let him.

Bob stepped back as I reached for a cue, giving me space without saying a word. It was a little thing, but it struck me—that quiet awareness, that instinct to move aside like he didn’t want to crowd me.

I chalked the tip of the stick, watching him out of the corner of my eye. He was still looking at me, his expression a mix of curiosity and something almost like… disbelief? Like he couldn’t quite figure out why I was standing here, why I wasn’t back at the bar with the guys who were actually trying to get my attention.

I leaned in to take my shot, lining it up slowly. The cue stick felt a little unfamiliar in my hands, but I wasn’t really trying to win—I just liked the way he was watching me now, the way his gaze lingered but didn’t press.

The ball clacked into another, sending it rolling toward the pocket, and I grinned when it barely missed.

“Not bad for a first try,” Bob said, his voice warm and quiet. There was the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, like maybe he was trying not to seem too impressed.

I straightened, meeting his eyes, and tilted my head with a grin.

“First try tonight,” I teased.

That got a real smile out of him, quick and a little shy, like it surprised him too. His cheeks pinked up just a little, and it was ridiculously charming.

“I’m Bob,” he offered, almost like he felt he had to, even though I’d already seen his name patch.

“I know.”

His eyebrows ticked up, and I realized it might’ve sounded like I’d been watching him, so I added quickly, “I overheard one of the guys say it.”

That didn’t make it sound any less like I’d been paying attention to him. But honestly? I wasn’t going to pretend I hadn’t been watching.

“Y/N,” I said, extending my hand.

Bob looked at it like it was a surprise, like he hadn’t expected me to offer. Then he smiled, small and genuine, and shook it. His grip was firm, his hand warm, and I felt this little buzz of something zip up my arm, settling low in my stomach.

“So, Bob,” I said, picking up my cue again. “You always spend your nights off beating people at pool, or is that just for special occasions?”

His smile deepened—barely—and he shrugged, looking a little sheepish.

“Not really my thing, the whole… scene.”

I glanced back toward the bar, where Hangman was very clearly still watching us, arms crossed, eyebrows raised like he couldn’t believe I’d actually walked away from him.

The corner of my mouth lifted.

“Yeah,” I said, turning back to Bob. “Me neither.”

His eyes met mine, something soft and maybe a little uncertain in them, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with the fact that I was standing here, talking to him, instead of the loud, flashy pilots back at the bar.

And me?

I felt steady. Sure.

This wasn’t about games or showing off or winning some unspoken competition.

This was just… Bob.

And maybe—just maybe—that was exactly what I’d been looking for all along.

I watched Bob line up his next shot, the way his brow furrowed slightly, the way his hands moved with practiced ease. His focus was different from the rest of the bar—like the noise and the attention didn’t touch him at all.

And maybe that was what drew me in the most.

He made his shot, sending a striped ball into the side pocket, then straightened, glancing at me almost shyly.

“You wanna take the next one?” he asked, holding out the cue.

I hesitated, then smiled and stepped closer. His hand brushed against mine as I took the stick, and it was such a light, accidental touch—but it sent this spark through me, a little jolt that had me blinking fast and biting back a grin.

Bob noticed, too. His ears flushed pink, and he ducked his head a little like he could hide it.

I stepped up to the table, but he stayed where he was, just a breath behind me. I could feel the warmth of him, his presence steady but not overwhelming, and it did something weird to my chest—made my heart beat a little faster, made me want to lean back just a little, just to see if he’d stay close.

“Here,” he said, voice low, and I realized he was right there, pointing toward the cue ball. “If you aim just a little to the left, you can sink the four into the corner pocket.”

His hand hovered near mine, not quite touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat of him.

I glanced up at him, and for a second, it was like the whole bar melted away. The music, the laughter, the clinking glasses—all of it blurred into the background, and it was just… Bob.

Soft eyes, that small, almost uncertain smile, the slight flush high on his cheeks like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

Neither could I, honestly.

I lined up the shot, hands steady, but before I could pull back, Bob’s voice came again, so quiet I barely heard it over the music.

“Just… let your shoulders relax a little. Don’t overthink it.”

I exhaled slowly, letting the tension slip out of me.

And when I took the shot, the ball sank cleanly into the pocket with a satisfying crack.

A grin spread across my face, and I turned to him, beaming.

“Nice,” Bob said, a little breathless, like maybe he was just as surprised as I was.

Before I could say anything, I caught a flicker of movement behind him—Jake, standing at the bar, watching us like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Rooster was there too, eyebrows raised, a slow grin spreading across his face like he knew exactly what was happening.

I felt a flush creep up my neck, but I didn’t look away from Bob.

He was still watching me, his smile soft and real, and I had this sudden, sharp feeling in my chest—like maybe I’d just stumbled into something that could be more.

Something good.

Something real.

Bob scratched the back of his neck, eyes flicking down shyly before meeting mine again.

“You, uh… want another drink?” he asked, voice a little awkward, like he wasn’t sure if he was overstepping.

I smiled, tilting my head.

“Only if I get to buy you one this time.”

The look on his face—surprised, a little flustered, but definitely pleased—was worth every second of this night.

Behind me, I could still feel the guys watching, probably with all kinds of theories and running bets.

Let them wonder.

I wasn’t here for them.

I was here for Bob.

I caught Bob’s surprised smile as we moved toward the bar, and I swear the guys clocked it in an instant. The shift was subtle, but you could feel it—the way Rooster’s eyebrows shot up, the slow grin tugging at Fanboy’s mouth, the half-smirk that crept onto Hangman’s face like he was dying to make a comment.

But to their credit, they didn’t say anything… yet.

Bob followed a step behind me, his hands in his pockets like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with them, and it was so endearing I felt my cheeks warm.

When we reached the bar, I ordered two beers—one for me, one for Bob—and slid it toward him.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice a little quieter than before. He rubbed the back of his neck, the tips of his ears tinged pink, and I realized I liked that about him. That softness. That almost bashful vibe that made it feel like I wasn’t just another girl in a bar to him.

We settled into a pair of barstools, shoulders angled toward each other, and for a second, it was almost like we were in our own little world.

“Do you come here a lot?” I asked, taking a sip of my drink.

Bob shook his head, eyes dropping to his glass like it was the most interesting thing in the room.

“Not really,” he admitted. “It’s… not really my scene.”

“Yeah?” I teased, nudging him gently with my elbow. “You don’t seem like the karaoke type.”

That got a real laugh out of him—quiet, but it lit up his whole face, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Not unless you want to hear a tragic rendition of Piano Man,” he said, and the way he said it—self-deprecating but warm—made my heart stutter a little.

I was about to respond when I heard the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat dramatically behind us.

Jake.

Of course.

“Hey, Bob,” he called, a slow grin spreading across his face as he leaned back against the bar with his beer in hand. “Didn’t know you were such a ladies’ man.”

Rooster choked on his drink, barely covering it with a cough, and even Fanboy and Payback were smirking into their beers.

Bob froze for a second, shoulders going stiff, and I could see the flush creeping up his neck, all the way to the tips of his ears.

I turned in my seat just enough to catch Jake’s gaze, my smile a little sharp around the edges.

“Maybe you underestimated him,” I said, voice light but firm.

Jake’s grin twitched, a flicker of surprise crossing his face like okay, fair, but he didn’t push it.

Bob let out a breath, glancing at me like he wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or more embarrassed, and I just smiled, reaching for my drink.

“Don’t let them mess with you,” I told him quietly, nudging his knee with mine under the bar. “They’re just jealous.”

Bob’s eyes met mine—hesitant at first, but then they softened, something warm blooming in his gaze.

“Thanks,” he murmured, voice low.

I just grinned, taking another sip of my beer, feeling the slow, steady hum of something real starting to take root between us.

And the rest of the bar?

Let them watch.

The night at the Hard Deck had stretched on, but I kept finding myself drawn back to Bob—quietly at ease in the corner, holding his beer like it was a shield, his eyes lighting up when he talked about flying but always a little bashful when the guys teased him.

At one point, after a lull in the conversation, I tilted my head and asked, “So, what do you do, Bob? When you’re not hustling pool tables and dodging Hangman’s charm offensive.”

That earned me a grin—quick, shy, and adorable.

“I’m a WSO,” he said, tucking his hands in his pockets like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. “Backseater on the Super Hornet.”

“Fancy,” I teased, nudging him with my shoulder. “So you’re the brains of the operation.”

He laughed, soft and surprised, and I swear it made my chest feel too small for my heart.

“Yeah, something like that,” he said.

I took a sip of my drink, an idea forming as I watched the way his gaze kept dropping shyly to the floor.

“So what’s the food situation like over there? You Navy guys get fancy cafeteria meals, or are you surviving off vending machine snacks?”

Bob shrugged, glancing at me with a small smile. “Depends on the day. Sometimes it’s just… whatever I can grab on the way in.”

I grinned, a little spark of mischief lighting in my chest.

“Well, if you’re ever in the mood for a real lunch,” I said, resting my chin on my hand, “maybe I’ll bring you something.”

His eyes widened, like the thought had never crossed his mind, and he straightened a little.

“Oh,” he said, blinking. “That’d… that’d be amazing.”

I laughed, not fully sure if he thought I was serious or just playing around.

But the next day, I decided to make it real.

⸻

I showed up at the base around noon, a paper bag in hand—turkey sandwiches, chips, and a couple of sodas, simple but solid.

I hadn’t really thought this through, not all the way, and as I stood by the fence waiting for Bob to show up, it hit me that maybe this was a weirdthing to do.

But before I could second-guess myself, I spotted him—walking with the other guys, flight suit half-zipped, sunglasses on, hands in his pockets.

And when his eyes landed on me, they widened.

“Hey, Bob!” I called, lifting the bag with a little grin.

The rest of the squad stopped in their tracks.

“Wait—you brought Floyd lunch?” Hangman’s voice carried across the lot, laced with disbelief and barely contained glee.

“Oh, Bob, you dog!” Rooster crowed, elbowing him as they walked closer.

Bob looked so flustered—his mouth opened, like he wanted to explain, but then he closed it again, just… stunned.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I held the bag out, smiling.

“Didn’t think I’d actually show, did you?”

Bob took the bag slowly, like he wasn’t sure it was real, then gave me this look—soft, disbelieving, grateful in a way that made my stomach flip.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, and the way he said it—like it mattered—made me feel warm all over.

“You’re welcome,” I murmured, my grin widening.

Behind us, the guys were definitely still watching, and I heard Payback mutter, “Man’s got it figured out.”

Bob glanced back at them, looking wildly overwhelmed, and I just laughed, nudging him gently.

“Guess I’ll let you get back to work,” I said, stepping back a little.

Bob looked like he wanted to say something else—like he wanted to ask me to stay—but instead, he just smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I’ll, uh… I’ll see you soon?” he asked, a hopeful lilt in his voice.

“Count on it,” I said, and as I turned to leave, I could feel their eyes on us—Bob’s lingering the longest.

And I had a feeling this wasn’t just a one-time thing.

Not even close.

(Bob’s POV)

I didn’t even taste the sandwich.

I mean, I ate it—every bite, somehow—but the whole time, all I could think about was her.

Y/N.

The way she’d smiled at me when she handed me the bag. The way she’d looked at me, like I was someone worth showing up for.

And the guys?

They were relentless.

“Bob!” Hangman said, way too loud, way too grinning, as he walked past me in the hangar. “Didn’t know you had it in you, man! What else are you hiding from us?”

I felt my face go hot, the tips of my ears burning, and I ducked my head, focusing way too hard on the clipboard in my hands.

Rooster, leaning back against a crate nearby, smirked.

“Man gets one sandwich delivered and suddenly he’s the most eligible bachelor on base,” he said, crossing his arms like he was watching the best reality TV show in the world.

Fanboy chimed in, grinning. “Hey Bob, you offering lessons, or is this exclusive knowledge?”

“Yeah,” Payback added, trying (and failing) to hide his grin. “What’s the secret, Floyd? You got a magic sandwich spell or something?”

I rubbed the back of my neck, desperately trying not to look as red as I felt.

“It wasn’t a big deal,” I muttered, eyes glued to my notes, which were suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world.

But the guys weren’t having it.

“Not a big deal?” Hangman drawled, wide-eyed in mock disbelief. “Buddy, she left the Hard Deck with you last night and brought you lunch today. That’s a big deal if I’ve ever seen one.”

I tried to respond, but the words got tangled somewhere in my throat, and I must’ve looked completely helpless, because Rooster let out a low whistle, shaking his head with a grin.

“You know what, man? Good for you,” he said, clapping me on the shoulder a little too hard.

“Yeah,” Fanboy added. “Don’t mess it up, Floyd.”

I groaned, rubbing my face, but there was no hiding the stupid grin pulling at my mouth, no matter how hard I tried to fight it.

Because…

She’d actually brought me lunch.

She’d thought about me.

And there was this small, quiet part of me—the part that usually stayed quiet—that felt like maybe… maybe this was the start of something.

Something real.

I wasn’t expecting anything, really. I’d dropped off a sandwich, teased him a little, and maybe, just maybe, hoped we’d run into each other again.

But then my phone buzzed the next morning, and there he was.

Bob Floyd:

Hey… I was wondering if you’re free for lunch today? I’d like to return the favor.

It took me a second to process the words.

And then I was grinning like an idiot.

I tapped out a quick reply.

Y/N L/N:

I’m free. Where are we going?

His reply came a minute later, like he was thinking it through carefully.

Bob Floyd:

There’s this little spot on the beach, near the base. Thought it might be nice.

A beach picnic.

Bob Floyd wanted to take me on a beach picnic.

I had to sit down for a second and just breathe.

⸻

(Y/N’s POV)

When I got there, he was already waiting—laid-back but clearly nervous, sitting cross-legged on a blanket with a small cooler next to him. He stood up fast when he saw me, rubbing the back of his neck and looking a little sheepish.

“Hey,” he said, voice soft, like he wasn’t sure if I’d actually show.

“Hey yourself,” I grinned, stepping onto the blanket as the ocean breeze tugged at my hair.

He opened the cooler, pulling out two sandwiches, a bag of chips, and a couple of sodas.

“I, uh… I didn’t know what you liked,” he admitted, his ears turning pink. “So I kind of just… guessed.”

It was so Bob—thoughtful, a little awkward, completely endearing.

I plopped down next to him, close enough that our knees brushed, and smiled.

“Perfect guess,” I said, bumping his shoulder gently.

For a while, we just talked—about nothing and everything. He told me about growing up in Kansas, his awkward first day at the Academy, the time he almost missed a flight because his alarm didn’t go off. And I told him about my job, my family, how I was still getting used to the new town.

And the whole time, I couldn’t stop noticing the little things.

The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. The way his voice softened when he asked me questions, like he genuinely wanted to know. The way he kept sneaking little glances at me, like he was surprised I was even there.

At one point, a gull swooped a little too close to the chips, and we both jumped, laughing so hard I had to lean into him for balance.

And when I did, his breath hitched just slightly, like even that small touch was enough to make his heart stumble.

That’s when it hit me—he was catching feelings.

Fast.

And honestly?

So was I.

After we finished our sandwiches, we sprawled out on the blanket, the sun warm on our skin, the ocean a soft roar in the background.

It felt… easy.

I stretched my arms over my head, eyes closed, the sound of Bob’s voice soft and low as he told me a story about a flight gone sideways, something about a radar blip that turned out to be a flock of birds.

I could feel him shifting next to me—his shoulder brushing mine when he laughed, his hand resting a little too close to mine on the blanket.

It was the kind of moment that felt like it could stretch forever—until the sun disappeared.

I opened my eyes, blinking at the sudden shadow.

The sky had turned dark, clouds rolling in fast, the breeze picking up in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

Bob sat up too, glancing up with a little frown. “Uh… I think that’s—”

A fat raindrop smacked onto the blanket. Then another. And then the sky opened up.

“Oh, shit!” I laughed, scrambling to gather the food wrappers as the rain came down hard, soaking us in seconds.

Bob was already on his feet, grabbing the cooler with one hand, the blanket in the other.

“Come on!” he shouted over the downpour, grinning like a maniac.

“I don’t have my car!” I called back, water dripping down my face.

He didn’t even hesitate.

“I do!”

We sprinted—full-on bolted—across the sand, shoes slipping, rain pelting us from every angle. By the time we reached his car, we were drenched.

Bob fumbled with the keys, and we practically dove into the front seats, slamming the doors shut behind us.

For a second, we just sat there, breathless, water dripping onto the floor mats, both of us laughing like idiots.

Bob wiped his hand down his face, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

“I swear,” he said, turning to me with this soft, amazed look, “you show up, and my whole life turns into a rom-com.”

I froze, caught between a laugh and something deeper—something warmthat pooled in my chest.

Because it did feel like a movie.

I tucked my hair behind my ear, still catching my breath, heart thudding in my chest.

“Guess I’ve got good timing,” I teased, but my voice was a little softer now.

Bob’s eyes lingered on me, his lips parted like he wanted to say something, and then he did.

“Can I… see you again?”

It came out a little hesitant, a little breathless, but there was something in the way he looked at me—like he really wanted the answer to be yes.

And I did.

I nodded, feeling my grin tug wide across my face. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Bob’s smile was everything.

And as the rain poured down around us, it felt like the start of something real.

The rain was still coming down in sheets, streaking across the windshield in fat, fast drops. We sat there in Bob’s car, soaked to the bone, the windows fogging up like we’d stepped into a steamy scene from a movie.

I let out a breath, pushing wet hair out of my face, still laughing a little under my breath.

Bob glanced over, and I caught the soft look in his eyes—like he couldn’t quite believe I was sitting there, dripping rainwater onto his passenger seat, smiling like a fool.

“I’m sorry about your car,” I said, biting my lip as I looked down at the little puddle forming at my feet.

Bob shook his head, his grin wide and boyish. “Don’t worry about it. I think it’s worth it.”

That made my chest do a weird, fluttery thing, and I felt my cheeks heat up—even though we were both already flushed from running in the rain.

For a beat, we just sat there, the sound of the storm filling the space, our breathing slowing.

I could feel his gaze on me—warm, steady, making my heart race in a way that felt dangerous but good.

“You’re gonna catch a cold,” he said quietly, like it was an excuse to fill the silence.

“Guess you’ll have to bring me soup next time,” I teased, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Bob’s smile deepened, and his ears went a little pink.

“Deal,” he murmured, his voice soft enough that it barely rose above the rain.

I felt it then—the moment. That quiet, suspended second where everything else faded: the storm, the fogged-up windows, the damp seats.

Just us.

Bob’s gaze flicked to my mouth, and I swear my breath hitched. My pulse was a drumbeat in my ears, and I felt myself leaning in, just slightly, like I wasn’t even aware I was doing it.

But then—

Bob swallowed hard and looked away, his hands gripping the wheel like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“I, uh… I should probably drive you home,” he said, his voice a little rough around the edges.

I sat back, heart pounding, trying to hide the grin tugging at my lips.

“Yeah,” I said softly, “probably.”

⸻

The drive was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. It was warm, this quiet understanding hanging in the air between us—like we both knew there was something here, but neither of us was ready to rush it.

When we pulled up outside my place, Bob shifted in his seat, turning toward me.

I reached for the door handle, but something made me pause.

“Hey,” I said softly, glancing at him. “Thanks for the picnic. Even with the storm, it was… really nice.”

He looked at me—really looked at me—and smiled that soft, sweet Bob smile that made my stomach do a little flip.

“I’m glad you came,” he said quietly, like it was more than just the lunch. Like he was glad I’d found my way into his world.

I stepped out into the rain, still grinning like an idiot, and as I closed the door behind me, I caught a glimpse of Bob sitting there in the driver’s seat—watching me go, his hand resting lightly on the steering wheel, his cheeks pink, and his smile lingering like he couldn’t help himself.

And I couldn’t help thinking that this wasn’t the end of something.

It was the start.

I barely made it to my door before my phone buzzed.

Bob Floyd:

So, uh…

Would it be weird if I asked you on a real date?

I blinked, a little stunned—he texted me immediately. Like he couldn’t even wait five minutes.

And God, the nerves in that “uh…” were killing me.

I grinned, biting my lip as I texted back.

Y/N L/N:

I don’t know… that depends. What kind of date are we talking about?

It took him less than a minute to reply.

Bob Floyd:

I was thinking… a theme park?

You know, rides, games, funnel cakes… maybe you win me a prize or two.

I actually laughed out loud—Bob Floyd, the wholesome dork, asking me to a theme park like it wasn’t the most adorable thing I’d ever heard.

Y/N L/N:

You had me at funnel cake.

When?

His reply came so fast.

Bob Floyd:

Tomorrow, if you’re free?

Y/N L/N:

I’m in.

—

Bob was waiting for me in the parking lot the next day, hands in his pockets, looking nervous-cute in a plain t-shirt and jeans.

The whole afternoon was… fun. Like stupid fun. We ate greasy food, played every rigged carnival game in sight, and when Bob finally worked up the nerve to put his arm around me on the Ferris wheel, my heart melted.

He tried to win me a stuffed animal at one of those impossible games—ended up losing twice before I finally took over and actually won.

“You’re insanely good at this,” he said, laughing, as I handed him the prize—a ridiculous, pink, fluffy llama.

“I told you I’m dangerous,” I teased.

He smiled so wide, it made me want to grab his face and kiss him right there.

But I didn’t. Yet.

⸻

By the time we got in the car, it was late. Like, late late. I’d been talking nonstop about something dumb—a movie I liked, or maybe it was a funny story from work—and Bob was humming along, nodding, and then…

I must’ve fallen asleep.

Because the next thing I knew, I was waking up in a dark, unfamiliar room.

For a second, my heart jumped—until I smelled it. Laundry detergent. A hint of cologne.

Bob.

I sat up, blinking, taking in the room—neat, a little sparse, but warm.

And I was in his bed.

Bob had put me in his bed.

I pushed the blanket off, slipping to the doorway quietly—and there he was, asleep on the couch, one arm flung over his eyes, mouth slightly open.

My heart squeezed.

He could’ve woken me up. He could’ve asked where I lived. But instead, he’d let me sleep, given me his bed, and made himself uncomfortable on the couch.

The softest, most thoughtful man alive.

I bit my lip, smiling to myself, and went back to bed, curling up under the blanket that smelled like him.

This wasn’t just a fun date.

It was the start of something real.

The soft drip-drip-drip of rain on the window woke me up.

For a second, I had no idea where I was—until I stretched and felt the softest blanket ever wrapped around me. The faint smell of laundry soap and the subtle hint of cologne told me everything: Bob’s place.

I sat up slowly, hair messy, heart still racing from yesterday’s perfect date.

Carefully, I slid out of the bed and crept toward the living room.

Bob was still asleep on the couch—curled up awkwardly, one arm flung over his chest, the other hanging off the side. He looked so peaceful, his mouth slightly open, glasses pushed up on the coffee table like he must’ve taken them off before dozing off.

God. He was so cute.

I smiled to myself and grabbed a notepad and pen from the table, scribbling down a little note:

Thanks for the best date ever. And for not letting me sleep in the car, even though I totally would have.

P.S. Sorry for stealing your bed—next time I’ll bring snacks as payment.

-Y/N

I placed it on the coffee table, right where he’d see it when he woke up, then tiptoed into the kitchen to make coffee.

I was stirring in the sugar when I heard the soft rustle of movement.

A sleepy groan.

And then, the pause.

“…Y/N?” Bob’s voice, low and uncertain.

I peeked around the corner.

He was sitting up now, holding the note in his hands, eyes blinking slowly, like he hadn’t quite processed it yet.

And for a moment, I saw it—that little flicker of something in his eyes. Like he thought I’d left.

His fingers tightened on the note, his shoulders slumping a little.

Until I stepped into view.

“Hey,” I said softly, holding up a mug. “You take cream, right?”

Bob’s head snapped up, and the look on his face—pure disbelief.

“You’re still here,” he breathed, like it hadn’t fully clicked for him yet.

I grinned, biting my lip to hide how much hearing that did to me.

“Of course I’m still here,” I said softly, holding out the coffee.

Bob took it, his fingers brushing mine, and his cheeks flushed, a slow, pink warmth spreading across his face.

And I swear, if he wasn’t already falling for me, he was now.

We stood in the kitchen, both holding steaming mugs, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body.

The air between us felt charged, like the tiniest spark could set it off.

I caught Bob staring at me—really staring—like he couldn’t decide whether to memorize every part of my face or look away before he combusted.

His eyes drifted down to my mouth, and I felt my breath hitch, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it.

Bob swallowed, his throat bobbing, and it was like his entire being was focused on me—on this moment.

“You, uh… you’re really beautiful, you know that?” he murmured, voice low and a little rough.

I felt the smile bloom on my face, soft and slow, and I took a small step closer, so close our arms brushed.

“Yeah?” I whispered, tilting my head. “You only just figured that out?”

Bob’s eyes darkened, a little flicker of something new sparking in them—like he wanted to do something about it.

He shifted his mug to the counter, his free hand brushing tentatively over my hip, the touch so light it was almost a question.

I leaned in, closing the gap between us, my breath catching when his fingers tightened—just slightly, but enough to send a shiver down my spine.

And then—

His lips brushed mine, soft at first, like he was testing the waters.

But when I didn’t pull away—when I pressed in closer, tilting my head, kissing him back with a slow, aching softness—his hand tightened on my waist, drawing me in like he couldn’t help himself.

The mugs clinked softly as we set them down—forgotten.

Bob’s other hand slid up, fingertips grazing my jaw, tilting my face up so he could kiss me deeper—and God, he tasted like coffee and warmth and something softer, something pure Bob.

The tension between us snapped, like a rubber band stretched too tight.

I felt it in the way he breathed against my lips, in the way his hands moved to my waist, gentle but eager, like he wanted to memorize the curve of me.

I gasped softly into the kiss, my hands fisting in the fabric of his t-shirt I pulled it off slowly, my eyes never leaving his, and tossed it aside. His chest was lean and muscular, his skin pale and dusted with a light scattering of freckles. I ran my hands over him, tracing the lines of his abs, the ridges of his shoulders, and he shivered beneath my touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his collarbone.

“You’re the beautiful one,” he countered, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled against his skin, my hands moving lower, to the button of his jeans. I undid it slowly, my fingers trembling slightly, and slid the zipper down. Bob’s breath hitched, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice a plea.

“Shh,” I whispered, pushing his jeans down his legs. He kicked them off, and I followed suit, shedding my own clothes until we were both bare. The air in the room felt charged, heavy with anticipation, and I could feel the heat of his gaze on my skin.

I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips, and he looked up at me with wide, yearning eyes. His hands rested on my thighs, his touch feather-light, as if he was afraid to bruise me.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he breathed, his voice filled with awe.

I leaned down, capturing his lips in another kiss. “Tell me what you want,” I murmured against his mouth.

He hesitated, his cheeks flushing slightly, and I smiled. “It’s just us, Bob. You can tell me anything.”

He took a deep breath, his hands moving to my lower back. “I want you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “All of you.”

My heart swelled at his words, and I pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. “You’re going to have me,”I promised. “But first, I want to tease you a little.”

His eyes darkened with desire, and I felt his hands tighten on my skin.

“Tease me?” he repeated, his voice rough.

I nodded, my lips curving into a mischievous smile. “I want to make you beg.”

He groaned, his head falling back against the couch, and I leaned down, my breath ghosting over his chest. I kissed my way down his body, my lips lingering on his nipples, his stomach, his hips. His skin was warm and smooth, and I savored the taste of him, the way he shivered and moaned beneath my mouth.

When I reached his erection, I paused, my hands resting on his thighs. He was hard and throbbing, his length thick and veins prominent. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and saw the raw need in his eyes.

“You like that?” I asked, my voice teasing.

He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. “Please, Y/N,” he begged. “Don’t stop.”

I smiled, my fingers wrapping around him. “I’m not going to stop,” I assured him. “But I’m going to take my time.”

He groaned, his hands fisting in the cushions, and I began to move my hand up and down his length, slow and deliberate. His hips bucked slightly, and I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

“Not yet,” I whispered. “I’m in control, remember?”

He nodded, his eyes closing as he tried to regain control. I leaned down, my lips brushing against the tip of his erection, and he gasped, his body tensing.

“Y/N,” he moaned, his voice pleading.

“What do you want?” I asked, my breath hot against his skin.

“I want you to—” He cut himself off, his cheeks flushing.

“What?” I prompted, my fingers tightening around him.

“I want you to suck my cock,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my lips curving into a wicked grin. “Anything for you, Lieutenant.”

I took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around him, and he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. I moved slowly at first, savoring the taste of him, the way he felt on my tongue. His hands tightened in my hair, his hips thrusting slightly, and I hummed in approval.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasped. “That feels so good.”

I pulled back, my eyes meeting his. “Does it?” I asked, my voice teasing.

He nodded, his breath ragged. “Please, don’t stop.”

I smiled, taking him into my mouth again, this time deeper, my throat relaxing around him. He moaned, his hands gripping my shoulders, and I felt his body tense, his muscles tightening.

“Y/N, I’m close,” he warned, his voice hoarse.

I pulled back, my lips brushing against the tip of his erection. “Not yet,” I murmured. “I want us to come together.”

He groaned, his head falling back against the couch, and I leaned up, kissing my way back up his body. When I reached his lips, I pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, my hands resting on his chest.

“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice low and steady.

He nodded, his eyes burning with desire. “More than ready.”

I positioned myself above him, his erection pressing against my core, and slowly lowered myself onto him. He filled me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way, and I gasped, my head falling back as pleasure washed over me.

“Fuck,” I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his hands moving to my hips.

I began to move, my hips rocking against his, and he thrust up to meet me, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

The room was filled with the sounds of our moans, the slickness of our skin, the creak of the couch beneath us. It was raw and primal, and I felt more alive than I ever had before.

“Y/N,” Bob gasped, his hands tightening on my hips. “I’m close.”

“Me too,” I admitted, my voice breathless. “Come with me, Bob. Let go.

His eyes met mine, and for a moment, we just looked at each other, our hearts pounding, our breaths ragged. And then, with a cry that was equal parts pleasure and release, we came together, our bodies trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over us.

I collapsed onto his chest, my heart still racing, my body still buzzing with sensation. Bob’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close, and I felt a sense of peace settle over me, like I’d finally found where I was meant to be.

“That was—” he started, his voice hoarse.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

He smiled, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Incredible.”

—

Bob lay next to me, propped up on one elbow, the sheets tangled around his waist, a soft flush still dusting his cheeks and chest.

His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and his lips were pinkand kiss-swollen.

And God, the way he was looking at me…

Like I was something he wasn’t quite sure he deserved—but he wanted me anyway.

His fingers skimmed my bare shoulder, tracing lazy circles, but there was a hesitance there. A question he wasn’t sure he should ask.

I watched his throat work as he swallowed, his eyes dropping to where my fingers were absently toying with the edge of the blanket.

“Can I… can I ask you something?” he said quietly, almost like he was afraid I’d vanish if he said it too loud.

I turned to face him fully, propping myself up on one arm, the sheet slipping a little—but I didn’t care.

“Of course,” I said softly.

Bob hesitated, his brows pulling together, and then he just… blurted it out.

“Was this… a one-time thing for you?”

The words hung there—heavy and hopeful all at once.

I blinked, surprised, and something in my chest tightened at the look in his eyes—like he was trying to play it cool, but I could see it: the quiet panic, the need to know.

I reached over and gently cupped his cheek, feeling the faint scratch of stubble under my fingers.

“No,” I said firmly, my voice steady.

His breath hitched—just the tiniest sound, but I heard it.

“Bob… this wasn’t just a one-time thing for me,” I continued. “You’re… you’re not a one-time thing.”

The tension in his shoulders eased, just a little, but I could see he still wasn’t fully convinced.

I shifted closer, letting my forehead rest against his, my voice a soft murmur.

“I like you,” I whispered, my fingers brushing the side of his neck. “I reallylike you. I want to see where this goes.”

Bob let out a breath like he’d been holding it in for hours. His hand slid up my back, slow and tentative, and when I glanced up at him, he was smiling—small, soft, stunned.

“Okay,” he said, voice low and softer than I’d ever heard it. “Okay.”

And for the first time in a long time, it felt like we were exactly where we were meant to be.

We were still tangled in the sheets, my head resting on Bob’s chest, listening to the soft rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers lazily traced circles on my bare shoulder, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains like we were the only two people in the world.

It was perfect.

Until Bob’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.

He groaned softly, reaching for it while keeping his other arm around me. I glanced up at him, and he glanced down at the screen.

“Jake,” he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

I smirked. “Of course.”

Bob answered, voice scratchy. “Yeah?”

Jake’s voice crackled through the speaker, way too loud for this early in the morning.

“Robert!” Jake’s drawl practically oozed through the line. “Mav says if you get your ass to the Hard Deck tonight, he’ll cover the first round for the whole team. Says it’s a Dagger night.”

Bob rubbed his eyes, already sounding a little overwhelmed. “Okay, uh—yeah, sure. Thanks for the heads up.”

The Hard Deck was packed that night—music thumping, laughter spilling out into the warm night air.

Bob and I walked in together, and I could feel the eyes on us—especially from Jake, who was already at the bar, drink in hand, leaning back like he owned the place.

“Look who finally showed up!” Jake called out, a wide, wolfish grinspreading across his face.

Bob’s hand tightened on mine, but before he could say a word, Jake’s eyes raked over me—slow, deliberate, like he was making a point.

“Damn, L/N,” Jake drawled, ignoring Bob completely. “You clean up realnice. That dress is… a lot.”

I could feel Bob stiffen next to me, his jaw ticking as he tried to keep his cool.

I smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? You like it?”

Jake’s grin widened, cocky as ever. “Hell yeah, I like it. Tell me, sweetheart, what’s a girl like you doing hanging around a guy like Floyd?”

Bob opened his mouth to object, but I beat him to it, turning fully to Jake, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

“I like Bob,” I said, my voice steady and sweet—but there was a little edgethere, just enough for Jake to feel it.

But Jake didn’t back down.

He stepped closer, way too close, his smirk full of challenge.

“Yeah?” he said, dropping his voice. “That’s cute. But if you ever want a real ride, sweetheart…”

I barely had time to react before Bob’s hand was at my waist, pulling me back into him, his fingers firm but gentle, like he was staking his claimwithout needing to say a word.

And that look on Bob’s face?

Possessive.

Like he wasn’t used to being the guy who got the girl, but he wasn’t about to let Jake take her, either.

I looked up at him, smiling softly, and leaned into his chest, just to make it clear.

Bob’s voice was low, almost a growl in my ear.

“She’s not interested, Jake.”

But Jake? Oh, he was thriving.

“Relax, Bobby,” he said, clapping Bob on the shoulder like they were best buds. “Just having a little fun.”

Bob’s grip on me tightened—just a little.

I turned my head to whisper in his ear, my voice soft and just for him.

“Relax, baby,” I murmured, brushing my lips lightly against the shell of his ear, watching the way he shivered. “I’m going home with you.”

And Bob?

His breath hitched, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes darkened as he looked at me like I’d just flipped his whole world upside down.

Jake didn’t stop.

All night long, it was one comment after another.

“Come on, sweetheart, let me buy your next drink.”

“Those shoes? Bet they’d look even better on the floor of my apartment.”

“You sure you’re not too much woman for Bob there? You’re a lot of girl, baby.”

Bob was trying—God, he was trying so hard to keep it together, but I could see the tension building, the way his jaw clenched tighter with every comment, his fingers twitching like he wanted to do something about itbut wasn’t sure if he should.

Me? I was eating it up.

Every time Jake tried to pull me into a conversation, I’d glance over at Bob—smirk, lean back just a little into him, let my hand rest on his knee when we sat down. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, could see how hard he was working to stay composed.

Until Jake—of course—pushed too far.

He leaned in, way too close, his voice a low purr in my ear, making sure Bob could hear every word.

“Come on, pretty girl… don’t you want a real man who knows how to handle you?”

Before I could respond—before I could snap back or shut it down—Bob was up.

Fast.

The chair scraped back, his hand curling firmly around my wrist.

“Excuse us,” Bob muttered, voice low and tight, and then he was leading me away—out of the bar, out into the warm night air, like he couldn’t breathe until we were away from the noise, from Jake, from everything.

He stopped just outside the entrance, turning to face me, his eyes dark and intense in the dim light, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted, voice rough, like it was scraping out of his chest. “I can’t—I can’t listen to him talk to you like that. I know I’m probably being… I don’t know, stupid—”

“Bob—”

“No,” he interrupted, voice strained. “I like you, okay? I really like you. And I don’t know what this is yet, but I don’t want to share you with him, or anyone else.”

His hands hovered near my waist, like he wasn’t sure if he should touch me—like he was asking permission.

I closed the space between us, my hands resting lightly on his chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath my palms.

“I told you,” I said softly, my voice a little breathless. “I’m going home with you.”

Bob’s breath caught. His hands slid to my hips, gripping just enough to make me feel owned in the best way.

And when he kissed me?

It was not the soft, tentative kiss from before.

It was desperate. Claiming. Messy.

Like he’d been holding back all night and just couldn’t anymore.

I felt his hands slide down, gripping my thighs, lifting me until I wrapped my legs around his waist, the cold wall of the building solid against my back.

His mouth was hot on mine, his breath ragged as he kissed me like he needed me, like he’d been waiting all night to make me his.

And I?

I let him.

Because this was Bob—my sweet, soft Bob—who had just a little bit of firein him when he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

And God, it was so good.

The drive back to Bob’s was quiet, but not in a bad way.

Bob’s hand was tight on the steering wheel, his knuckles white, and every once in a while, he’d glance at me like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite get the words out.

I could feel the tension rolling off him—guilt mixing with want. Like he was mad at himself for losing control, but also still buzzing from it.

When we got to his place, I followed him inside, the air between us thick, heavy, charged.

Bob shut the door behind us, standing there for a second with his back to me, his head bowed like he was trying to collect himself.

Then he turned, running a hand through his hair, his voice low and rough.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

I tilted my head, watching him. “For what?”

Bob let out a soft, frustrated noise, pacing a little.

“For… for that. For back there. For, uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding my gaze, cheeks burning. “For, uh, grabbing you like that, outside the bar. For… for kissing you like I… I couldn’t stop myself. That wasn’t… I mean, I shouldn’t have…”

I bit my lip, stepping closer, my voice soft, teasing.

“You’re sorry for kissing me?”

Bob froze, eyes snapping to mine.

“No! I mean—yes. I mean—no. God.” His voice cracked, a flush creeping up his neck, and I could tell he was spiraling, trying to explain and apologizeat the same time, and it was adorable.

“I just—shit—I don’t want you to think I’m the kind of guy who—who doesthat. Who gets jealous and… and acts like a possessive asshole. I just—Jake was being… Jake, and I couldn’t—I couldn’t take it. The way he was talking to you, like you were just… just there for him to mess with, like I was supposed to sit there and take it—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

I stepped in then, closing the gap, my hands curling into the front of his shirt.

“Bob.”

His eyes met mine, wide and so goddamn sweet, like he wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or terrified.

I rose onto my toes, brushing a soft kiss over his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his mouth.

“I liked it.”

Bob blinked. “You… what?”

I smiled, letting my hands slide down his chest, my voice low.

“I liked the way you stood up for me. The way you… wanted me like that.”

Bob’s breath hitched, his hands hovering like he wasn’t sure if he could touch me yet.

“I’m still… sorry,” he whispered, almost like he couldn’t help it.

I tilted my head, teasing. “You’re so cute when you’re guilty.”

He huffed out a breath, a soft, helpless laugh, and finally—finally—let his hands settle on my waist, gentle and tentative, like I was something precious.

“God, you make me crazy,” he muttered, and the way he looked at me—like I was the most important thing in the room, in the world—made my chest ache.

I tugged him down, kissed him slow, soft, lingering.

And when we finally pulled back, breathless, Bob’s voice was a quiet, reverent whisper.

“Please tell me you’re staying.”

I smiled, pressing my forehead to his, my voice low and sure.

“I’m yours, Bob Floyd. Where else would I go?”

—

It starts as a casual suggestion at the Hard Deck.

Phoenix, with her feet up on the table, swirling a straw around in her drink, leans back and says, “Hey, Bob’s birthday is next weekend, right? We should do something.”

Jake perks up immediately, like a kid at recess. “Beach day.”

Bob nearly chokes on his beer, sitting bolt upright. “The beach?”

Phoenix grins, smug. “Yeah. Why not? We haven’t had a proper beach day in months. And it’s your birthday, Floyd.”

“I don’t know…” Bob mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes darting to me like he’s already feeling the pressure.

That’s when I chime in.

“Come on, Bob.” I nudge him with my elbow, flashing a little grin. “You deserve a day off. Sunshine, sand, good food, a couple drinks with friends… What’s not to love?”

Bob looks at me, and for a second, it’s like the rest of the room fades out.

He swallows, eyes warm.

“If you’ll be there… I guess I’m in.”

⸻

The plan snowballs from there—group chat blowing up, Phoenix and Jake taking over logistics, Fanboy offering to bring a grill, and me… I’m sitting on my couch, embroidery hoop in hand, working late into the night on a little surprise.

It’s kind of silly, I know. A custom patch for Bob’s flight bag—navy blue, with a tiny pair of glasses stitched in one corner and a banner that reads:

Lucky You

…because I like reminding him.

⸻

When the day finally arrives, Bob picks me up just after ten, a soft morning glow lighting up his profile as he drives.

We don’t say much at first, just the quiet shuffle of the radio and the occasional soft hum from Bob when a song he likes comes on.

But I can feel it. That little buzz in the air.

Before we pull into the beach lot, I gather my courage, digging the small box out of my bag.

“Hey… I, uh… made you something.”

Bob glances at me, curious, as I hand it over.

When he opens it, his eyes go wide.

“Y/N… you made this?”

His voice is so soft, like he’s afraid if he speaks too loud, the moment will break.

I shrug, suddenly shy. “Just a little something for your birthday. You know… in case you needed a lucky charm up there.”

Bob’s thumb brushes over the stitches like they’re gold, and then—God, I swear my heart skips a beat—he leans in and kisses me.

It’s gentle, careful, but there’s a little something more there, like he’s telling me something without words.

When we finally pull back, Bob just looks at me, his cheeks pink, and says,

“This is… the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

I’m still floating when we step onto the sand and the squad starts whistling and whooping like they’ve been waiting for us.

It’s chaos in the best way.

Fanboy and Payback are already wrestling in the sand, Phoenix is yelling about the rules of volleyball like her life depends on it, and Jake’s got two beers in hand, shirt half unbuttoned, doing his best Top Gun poster pose.

Bob?

Bob’s standing a little awkwardly off to the side, holding a cooler like it’s a shield.

“C’mon, Bob!” I grin, bumping his hip with mine. “Loosen up. It’s your birthday!”

“I’m trying,” he mutters, cheeks pink, but there’s a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that makes my heart squeeze.

Phoenix whistles across the beach. “Floyd! Get over here—Rooster needs a partner!”

Bob sighs, resigned, but before he goes, he looks at me. And it’s a look, alright—soft, lingering, like he’s still thinking about that patch I gave him in the car.

Like maybe he’s thinking about more than that.

⸻

Eventually, the games slow down, the beer runs low, and the sun starts sinking low and golden.

I’m stretched out on a towel, half-dozing, when Bob drops down beside me. His skin’s warm from the sun, his hair a little mussed from the breeze.

He lays back, arms folded behind his head, and lets out this soft, content sigh that makes my heart ache.

For a while, we just… exist.

No words. No pressure. Just the sound of waves, the distant chatter of the squad, and the slow, steady rhythm of Bob’s breathing next to mine.

I turn my head and watch him for a second. The little crinkle at the corner of his eyes. The faint sunburn across his nose. The way his lips part, just slightly, when he’s relaxed.

God, I could get used to this.

“You look happy,” I murmur, voice low.

Bob cracks one eye open, glancing at me with this soft, lopsided smilethat’s all mine.

“I am.”

And it’s so simple, the way he says it—like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

Like being with me is what makes him happy.

Dinner is loud in the best way.

The restaurant is one of those open-air spots right on the beach, twinkle lights strung up across the patio, the sound of waves crashing in the distance. The squad is half-shouting, half-laughing over seafood platters and drinks.

Jake’s in full form, holding court at the table, telling some exaggerated story about a bar fight in Pensacola.

“He wasn’t that big,” Bob mutters under his breath, a little smile tugging at his lips.

I nudge him gently, and he looks at me like he’s so proud of himself for saying it out loud.

Jake, of course, hears everything.

“Oh, look at that! Bob’s getting sassy,” he says, grinning like a kid on Christmas. “Must be that new relationship glow, huh?”

The table howls, and Bob just ducks his head, cheeks flushed pink, but his hand finds mine under the table, and he gives it a squeeze.

I glance at him, and he’s looking at me like I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Phoenix raises her glass. “To Bob Floyd—the luckiest birthday boy on the beach.”

The whole table cheers, and I lean in and press a soft kiss to Bob’s cheek, just to make him blush even more.

⸻

Later, at Bob’s apartment…

The air is quiet when we step inside, the glow of the lamps soft and warm. Bob kicks off his shoes and heads to the kitchen to grab us some water, and I wander into the bathroom to wash my face.

That’s when I see it—my toothbrush, still sitting there in the cup by the sink.

I pick it up, smiling to myself, and when I come back out, Bob’s waiting for me in the doorway.

He rubs the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. “I, uh… I wasn’t sure if you’d want to keep it here, but I thought… maybe…”

I grin and step close, hands on his chest, feeling the soft cotton of his t-shirt under my fingers.

“I do,” I whisper, voice soft.

He lets out this relieved little breath, like he’s been holding it in all night.

And then he leans in, pressing his forehead to mine, voice low and gentle.

“Stay the night?”

I nod, heart pounding.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he murmurs, and it’s so simple, so easy, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Because with Bob?

It is.

The morning sunlight is soft and golden, streaming through the curtains like warm honey.

Bob’s arms are wrapped around me, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck, and I’m half-drifting, half-awake, perfectly content in the little cocoon of his sheets.

His breath is warm on my skin, slow and steady, and I smile, tracing a lazy finger across the freckles scattered on his chest.

“You’re gonna make me fall back asleep,” Bob mumbles, voice still rough and sleepy, like he hasn’t fully woken up yet.

“Is that a bad thing?” I tease, grinning as I roll onto my side to face him.

He opens his eyes—those soft, blue eyes—and looks at me like I’m the only person in the world.

“Nah,” he says quietly, a little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Not a bad thing at all.”

We stay like that for a while, just… being.

I brush my teeth while he makes coffee. He finds a random Spotify playlist and starts humming along to a song I don’t recognize. I steal one of his t-shirts from the laundry pile and he just shakes his head with a smile like he’s helpless to stop me.

It’s domestic bliss.

Until his phone buzzes—loud against the countertop.

Bob glances at it, his whole face shifting from soft to focused in a split second.

I lean on the counter, watching as he answers.

“Floyd,” he says, voice clear and steady.

His expression tightens as he listens—eyes narrowing, a line forming between his brows.

“Yes, sir. I’ll be there.”

He hangs up, takes a breath, and then turns to me with a smile that’s a little too practiced.

“Hey,” he says, voice light, “it’s just a thing—Mav needs us for a briefing. I’ll be back before you know it.”

I narrow my eyes, stepping closer. “Bob… what kind of thing?”

“Just… you know. Navy stuff.” He shrugs, but it’s too casual, like he’s trying to downplay it.

But I can see it—the way his shoulders are a little too tense, the way his hands are just slightly shaking as he picks up his keys.

“Be safe,” I say softly, brushing my fingers across his knuckles.

He pauses, looking down at me like he wants to say something else—like there’s more, something he can’t tell me.

Then he leans in, pressing a kiss to my forehead, lingering there for just a second longer than usual.

“I will,” he murmurs.

But when the door shuts behind him, there’s a tightness in my chest that won’t go away.

Because I know.

Something’s wrong.

— days later

The room I was waiting in smells like stale coffee and fear.

I’m pacing, my phone clutched tight in my hands, staring at the door like if I focus hard enough, he’ll walk through it.

When the call came through—a bad mission, heavy losses, Bob’s squad involved—I dropped everything. My heart hasn’t stopped racing since.

Then the door slams open, and there he is.

Bob.

Alive.

His uniform is rumpled, helmet tucked under his arm, and there’s a haunted look in his eyes.

For a second, he just stares at me, like he’s not sure if I’m real.

And then I run.

I crash into him, and he catches me, his arms wrapping tight around me, the helmet clattering to the floor. I’m sobbing, clutching the back of his flight suit, fingers digging in like I’ll never let go.

He’s shaking—God, he’s shaking—and when I pull back to look at him, there are tears in his eyes, too.

“I’m here,” he whispers, voice broken. “I’m here, I’m okay.”

I press my forehead to his, breath catching in my throat, relief flooding me so hard my knees almost give out.

“I thought—” I can’t even finish the sentence.

“I know,” he murmurs, voice cracking. “I know.”

⸻

Later, at Bob’s apartment…

We sit on the couch in the dim glow of the living room, the silence thickbetween us.

Bob hasn’t let go of my hand once—not since we left the base, not even now, as he stares down at the floor, his thumb trembling against mine.

“I almost died out there,” he says quietly, voice raw and rough.

I suck in a breath, my chest tightening.

Bob looks at me, eyes shining, haunted, like he’s seeing the moment all over again.

“And when it happened… when I thought that was it… all I could think about was you.” His voice breaks, and my heart shatters.

“I thought about how I’d never get to tell you how much you mean to me. How I’d never get to see you smile again or hear you laugh at my dumb jokes. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t leave without telling you this.”

He reaches into his pocket, hands shaking, and pulls out a small velvet box.

My breath catches.

“It’s not the real thing,” he says quickly, voice rushing, rambling like he can’t stop. “It’s a placeholder—because I want you to pick out exactly what you want. But I couldn’t—I couldn’t not do this. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much it’s terrifying, and if you say yes, I’ll quit. I’ll leave the Navy tomorrow. I’ll find another job, I’ll do anything, because I can’t—”

I cut him off with a kiss, tears streaming down my face, my hands cupping his cheeks.

“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. “Yes, Bob. Of course, yes.”

He lets out this shaky breath, like the weight of the world just dropped off his shoulders, and he pulls me into his lap, arms wrapped tight around me.

“I’m never letting you go,” he murmurs, voice thick with tears. “Never.”

And in that moment, I know—neither of us ever will.

—

I wake up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Bob humming quietly in the kitchen.

Sunlight spills through the windows, catching the glint of the little placeholder ring on my finger—his ring, the one he pulled out with shaking hands and so much love.

I smile, stretching lazily, the sheets tangled around my legs. My heart feels so full it’s a little ridiculous.

Bob turns when he hears me pad into the kitchen, his hair still messy from sleep, his t-shirt hanging loose over his pajama pants.

He gives me that soft, shy smile that melts me every time.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he murmurs, holding out a mug.

I take it, my fingers brushing his, and he lingers, like he can’t help but touch me.

For a while, we just stand there, sipping coffee in comfortable silence. It feels so… normal. So easy.

But then, the words from last night echo in my head.

“I’ll quit the Navy tomorrow.”

I set my mug down and turn to him, heart suddenly tight in my chest.

“Bob…” I start, voice soft.

He looks at me, eyes wide and bright, like I’m the only thing in the world he sees.

“I meant it, you know,” he says, his voice steady. “I’ll leave. I’ll leave it all if it means I get to come home to you every night.”

My heart aches at how sincere he is—how much he loves me.

But I shake my head, stepping closer, resting my hands on his chest.

“Don’t,” I whisper. “Don’t leave the Navy because of me. That’s your dream, Bob. It’s who you are. And I love you for it.”

His breath catches, and he looks at me like I’ve knocked the air out of him.

“But I almost—”

“I know,” I say quickly, cupping his face, my thumbs brushing his cheeks. “I know. And I’m scared, too. But you’re happy there, Bob. You love it. And I won’t be the reason you give that up.”

He pulls me into his arms, holding me so tight I can feel the thump-thump-thump of his heart under my cheek.

“I love you,” he whispers, voice cracking.

“I love you more,” I whisper back, smiling through my tears.

And we stay like that, just holding each other, the coffee forgotten, the morning sun warm on our skin.

Eventually, Bob pulls back, brushing my hair behind my ear, and says, voice soft and a little playful,

“So… does this mean I get to keep you forever?”

I grin, resting my forehead against his.

“Looks like it,” I whisper.

⸻

But as we stand there, wrapped up in each other, Bob’s phone buzzes on the counter.

He sighs, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before he checks it.

And his face goes still, eyes scanning the message, his jaw tightening.

“Babe?” I ask, heart skipping.

He looks at me, hesitating.

“It’s Mav,” he says quietly. “He needs me to come in… says it’s important.”

My heart clenches, a quiet whisper of fear starting up again in my chest.

Bob leans in, brushing a soft kiss across my lips like a promise.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he says.

But as he walks out the door, I can’t shake the feeling—

That this is just the beginning.

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kurooh · 9 months ago

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Thanks sweetie🥺🥺

Can't believe my boys don't have a birthday💀 ALSO, now I can't stop thinking about riding Ino in the backseat and hearing him whimpering🫣

🐺

⊹ ₊˚. TEST DRIVE. car shopping with ino goes in another direction when you’re looking around the backseat.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, fluff, cowgirl, car sex, ino’s whimpers, cockwarming, creampie

xoxo, juno. happy birthday again <33 🎉

“she runs well, don’t you think?” ino’s fingers squeeze your thigh as he takes the car down the road, cruising along smoothly. despite a few bumps in the asphalt, the car cushions them with a bounce so that neither of you feel it.

“this is a pretty nice car, babe,” you sigh, leaning back in your seat and savoring the view of the sunset through the tree leaves.

since your last shared car broke down, ino decided to take you shopping for a new one. he prefers the sports cars, and wanted to take one out for a test drive, but you’d told him absolutely not. knowing him, it would be easy to get carried away and then end up having to pay thousands after an accidental crash.

“do you like the color? we can always get it wrapped with your favorite,” he turns to you with a wink, beanie sagging on the back of his head while stray hairs hang around his forehead.

“always so thoughtful,” you laugh, “i think the fact that this car runs well is more important than the color. oh, wait, we didn’t look around at the trunk to see how much space it has.”

“shit, you’re right,” ino agrees, turning on his directional just before pulling off to the side of the road, tires sliding on a patch of grass. he unlocks his door but doesn’t unlock yours, making you roll your eyes.

“give me the keys—”

“ahem. you may step out now, m’lady.” before you know it, ino’s raced over to the passenger side to considerately open your door for you.

“come here,” you hold your arms out, jumping onto him happily, and he spins in a circle with a laugh. “ugh, you’re such a cutie.”

he giggles, his beanie slipping off the back of his head and onto the grass. you’re quick to pick it up and put it on your head, and he kisses your forehead with a chuckle.

“you’re almost rocking it better than me.”

“that would be a true statement if you didn’t use the word ‘almost’.”

ino hits a button on the key fob, effectively popping open the trunk for you to both look into. it’s spacious, with plenty of room for groceries or whatever else you may be driving around with.

“backseat,” you instruct, closing the trunk and opening the back doors. ino climbs in beside you, thoroughly impressed.

“well, well, well,” he strokes his chin with a finger, eyes closing in faux contemplation. “this is quite a nice backseat, wouldn’t you agree? it’s very roomy, in my opinion.”

“mmm, yeah,” you play along, laying down and resting your head on his thigh. “i can even lay down fully without being cramped. you should try it too, taku.”

“really now?” and you nod, sitting up and scooting over to where he’s sitting. ino lays back, knees bent just a little because you’re taking up some of the space.

“this is quite a nice backseat,” you both fight back your laughter, playing along with the dumb little scene. it’s clear you’re both thinking the same thing when the smiles fall from your faces the second you’re straddling his waist, squeezing him between your thighs.

“wow, hot stuff. look so good wearing my beanie.” his tone is playful as his hands squeeze your hips, making you roll your eyes as you lean forward.

“shut up and give me a kiss, taku.”

ino’s lips meet yours in an impatient, hungry kiss. the force behind it is practically bruising as he sneaks a few light bites to your lower lip to get you to open up. your lips part around a gasp as you start to bounce on his lap, feeling his hard cock through all the layers of clothes.

“s-shit,” he whines, back arching and lips pulling away from yours after a particularly hard drag of your hips against his. “baby, i want these off.” he tugs at your shorts, quickly shimmying out of his jeans and sweeping up the hem of his shirt to expose his belly.

“what do you want, hm?” you ask, shorts and panties off. your ass is up as you kiss at his belly, fingers sweeping beneath his waistband.

“uh, i-i want to be inside you,” ino swallows, fingernails digging into his palms as you slip off his boxers, exposing his hard cock to the air.

you giggle, blowing out some air on it, and he bites back a whimper, hips twisting. “doors are locked, right?” you ask, distracting him. he pulls out the key fob and fumbles with it, locking the doors and almost popping the trunk in his haste.

“calm down, taku,” and your voice is honeyed and sweet as you plant a hand on his stomach, slowly lowering yourself down onto his cock. the head nudges between your folds and grows sticky with a mix of precum and your own slick.

just a little grinding and kissing, and you’re both this desperate. it’s impressive, really, the way you’re already trembling and he’s biting marks into his lower lip as he wills himself not to cum yet. the beanie on your head combined with the way you’re panting as you rub your wet cunt along the length of his cock is too much.

“d-don’t,” ino huffs out, and you look up at him. “don’t start up with that damn teasing, please don’t. baby, i need you right here, right now.”

“patience,” you answer, swallowing at the sight of cars racing by from the corner of your eye.

“come on, i just want you to—” he cuts himself off with an embarrassed noise, throwing an arm over his eyes. “you know i don’t say this often, b-but, i want you to fuck me.”

“taku, you know i will,” you let out a breathy gasp as you sink down on his cock, moving so slowly that he’s forced to buck upwards. in one movement, his cock is fully sheathed inside you, wrapped by your twitching walls. his throat bobs as you start to move, eyes widening as he watches your pussy eagerly swallow his whole cock.

oh god, is it possible to get lightheaded from sex?

only thoughts of pleasure race through your empty head as you fuck yourself onto his cock, breath hitching each time his tip hits your cervix. he’s so deep, so big — the perfect size.

ino’s enchanted, tears building in his eyes as he watches the delicious bounce of your tits and savors every single moan that falls from your lips. your pussy’s so wet and warm, comforting in a way that nothing else could ever be — fuck, is he really about to cum this quickly?

you notice as his breathing grows frantic, heat rushing through your body at the prospect of him finishing this quickly; excitement chases it, the idea of overstimulating him electrifying. you’re squeezing around him like a vice, pussy eager to drink in everything he’s got, and it’s hard to hold on.

“babe, baby,” he huffs out, his voice tight. “kiss me, i want a kiss.”

ino’s hands help you lean forward, fingers digging into your sides as his lips mesh against yours. once again, a perfect fit — he’s so in love, so absolutely infatuated with you in every single way someone could be. the loose beanie slips forward, off your head, onto his face.

you giggle, pulling away to fix it; his lips drag along your cheek as you adjust it on his own head, hips pausing momentarily. he’s so cute like this — a flush high on his cheeks, eyes glassy, lips pulled into a pout as he waits for you to hurry up with his beanie. if you’re still busy with that thing in the next three seconds, ino swears he’ll throw it out the damn window.

“you okay?” you pant, hands falling away from his head and cupping his face.

“i was worried you’d take forever with that thing,” he confesses with a laugh, hips thrusting up. “still got the energy to ride me?”

“i’m just getting started,” you roll your eyes, picking up a quick pace and bouncing on his cock. it happens fast — within a minute, he’s as close as he was before, weakly rutting his hips upwards while you shove them down with your own.

ino’s fingers wander to your clit and he rubs sloppy circles on the sensitive nub, whining deliciously at your body’s immediate response.

“‘s good, taku, keep going,” he thinks his name sounds best when it’s coming from your mouth.

despite how overwhelmed he is, ino’s fingers don’t falter, and with his free hand he gestures for you to lean on top of him like earlier. he tucks his face into your neck, tears pouring down his cheeks and wetting your skin.

white hot pleasure races through your body, bolting between your legs like lightning. “t-takuma, baby,” you huff out, gasping into his skin as you squeeze around him frantically, “‘m gonna cum— want you to with me, please—”

a needy moan tears from your lips and his skin absorbs it, your hips stuttering against his with a few last smacks of skin against skin. before you know it, you’re cumming hard, barely able to hear his words over the pounding of your heart in your ears.

ino’s whimpering, shaking beneath you and sobbing out, “wanna fill you up, c-can i?”

every one of your senses is hazy, and you manage to nod against him, pressing your lips to his ear. “y-yes, ‘course you can.”

with that, his cock spurts white inside you, hot and thick and deep — for a moment, you wonder how long it’ll take to drip out of you. you’ll be able to keep it inside till you get to the dealership, won’t you?

“you okay?” you ask, body shifting and tearing a choked whine from his throat. “takuma?”

he exhales sharply, taking a second to answer you as he recovers, chest heaving beneath you. “yeah, i’m okay. hey, let’s turn over?” you oblige, ass pressed against him and cock still buried deep.

“we’re supposed to get this car back to the dealership, we can’t just sit on the side of the road—”

“yes we can,” ino hushes you, trailing kisses along your jaw before moving to your neck. “let’s just wait for a while and cuddle. also, i’m kinda cold and you’re warm.”

“how could you possibly be cold after full on sex?”

“i have no idea, but it doesn’t matter, does it?”

“five minutes,” you say matter of factly, although you curl up against him comfortably. “then we have to go.”

“yeah, yeah,” ino huffs.

later, you’re charged a ton of money for bringing back the car a few hours late. ino blames it on you for falling asleep against him and you blame it on him for enticing you to fall asleep by cuddling.

#kurooh #he’s a cutie i’d love to write more for him #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #ino takuma #ino x reader #jjk ino #takuma ino x reader #takuma ino smut #ino smut

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Established Steddie, they have been living together for over a decade, did their best to heal their wounds from the Upside Down and learn to enjoy life again. It's not easy but they do it.

When the Lord of the Rings movies come out, it's actually Steve who suggests watching them to Eddie. He really tries engaging with Eddie's passions, but his focus is not the greatest when it comes to books. That doesn't mean he doesn't listen to Eddie ramble about them though - he knows all about hobbits, second breakfasts, the culture of smoking in the Shire...Eddie admires a lot of characters from the books, but ever since experiencing the Upside Down fuckery, he actually admits that the hobbits had a point. Good food, even better company and good tobacco? What else does one need? It also inspires Steve a few years later to prepare a full day of hobbit-inspired meals for their trilogy marathon when the extended editions come out. But this is about their first time watching the movies.

They both go to the movie theater excited. Steve is familiar with most of the characters, including Eddie's self-admitted crush on Aragorn. And Steve can see why, he can see so much good in all the members of the fellowship. After the first movie, he's wiping his eyes because Boromir deserved better. Eddie has a lot to say about what was lost in adaptation, but Steve knows Eddie loves those movies and would cut off his only remaining nipple before missing the next ones.

The Two Towers have Steve rooting for the ents and he feels strangely touched about how everyone underestimates Pippin, yet it's him who gets the ents to march. He really can't pick a favorite character. He can't wait for the third movie.

They go to the premiere of the Return of the King with Eddie. They secretly hold hands in the last row, and Steve watches the ride of the Rohirrim with bated breath. He clenches his hand in Eddie's when Theoden gets gravely injured, but then Éowyn is there and...oh.

He is staring slack-jawed at the scene. Éowyn's large, terrified eyes, the towering frame of the Witch King. Her posture was fearful, crouched, but still she faced him. And something surfaces in his head, something he's long forgotten.

He's unusually queit when they come back home, he still loves the rest of the movie, almost cries at "my friends, you bow to no one,", then definitely cries at Frodo leaving the Middle Earth. But there is still that something and Eddie can sense it. When they're falling asleep together, Eddie finally asks him. And Steve's had enough time to process what he felt.

"When Éowyn faced the Witch King...it reminded me of what it felt like. I mean, for the first time. I know it's stupid because saw so much unnatural shit, but...it's the first time that I have hard time forgetting," he admits quietly. "She reminded me of me in 1983 so much. I had no clue what I was getting myself into. I thought I'd do the right thing, but then I had a gun pointed at me, they both had blood on their hands...and then it appeared."

Eddie doesn't speak, he only holds Steve closer.

"It was so tall. I remember that petal-like mouth, those teeth, but mostly...I remember the crippling fear. I felt absolutely terrified. I couldn't move. There was even a moment when I thought of running away, but...I couldn't leave them there. Seeing someone go through something similar and being praised for being a hero...it makes me think. I used to be so ashamed for freezing in that moment. For even considering running away. But Éowyn...she was like me." There's awe in his voice and warmth, relief. "She had no idea what she was getting into. She froze. She didn't do everything perfectly and gracefully like Legolas or something, but when it mattered...she did what she had to."

He holds Eddie tighter and asks, almost shyly: "Will it offend you that I think she's my favorite character? Not Aragorn or Sam?"

Eddie just shakes his head and drops a kiss to Steve's hair. "Nah. She suits you well. And you're both amazing."

And if it becomes a silly endearment in their household, that Steve is sometimes called the Shieldmaiden of Hawkins? ("I'm not a maiden, Eddie!" "I'm not calling you a shieldboy or shieldbachelor, Steve!") Then Steve feels a hint of something that he thought he'd renounced, but now, for the first time he feels it's deserved - pride.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steddie drabble #lord of the rings steddie #not proofread I'm sleep deprived af

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vylosinbound · 2 months ago

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Hellish Holidays:

The side characters and MC in the Human World

Part Two

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Thirteen, Mephisto.

Genre: Headcanons / Slice of Life / Romantic Comedy / light suggestiveness

What would happen if you were on vacation with the characters of Obey Me!? Imagine strange, romantic, or embarrassing days with the demon brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Thirteen, and Mephisto.

DIAVOLO

Big city adventures

• Wants to experience everything like a “normal human”… fails gloriously.

• Loves theme parks but has way too much energy.

• Buys expensive souvenirs and calls them “human trinkets.”

• Big affectionate giant, holds your hand constantly.

Mini Scene:

Diavolo: “This is… fascinating! Oh! Can I buy this… whirly thing? What a marvelous creature!”

MC: “That’s… a milk frother.”

He laughs loudly, then picks you up in front of everyone.

Diavolo: “Doesn’t matter! I’ll make you something with it, even if I don’t know how it works!”

BARBATOS

Calm, carefully planned vacation

• Every detail of the trip is already planned to perfection. No surprises, unless he intends them.

• He prepares tea for you no matter where you are, from hidden gardens to quiet park benches.

• Long, silent walks hand in hand are his favorite kind of intimacy.

• He notices your needs before you even voice them. It's almost eerie... and deeply comforting.

Mini scene:

Barbatos hands you a steaming cup of tea as the wind picks up around you.

Barbatos: “I knew you’d need this… precisely now.”

MC: “How do you always know?”

He smiles faintly, eyes twinkling with mystery.

Barbatos: “Let’s just say… I’ve come to understand your desires.”

SOLOMON

Exotic and mysterious city vacations

• Takes you to forgotten places, full of legends and weird history.

• Uses minor magic tricks just to impress you.

• Gets lost in languages and cultures,completely fascinated.

• Loves when you stare at him mid-spell.

Mini scene:

You were both standing before an ancient temple.

Solomon: “Want to know what this says?”

MC: “Translate away, Mr. Wizard.”

He gives you a long look, then tilts your chin.

Solomon: “It says… Kiss me or curse your fate.”

SIMEON

Poetic romance in classic cities

• Writes you short poems every night.

• Master of slow walks and candlelit dinners.

• Gets emotional over art, music, and shared silence.

• You often sit in front of a vast lake, surrounded by silence just to get ideas of what he might write.

Mini scene:

Simeon (while watching the sunset): “I’ve walked for centuries… but nothing ever stopped me like your smile.”

MC: “Practicing for your novel?”

He chuckles softly, then takes your hand.

Simeon: “No. I’m just living my favorite chapter.”

TIRTHEEN

Adventure-filled vacations

• Drags you into haunted parks, escape rooms, ziplining, all the chaos.

• Laughs nonstop. Teases you, but turns deadly serious if someone else flirts.

• Pretends not to want cuddles… then sneaks in for them later.

Mini scene:

Thirteen (after ziplining): “HA! You screamed louder than I did!”

MC: “YOU pushed me before the signal!!”

She gives you a toothy grin and pinches your cheek.

Thirteen: “C’mon, you love it when I push your limits…”

MEPHISTOPHELES

Fancy and slightly snobby vacation

• Books luxury hotels and Michelin-star restaurants only.

• Complains about the crowd and “human stench.”

• Melts if you call him “my love” in public.

• Plays hard to get… then cuddles like a spoiled puppy.

Mini Scene:

Mephisto (raising an eyebrow): “Do I really have to ride this… metro?”

MC (taking his hand): “C’mon, Mr. Nobility. It’ll be fun.”

He grumbles, but doesn’t let go of your hand for a second.

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lurkingshan · 10 months ago

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What are some JBLs you recommend that have good kisses AND a good romance plot

LOL I can hear the pain behind this question, anon. It’s true that a lot of JBLs with a good romance story fail to deliver on the physical intimacy side of things, though that is becoming less and less the norm. I do have some that I think do both reasonably well. I don’t know exactly what “good romance” means to you, but I’m going to assume we’re talking about well-executed romance plots, regardless of the show’s overall genre and focus, where the characters and relationship arc make sense and don’t randomly derail somewhere along the way. Here’s what I got:

I Cannot Reach You

This is a high school friends to lovers (the cream of the crop for that trope, IMO). This is a story about realizing feelings and building the courage to change your most important relationship, so you’ll have to wait a bit to get those kisses but once you do, I think you’ll be pleased.

His

The second chance romance for me. This is a bl film about two men who come back together after a bad breakup and figure out how to make it work. I love them and this story so much.

Old Fashion Cupcake

There’s only one kiss in this short and sweet show, but it’s a real doozy. A super tight workplace age gap romance that knows exactly what it’s doing.

At 25:00 in Akasaka

Two actors who went to college together meet again when they are cast opposite each other in a bl drama, and get tangled up in the blurred lines between their professional and personal relationships. Angst, baby!

The Pornographer

This series features some of the best kissing and sex scenes you will see anywhere in the bl genre, but warning that it’s a twisted and wild ride. There are five installments and you gotta watch them all to see the full picture of the character and romance arcs. It’s so rewarding if you do.

The End of the World With You

From the same mind of the previous entry and similarly hot and wild and weird. This show has more going on than the second chance romance at its core, but it themes come together beautifully.

Tokyo In April Is…

Another second chance romance, this one features a lot of sex but also deals with heavy subject matter, so mind the CWs. It’s one of my favorites of last year and the love story in this one has really stuck with me; it’s beautiful and so hard won.

Love is Better the Second Time Around

This one comes with a disclaimer that it goes off the rails in the final two episodes, but you asked for good kissing so it would feel wrong not to include it. Yet another second chance romance (are you picking up on a theme here?), this one gets two former high school lovers back together as adults to sort out their misunderstandings, lingering feelings, and buckets of sexual tension. It was so good—until it wasn’t.

#i cannot reach you #his the movie #old fashion cupcake #at 25:00 in akasaka #25 ji akasaka de #the pornographer #the end of the world with you #bokura no micro na shuumatsu #tokyo in april is...#love is better the second time around #japanese bl #shan recommends #shan answers

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ma1dita · 6 months ago

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to see the chaos through

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader prev -> star crossing | next -> not your goddess words: 4k summary: (established relationship) The one where he remembers he was never a good guy, just yours. Luke makes the ultimate deal with the devil in order to save you. (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader) a/n: mentions of blood, implied death. im baaaack. fucking finally. read the end scene of solipsism after this if you want something extra (edited)

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Moisture licks at Luke’s heels as he straightens his back, stretching towards the sky in an effort to crack his sore joints. The sprinklers do nothing to ease the sizzling heat on the island and he meets your eyes across the matted rows of greenery.

“You’re getting sunburned, idiot.”

The words fall from your lips with no malice, sweet like the strawberries you’ve been picking in the afternoon sun. Luke’s cheeks are equally red from the sweltering weather, more so now that you lean up to kiss him as you pass by, tossing strawberries into one of the crates with a gentle smile on your face.

Tease.

You’ve got this boy wrapped around your finger, pulling him towards your direction like a lovesick cartoon character with only a simple glance. He watches you stroll away, biting his lip as his eyes trace your figure calling out, “Get back here, pretty girl...” The stupid smirk on his face is outlined with sweat and he grabs the towel from over his shoulder to wipe it away. The son of Hermes follows the sound of your laughter to the next row over, feet moving swiftly through the soft earth passing through snickering children of Demeter until he grabs you from behind and swings you into the air, spinning, spinning….

“LUKE!”

It’s the end of strawberry season, which means that all hands are on deck with picking the rest of the ripe fruit to sell for the front they keep for the mortals that wander too far down Farm Road.

It also means that it’s Luke Castellan’s 19th birthday.

A fit of uncontrollable laughter and falling into your boyfriend’s arms means you’re close enough to count the freckles on his cheeks, speckled across his skin like a map that only you know where it leads.

“You look like a strawberry,” you giggle, poking the tender skin on his face. Luke smiles hard enough for your finger to sink in, the color puckering around the apple of his cheeks, and all of him moves jubilantly as he says, “You look like the love of my life. How about that?” He’s wrapped around you like a vine, hands tracing the skin that peeks out from under your cropped tee and you laugh again—scaring a few crows and sending them scattering into the sky. Summer is your favorite time of year for reasons like this—the days are long and you don’t hate passing time when it means there are more moments for Luke to press his lips against your neck and you swear his smile is seared into your being. Days like this make everything else fade into the background.

A berry hits the side of Luke’s head with a proper thunk and you hear someone retch dramatically.

“Hey dude, the rest of us are miserable here, okay? Get a room and stop macking on my sister.” Castor rolls his eyes, grumbling behind a squeaky wheelbarrow that keeps getting stuck in the dirt as he pushes past you.

Can’t a guy catch a break on his birthday?

Luke pretends to lunge towards him, tongue in cheek when he mutters, “Piss me off and I’ll make sure it’s your room.” You smack Luke’s big head, sending him into a fit of laughter as he raises his hands in defense, “What? Am I wrong?” He’s stepping around you now, grabbing the crate of strawberries from your feet so you don’t have to carry it yourself.

“Dummy. You think Delphi Strawberry Service will be able to sell all of these?” you say mockingly, changing the subject as your cheeks warm. Sweat sticks to you like a second skin, but it doesn’t stop you from grabbing Luke’s free hand, swinging it in the space between your hips as you walk towards the exit.

Luke scoffs, “You mean do you think your dad will keep us working until July? Don’t doubt that at all…”

“THIRTY MINUTES LEFT BEFORE SUNDOWN, EVERYONE!” you call out to a chorus of cheers. Everyone was ready to get the day over with, hands blistered and knees sore from crouching into the bushes—everyone, except Luke, who’d do anything but go down for sleep tonight. He wasn’t even supposed to be on berry duty today, but what else is a guy supposed to do on his big day when he can’t even spend it with you?

This must be the gods’ idea of fun—ordering their spawn around to do the dirty work for them. Delphi Strawberry Service in itself is a scam; so many gods have kids that they don’t want to provide for, and so Camp Half-Blood earns its keep, working hard to make sure there’s enough money for supplies to help stay afloat. New linens, clothes for those that need them, repairs to the infrastructure—all the things children shouldn’t be worrying about in a so-called safe haven.

The gods aren’t very generous with their gifts as legends make it seem, hiding behind fables and fiction, peace offerings, and material throwaways once a year if they’re lucky to get a happy birthday. Or in Luke’s case—even less than that. His dad hasn’t made himself known since his quest, and therefore today is just another day.

Your hand squeezes Luke’s three times to get his attention, “You okay, babe?”

He readjusts the wooden crate he’s been balancing on his shoulder, not realizing that you’ve already reached the dirt path that leads back to the heart of camp, “Mm. Just thinking—hey, where did you want this again?”

“S’not what I asked…” you drone with an upturned quirk of the lip, poking his nose playfully as a strawberry grows from your fingertips. Luke pops it in his mouth with an almost cartoon-like SLURP! making you recoil as your face scrunches up, “Angel…”

“You know, the ones you make are better than anything nature can make right?”

Pulling your finger back from his lips, you give him a skeptical sidelong glance, “Demeter willing. You know you don’t have to flatter me anymore— I’m already your girlfriend.” He sets the crate down on a nearby cart, tugging you closer with the hand tangled to yours, “I know. But I like how shy you get when I do,” he smirks.

“Hey,” you chuckle, grabbing his chin, “I kinda really love you, if that wasn’t obvious enough.” Luke’s hands pull you in by the belt loops of your shorts, thumbs rubbing at your hips and the full-blown smile that takes over his face looks like sunlight parting through clouds on a summer day. You’ve noticed he looks surprised every time you say it as if he’s hearing it for the first time each time—like there’s a part of him that still can’t believe you.

“Couldn’t tell,” he jokes, kissing you anyway. It’s maddening—the feeling of his lips catching onto yours like he’s holding onto every part of you and breathing life into it. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip and you smile in response, letting him in and opening up for him to uncover whatever he wants. Your lip tugs on his bottom one as you pull away just to find him pouting ever so slightly at the disconnect, “Hey…”

“Happy birthday, Lu,” you grin, pulling the towel from his shoulder to wipe the sweat off his forehead. His curls are damp against his skin and he swipes the towel from your hands to swat you with it, “I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve told me that today. What I do want though, is more kisses…” he mumbles, hiding the flush of his cheeks. He doesn’t need a big celebration, or any token of appreciation from his dad—he already has what he needs.

“Or all of you, if you’re feeling generous.”

You stare at him and bite your lip, looking over his shoulder to see the sun slowly dipping past the horizon and maybe there’s enough time… When your eyes lock again, the both of you are wearing wicked grins—he swings your full weight over his shoulder and you shriek in surprise, laughing the whole way back to your cabin.

—-

You’re fast asleep under the floral bedspread with a belly full of cake and exhausted from your own little celebration and Luke can’t find it in him to join you.

Not yet, he’d rather stay up a while longer—-watching you breathe softly in tune with his heartbeat brings more comfort than anything else he’ll have to do. Luke knows he’s safer here, awake and sitting next to you. He watches over you like this most nights now, until his eyes feel heavy and sour with exhaustion until there’s no choice but to close his eyes. Straightening his back and lowering his legs from the top of the desk, it’s as if he’s a soldier standing guard. Perhaps he is in a way, though he’s coming to learn that he cannot protect you from himself.

Luke inspects you from the mess of hair that drapes across the pillow, to how delicate you look when there are no stress lines on your forehead. Sitting under the faint glow of the lamp, his eyes flicker from your sleeping figure to the blank pages in front of him as he hunches over the small space he’s carved out for himself in your room. The clock’s red glow reaches his fingers as he reaches for a pen on the corner of the desk. He needs a break.

12:14am.

It’s not his birthday anymore and Hermes couldn’t bother to even send a card this time. Luke wonders what about him repels his father—is it the fact he looks exactly like his mother? Or is it the fact that everything else about Luke is all him? His perfect son, the ultimate reminder of what could’ve been with May Castellan.

What does it mean to be made in the gods’ favor?

A classic hero’s tale, a life measured by the list of his accomplishments instead of being seen as what he was at the beginning of this—a child who wanted to be loved.

Luke knows what it’s like to be loved now—everything he knows about love is from learning to love you, which isn’t a lot, but he’s trying. His resolve is as steady as the hand that holds his pen now as he clicks it methodically. Maybe if his parents weren’t dysfunctional, maybe if he knew how to do this better—to exist better and make them proud, maybe his life would’ve had a different outcome.

Maybe his only option wouldn’t have to be to kneel to a titan.

But would he still have you?

Luke purses his lips and flattens his palm against the paper, a crisp sound in the silence of your room sounding like a thunderclap as he thinks of what to write. This doesn’t even matter, in the grand scheme of things. The collection of scribbles collect dust in a box under his bed and there are no imminent plans to post mail to his hometown of Westport, but there is a type of gratification that comes with being able to put down the thoughts he cannot say aloud. He’s never been too good with words. In another life, maybe his mother would be able to listen—to advise, sympathize, and do as mothers do.

But for now, this will have to do.

He even finds himself writing down everything he can’t tell you.

Luke’s lost count of the times he’s cried himself to sleep in reverent prayer, the hunger pains from throwing his meals into the hearth—anything to apologize to his father and ask for it all back. Even now as he tries to find the words, he doesn’t know what this is.

A confession?

An apology?

An explanation, perhaps—if everything gets fucked and goes to hell as most of his plans do, he wants someone, anyone to know the truth. Luke’s odds are slim and he’s used to getting by with the skin of his teeth. But he wants more now—and if Luke Castellan is anything, he’s determined.

You shift in your dream state, turning over in bed to face him and Luke smiles softly as he watches you. These past few months have felt like gasping for air from the moment he wakes to the moment he gives into the nightmares. They come as easy as breathing, whispers in his head pressing for him to make a move—to prepare for an inevitable war that will start and end with him. Being asleep feels like freefalling and he can only anticipate when he’s about to crash. This has to work.

You have been nothing but kind to him, through the shuddery breaths in the middle of the night and cranky fits in the mornings. You are resilience personified; Luke is so sure of it—but the thing is, it makes him angry. Love is not written in the stars, he thinks, and if he has to weave the cosmos by hand to work in your favor, he’ll find a way. Luke knows that above all, he does not want to lose your love.

Sleep pricks at the corners of his vision now, threatening to loosen the pen in his grip. He sniffs, adjusting his weight on the chair, and glances your way again, and then back at the paper on the desk, beginning to write.

Mama,

As I’m writing this letter, I fear that I’ve put the final nail in my coffin. It doesn’t feel that way right now—as I watch my girl snore softly against her pillow and the moon kisses her cheek in a way that I know I won’t be able to for much longer. I’m taking these last few quiet moments to admire and be grateful for what I have before I earn it back.

A temporary loss will be worth forever with my soulmate.

From the little I know about life and the amount of time I know I’ll spend loving her, I’m learning that soulmates are people who need all that you are and all that you already have in life. This trouble is proof enough. Everyone here at camp rarely sees one of us without the other, and Chris said that he wouldn’t be surprised if we came from the same star. But I think she’s vastly different than me and better for it. She is a different breed—something only an author can even begin to describe and much less be able for any regular person to comprehend.

She exudes love for her family, friends, and even strangers. I often wonder what I ever did in a past life to deserve the experience, but if that was ever in my control, I must have done something right.

So this will have to be my last letter for now.

I have a lot of work to do to become the man she deserves. The glory is within reach—and with her by my side, I want to have it all.

Who else could help me best the gods better than a titan?

I’m afraid there’s not much more for me to tell you—whatever comes after this, I hope she can tell you herself. I hope you find each other, and be proud of the things I’ll do to create the change we want to see in this world. I know the both of you love stories—I’ll need my best girls to take care of one another while I’m gone.

I’m scared out of my wits, Mama, but I don’t blame you for any of this. I know now that you’ve always seen this coming.

Your son is destined for greatness.

I never got to say this before I left, but I’m proud to be yours. The legacy I leave will show all of them how much I love both of you.

Even if you both end up hating me for it.

I already do.

Luke

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He stirs at the sound of you tiptoeing around your room, rubbing his eyes to see you throwing your clothes on. You’re a blur in the early light that peeks through the curtains, almost obscured by the shadows and catch your hip on the bedpost as you tug a boot on, “Fuck!”

“Baby?” he murmurs. His voice is thickly coated with sleep and crackles like fire, “What’s going on?”

“Didn’t mean to wake you, angelface,” you whisper, kissing his forehead lightly when you lean over his crumpled frame to grab your watch from the nightstand, “go back to sleep”. Luke chases after another kiss, leaning up like how sunflowers stretch towards the light—his thumb presses your chin down to let your lips linger against his.

“Still early, T.”

He watches you from his spot on the bed as you make your way to the door, glancing at the mirror, “Something’s wrong, Luke. There was an accident in the forge last night,” you pause, looking at him through the reflection, “someone’s dead.”The curtains push open with a screech, and Luke sits up abruptly.

“Who?”

Sniffing, you turn around to meet his eyes, “Someone from 9—I don’t know. I need to talk to my dad and sort it out.” Luke calmly pulls himself out from under your duvet, tugging his shorts back on in silence.

“Where do you need me?”

Your eyes travel around the room like ricocheting ping-pong balls, stepping forward to gently ease him back onto the mattress, “I need you,” you muse softly, “to go back to sleep. What time did you get to bed last night?” Squeezing his shoulders, Luke looks at you with a sidelong glance, resting his cheek against your wrist, “Don’t worry about it.”

“But I do. I worry about you all the time.”

“Well, that’s my job—the worrying,” he swallows, stamping his lips against your pulse point, “I want to be there.” Luke tugs you closer, letting you melt onto him with a sigh and you whisper, “Don’t think we’re done with this conversation, Castellan.” Tugging at his scalp to meet him eye to eye—he swears you might be able to see right through his facade.

“Castellan. Must be a serious conversation then,” he murmurs, wiping the sheen of drool off the side of your lip. Scoffing, you stand back up and toss a fresh shirt at him, “You can’t run from me forever. I mean it. Get to the forge and make sure the surrounding area is barred off. No one’s been in there yet, the nymph that walked in got spooked and ran off. I need to wake up Charlie and get him to the Big House before everyone else wakes up.”

The orange fabric glides over his head onto his shoulders and he momentarily loses sight of you. You’re in the doorway now, blowing him a kiss, “See you in an hour, tops. And then we’ll talk about what’s been keeping you up at night.”

“I don’t know why you keep asking me that when the answer is always you!” Luke chuckles, taking the easy way out of the situation at hand.

“Not all the time. Surely, you’ll tell me her name later?” you chide as you make your exit. He laughs to himself.

If only you knew.

—

Luke takes his time getting ready for the day, thinking of last night. He had been promised the world and more, but only had one negotiation.

He asked Kronos for you to not get hurt.

Luke felt like a fool—to humbly ask a titan to not kill his girlfriend so that he could be the soldier that was needed of him. And he was presented two options: to have you join them, or to have you be cast away.

“She has control over insanity, you say?” Kronos’ voice rumbled through the dark hall. It was their established meeting point in Luke’s mind, somewhere where he could keep the titan separate from his thoughts of you.

“She’s not part of this, sir. I said that already,” Luke grits, steeling his resolve.

“And why not? She’s the bastard spawn of a lunatic. Either we make use of her, or you leave. There are no distractions that will interfere with this plan, Luke. I won’t allow it.”

He clenches his jaw, “She’s…” he swallows, “too weak. She has a family, and people she cares about–it won’t be easy for her to turn. No one’s hurt her yet.” Luke thinks about your tumultuous relationship with Mr. D—and how at the core of it, tough love is still love.

He can’t say the same about himself with his father.

“Yet.”

The silence hangs between him and Kronos, and Luke slowly nods. No one will hurt you like he will, he knows this. He also knows that no one can love you like he does now. Two things can be true at the same time, even if they both hurt.

“The more you have the more you desire, Luke,” the titan rumbles, “it’s best to cut your ties before we’re in the thick of it.”

“I will, when the time comes,” Luke says solemnly, knowing what he has to do.

When he finally treks toward the armory that morning, the air around him is almost revitalizing, crisp, and cool with goosebumps cascading across his arms. The main door creaks open with a tired whine as he moves swiftly towards the scene of the crime. It reeks of blood now, pungent and metallic—Luke is careful to mind his step as he reaches what he came for.

Stepping over the body, he averts his eyes toward the gleaming sword in the child’s grasp.

Backbiter.

It’s heavier than he thought it would be, carrying the means to an end of everything both mortal and immortal. Celestial bronze and tempered steel feel delightful in his hands once he rips it out of the pale hand of its creator. There’s a sense of power that reverberates through the air as his new weapon takes its position, slotted against his hip.

Time is in Luke’s hands now, to manipulate and play with—for once, he’s in control of his fate. No deadbeat god of luck required. Brown eyes flicker to the stone floor, kicking the skinny arm of the slain Hephaestus kid aside. Mary, he thinks her name was— a tiny little thing who didn’t speak much. It was easy to dote on her with his charming smile and concerned counselor act that he throws on for the younger ones. She was like putty in his hands, pliable and willing to impress THE camp hero. The thought almost makes him laugh.

So he does.

“Sorry,” Luke mutters, void of feeling anything. It’s too late to feel bad now—though he can technically rewind through time if he wanted to, it wouldn’t be for her. Luke’s meddling with enough as it is—he decides he’ll do something fun instead.

He deserves this really, choosing something for himself.

But the choice is still you. Luke thinks about where he wants to go first—to seal the deal with Kronos by seeing a future you, happy in the world he created. The veins in his arms flex as he slashes through the air with his new gift, a smile cutting through the jagged scar on his cheek.

As the wind whips through his hair and everything goes dark, he realizes that there’s a part of him that gets it now—why Hermes likes to travel through time so much. Time is elastic when it’s not linear, he feels himself floating between seconds, hurtling towards you, and feeling like he’s in a tube on a lazy river. It’s almost unusual, but to Luke, time sort of feels like a father’s embrace. Or maybe what he imagines it to be like.

When he opens his eyes, he sees you standing in front of a mirror across the room—knowing now that this will be his biggest break yet.

—

“You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.” -Victor Hugo

#made by ma1dita ♥︎#luke castellan x reader #trouble!verse #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader #luke castellan x dionysus!reader

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