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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 17 ✨🚀

[5.4k words, 20min. read - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - Jisung x Fem. Reader - NSFW/Smut - Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Hooking Up, Navigating Feelings, Platonic(?) Intimacy, Ominous Plot Hints, Reader has a Another Terrible Idea, We Have to Figure Out What to Do on Sentury Station, Dressing Up, Crumbs of Backstory, Who the Hell Knows What Minho is Thinking, Chan is Not Completely a Dick?, Always Check the Tags]

[Author's Note: This is the end of season 2! Stay tuned for polls and updates about the series. Thanks as always for coming along for the ride! 💕]

[Author's Note #2: This episode is late! Voting closes on Saturday, 10 pm PST]

[Episodes on Fridays 7pm pst, Polling closes Saturdays 7pm pst]

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You were frustrated, hungry, and disappointed.

And confused.

Because the disappointment didn’t feel just like disappointment. Maybe you felt a little heartbroken, finding out that you were likely never going to see Seungmin again after his negotiations at Sentury.

But for now, you were hungry.

You surveyed the kitchen, hoping to see if Jeongin had left a plate out for you. Finding none, you checked the warmer. There was a plate inside, but it’d been picked clean, leaving a sad corpse of dinnerware covered in crumbs. Dejected, you grabbed an energy bar and nibbled on it while you walked back to your cabin.

In the cool air of the workshop, Felix was reclined in the hammock set up by the workbench, hanging all the way down from the catwalk. Changbin was preoccupied tuning up the four-wheeler. Someone, at some point, had written “PLACE FELIX HERE” in the middle of a circle on the cargo basket, the permanent marker ink shiny in the overhead lamps.

Just when you thought you’d slink by, letting the duo go about their business in peace, Felix’s smooth voice made you pause.

“You excited to go to the Station?”

When you turned back around, Changbin was chuckling and shaking his head. “You know it’s only folks who’ve never been that are excited to go,” he teased Felix.

The ranger’s giggle was deep, comforting despite being foreboding. He lazily kicked his feet where they hung over the side of the hammock. “Doesn’t mean she can’t be excited to dock tonight. She’s never been, after all.”

You hopped up to sit on the workbench. From here, you could see Felix looked a little bashful, maybe surprised that he and Changbin were back to bantering. But your confusion multiplied.

“Wait,” you shook your head, “tonight? I thought we were docking tomorrow!”

Felix and Changbin looked at each other, and then at you. The blonde pointed to another digital screen, like the one in the galley, this one on the wall by the door back out to the common area. Sure enough, the time and date had changed to Galactic Standard. The ship must’ve passed a Federation satellite at some point.

You were internally screaming, but you tried to remain calm on the outside. “Well,” you heavily sighed. “I’m not even sure what to expect at Sentury. All I know is the Station is huge and there’s some casinos.”

“Some casinos?!” Changbin roared out a laugh, popping his head out from where it was focused on the four-wheeler’s engine. “There’s dozens of casinos at Sentury, maybe even a hundred. You’ll find some of the best gambling of your life there.”

“It was our home base for a few months,” Felix clarified. “Some great nightlife there, if you’re into that. They don’t even follow a day-night cycle, so you’ll run into folks out having a good time or the worst night of their life at all hours.”

You somewhat recalled this, that Felix and Changbin were a team before joining Chan. Something about Changbin rigging slot machines and Felix shaking down tourists and high rollers.

“Well I’m excited to go,” Changbin snickered to himself. “Always something going on. We just have to finish prepping first.”

The urge to share everything that had gone down was nagging at you. Felix and Changbin were clearly experts on Sentury, but you were more than a little wary of how eager Changbin was to cause some ruckus, apparently.

“Do you need any help?” you cautiously asked. “Preparing, that is.”

A soft sigh could be heard from the hammock. “I still have to do inventory and secure the lockers,” Felix explained. “Anything bigger than a blaster needs to be deactivated or emptied before we disembark. I don’t think we need any help–”

“Or,” Changbin stiffly cut in, “maybe you could ask Nova to do the thing.”

“The thing?” you repeated.

Felix’s blonde head peeked out from the hammock. “Chan just asked if I could grab a trunk we nabbed from Floree Outpost out of the cargo hold. You don’t want to–”

“Sure!” you instantly nodded before you hopped off the workbench. “It’s no problem at all.” You could sense Changbin’s concern over Felix, and what could it hurt? There wasn’t anything to do before docking tonight.

You strode over to the mini-lift down to the cargo hold in the workshop, hearing your racing heart booming in your chest while you descended.

Tonight.

All this groundwork you wanted to do had to be done as soon as possible.

You punched the button for the lights when the lift hit the ground. The cargo hold was still an indecipherable mess in your eyes. If there was any method to the madness, you’d yet to find it. You entered the winding labyrinth of crates and boxes, trying to figure out what the hell you were looking for when you came across your old boots.

They smelled like your old apartment, something you never even considered to have a smell before.

What had it been, a week? A very long, exciting, terrifying week?

It felt like you’d been away from T’kaarm for decades.

“Looking for something?” came a voice, making you look up from the maze of cargo.

Hyunjin was leaning out of his cabin from under the stairs. You waved in greeting although you weren’t quite sure why, but Hyunjin waved back.

“A trunk? Apparently?” you asked. “From Floree Outpost?”

The appraiser nodded dutifully and made a bee-line down a path of crates. You could somewhat see him moving things out of the way, shuffling items around before he came up with a giant foot locker. The thing was gaudy, shiny magenta with gold curlicues decorating it and brass hardware. A large combo lock was on the side handle.

“Exciting,” Hyunjin laughed. “If Chan wants this, something interesting must be going on. Been hearing funny stuff about Sentury lately.”

There was that nagging feeling again, but just like with Changbin, Hyunjin came with his own risks. The appraiser was way too gossipy for your preference to ask for his help, even if he knew just about everything.

“You excited to go for the first time?” Hyunjin asked, leaning on a pile of crates.

“Er, I think so,” you waffled. “I hear there’s great night life.”

Hyunjin let out a guffaw, his laugh bright and airy. “Who told you that? Felix?”

You sheepishly nodded before Hyunjin walked back in the direction of his cabin, waving you over after him. “I love those two, him and Changbin.” Hyunjin picked up his tablet and typed something in before presenting it to you. On the screen were two mugshots: Felix, having the time of his life with a big grin on his face, and Changbin, quietly proud and giving a dazzling smolder for the camera.

Some time had clearly passed since then. Felix’s hair was a daring shade of blue, while Changbin’s was a cute chestnut brown. Felix even had some cute extra piercings and a large love bite on his throat, while Changbin was apparently hiding all sorts of tattoos under his long-sleeve shirts if the mugshot was anything to go by.

“Look at ‘em,” Hyunjin cooed. “Felix is blacklisted from practically half the clubs and bars in Sentury, and Changbin’s not even allowed on a casino floor. Any of them.”

“Shouldn’t they have made bank then?” you wondered out loud.

Hyunjin shook his head. “They didn’t hit all these establishments, mind you, they just created enough of a reputation to become a preemptive issue. Keep a close eye on them when we disembark, and if anyone asks where they are–”

“I don’t know anything,” you innocently raised your hands.

“Exactly,” praised Hyunjin while he looked at his wristwatch. “Now come on; it’s almost time for dinner.”

You spied the time he was looking at. “Dinner?! It was just breakfast!”

“A good crewmate is hungry when the clock says to be,” Hyunjin chided. “Much to learn, rookie.”

You sighed and returned to the trunk to haul it upstairs, fully prepared to drag it over to the lift before you realized that it was actually surprisingly light. It was difficult to figure out what was inside the foot locker; nothing was rattling inside. The most awkward part of getting it up to the common area was simply the size of the thing, trying to maneuver it up the tight staircase. You had to admit, you were still hungry.

Something smelled amazing when you got up to the galley, and you dropped the trunk by the booth before heading into the kitchen. It appeared that Jeongin was finishing getting everything set.

“Looks good, chef,” you complimented, peeking over his shoulder to the stew he had going on the stove.

“Thanks,” he humbly replied. “I’m getting more comfortable not having Felix right here to help me.”

You raised a curious eyebrow. “Didn’t do much cooking before this?”

Jeongin shook his head. “Never got a chance to learn, so Felix has been teaching me.”

“You’re doing great,” you reassured him.

“Excited to go to Sentury?” the cabin boy asked. “I’m a little nervous, honestly.”

“What?” you involuntarily laughed. “You’ve never been?!”

“No!” Jeongin laughed back, his eyes turning up into charming crescents. “Last time we passed through, Chan refused to let me go, ‘for my own good,’ he said.”

Internally, and although you’d never admit it, you commended the captain a little bit for that one.

“It’s funny,” Jeongin continued, “Lee told me something similar recently, like, when he was still in the brig. He said I should be getting off the ship and exploring as much as possible, also ‘for my own good’.”

“Is that what made you look for Jisung back on Phaborus?” you smirked. He simply nodded in return. “And were you nervous?”

“A little,” he admitted. “I know it makes me sound like a pussy, but just a little.”

“Nonsense,” you shook your head resolutely. “Doing shit when you’re nervous helps you to not be nervous the next time.”

The cabin boy smiled again, softening his sharp features, but the mention of Minho turned the wheels in your head. It felt a little selfish, but it was worth trying when you had a chance.

“Want help? I can take Minho’s food to him.”

“Sure!” Jeongin brightly agreed. “Gives me a chance to eat. Do you remember the combo?”

He asked as if you ever knew. When you shook your head, he dug in his pocket and fished out a keycard, just like the one Chan had given you. You tried not to squeal in excitement when you quickly fixed a bowl for Minho and rushed off.

Thoughts were racing through your head before you stumbled into the workshop, apparently interrupting something when you heard Felix curse from the loft. He and Changbin ducked down behind the couch, and you surreptitiously ran into the alcove between your and Minho’s cabins. You took a moment, though, pausing to make sure you had a game plan, a stance you were actually holding.

It sucked to think that Minho set you up.

Largely, you admitted to yourself, because the idea was ridiculous. In order for that to happen, Minho had to have made sure the ring not only made it to you in the first place, but that you would make it onto the ship. Yes, it was convenient that the crew got the lead, picked up Minho, and then picked you up, and you had it – but it was only that. Convenient. And conveniences did happen, you reminded yourself.

You beeped open Minho’s door to find him examining his stubble in the mirror again, but not the one on his closet door. He was sat on the windowsill. Someone, at some point, had not only brought Minho a change of clothes, but a hand mirror and a razor. He looked comfy and refreshed in some cargo pants and a hoodie.

“Remind me what you said about facial hair the other day?” you nonchalantly asked. You helped yourself to a bite of food from his bowl, marveling for a second that Jeongin did do a good job.

“Dunno,” Minho shrugged, “but I miss growing it. When was the last time that you saw a Marine with a beard?”

You shrugged back. Actually, you don’t think you’d ever seen a member of the Federation military with facial hair. Minho cleaned off his razor in a cup of water at his side.

“That’s because,” he continued, pulling the skin on his chin taut, “they neutralize the follicles on your face in orientation. Hurts like a motherfucker, but it’s supposed to enforce dress code. Takes some folks years to grow it reliably again. I’m still patchy as hell.”

You watched Minho shave for a little bit, lamenting that it maybe was somewhat attractive.

But you wanted to calm that relentless thought in your mind.

“Hey,” you bluntly changed the subject, “my Clessorian ring. Did you know about it before I came aboard? Like, did you know it was on T’kaarm?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Minho staunchly answered.

“Was it ever in your possession?”

Minho rinsed his razor in the water cup beside him and patted his chin dry with his hoodie. “Sure was,” he nodded. “You done eating my food?”

You swallowed your spoonful of stew before handing the bowl to him. “And what did you do with the ring?”

The bounty met your gaze but it was hard to read. “I got rid of it. Too much trouble. You excited to go to the Station?”

This was a satisfying enough answer for you. You walked back to the door. “Not really,” you shrugged.

“Smart girl,” he praised. “I knew I liked you.”

Minho was giving you an odd look. You pointed at the bowl in his hands. “Your food’s getting cold,” you told him, before you promptly left.

The loft was empty, the workshop was empty, and the galley was empty when you entered it. You scarfed down a quick bite to eat before you crept upstairs. The boys were all assembled in the back of the bridge, with the trunk from Floree Outpost at the center. Hyunjin, Changbin, and Felix were all squished together on the couch. Chan sat at his console. You could hear faint music from the nav office, implying Seungmin was busily at work inside. Mysteriously, Jeongin and Jisung were nowhere to be seen.

Beyond the front window, a gargantuan, revolving, metal mass of a space station could be seen in the distance. This had to be Sentury.

“Enough bullshit,” Changbin ribbed. “We finally get to see what’s in this thing?” The mechanic pointed at the trunk.

Meanwhile, Chan pointed at you.

“It’s for Nova,” he cryptically explained. He tried the combo once before he broke the cheap lock with his bionic hand. Inside the tacky trunk was a tangle of fabric, all shiny and satiny textiles. The captain pulled out a couple items, revealing them to be showy dresses, the kind you’d wear to nightclubs.

Well, not you, but the kind that you could wear.

Chan plonked the dresses into your hands. You scanned the room, confused, and caught Seungmin peeking from the nav office.

The crew were tittering and giggling. “So,” Hyunjin grinned, “it’s true about Sentury, then?”

“Is what true?!” you demanded.

The captain waved a dismissive hand at you, and then at the peanut gallery. “So we grabbed this trunk off a couple resort hostesses back on Floree Outpost,” he flippantly explained. “Pick one or two outfits you like, just to last you until you find something at the Station. And you’ll need to name an escort from the crew.”

“Excuse me?” you gawked, your arms limp in front of you.

“That’s new,” grumbled Changbin. He dug in his pocket, counted a couple credits, and placed them in Hyunjin’s waiting hand, having apparently lost some wager.

You spiked the dresses at Chan’s face. “Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? What’s with the dresses? Why do I need an escort?!”

“It’s fine, babe,” Felix soothed you. You and Chan both turned to face him. “This happens sometimes with regime changes. Whoever runs the Entertainment Bureau gets to make the rules. One time, the Director was super into bikes so everyone was big on street racing for a bit, you know?”

“Okay, sure,” you huffed. “But what changed for there to be assigned escorts now?”

Chan mumbled something and you whipped around to look at him again. He met your eye and reluctantly began explaining. “From what I gather, the Director must have one hell of a crew of dancers or hostesses or something because ladies have preference on the Station. Their own security checkpoints, their own transports, their own reserved sections in bars, clubs, even casinos–”

“And still no decent shopping, I bet,” Felix complained. Changbin and Hyunjin nodded in agreement.

The captain shot the three a look, gaining their silence before continuing. “The escorts have been used before, when valuable cargo was moving through Sentury. It’s basically naming your one trusted contact. If you have this escort around, they’re permitted with you, no questions asked. If someone’s with you who isn’t your escort, they can be separated from you at any time.”

“And what if I don’t name one?” you asked.

“Apparently,” he began, “one will be assigned to you. From our crew or from the Station, I don’t know which. On the flip, I’ve actually heard of cases where an escort isn’t even named, but instead a crew member is indicted. Can you fucking imagine? Even a whole crew one time, holy shit.’

“Maybe they deserved it,” Felix shrugged.

The captain and the ranger began bickering while you regarded the dresses in the trunk. Not to be that person, but you never really had the occasion to dress up back home. You sneakily pawed through the trunk while the boys were busy arguing, sort of indulging and taking a look. One little number did catch your eye, a slinky, shimmery, champagne-hued dress.

“Is that the one?” Chan asked, almost warmly, but catching you off-guard nonetheless. “Try it on!”

“Now?” you whined.

“He has a point, love,” Changbin admitted. “Don’t want you looking frumpy when we disembark. We can make adjustments but we can’t do magic.”

“Fine,” you huffed, ready to turn heel down the stairs.

“Oh my god,” the captain grumbled, “just try it on here, you prude. None of us are looking, no one is gonna care.”

You were this close to tearing Chan a new asshole, breaking his knees based on principle alone… but he sort of had a point. He’d said you were part of the crew. The crew all lived in these tight quarters, seeing each other in various states of undress on regular occasions – why shouldn’t you act like part of the crew?

“Whatever,” you relented. “But if I hear one catcall, it’s gonna be a bloodbath.”

“Such big talk coming from you,” Hyunjin giggled, sliding off the couch and looking through the trunk himself. Changbin and Felix were reading something on the appraiser’s tablet. Chan even had his hands over his eyes, rich coming from the one man present who’d seen you naked.

Regardless, you were modest about it. You turned around, swiftly slipping off your shirt and pulling on the dress, finding just enough stretch in the fabric to fit around your shoulders and hug you around your waist. Then you tugged off your bottoms, yanking them over your sneakers. You turned back around, admitting to yourself that you felt really good in the garment – when you noticed Seungmin staring. His cheeks rouged immediately, his face going pink when he tried to look busy and not like he was just watching you change.

The boys all turned their attention to you when they no longer heard your clothes shuffling. Chan looked you up and down but didn’t say a word, while Felix and Changbin nodded their approval. Hyunjin, meanwhile, nudged your hip with a pair of high heels from where he was digging in the trunk. Once again, they were in your size despite never confirming it for him.

“Oh, no,” you refused, “I’m not ready for that.”

“Then practice, you maniac,” Chan complained, taking the heels from Hyunjin and pressing them into your hands. You scooped up your clothes from the floor. “Go practice, make sure you’re presentable, and pick an escort,” the captain directed.

You sighed hot into your chest as you defeatedly nodded, turning so you could head down the stairs.

This was a lot to take in all at once.

Just like you’d considered who to conspire on Jisung’s lead with, now you were wondering who to name as your escort. They’d have unquestioned permission to accompany you.

Did that mean you could force someone to help you?

Like… if you named Seungmin?

Or you could even indict someone, apparently.

Could you even… name Minho as your escort?

That’d probably make Chan snap. Hilarious.

A rush of footsteps in the stairwell startled you, and you turned to see Hyunjin jogging down to the galley. He held out an equally gaudy train case he must’ve found in the trunk.

“Chan, that idiot,” Hyunjin smirked, “he didn’t think to give you these.” He opened the case, revealing a mess of costume jewelry, hair clips, and makeup. He then produced a small clutch purse from under his arm and held it out in his other hand. “You’re going to look amazing. Don’t overthink it.”

The appraiser pushed the case into the growing pile in your hands before heading back down the stairs to his room in the cargo hold. You were left alone with a lot to figure out. Dazed, you walked back to your cabin, lost in thought – when you ran face first into Jisung, leaving his room. He looked particularly cozy today, with a tank top and some shorts, with a backwards baseball cap holding his fringe back. It was still taking some adjusting to see him without the eyepatch.

The pilot looked thoroughly caught, his eyes wide and his face paling, which interested you until his eyes shifted down from yours, down your collarbones and onto the dress.

“I, uhm,” you struggled to explain, “I have to name an escort.”

Jisung’s eyes lit up and he pumped his fist a little. “Fuck yes,” he cursed in celebration. “I fucking told Changbin. But… are you going to disembark? Like that?”

The look you gave must’ve been brutal with how Jisung clammed up. It didn’t help that, following your criteria, you were still pissed at him. “Er, I mean,” he babbled, reaching forward and brushing a tendril of your hair out of your face. “I just think you can do something nice, really look the part, you know?”

You continued to stare, confused. Jisung sighed helplessly and grabbed your elbow, herding you into his cabin and closing the door. He sat you down at his desk, where he had a small standing mirror that you could see yourself in. The pilot brushed his fingers through your hair, a bizarrely soothing sensation, and began parting it and sweeping your hair in different directions. When you were about to ask him what the hell he was up to, he pointed at the train case.

“What’s in there?”

Instead of answering, you simply clicked open the case and gestured for him to take a look. Jisung peered inside, stroking his chin, and then picked out a couple pins before grabbing a hairbrush. Now you could no longer hold back the question you were dying to ask.

“Jisung,” you pestered, reaching back and grabbing his hand, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“I dated a couple dancers before,” he shrugged. “You pick up a thing or two. And you deserve to look nice, don’t you think?”

Stunned wasn’t exactly the right word here, but it’s what came to mind. Jisung whipped your hair up into a casual updo with some loose tendrils framing your face, and then dug into the train case. He held up a few options before holding up two sets of simple earrings for you. When you picked the modest golden hoops, he grabbed a matching bracelet and slipped it on your wrist. You sat still when he applied some light makeup, adding just a little drama to your eyes and a hint of shimmering highlight.

It was ridiculous, how your heart skipped a beat when you looked in the mirror.

You reminded yourself to stay pissed at Jisung.

“Alright,” he nodded approvingly. “Now the heels.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you stubbornly shook your head. “I haven’t worn heels in years–”

“It’s like riding a bike!” Jisung refuted. “Besides, look at these. Wide platform, ankle strap, chunky heel – you’re going to be perfectly fine. May I?”

You swallowed hard when Jisung knelt down and spun you in his desk chair so you were facing him. He pulled off your ratty sneakers and delicately slipped your right foot into the shoe before buckling the ankle strap, and then repeated the process with the left. Jisung’s gaze felt piercing when he looked up at you, and you caught yourself feeling all vulnerable again. He got up to his feet and stepped back.

“Well?” he asked. “Is it true? You can’t walk in heels?”

A small sigh escaped your lips before you got up.

You took a confident step forward–

But you over thought it. Your weight shifted weirdly, sending you stumbling over your own feet and into Jisung’s quick arms, where he awkwardly caught you but shifted you over so it looked more like he was dipping you during a waltz.

You blinked at him, haloed by the lamp in his room. “It’s too bad I’m still mad at you,” you joked halfheartedly, “because that was pretty smooth.”

“Yeah,” Jisung nodded, a little dazed. “It’s a good thing you’re still mad at me, because you look amazing.”

“Thanks,” you replied, trying to crack a lighthearted smile, “I just got my hair done.”

In a moment of terror, you realized that Jisung was leaning in towards you, and you pushed a hand into his face, smushing him back and off of you until you were properly standing up on your feet again.

You were both a little out of breath. “You, er,” you fumbled, “you didn’t formally pitch a plan to me yet, remember?”

“You’re right,” Jisung agreed, nodding and taking your hand in his. The tension was ballooning in your chest. “Can I talk to you?”

Your chin dipped in a weak nod while you leaned back to sit against Jisung’s desk, but he followed you, stepping between your knees. The following minutes were dead silent. Jisung tentatively kissed your cheek, which you permitted. He then brazenly slid his arms around your waist, and you gasped when he kissed your neck.

“I wanted to see if you’re interested in a plan of mine,” Jisung explained into your skin, his voice breathy and needy.

“Yeah?” you replied, way too into this already. Your breath hitched when his teeth grazed your pulse.

“I know a guy, at the place I mentioned, Sunrise Casino–”

“How many guys do you know?” you teased. Jisung’s fingertips pressed tough into your waist, despite his muffled chuckle.

“I know a guy, okay?” he repeated. “He just works a door, but he’s a guy. And I haven’t heard from him in weeks–”

Jisung exclaimed as you grabbed onto his tank top, reeling him in and kissing him properly. He melted into you then, spreading your knees so he could slide between them. His fingertips found their way down below your waist, and you hissed out a curse when you felt him tease his touch inside of you.

“Okay,” you breathlessly nodded while you pushed his shorts down under his erection, “so you haven’t heard from your guy. What then?”

You gasped into Jisung’s mouth when he kissed you again, his tongue hotly writhing against yours while he pulled his fingers out to massage the tip of his hard length against your entrance.

“What then, Jisung?” you repeated, teasing him to keep up with your little game. He sank into you then, pulling a full-bodied moan out of both of you.

“Then,” he groaned, “that means I have to rely on the one other guy I have at the moment, a jewelry dealer. He should have some direction for us to go and try to find the safety deposit box while we try to build some contacts on the inside, grease some palms and gather some intel– oh fuck–”

Jisung shuddered, getting a little distracted fucking you in earnest on his desk. He thrust into you hard, almost grinding his hips into you so he could really rub into your sweet spot. You kissed down his neck, sucking a little love bite into his collarbones. His eyes were squeezed shut, savoring the sensation of your walls enveloping his cock, and you reached up, cupping his face and encouraging him to watch you.

“Come on, tell me the rest,” you urged.

“Then, once we get a solid lead on the whereabouts of the payload,” Jisung panted, “we’ll have to decide if it’s smarter to go after it ourselves or try to make a deal–”

“That is the simplest, most run-of-the-mill plan I’ve ever heard,” you giggled, but cried out when Jisung kissed you hard again.

“It’s harder when I don’t have a guy, okay?” whined Jisung. “I gotta start all over again, do some groundwork–”

“Then I can help you,” you offered, whimpering when Jisung started pounding into you at just the right angle.

“Then I did it?” he asked eagerly. “You’re not pissed at me anymore?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I’m not pissed at you anymore, just make me cum, holy shit–”

Jisung nodded obediently, desperately grasping onto your hips and consistently thrusting into you at a steady enough rhythm. Almost risking ruining it, he sucked a thumb into his mouth before leaning you back and caressing your clit. You tensed then, grabbing onto his arm and crying out when you hit your climax. You were seeing spots, you finished so hard. Jisung came a moment afterwards, pulsing inside of you and practically collapsing, limp, on top of you where you were uncomfortably half-reclined on his desk.

The two of you took a minute to catch your breath, with Jisung’s lips buried in your neck and tickling you when he breathed. At some point, his ball cap fell off, and your hands ran through his hair and massaged the back of his neck.

“I guess that just means you need to name an escort then,” he mumbled against your skin.

Even though you were dazed, you still tried to consider this.

But you were still seeing spots.

Well, no you weren’t.

You saw a spot.

A light. On Jisung’s talk box by the door.

Someone was listening to you.

Your eyes widened in horror at this realization, but you kept this to yourself.

You were landing soon, and you needed to name an escort.

And some asshole was spying on your conversation.

You considered your options again. Jisung was an obvious choice, but it made sense to widen your resource pool. There was Seungmin, obviously. Even though he had business on the Station, maybe he’d actually help you if you named him. There was also Hyunjin, who was a clear wealth of knowledge despite being a gossip. You even humored the idea of naming Jeongin, who was green enough that you knew he’d help you with little to no arguing. Chan was an option as well, you supposed. He had skills and experience, and maybe naming him would help you keep a close eye on him. And there was Minho, obviously, a delightfully funny idea that’d stun you if it actually worked. Getting Minho’s help and getting him out of his cabin? Who knew what that would get you. And, of course, that left Felix and Changbin. A duo that already had a valuable reputation on Sentury, and knew the ins and outs better than the whole crew, most likely. Even though they’d hardly be able to accompany you anywhere, you considered that you could accompany them wherever you wanted. You wondered, for a brief moment, if you could name two escorts.

Sentury Station wasn’t too far off by now. All that you had left to do was choose who to name.

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agreeewrites · 7 months ago

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Hii there!! Can you write something about George Weasley where he and the reader have been really good friends for a while but start secretly dating because of some stupid rule like quidditch players can’t date during the season or something like that? And they get caught by their friends being intimate after a game?

Ps: love your writing style so much, your fics are so easy to get into and beautifully written💕

thank you for the request! hope your enjoy 🫶

The No-Dating Rule | G.W.

feat. George Weasley x fem!reader

cw: MDNI 18+, light smut (heavy petting/making out), sneaking around/secret relationship, jealous!george, assault via bludger, oliver wood is a cock block.

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You were walking down the hall with Luna, chatting about the results your divination exam, when a hand shot out and yanked you into a dark, empty classroom.

“Fancy seeing you here,” your captor said in a very familiar, cheeky voice.

“You can't just kidnap me, Weasley.” You cross your arms over your chest, jutting out a hip.

“Kidnapping is a bit dramatic.” George’s hands slide around your waist. “Can't a bloke want to spend a few moments with his girl?” He leaned down, his lips brushing along the column of your throat.

You craned your head back for him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Perhaps. But still, some warning would be nice.”

His lips connected with yours in a soft, languid kiss. “Consider yourself warned,” he grinned.

You breathed a content sigh, taking your fingers through his ginger hair while he peppered featherlight kisses along your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids. The last few weeks had been so challenging thanks to Woods new rule about dating during Quidditch season.

You and George had been circling one another since fourth year, waiting for the right moment to dip your toes into something more than friendship. And of course, when the stars finally aligned, Wood had to throw a wrench in your new relationship. So now, instead of basking in your honeymoon phase, you were forced to sneak around, hiding your relationship from everyone.

But Fred, obviously. George couldn't lie to his twin even if he wanted to.

“You're in your head, darling,” George murmured, pulling back to look at your face in the dim light.

“Am not,” you argued, dragging your hands down his chest and sliding them under his robes. The sweater beneath was soft and thick, warm from his body heat.

“What are you thinking about?” He kissed your temple, across your cheekbone, beneath your ear…

You hummed, leaning into him, soaking up his heat, his unhurried affection.

“Love?” He prodded, nipping at your ear.

“Just how much I like you,” you whispered, resting your chin on his sternum when he pulled back.

A smile spread across his freckled face. “My sweet girl,” he cooed. “I like you too.”

You pressed your lips to his, brushing your tongue along his lower lip, and his hands tightened on your waist. He parted his lips for you to delve deeper, matching every stroke of your tongue with his until you were panting, clawing at his sweater to get closer.

He backed you against a desk, his hand sliding under your skirt to squeeze your ass, notching your hips against his. A gasp squeaked for your throat when he ground himself against you, already growing sensitive.

He chuckled. “Gonna to have to be quiet f’me, love. Don't want go get caught with a Beater, aye?”

You nodded, clamping your lips shut.

The Quidditch season was only three months. How hard could it be?

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Quidditch practice ran late for the third night in a row, and you were desperate for some attention from your boyfriend.

You lurked by the Gryffindor locker rooms, waiting for George to emerge, freshly showered in his favorite hoodie and sweats. Your mouth nearly watered at the thought.

But player after player trailed out of the locker room, and no George. You were getting impatient, shifting form foot to foot when you spotted Fred walking with Ron, chatting animatedly about the match this weekend.

You grabbed Fred’s wrist and yanked him to the corridor you were hiding.

“Oi! What—oh, hey y/n.” He smirked down at you, waggling his eyebrows. “Wrong twin, but—”

“Ew, Fred! No! Where's George?”

Fred snickered. “Still in the shower. Pitch was muddy and he got a face full from Thomas.”

You grimaced. “Ouch.”

“Yeah, he was livid. But, he's the last one in there if you want to cheer him up.” Fred winked and slipped back into the hall, leaving you to your mischief.

You scampered down the corridor and into the locker room, following the trail of steam until you found the only drawn curtain. George was humming to himself, tapping his feet on the tile floor.

You clapped a hand over your mouth to avoid laughing and ruining the surprise, and perched on the bench across from the curtain to wait.

A few moments later, the water cut off and his hand poked through the curtain, grabbing the red towel off the hook.

The curtain ripped open, and George yelped in surprise, nearly dropping the towel slung low around his hips.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You grinned.

“You little minx.” He grabbed you off the bench and into his still damp chest, kissing you fiercely. “I was just about to come see you,” he said between sloppy kisses, backing you against a row of lockers.

“Were you?” You giggled as his lips moved down your neck, sending tingles skittering across your skin. You dragged your nails cross his bare back, admiring the way his muscles jumped at your touch.

“Couldn't stand another night without you,” he admitted. He started undoing the buttons of your blouse, clearly feeling as desperate as you did based on the tent in his towel.

“Eager, are we?” You teased, hiking your leg over his hip as his hand slid into your skirt.

His middle finger swiped through your slit, teasing your clit with small circles. Pleasure pulsed through you, making your eyes roll back. “Someone is. Already soaked for me, love,” he groaned, capturing your lips in another bruising kiss as he toyed with you.

“Fuck, Georgie,” you whined, bucking your hips against his hand.

“Merlin, I missed you.”

“Weasley, you still in here?” Wood called his voice echoing around room.

“Bloody fucking—stall, now.” George slipped his fingers from you and into his mouth, ushering you into the shower stall he just vacated. The air was still humid and scented by his vanilla body wash. No, your vanilla body wash, you realized, spotting the bottle you'd been missing still sitting on the shelf.

“Still hangin’ around, Wood?” You heard George say.

“I wanted to talk to ya’ about somethin’,” Oliver said, and you saw his boots enter the shower room from under the curtain.

“Can I put trousers on first?”

Oliver snorted. “Sure, mate.”

You heard George shuffling around, pulling on his clothes.

“Fucking trousers don't hide shit,” he grumbled to himself and you had a stifle another laugh. “Alright, Wood. What's on your mind?”

“You've been distracted, Weasley. Missing bludgers, ignoring plays, it's not like you to not take Quidditch seriously,” Oliver said, and you frowned.

George sighed. “It's, ah, there's an assignment in Herbology that's gone tits up. Damn plant won't grow,” George said.

“Uh huh,” Wood answered, clearly not buying it. “Well, maybe it's time your sort out your priorities, mate. Not sure a plant is worth throwing the season, if ya’ know what I mean. We need our best Beater, yeah?”

Your stomach dropped, indignation at Woods words colliding with the newfound guilt in your mind. George loved Quidditch. You didn't want to be the reason he wasn't playing well. But also…what if that meant Quidditch was higher priority to him? Where did that leave you?

“Understood, Captain.” George's voice was cold, a stark contrast to his usual chipper demeanor, and it raised goosebumps along your arms.

Oliver clapped him on the shoulder and left the locker room, evidently oblivious to the shift in George. The door clicked shut behind him, echoing around the empty room.

George tugged the shower curtain open, startling you from your spiralling thoughts. He immediately clocked the distress on your face, the corners of his mouth turning downward. “Oh, lovey—”

“I didn't know I was impacting the team,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes.

George tilted your chin up, his other arm wrapping around your waist. “Baby, the teams fine. Wood just has a stick up his ass. I played great today, and always do when you're in the stands watching me.”

It was true. Some of his best games had been in the last month you'd been together.

“And besides, I don't need to sort out my priorities.” He bumped his nose against yours. “You always come first, y/n.”

Your heart soared, heat creeping up your neck. “Before Quidditch?” You asked, curling your hands into his hoodie.

“Before everything.” He kissed you softly, with no real pressure, just feeling you against him, and all your anxiety fell away. “C’mon, Freddie's going to a Hufflepuff party tonight, so we've got my dorm to ourselves.”

You kissed him again, smiling. “Sounds perfect.”

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Brooms whizzed over your house’s section, whipping your scarf around your head.

“Go George!” You cheered, when he drifted nearby, twirling the bat in his gloved hand.

He flashed you a wink before banking left, whacking the snot out of bludger that was hurdling straight for Ron. It rocketed across the pitch and directly into the other houses Seeker, giving Harry the advantage.

“Woohoo!” You cheered with the rest of the student body. “Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!”

“Good game, aye?” A guy sidled up next you, leaning against the railing. You sort of recognized him from your Potions class, but couldn't be sure.

“Great game,” you replied, turning your attention back to the match and your boyfriend.

“Are you fan? Of Quidditch, I mean?”

“Mhmm—go Ron!” You cheered, tuning him out.

“I'm Gus, by the way. We're in the same Potions class?”

“Hi, Gus.” You give him a tight smile, hoping he takes the hint.

“Y’know, maybe we could study together sometime. Merlin knows Potions isn't my strong suit, but you seem pretty smart—”

“Get after it, Harry!” You roared as the Seeker flew overhead, the snitch just a few feet out in front of him.

“What do you think, y/n?” Gus prodded.

Irritation prickled up your neck. “I'm not sure I have time to tutor someone.”

Gus’ smile faltered. “Well, what about the next match, then? Maybe we could sit together.” He scooted closer you, infringing on your already limited space.

You squirmed closer to your friend on the other side of you, who was too wrapped up in the match to notice your discomfort. “No thanks, Gus.”

“Oh, c’mon. I promise I'm a nice guy.” He dropped his hand on your knees, and you wrenched yourself away.

“Don't fucking touch me—”

A deafening crack sounded from across the pitch and you both startled, turning back towards the match. A bludger was barreling straight towards your section. You screamed as it slammed into the post less than half a meter from Gus' head, ripping through the wood with a resounding boom and scattering splinters across the section.

You jumped back, falling into your friends laps, and Gus shrieked like a banshee, his face blanching white at how close it had come to taking his head clean off his shoulders.

An ear-splitting whistle interrupted the resulting chaos.

“Weasley, out!” Madame Hootch hollered.

You straightened in alarm, finding George hovering at the center of the pitch, his bat gripped tightly in his hand. His eyes were locked on Gus, dark and smug, a smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth.

“George, land!” Wood bellowed, and George finally floated back to earth. You could hear Oliver shouting, but couldn't see George from your seat.

You fought your way out of the stands, trying to push your way towards the locker room.

Gryffindor was booing the call, chanting “Weasley!” at the top of their lungs. Without George, unless Harry caught the snitch, the match was basically forfeit.

Your mind raced from the adrenaline. Did George do it on purpose? And if he did, why would he jeopardize the match like that?

You found him in the locker room, undoing the ties on his robe. He was still in his uniform, sweaty and smeared with dirt, his hair flat from the helmet.

“George,” you said, and he looked up.

“Love, what are you doing down here?” He frowned, reaching for you, but you held your ground, crossing your arms over your chest. His frown deepened.

“Did you do that on purpose?” You demanded.

“Of course I did,” he responded, not a trace of hesitation in his voice.

“Why? They won't win without you!”

“I don't care about the bloody match, y/n.”

You blinked at him. “What?”

George walked over to you, cradling your face in his gloved hands. “That guy was bothering you, yeah?”

You almost denied it, but found yourself nodding, unable to lie to him.

“And you thought I was going to sit back and let someone make you uncomfortable? My girl? Fuck no.”

You giggled, his protectiveness spurring a wave of affection and dissolving your anger. “I think nearly killing him was a bit much,” you snickered.

“Are you questioning my aim?”

“Just your sanity.”

He pinched your cheeks together in his still gloved hand, shaking you slightly. “I'll always protect you, brat. And if that makes me a madman, so be it.”

You swatted his hands away before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down for kiss. He tasted of salt and peppermints, his skin smelling of turf and fresh air, with a hint of that masculine musk that made your head go a little fuzzy.

He kissed you back, catching your lower lip between his teeth and sucking gently. You moaned against him, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth and taste you.

“I'm done hiding,” he murmured when you both came up for air. “And Wood can bugger off.”

The mixing shouting of the crowd filled the quiet air around you. “Ravenclaw scores another twenty points!” Lee declared, his voice notably unenthused.

George shook his head with a smug chuckle, leaning his forehead against yours. “See? They need me.”

“Weasley!” Oliver shouted, startling you both. George looked up, tightening his grip around you. Oliver didn't even bother to act surprised. “You're back in,” he sighed.

A grin split George's handsome face, making your heart flutter.

“Good man,” he replied, dropping a peck onto your lips before doing his helmet and running back out onto the pitch to the roar of the crowd.

“Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!”

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behind the scene | oscar piastri

summary; when you’ve been quietly dating oscar for a few months but once you perform at a mclaren gala, things become not so quietly

featuring; oscar piastri x underground jazz singer!reader

fc; ning yizhuo

warnings; english isn't my first language + not proof read YET ! and this is pretty short sorry my finals season started

an; i'm taking requests pleaseeeeee give me scenarios i would gladly write them

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IT COUPLE JUJU WATKINS X INFLUENCER READER

Summary: You and juju make an appearance at the Super Bowl

A/n: this has to be one of my fav fics to write y'all, not everything is accurate to real life so don't bite dont messenger, credits to @naeemagales who gave me the idea for this and happy readings readers hope you enjoy this your feedbacks are always appreciated 💕.

You loved being a full-time influencer, from building a platform on all your socials to getting really hot deals, getting invited on brand trips, and having big sponsors.

So imagine your surprise when your talent agency called you to let you know that @Lifestyle would pay an all expenses trip.

For you to go to the Super Bowl, and all you had to do was flim a full lent vlog and make short forms videos, the best part wasn't it being it fully paid but you getting to invite a plus one.

This was a lifetime opportunity for you, because an all paid trips, you get to invite someone, watch both Kendrick and Sza perform at the Super Bowl half time, and get to have a good time. You loved the amazing opportunities your job brings for you.

You already had a plus one in mind, your girlfriend juju, but it only depends if she was available.

Being a full-time college athlete was no joke. Practice how many times in a week, then game days on top of that, her brands endorsement.

But trying to ask her wouldn't hurt as long as it doesn't kill you.

Later that night when you guys were on facetime, you made it your mission to ask her.

"You're thinking a lot."you heard her say from the phone.

"I'm not just got a few things on my mind." You responded.

"Which is?". She straight up asked you looking a little more serious.

"I don't know". You told her with an exaggerated sigh at the end

"Baby, you and I both know whatever you're thinking about won't stop until you do something about it so for the second time what's wrong?". She told you with a softer tone.

"Okay, so I was wondering if you would like to go too the super bowl with me." You said to her on the phone really fast hoping she would understand you speaking in 2x speed.

"I didn't get that mind repeating yourself for me again mhm". Ju told, looking directly at the cameras.

You slowly took your time before asking her again.

"Would you Judea skies watkins like to go to the Super Bowl with me?".

"Using my full name is crazy, but I would love to."

"Wait, really? You actually have the time to go. " You told her trying to make sure.

"Baby, I just said yes." She said all whiny.

"Okay just making sure". You told her.

"So that's what made you feel nervous." She said

"Yea this convo done if you're trying to make fun of me". You said rolling your eyes at her.

"I'm just joking".

"You got no jokes Judea".

"Broo."

"Judeaaaa". You said to annoy her if she continued calling you her bro

"Alright, I see how it's." She told you.

Your trip to the Super Bowl was amazing from vlogging what it was like. Ju offering to be your camera women if she can't be in it who says she couldn't flim it.

You filmed so much content in one day, half-time show with Kendrick, and Sza was one to remember

Meeting other creators like you.

But your favorite moment was when the cameras spotted both you and juju in the stands with the caption as It couple. the crowd around you guys started cheering after noticing both raising starts together in the stands.

It had both you and juju cheesing like crazy.

"It couple I kinda like the sound of that". She whispered into your ears once the attention was back on the game.

"Same as a nice ring to it huh". You told her

"How about I put a ring on your finger?". She told you.

"That's music to my ears, but let's not rush things now." You told her.

You even got to see your girlfriend on the Nike ad with many talented players to. This Super Bowl was definitely a night to remember.

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angelluv16 · 5 months ago

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Lose something good, Win something Great

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✩ : You broke things off with your long-term Boyfriend due to Emotional and verbal abuse. You did what any Singer-songwriter would do, write a song. Thanks to that one song You met the one and only Lando Norris

faceclaim: Maddison beer

pairing:lando norris x singer!reader

requested: Yes/No

warnings: none If their is let me know

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TMZ: ynuser and joshrichards were seen having a heated argument outside of a restaurant? y/n was seen in tears as Josh Left. Is there trouble in paradise?

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username43: I will beat his ass for hurting my girl

username44: I'm with you

username45: Count me in too

username46: I bet she cheated

username47: go eat rocks No one asked for your unwanted Opinion

username48: Okay But Like Where tf is their Privacy like I know if I were them I wouldn't want to see this the next morning like wtf

username49: rightt ugh poor girl

username50: And what about josh she probably caused this.

username51: I don't give two shits about him he caused my girl to cry he can eat shit

username52: Who is she???

username53: only one of the greatest singers rn and one of the most underrated singer ever

username54: I know I shouldn't but NEW MUSIC NEW MUSIC

username55: Bad timing but I agree

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ynuser hasn't posted in 5 months

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ynuser has added to their story

[caption 1: In the Studio!!] [caption 2:🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 ]

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ynuser

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ynuser: My New Song "Good In goodbye" Is Out on all platforms

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username56: Girl wtf no warning no nothing?!?!?!

username57: We should know by now she did that with her last album

username58: this song omfg.

username59: lando??? What are you doing here

lando: The same as you 😁

lando: such a banger

username60: hahah Not lando shooting his shot

username61: Okay but they would make such a cute couple like

username62: "I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love Only to find out you are the one holding the gun" Has me sobbing my girl was in love

username63: "I'm just tryna get focus Take some time for me People started to notice all the shit you couldn't see" Like?????? Girl we've been noticing.

username64: This song is going to be her Expresso I just know it

username65: Me and my delulu are agreeing with you

username66: Same this world doesn't know what good music is anymore 😪

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lando has added to their story

(let's pretend it doesn't say madison beer)

[caption 1: On repeat ! @ ynuser]

replies:

ynuser: Awww thank you. Glad you liked it 🥰

lando: wow okay u replied. I don't like it I love it. You did amazing as always

carlossainz55: Mate pls she's not going to notice you

lando well well well

oscarpiastri: Damn it are we going to have to listen to this every day in the garage now?

lando: You know it mate

username67: wait this is so cute he's supporting

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lando

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lando: Only playing ynuser

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ynuser: Thank you for the free promo

lando: I'll give you all the free promo you want

username68: okayyy shotting his shot

username69: are they.... are they flirting ?????

carlossainz55: You finally got her to notice you 🥳🥳

lando: shut up

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ynuser

{caption 1: the view!} {caption 2: The fit is fitting}

replies:

username70: Wait what?

username71: were are you going??

username72: Pls pls pls be a grand prix

mclaren: See you soon !!

ynuser: Can't wait !!

username73: Gorgeous

username74: I want this fit

username75: Were are you tf???

username76: You look so cutee!!

lando: Looking beautiful 💕

ynuser:💕💕 Thank you lan

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f1: Just arrived: The Great ynuser Just arrived to the Miami Grand prix.

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username77: She looks so good

username78: ew what is she doing there

username79: right can we actually give the chance to a real f1 fan to attend not these influencers who pretend to like it

username80: hate to break your little bubble of hatred but yn has been an f1 fan since a kid her dad was a huge fan and even took her to races when she was a kid but she stopped going when her dad sadly passed. I'm glad she's attending she hasn't been to one since 2018.

ynuser: Mom I made it! And dad He's proud of me for making the f1 page

username81: Oh girl he's the proudest

username82: girlll

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ynuser: P1 BABY!!! So proud. So Happy I could be there to see you win your first grand prix this year.

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lando: I won because my lucky charm was with me (you)

ynuser: No, You won because you are the best

username83: This is so cute

username84: THEY MET I REPEAT THEY MET

username85: I KNOW LIKE HOW CUTE IS THAT PHOTO HE'S ALL SMILEY!!!!

username85: The photo?? y/n you should be a Photoghrapher

ynuser: hehe I wish. I did do it when I was a kid from middle school to high school (while I was doing singing) so that's why I'm so good.

username86: I love how this post is only Lando.

username87: So Now you've met now date 😁

username88: ugh she better get away from lando he's too good for her

username89: Lando make her drop an album pls.

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ynuser: Life Support is out now !! This album helped me say the feelings I couldn't say out loud. And Because you guys loved Good In goodbye so much... The music video is out now !! Thank you so mich for all the love this past year.

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lando: 🧡🧡🧡

ynuser: 🖤🖤🖤

username90: the hearts what???

username91: Ahhh It's happening stay calm

username92: Holy shit !!! A whole ass Album

username93: Okay But can we just talk about the Good in Goodbye music video what the actual fuck

username94: Right, My girl can sing, Do Photography, and now Act ugh to be her

username95: The album is sooo good like Selfish omg I want lando to run over J*sh with his car

♥︎ by lando

username96: hahah Lando We see you

username97: he's not even trying to hide his hatred for J*sh

username98: We love ourselves a man who supports their gf or crush whichever is fine.

♥︎ by lando, ynuser

username99: Ugh This album is and forever will be on repeat

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ynuser

{caption 1: were matching}

replies:

lando: Ohh Are we soft launching now?

ynuser: yesss

username100: Who is this???

username101: Girllll this better be lando or I'm going to ur house and taking his ass out. All love

username102: pls be lando

alexandrasaintmleux: This is so cute

ynuser: he didn't want to match with me at first

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lando

{caption 1: she thinks she's a better driver🙄}

repiles:

ynuser: Okay in my defense You looked hot so I got distracted

lando: whatever you say baby

username104: Yup that my girl I know

username105: Yall couldn't make it more obvious

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lando,ynuser : You lose something "good", You win something greater 🧡🧡

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ynuser: I love you so much🥺🖤🖤

♥︎ by lando

username109: That's soo cute

username110: LANDO WTF HARD LAUNCH

username111: I'm going to act surprised

username112: Now we need A love album or song

ynuser: 🤭🤭

username113: OH SHE'S WRITING A LOVE SONG

username114: Stopppp This is so cute. The pictures, the caption my dude's in love love

♥︎ by lando, ynuser

username115: I want someone like lando.

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a/n: So I might have to do a part two since it doesn't let me post more photos. Let me know what you guys think in the comments. Love you guys.

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©angelluv16// do not copy, rewrite, or translate any of my work on any platforms

#lando x reader #f1 smau #lando x y/n #f1 fanfic #lando norris smau #mclaren #lando norris x reader #f1 #lando #norris #angelluv16 #request

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hanafubukki · 1 year ago

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Happy Birthday Malleus Draconia 💚💕

Summary: You kidnap Malleus Draconia.

Sebek knew it would be a tiring day when he saw a letter placed on his wardrobe table.

It had decorative little crocodiles and squirrels all over with his name written in your writing.

He could already feel a headache incoming.

He’ll wonder how you snuck into his room to place said letter later, he was more interested in the message you had to say.

“Dear Knight,

Your Lord has been kidnapped. He is mine for the day.

Mwah~

YN”

Sebek rushed out of his room, running to the Diasomnia waiting room where his lord would sit and enjoy tea at this time.

…only to be met with a giggling Lilia and a napping Silver.

“YN!”

“Did you have to tease Sebek?”

“It’s all in good fun Tsunotaro.”

“I see.”

While Malleus ponders your answer, you plopped down right next to him on the couch.

“What does this…kidnapping entail?”

You could tell Malleus was humoring you. He found this whole situation funny and yet intriguing.

“For you? Just sit there look pretty and enjoy all the snacks, games, and movies I have.”

Malleus laughed lowly, “YN, I do have duties to fulfill. I can’t just sit here.”

You shrugged, “One day without work won’t bring down your dorm. Besides, all work and no play make dragons go cranky.”

Malleus laughed freely and you joined him this time, “Is that so? Then I shall join in this activity with you.”

You laid the nearby comforter over you and Malleus before starting your T.V.

It would be a good day; you would make sure of it.

“This warrior does not speak?”

“Kind of. He talks he’s just not voice acted, but he does make sounds when you attack with him.”

“Interesting. A silent and courageous warrior who will save his kingdom and the princess.”

“Reminds you of someone?”

“This Link reminds me of Silver. They share many similar qualities.”

You joked, “Are you the princess then?”

“I am a prince, am I not?” Malleus replied, before softly continuing, “and Silver has saved me, from myself.”

You bumped your shoulder with his, “That’s love for you.”

“Yes, it is.”

“That crocodile and that pirate…”

“Funny, isn’t it?”

“Yes, especially as Kingscholar dressed as one during Halloween.”

“Does the crocodile remind you of Sebek?”

The glint in Malleus' eyes answered your question.

You can only imagine Sebek's reaction if he knew, “Well with the way Sebek is always barking at Leona, I can't blame you for thinking it.”

Ah, you were going to hold this over Sebek's head forever.

“Those fairies should have never been given the child.”

“Yeah…”

“They haven’t properly fed her, even Lilia knew to feed a baby!”

“Yeah.”

“She almost fell off the cliff!”

“I know. They suck.”

You tugged at Malleus’ hair, “At least she had someone to take care of her, two of them in fact.”

Malleus calmed down knowing exactly to whom you referred, “Yes, those days were filled with laughter and warmth even amidst the chaos. How…nostalgic.”

Malleus leaned towards you; a mischievous glint in his eyes, it reminded you of a certain pink-streaked fae, “Want to hear an embarrassing story grandmother told me about Lilia?”

“Yes! I’m all ears!”

You watched as Tsunotaro enjoyed Toothless and Hiccup's adventures.

You knew he would like this series.

You wondered how Sam had the trilogy.

…you would question him thoroughly later.

You were content to watch Tsunotaro be happy.

His family is never far from his thoughts as he is never far from theirs.

You felt happy to be part of his family.

“YN, is there a reason to why we are making cupcakes this late at night?”

He didn’t know.

You hid your smile as you put the tray of goodies into the oven.

Malleus must have enjoyed his day if he forgot why tonight would be special.

“Anytime is a good time for cupcakes, just like how you can have ice cream even during winter.”

“I thought it was easier for human’s teeth to decay due to late night sugary treats?”

“We’ll be fine! Just make sure to brush your teeth and don’t tell Trey -senpai.”

You went over to the nearby drawer. The confetti poppers were there as planned, just a few more minutes before the time came, so you snuck them into your pocket discreetly.

“Let’s go play more Zelda.”

You and Malleus moved towards the lounge; you eyed the hallway clock on the way.

Less than a minute.

You took out the poppers from your pocket.

“Malleus?”

“Yes?”

You pulled the poppers out just as he entered the ramshackle lounge.

3…2…1

“Happy Birthday (Lord) Malleus!”

Malleus was shocked as confetti rained on him from all sides.

Lilia, Silver, Sebek, and you surrounded him as the day turned over.

His surprised face broke into a wide smile before an unrestrained joyous laughter filled the lounge.

What a beautiful start to today.

The day Malleus Draconia was born.

A day filled with endless love.

Happy Birthday Malleus.

Resounded affectionately in all the hearts of everyone present.

May you always be filled with happiness and love.

Bonus:

Silver came to you as you watch Lilia bear hug Malleus. It was funny how someone so petite wrapped all four limbs on someone so tall.

Silver hesitated.

You knew.

“He baked a cake, didn’t he?”

Silver sighed, “Yes. We tried to stop him.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“It’s okay. Toxic waste it might be, but it is something Lilia made with him in mind. Malleus will love it nonetheless.”

You bumped shoulders with Silver, whispering, “We made cupcakes.”

Silver’s grateful smile had you hugging him.

No one will get food poisoning today, not on your watch.

You hoped.

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readychilledwine · 1 year ago

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His, Yours, Mine

Summary - Finding out you were pregnant should have been the best news. It's too bad you don't know which of your three mates is possibly the father, though.

Prompt - Day 3 - Secrets

Warnings - slightly hidden pregnancy trope, pregnancy, being put in a protective bubble, alcohol mentioned, slightly angsty but I know some of you are hurting from all the angst going around so it turns to Fluff quickly.

A/N - Happy @polyacotarweek day 3! I almost turned this into a Lucien x Reader x Tamlin fic before I decided to keep it with the batboys to include Starfall. There is still an urge to make a Spring Court Trouple version of this, though, so let me know. Also, I included how I imagined Rhysand discovering Feyre's pregnancy went. As much as I hate the storyline, I can see him being so emotional over a baby

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Madja held your hand in hers as you cried. You cried from joy, from frustration, from shock, from sadness. This should have been the happiest news of your long life, but you found yourself more confused than anything.

“It is a blessing from the Mother, y/n.” She ran a hand along your cheek, “They will be overjoyed.”

The laugh you let out was bitter. “I can't even tell them who the father is.”

“Does it matter in this type of relationship? All of them will be happy. They all want a family with you, together."

To you, it mattered. It mattered so deeply that two weeks into knowing, you still had your scent glamored when your mates were home, hiding the babe from them until you thought of the perfect thing to say.

Guilt had started eating at you as you pulled away from them, lying about stress from the new play you were asked to write the symphony for. Azriel so desperately wanted a family, even if he would not admit it, and was willing to wait until after you had given his brothers their babies. Cassian wanted a daughter more than he wanted food some days. He spoke about it constantly, about how he would braid her hair and purchase her beautiful dresses. Rhys wanted every baby you two passed on the street, always stopping to say hello and get to hold the smallest members of his court. He said it was practice for when you would bless him. Son or daughter, it did not matter to him.

You felt like this was bound to disappoint two of them, a babe, but not theirs. You signed as you continued putting away the sheet music you had been composing on. "What are we going to do, little one?" You placed a hand on your stomach.

You were home alone, magic completely dropped, and so deep into organizing your next big composition, you had not noticed Rhys walking in with two glasses of champagne until they had long shattered on the floor.

“Baby,” he whispered. He fell to his knees before you, hands gripping your hips gently as his forehead rested against your lower stomach. “Baby.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, basking in the joy he was sending so deep down the bond that your other two mates appeared. Cassian, always with weapons in hand, dropped them instantly. He didn't even care as they joined the scatter glass and champagne on the floor. He was at your and Rhysand's side instantly, kissing you deeply before kneeling next to Rhys and kissing the side of you stomach. Azriel had frozen, eyes wide and staring at you. “You're sure?”

All Rhys could do was nod, whispering again, “Baby. We're having a baby."

Dinner was a celebration just the four of you. The males all too happily planning out a nursery. You pushed the food around your plate, feeling too guilty to enjoy the meal Cassian had made you all. “Y/n, what's wrong?” Azriel pulled you to him. “Is it the babe? Do you need to lay down?”

You felt tears begin to fall as the guilt consumed you. “I don't know which one of you is the father.”

You waited. Waited for the 3 of them to fight, to lay claim to the babe, but Cassian and Rhys just both looked at Azriel and then you. “It is technically Azriel's,” the High Lord spoke slowly. “You smell like him. But it is also mine. Also, Cassian's. The babe is ours. We all are it's father.”

“But-”

“Sweetheart,” Cassian took your hand. “We knew once this bond happened, there was a chance you would get pregnant, and we wouldn't know who fathered the baby until the scent kicked in.. We do not want to be fathers, though. We want to be dads. We love you and the little babe, regardless of you smelling like Azriel.”

Azriel was nuzzled into you. “We accepted a long time ago that everything you got pregnant, you would smell like only one of us, and that one of us would get more protective.” He kept scenting you. “I would have been happy if it was Rhysand's or Cassian's.”

Rhysand finally spoke again. “A babe is always a means for Celebration as well.” You groaned. “I am thinking of an announcement at Starfall? With all of our family there?”

“That's only 2 weeks for me to plan and put something together.” You were used to Rhysand giving you short deadlines for things involving your family, the rest of the Inner Circle, and the Court of Nightmares, but for all of Velaris? You held those events to such high standards, and had since Rhysand asked you to take over that duty as High Lady.

“You could keep it simple this time?” You turned slowly to Cassian, glaring as he put his hands up in surrender. “Or not. Murder hormones kicked in today. Noted."

And “simple” had no place in the description of what you had done. You had made the choice to have the Rainbow opened to the celebration, watching as guests admired every faelight enchanted to twinkle like the stars themselves, watching as every guest took their turns on the dance floor you had put temporarily into the center of the large open theater. Rhys had allowed you to spare no expense. Vendors had made countless cakes and treats, food was plenty, drinks were pouring, and the orchestra played lively music.

You were shielded in the magic bubble all three males had demanded you be put in, but it wasn't enough for Azriel, who hung behind you like a constant threat even in his finest dress clothing.

Your own dress showed the smallest curve where your child was growing, causing every guest who greeted you and High Lord to pass their congratulations unknowing of the circumstances. “Won't they all shit when they figure out Az put a baby in you first?” You slammed an elbow into Cassian's stomach, smiling at an elderly couple as they held Rhysand's hands, praising him for bringing the city all together to celebrate a Night Court tradition and such a joyous announcement.

“We are just getting some of them okay with the idea of all of us as a mated unit. Let's not cause any heart attacks, Cassian.” He nodded to your statement and held a water glass to your mouth.

“Going to be a long night, sweetheart. Let's stay hydrated.”

The music switched to a soft violin based turn, one you had composed as Starfall began. Azriel held you close as everyone's attention turned to the sky, including yours. All three of your mates had their eyes locked on you, soft smiles on their faces as they watched the childlike wonder wash over you despite years of witnessing the event. “Always so beautiful.”

“Of course you are,” Azriel whispered. “And you will look even more beautiful when you begin to show more.”

“I can't wait,” Rhysand's hand went to that small bump, “To hold our babe.”

Cassian's hand rested on Rhysand. “Our baby. The first of many.”

“We would toast you, darling, but no champagne for you,” Rhysand handed a glass to Cass and Az, then water to you. “Darling?”

“To the stars who listen,” your voice broke as tears of joy came.

“And the dreams that are answered,” they all echoed.

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hi marie!! ok i KNOW ur kinda new here but fr i just gotta say… ur fics?? SO GOOD. like for real i fell in love w ur writing right away 😭 i love how u write diff bluelock characters too i swear i LIIIIVE for ur fics 💕💕

sooo uh i got a lil req if u don’t mind hehe 😁 was thinkin maybe u could do a series w diff bluelock boys?? idea’s kinda like:

the boys & reader goin to the beach n when reader takes off her coverup n shows a 🔥 swimsuit he just… freezes. straight up BLUSHIN so hard bc it’s the first time he’s seen her like that 😭 reader just laughs n teases him while he keeps sneakin lil glances. then later under the umbrella she’s like “hey can u put sunscreen on my back?” n she unties her top n lays down n he’s SO flustered tryna rub it in carefully. ties her back up after n they go in the water but then he sees dudes checkin her out. he gets all jealous n pulls her close, hands on her waist, hips, even taps her butt lol holdin her tight like “she’s mine.” then he sees a guy STILL starin n he glares n mouths “imma kill u” while reader’s gigglin callin him clingy n he just hugs her tighter lmaoo

i know it’s kinda long 😭😭 but i wanted 2 make it clear hehe hope u like it 🤭 ANYWAY i love ur fics so bad girl u keep SLAYIN 💋 ur fics r like comfort food fr idk how u keep doin it but not surprised tbh ur brain??? UNSTOPPABLE. every fic’s a banger don’t stop bestie 💋💋 keep killin it 💕❤️

Got me cheeseing over here omg. You don't know how much these messages mean to me, like, actually. It's ironic as a writer that I do not have the words to say how much this means to me :,) So thank you. <3 (also I love this request)

Waves and Sunscreen

Requested.

It’s the first beach day of the summer and you and your boyfriend make time to go to the beach. You take off your coverup, and suddenly your boyfriend can't look away from you.

Part 1: Isagi, Chigiri, Rin, Bachira, Kunigami, Reo, Nagi

Requests: OPEN

💙 Isagi Yoichi

When you take off your cover-up: You’re standing near the cooler talking about which drink you want when you casually pull your cover-up over your head. Just a towel and a breath of wind, and suddenly you’re standing there in the kind of swimsuit that truly has him at a loss for words. Isagi looks up mid-sentence… and forgets what he was going to say all together. His mouth stays half open. A water bottle slips from his hand and thuds softly into the sand.

You turn around. “You okay?”

He blinks. Slowly. Then swallows hard. “Y-Yeah,” he says. But his voice cracks, and his face goes red. “I mean, yeah, I just—uh. You look really… really good.”

You stare for a moment before a laugh escapes your lips, already walking toward the umbrella like it’s nothing. He’s frozen in place, replaying the image in his head. You in a swimsuit? That swimsuit? He was not expecting.

Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen: You flop down on your towel and undo your bikini top like it’s no big deal. “Can you get my back?” you ask, chin in your arms.

“Wha—now?” You tilt your head. “Yeah, now. It’s the sunniest part of the day.”

He hesitates like he’s preparing for a high-stakes penalty kick. Then finally kneels next to you, unscrews the bottle, and gently squirts some into his hand. Way too much btw.

You don’t say anything. You’re just waiting.

He starts rubbing it in, and it’s barely a touch. His hands are soft, hesitant, staying high up on your shoulders and only daring to smooth along your back when you exhale a little laugh. “Relax,” you tease. "I'm not that fragile."

He mutters something under his breath. Quiet. Almost too soft to hear. “T-That’s not what I’m worried about…”

When he ties your top back up, his hands fumble with the knot. You can feel his fingers shaking.

In the water, when guys start staring: You’re waist-deep, hair wet, laughing as you splash him. He’s smiling, until his eyes shift over your shoulder. Two guys standing farther down the shore. Staring. His expression changes instantly. He moves closer. One arm around your waist. Then the other. Pulls you back into him, your back against his chest.

You blink. “Yoichi?”

He doesn’t answer. Just rests his chin on your shoulder like he’s relaxing, but he’s definitely watching. When one guy won’t stop looking, Isagi narrows his eyes and mouths something that makes the guy look away real quick.

You giggle. “You’re being clingy.”

He exhales slowly and hugs you tighter. “Sorry."

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🌺 Chigiri Hyoma

When you take off your cover-up: He sees it happen out of the corner of his eye, just a quick movement as you pull the fabric off your shoulders. He turns his head without thinking, then stops. Doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t react right away. Just goes quiet. You glance over, and he’s standing there with a hand on his hip, blinking slowly, mouth pressed in a tight line. “…What?” you ask, smirking.

“Nothing,” he says. His voice is calm, but his ears are pink. “You look good.” He says bluntly.

He clears his throat, looks off toward the water, and pretends he’s totally unfazed. But when you walk past him to grab sunscreen, he definitely takes another look.

Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen: You stretch out on your towel and untie your top like it’s normal, and for you, it is. But for him? He hesitates for a second when you hand him the bottle.

“Seriously?” “Seriously.” You raise an eyebrow. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He doesn’t answer. Just kneels beside you, pours a little lotion into his hand, and starts rubbing it in. His hands are warm. Careful. But not shy. He keeps his touch steady as well as focused, and quiet.

You glance back and see the small crease between his brows. “Are you concentrating?”

He exhales. “Trying not to mess it up.”

When he finishes, he ties the top back without making a show of it. Doesn’t say anything extra. But you catch him stealing a look at your shoulder as you sit up, biting the inside of his cheek like he’s keeping something to himself.

In the water, when guys start staring: At first, he doesn’t notice. He’s busy watching the waves, wiping water from his eyes, squeezing water out of his hair. But when he does catch one guy looking a little too long, and then another...He doesn’t say anything, just swims closer. His hand settles lightly on your waist. Then he moves behind you, stays close, almost casual.

You raise an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

He nods. “Yeah. Just staying close.”

Another guy looks again. Chigiri meets his eyes once, and doesn’t look away until the guy does. You smile, nudging his foot underwater. “You’re not subtle.”

He shrugs. “Wasn’t trying to be.”

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🐠 Rin Itoshi

When you take off your cover-up:

He glances up once. Then again. Slower the second time. You look over and catch the crease in his brow. The subtle sigh through his nose.

“That’s not the one you said you were bringing.”

You shrug. “Changed my mind.”

He looks away fast. Shakes his head.

“Tch. You could’ve said something.”

You walk past him, and he mutters something under his breath, too quiet to catch. But his ears are red, and he won’t look at you directly for a full minute.

Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:

You lie down on your towel, reach behind your neck, and untie your top without warning.

“Can you do my back?”

He sits up fast.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing? We’re in public.”

You just glance over your shoulder. “I’m laying on my stomach. No one can see anything.”

“That’s not the point.”

He looks around like someone’s already staring, then shifts to kneel beside you, blocking the view out of instinct. You hand him the sunscreen. He takes it, muttering under his breath.

“I swear to god…”

Still, he starts rubbing it in. Quiet. Focused. His touch is a little rushed at first, like he wants this over fast, but then slows down when you relax.

You peek back at him. “You’re doing a lot for someone who just complained.”

“Yeah, well,” he mutters. “Don’t untie your top in public next time.”

When he finishes, he ties it back tight. No lingering. No teasing. Just a quick knot and then he’s tossing your towel higher over your shoulders like he’s shielding you from the world. You roll your eyes, smiling into your arms. He sits beside you, arms crossed. Still annoyed. Still red.

In the water, when guys start staring:

You’re laughing, relaxed, floating near him and he’s too busy watching the shore. He sees it happen. One guy. Then another. Next thing you know, Rin’s behind you. Hands on your hips. Calm grip, firm enough to make a point.

You turn your head. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing.” He glances at the guy again. “You’re fine right here.”

Another look. A longer one. Rin mouths something, low, short, and not even a little friendly.

You laugh under your breath. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

“No,” he says flatly. Then squeezes your waist just a little tighter.

“I just don’t like people staring at you."

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🐝 Bachira Meguru

When you take off your cover-up:

He’s mid-frisbee throw when he glances over, just in time to catch you slipping the cover-up off your shoulders. The disc falls straight to the sand. He stares for a second too long. Eyes wide. Mouth slightly open.

“Whoa.”

You turn around. “What?”

He grins, trying to play it cool, but the flush on his face says otherwise.

“You didn’t say it was that kind of swimsuit.”

You smirk. “Does it matter?”

“No, not at all~” he says, grabbing the frisbee without breaking eye contact, still smiling and eying you down.

Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:

You lie down, untie your top, and hand him the bottle with a casual, “Get my back?”

He blinks. Tilts his head like he didn’t hear you right.

“…Who, me?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, okay,” he grins, taking the bottle.

He kneels beside you, rubs the sunscreen into his palms, and gets to work. His touch is steady but light, not awkward, just careful. You can tell he’s being respectful, even if he keeps sneaking little glances at your expression like he’s waiting for you to call him out.

Once he’s done, he ties your top back with a gentle tug and sits back with a little nod of approval.

“Nice teamwork,” he says, brushing sand off his legs. “Next time, I get the towel spot though.”

You just smile and nudge his foot. He bumps yours right back.

In the water, when guys start staring:

At first, he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy splashing you, making dumb faces. But then he sees one guy looking for a little too long. He swims behind you fast, hands on your hips, grinning against your ear. You laugh, trying to shake him off, but he just tightens his grip. Then he looks right past you, catches the guy’s eye, and gives him the kind of smile that doesn’t look very friendly. Still soft, but sharp enough to mean something.

You shake your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He shrugs. “Yeah. But I’m yours.”

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🧡 Kunigami Rensuke

When you take off your cover-up:

He’s setting up your beach chairs when he hears the soft rustle behind him. Turns around, and stops. You’re standing there, casual as ever, now in just your swimsuit. He blinks. Then quickly looks away like he didn’t just stare.

You tilt your head. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

But his voice is tight, and he’s suddenly a little too focused on adjusting the umbrella. You walk past him toward the towel and he glances again, just once. His ears are pink. His hands go straight into his pockets. He clears his throat.

“You look… really good.”

You look over as a smile appears on your lips.

"Thank you baby."

Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:

You stretch out and untie your top, tossing him the bottle like you’ve done this a hundred times.

“Can you do my back?”

He catches it awkwardly.

“Right now?”

You nod. He’s already kneeling beside you before you can say anything else, trying his best to act normal. He squirts the sunscreen into his hand and rubs it in gently, quiet, calm, and way more careful than usual. You can feel him holding his breath a little.

“You okay back there?”

“Yeah,” he says quickly. “Just… being careful.”

He finishes and ties your top back with a firm tug, not letting himself say anything else. His hands linger for a second longer than needed, then he sits back, wiping his palms off.

In the water, when guys start staring:

He notices fast. You’re laughing, arms out in the waves, and he’s standing nearby until he sees a guy across the water very clearly not watching the tide. He doesn’t say anything. Just moves next to you. An arm slips around your waist. Then both. Pulls you in gently.

You blink. “Something wrong?”

“Nope,” he says, staring straight ahead. “Just stay close.”

You look around and realize what’s happening.

“Are you jealous?”

“No.”

But his grip doesn’t loosen.

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💜 Mikage Reo

When you take off your cover-up:

He’s fixing the speaker, already relaxing with his sunglasses on when you call his name and toss your cover-up aside. He turns. Pauses. Smiles, slow and obvious.

“Well damn,” he says, eyes flicking up and down. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

You roll your eyes and keep walking, but he’s still looking with a giant grin, hands on his hips now, head tilted slightly.

“You wore that on purpose, huh?”

You throw him a grin over your shoulder. He just laughs and shakes his head. “Unreal.”

Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:

You stretch out, untie your top, and hand him the bottle.

“Help me out?”

He raises an eyebrow. “You sure you trust me with this?”

“You gonna mess it up?”

“No. I’m gonna take my time.”

He kneels beside you, warms the sunscreen in his hands, and smooths it over your back with practiced ease. His fingers glide slow, not inappropriate, just confident. Like he knows what he’s doing and knows you know it, too. When he finishes, he ties your top without rushing, then leans down to whisper near your ear:

“Let me know if you ever want more help"

He teased before standing up and dusting the sand off his knees, his sunglasses still on his face. You scoff and swat at him, and he just laughs, smug, satisfied.

In the water, when guys start staring:

He’s got one arm around your waist already, pulling you in after a wave when his gaze flicks toward the shore. He sees it. That guy. Now because he has his sunglasses on, the pervert staring at you had yet to notice that Reo was staring daggers into him. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just shifts his stance, hand firm on your hip now.

You glance up. “What’s wrong?”

He nods toward the guy. “He’s been staring for a looong time." He said it playfully, but his gaze was still on the man, his body more stiff.

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re mad?"

Reo leans in, his voice low, his sunglasses falling down on his nose just enough so that you could see his eyes.

“I’ll buy the whole beach if it means they stop looking.”

You laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Rich and ridiculous,” he says, tugging you closer.

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🤍 Nagi Seishiro

When you take off your cover-up:

He’s laying flat under the umbrella, half-asleep, arm over his eyes.

Then you say, “Hey, toss me that towel?”

He lifts his head, and sees you standing there in your swimsuit. He blinks once. Then again.

“…Huh?”

You laugh. “What?”

He doesn’t answer. Just stares for a second longer than normal, then groans and throws the towel without aiming. It lands half on your foot.

“You said it was that one pink swimsuit." He mumbles.

You shrug. “It is.”

He sits up slowly, one hand still shielding his eyes.

“It’s not. " He groans staring at you in your blue two-piece,

"You look… crazy good. Not fair.”

Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:

You lie down on your towel, untie your top, and roll the bottle over to him.

“Can you get my back?”

He sits up straighter. “Ugh… you sure?”

“You’re already awake.”

“Barely.”

Still, he drags himself over, sits beside you, and squirts the sunscreen into his palms. His touch is lazy but gentle, slow and careful, like he’s focusing way harder than he wants to admit.

“You’re so warm,” you mumble.

He mutters back, “Yeah, ’cause you’re stressing me out.”

When he finishes, he ties your top back with a loose, almost sleepy knot. Then flops onto his own towel face-down like he just ran a marathon.

In the water, when guys start staring:

You’re waist-deep, smiling, and floating next to him when he glances toward the beach and sees someone watching. He doesn’t say anything. Just moves behind you and places both hands lightly on your hips.

You turn your head. “What are you doing?”

“Gettin’ comfortable,” he mutters. But his eyes flick back to the guy, and they don’t look tired anymore.

When the guy doesn’t stop, Nagi lets out a sigh. Tightens his grip.

“Tell me when I can punch someone.”

You laugh. “You’re not punching anyone.”

“Then let me stand here.”

He stays locked on you like an anchor the rest of the swim.

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vvifeys · 2 months ago

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hiii! how are you?💕

i read ONE story and i had to follow you, your work is magnificent. honestly i don’t see a lot of jinx love on here💔, so do you think you could write a story about reader braiding her hair, and as the readers scoots backwards to finish (cus her hair is like… longer than her), jinx gets all whiny and doesn’t want reader to move away? i think of them as girlfriends already, but it’s up to you!!

hours.

modern!au jinx. no tw, just fluff. men dni. a/n: hi babes!! i'm pretty good, how are you? <3 i noticed that in my notifications, you're such a sweetheart oml thank you?? i'd follow you back if this wasn't a sideblog </3 i can absolutely do that for you, this request is ADORABLE and i've honestly been waiting for someone to ask for jinx!!

you had been at this for hours now. it started with jinx shaking you awake, excited that it was one of the days you helped her with her hair. you had gotten up, taken her braids out (which had taken half an hour in itself), and gotten her into the shower. she shampooed her hair from the bottom, going up as high as she could reach, you started from the top and met her in the middle.

then you had to wash it out, objectively the quickest and easiest part of it all. you took the shower head off the wall and slowly went down her hair with it, making sure all of the soap was out of it. after you turned the shower off, you handed jinx a towel and took one for yourself. again, she started drying her hair off at the bottom, and you started from the top. it was easier than using three hairdryers like you had tried once, plus all the noise had earned you a complaint from the neighbors.

that lead up to where you were now. sitting on the floor in the living room, jinx in front of you as you braided her hair. you were a little past halfway down the first side, soft music playing from the record player on the coffee table. your arms were aching, as they did every time, but you ignored it. you knew jinx was grateful for your help, evident by all the kisses she stole throughout this whole process. you got to the point where there was so much hair in your lap, you couldn't sit as close to her as you were.

you paused your braiding for a moment, causing jinx to turn around just as you scooted back.

"hey! what are you doing?" she asked like you had personally offended her whole bloodline.

"i- i was scooting back? i need more room for your hair, baby, i can't sit that close." you explain, holding back a laugh at the look on her face.

"well sit in front of me or something! you're too far away." she huffs, crossing her arms.

you smiled, knowing there was no denying your girlfriend. if she wanted something, you did your best to make it happen. you got up, pulling the braid you were working on over her shoulder. you sat most of the hair in her lap, and picked up where you left off.

you finally finished the first braid close to an hour after you'd started, setting the end of her hair down and standing up to stretch. whenever you looked down at jinx, she was looking up at you too. she smiled once you looked at her.

"what is it?" you ask, head tilting. you knew that look, she was going to ask you for something.

"can i have a kiss?" she asked, giving you puppy eyes. she knew if her initial question didn't work, she could cuteness her way into getting what she wanted.

"of course you can. we're almost done with your hair too, we can cuddle after if you want." you suggest, bending down to kiss her before moving behind her to start the other side of her hair.

"ooh, yes! yes yes." she agreed, shifting her position to stretch her legs out. you repeated the process, braiding her hair down as far as you could and then moving in front of her to finish. you pushed both braids behind her, took her hands, and stood up.

"you look pretty." you tell her, letting your eyes roam over her face. you don't fail to catch the way her cheeks redden at your words.

"thank you. you promised cuddles!" she quickly switches subjects. jinx was never very good at accepting compliments, but it never stopped you from giving them to her anyway. she deserved to know how much she meant to you.

"you never forget, do you? c'mon." you tease, pulling her to the bedroom. you laid down first, watching jinx as she walked to her side of the bed. she crawled in beside you, snuggling right up to your chest. she nuzzles her face into your neck, placing a few kisses closer to your collarbone. you wrap your arms around her, pulling her as close as you could. your hand naturally finds her hair, toying with the ends of the braids.

"thank you for helping with my hair." jinx smiles into your neck, happy to have you this close and this happy.

"anytime." you lean your head to kiss her forehead, relaxing against her.

you meant what you said, you'd do whatever she asked of you whenever she asked as long as she was happy.

#apollo's scribbles ✍️#jinx arcane #jinx x you #jinx x reader #arcane x reader #arcane x you #lesbian #wlw

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suprababka · 2 months ago

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Hi! :)) could you do a scenario with the boys and their first time with you?

Hiii!👋 Thank you for the request! Of course I will do it! :)) However, I wrote these hcs as if the Reader is a virgin (as well as most of the guys), so I hope you don't mind that🙃 And I'm terribly sorry for taking this so long!🙏 If something is not right, please let me know, and I'll fix it. Have fun!💕

First time with them

T/W: NSWF content! Minors, do NOT interact!!!🔞🔞🔞 (also me: *writes for Metal Bat*... but he's at least 17... right?)

A/N: phew, I FINALLY finished writing this🙂‍↕️ ...Wait, what do you mean I have 300+ followers? Wow, guys, thank you so much! You're amazing🔥🤗

(if you didn't read my General NSWF headcanons, then I recommend checking it out😉)

Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs and following me! I really appreciate your feedback and support, guys!🥰🫶

You can check my masterlist to see more of my other works.

Prepare for possible OOC!

Also be aware of implied fem!reader!

(Sorry if there are any mistakes!)

And, most importantly, enjoy!!!

You've been in a relationship with Saitama for a while, and now, you're ready to take things further

But knowing your boyfriend, you have to be the first one to talk about sex

And the talk is likely to be a hard one

Because you're not sure how your man feels about it

So, one day you get the courage to have conversation

And when you're about to start it, you can't help but feel nervous all of a sudden

Saitama gets all impatient and tells you to say directly what you want from him

And you just... spill it out

1 second

2 seconds

3 seconds

4 seconds

5 seconds

"Alright, let's try that"

That's the answer you get after staring at a deadpan face in short silence

After that, you both make it to the bedroom and start making out

You lay on top of your boyfriend and caress his body (even near intimate parts)

Some time later, a pair of strong hands grips your butt and presses it against a clear boner

Wow, he is big

You smirk to yourself, realizing how much your man wants you

And, well, wetness in your pants also tells you how much you need him too

Both of you start moving, Saitama's hard dick sliding along your aroused pussy with only a layer of clothes between them

Soon, you both undress each other

Your boyfriend suggests you to ride him so you could make yourself comfortable

He just doesn't want to accidentally hurt you

You agree and, not wanting to waste any time, start slowly sliding down your man's cock

Even though you take it easy, losing virginity is still painful for you

So you take your time to adjust to new feelings inside you

Saitama reassures you, saying not to push yourself if it's too much

But you insist on going forward

You can't really tell what your boyfriend is thinking about

On one hand, you feel his stare (with somewhat worry) at your face

On the other, you know that his eyes are ranking all over your body (especially your tits)

You continue moving when you get used to new sensations

And it gets better and better with every move you make

You manage to find the perfect pose in which Saitama's dick brushes against your G-spot

And judging by your man's grunts and the way the grip on your ass tightens, he enjoys this too

The sound of skin slapping against each other and your moans fill the room

Soon enough, you both reach your peak

Panting, you lay on Saitama's chest, and he immediately wraps his arms around you, asking if you're alright

You tell that you're fine

Both of you stay like this for a while

Saitama carries you in his arms, and both of you get cleaned up

After that, of course both of you get back to bed and cuddle

Yeah, your first experience with Saitama might not be the best, but at least you took full control (and your man took care of you)😚

Genos doesn't want to pressure you into anything sexual

Both because he isn't in need for sex and because he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable and scare you away

So he decides to wait about 6 months to have a "talk" with you

S-class hero even spends the evening reading different articles and watching videos on how he should approach you with this question

And you? Well, you've been thinking about giving yourself to your boyfriend

It just so happens that you both decide to have a "conversation" at the same day

(what a convenient coincidence)

You tell Genos that you're ready to take the next step in your relationship

He feels honored

When you both get to "business", your boyfriend is extremely careful

His every move is calculated, knowing where to kiss you and caress your body

(or should I say, "remembering what he found on the Internet")

(he also takes mental notes of your weak spots)

Oh, does Genos make a great job at making you aroused and wanting more

Though you notice how focused your boyfriend is

As if he's following someone's instructions

But you decide to ignore that and give in to pleasure

After all, Demon Cyborg always takes everything seriously and walks with that stoic face of his

In the heat of the moment, you start slowly pulling off Genos' shirt

He takes it as a sign that you're ready to proceed further and begins to undress you

Your boyfriend takes a moment, admiring your naked body and complimenting you

Truth to be told, you don't waste an opportunity to enjoy the view of Genos without his clothes

Even though most of his body consists of mechanical parts

(without a dick)

(but you were warned about that earlier)

But he still looks sexy as hell

(doesn't he always tho?😏)

Your man returns to worshiping you and your body, kissing and nibbling it everywhere

When he sees and feels the wetness of your pussy, he starts paying full attention to it, flicking his tongue and tracing it along your folds

It's safe to say that Genos performs amazing cunnilingus and makes you cum in no time

But he isn't done with you, not yet

Prepare for another fantastic round of... fingering

Yeah, your boyfriend wants to please you in every possible way

As could have already guessed, the second round is no less satisfying than the previous one

And you know what? Genos wants to try out to make you cum using both his fingers and mouth

Of course, he excels at it

You pant heavily, trying to come to your sense

You didn't think it would be this good

Meanwhile, your boyfriend can't understand if he took it too far or not

You reassure him that you're alright

After that, he takes care of you, completing your every request

For some time, sex with Genos is like that

But you start feeling awkward because you're the only one who receives pleasure

And talk about with your boyfriend, who listens to you intently

He tells you that he's fine this way, but doesn't protest either

So both of you settle with asking Dr. Kuseno to modulate a dick for Genos

He calls the scientist, and they start discussing details

You could have burnt with shame while answering what size of your man's cock should be, if it should be veiny, how big testes you want, should it be able to ejaculate... well, you get the drill

Some days later, you receive your "order"

It turns out that Genos has to wear his handmade penis like a strap-on

Alright, nothing bad, come to think about it

As always, your boyfriend takes his time preparing you for him

(I guess it's evident that he makes you come undone with his mouth and hands at least one before pulling on his cock)

Genos warns you that it might be painful for you and asks you to tell him if it gets too much

He gently, slowly enters you

You were prepared for the upcoming pain, but fortunately, you don't feel much pain

(thanks to your caring man)

After giving you some time to adjust to new sensations, he begins to move at a slow pace

His thrusts gradually quicken as your moans get louder

God, he is amazing at sex

It feels like his dick was made just for you

(well, it practically is)

The way his tip kisses your uterus and stretches you inside feels like heaven to you

And soon, you let go

You finally feel like you gave in to your lover

However, the feeling that you basically force Genos into sex

Because he still looks concentrated on something with his slightly furrowed eyebrows while making love to you

Almost as if he doesn't enjoy it at all

Your boyfriend reassures you that it's not like that and that he simply focuses on satisfying you

You're not fully convinced

And then it hits you like a rock: Genos doesn't feel anything because his cock doesn't have sensibility

You talk about this with him, and he complies, calling Dr. Kuseno to fix the issue

When the upgraded version of his dick comes, the real sex begins

Not only you enjoy the process, but your boyfriend starts having pleasure as well

You feel it by the way his touch gets more passionate, his movements become more sensual, and the praises and slight moans start coming out of his mouth

And you couldn't be happier about that

Maybe it all started not exactly the way you wanted, but thankfully, Genos listened to you and was ready to work on the issues🥰

When you appear in Sonic's life, his world turns upside down

And so does his perception of many life aspects

For example, if he wasn't interested in anything sexual before, now he does

in a few months of your relationship, he can't help but start fantasizing about you in lustful ways

And you're no better: you start thinking about indulging in intimate activities with your boyfriend

But both of you aren't bold enough to take the next step, settling with just hot make outs

Until one day Sonic gets so passionate while melding his mouth with yours that his hands move down to your butt and even squeezes its cheek

A soft moan escapes your lips

The line has been crossed

Your boyfriend takes you to the bedroom and puses you down to bed without breaking away from you

Your make out session gets even more heated, and you both start undressing each other

When Sonic sees your naked body, he feels like he has never seen something as wonderful as you

(it's a miracle that he wasn't sent flying with a nosebleed)

Your boyfriend pounces on you, kissing, licking, praising, grazing with his teeth your skin

He moves from your neck down to your bosom, leaving a trail of kisses

(and stopping on your breasts to pay special attention to them)

You excitedly wait for him to please your pussy

But Sonic has other plans

He begins to bite and suck on your inner thighs, nuzzling against them

After having enough fun with your thighs, he returns his attention to your womanhood and starts devouring it

He savors your cunt and love juices as if these are the most delicious things in the world

Even though he doesn't really know anything about "special" intimate spots, he watches your reactions and remembers what makes you feel even more good

And just like that, he makes you cum and looks at you with a pride smile

The sight makes his dick twitch excitedly

Your boyfriend carefully inserts himself into you and kisses you, making your whimpers mute

You're so warm and tight

Perfect, just perfect

Even though Sonic is gentle, you still feel pain as he continues to move

He licks away a few of your tears that streamed down your cheeks, saying how sorry he is and that you're doing great

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you gradually get used to your man's cock

Soon enough, the pain turns into a pleasure, you start enjoying this

Your boyfriend relaxes, seeing your blissful expression, and his thrusts get deeper and rougher, making you gasp and moan

Sonic joins you and becomes a whimpering and groaning mess

You both dive into pure ecstasy and come together

(your boyfriend covers your inner thighs with his sperm)

Panting, he leaves a trail of kisses down to your neck, telling how amazing you are, and snuggles with you

When both of you come down from high, he cleans you up with a wet cloth and goes back to cuddling

If you want something, for example, a glass of water, he'll bring you it

So yeah, you could definitely say that your first time was full of passion and desire for each other😏

You've been thinking about taking the next step in your relationship with Garou lately

It all started when he accidentally walked in on your changing

And after that, you'd catch him staring at you... and your forms with darkening eyes

This sent pleasant shivers down your spine

You were wanted

Little did your boyfriend know that he was also desired

One day, you are making out on your couch with you straddling Garou's lap and his hands supporting your waist

Both of you get so passionate that you unconsciously start slightly sliding along your boyfriend's thigh

A weird (in a good way) feeling appears between your legs

You proceed to move more eagerly, and man hands help you with grinding

This feels so good that you start moaning into Garou's mouth

You can't see it, but you feel his smug grin as his hands begin to guide you up and down your thigh

You don't protest and press your folds more against his leg

The harsh rubbing makes your pussy wet in no time

Soon enough, you reach your orgasm and place your head on your man's shoulder

When you come back to reality, you embarrassedly gasp, realizing what just happened

(and that you drenched your boyfriend's trousers)

You look at Garou's face and see his grin and hunger in his eyes

"Heh, I didn't know that I'm such a good kisser, sweetheart"

Rolling your eyes, you playfully bump his chest

And feel something hard against your butt

It doesn't take you too much time to understand what it means

Looking down, you see a clear bulge in his pants

It's rather "impressive"

Garou picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, saying that he wants to have fun as well

Gently placing you on the sheets, he hovers over you and begins to pepper you with kisses

His kisses are tender and soft, despite a not so faint hint of desire in them

Your boyfriend undresses himself first so you could feel more comfortable

He gingerly pulls off your clothes after making sure this is okay with you

A familiar grin appears on his face when he gets to admire your bare curves

What a lucky bastard he is

His lips and hands begin to wander all over your body, kissing and caressing it

Suddenly, his fingers go down to your entrance and teasingly brush against that one spot, making you jolt

And of course Garou notices it and takes the opportunity to "have fun" with you

He uses all his imagination to work magic on you with his hands

And does he enjoy this a lot

Seeing your blissful facial expressions, hearing your soft moans and his name, feeling how wet you get, and your walls clenching around his fingers

So you're close, huh?

It takes a playful grinding on your pin for your boyfriend to send you over the edge

You can tell that he's gonna play with your pussy using his fingers a lot in the future by a mischievous glint in his eyes

After hearing from you that you're ready for him, Garou starts inserting himself into you

He attentively looks at your face to see any sign of discomfort and, unfortunately, notices you grimacing because of pain

Your boyfriend tries to somehow comfort you, telling you that you're doing a great job and that all is going to be okay soon

When he feels you adjusting to him and relaxing, he begins to move

He's rather sweet and gentle with you

You actually anticipated that Garou'd be rougher and more cocky with you in bed

(don't worry, he will in the future)

Nevertheless, you start having pleasure in the process

Your moans are like music to your man's ears

He's relieved to see that you're in no pain anymore and can enjoy your lovemaking session

Though, if you ask him to be rougher, he complies, but is careful as he doesn't want to hurt you

Fun fact: you reach your third climax before Garou does

But don't worry, he follows you not long after

Your boyfriend wants to fill you with his cum desperately

But decides to pull out at the last moment so you don't accidentally get pregnant

And damn, the sight of your cunt covered with his sperm makes him feel... things

He doesn't really understand what this is

(ah-oh, be careful, his possessive side awakened)

(not that he wasn't protective of you before, but still...)

(something primal stirred inside him)

Garou asks if you're alright

Gladly, you're more than fine

Then he carries you to the shower, and both of you get cleaned up

After that, he brings you back to bed and cuddles with

You talk for a while

When exhaustion hits you, and you fall asleep, Garou stays awake for a while admiring your cute face and feeling like the luckiest guy in the world

Some time later, he dozes off as well

That's a quite eventful first time with Garou, huh?😉

Badd loves you with all his heart and does his best not to mess everything up and disappoint you

And he excels at it

Well, until he starts feeling hot and bothered around you

Now that's a problem: Metal Bat respects your boundaries and doesn't want to scare you off

But god, is it hard for him to ignore his twitching dick in pants when you touch and kiss him

So your boyfriend settles with masturbating at his place when he has time

It helps him for some time

However, when you both start heavily making out practically on every date, he desperately prays not to get hard

As you could already have guessed, he gets unlucky one day

Zenko stays over at her friend's place, so Badd asks you out on a date and invites you to stay over at his place

(even though you almost live here already)

You find yourselves in a hot making out session on the couch

One of your hands caresses his back, and the other one is in Metal Bat's hair

Meanwhile, his fingers explore your body, running along your curves

You don't want to stop and you want more

Maybe it's finally time to bring your relationship to the next level?

After all, you've been thinking about this for a while now

Your boyfriend gets lost in the moment too, pressing his body against yours more and exploring your mouth with his tongue more hungrily

And feeling how tight his underwear feels as your hands tug his turtleneck

Wait a minute

...

Fucking hell

Metal Bat immediately stops and looks at you with panicked expression

What should he do???

His mind races with different thoughts, but nothing good comes up

You blink confused

It looks like you scared your man by trying to take the next step...

Yeah, maybe you should have asked him instead of taking action...

As you try to sit up and explain things, you feel man hands grabbing your shoulders and a voice asking you to wait

But it's too late

You feel Badd's hardness

Now you understand what's going on

Metal Bat stammers out apologies and pleads you to not see him as a pervert

You stop him by kissing him and telling that you want him as well

He is surprised, but also glad to hear it

Your boyfriend carries you to the bed, on which you pick up where you left off

You both undress each other

You're perfect, even better than he imagined

His lips and hands begin to worship your bare body

When he gets down to your pussy, he stares at it as if he can't believe this is actually happening

Badd gently pecks your labia, making you gasp

His eyes immediately dart at your face, worrying he did something wrong

But seeing pleasure on your face, he continues

He slides his tongue between your folds, tasting you

Hell, you taste amazing

Metal Bat's advances on your pussy get bolder and bolder as your moans become louder and louder

He gets addicted to your taste and smell

Soon, you come undone

(your boyfriend tries to drink all of your juices, but misses most of them)

Badd reaches out to the lower shelf of his nightstand and takes out a condom

He tries to unpack it, but fails

"How embarrassing", he thinks

You decide to help your man

You kiss him on the cheek and tell that everything is okay

Together, you manage to open the condom and put it on Metal Bat's cock

(which is already wet with his precum)

Your man kisses you, lying you back on bed and settling himself at your entrance

With one final look at you, he begins to pull in

What he feels inside you is indescribable

But the word "fantastic" does a good job at describing how his dick feels in your vagina

Badd tries to hold back his groans as he feels guilty for having pleasure while you're in pain

He comforts you by praising you and peppering your face with kisses

You gradually start getting used to new sensations as your man moves inside you

And when you finally start having your pleasure, Metal Bat suddenly stops, shuddering

Oh, he came

He pulls out of you and throws out the used condom and reaches out for a new one

Badd is ready to go for the second round only if you're also up for this

He gotta make you cum with his cock after all

And of course you agree to another lovemaking session

Which goes rather amazing

Not only you enjoy the process, but also Badd gets rougher

You both moan and gasp loudly, the sound of your skin slapping against each other joins your vocal praises

Some time later, you both cum

Metal Bat nuzzles his face against your neck and stays like for a while

Then he pulls out of you, throws out the condom again and grabs wet wipes

As he cleans you up, he talks to you, asking you if you are alright and need anything and telling you how amazing you feel

After your man is finished, he cuddles with you

You talk and share a few kisses until falling asleep

Maybe Badd was nervous and inexperienced during your and his first time, but still, he manages to satisfy you (and more)😊

Amai perfectly understands that sex is an essential part in the relationships and that both of you will get intimate sooner or later

Even though he doesn't feel the need to get off, he is kinda looking forward to making love to you

But he needs to make sure that you feel the same way

And how he does that?

The answer is simple: by watching you

He notices the way you stare at him with a desire in your eyes and how your touches get more intimate

So Sweet Mask takes you out on a date at a fancy restaurant one day

You both spend time together by cozily talking to each other (and eating delicious food)

And suddenly, Beaut starts a conversation about sex, asking if you already had it and if you're ready to do it with him

You confess that you're still a virgin, but would like to get intimate with him

Your boyfriend smirks, saying that he's glad to hear this

After that, both of you go to Amai's home where things escalate quickly, and you take them to bedroom

It all begins just like in a romantic move: he kisses you sensually, his hands passionately caress your curves, your bodies press against each other, not leaving any space between you

Soft man hands carefully undress you

And when you wanted to help your man to get rid of his clothes, he suddenly pulls away, standing up from bed

His eyes rank over your bare forms in appreciation

Beaut extends his and to you and caresses your cheek with his finger, telling how beautiful you

He offers you two options:

1) you continue the foreplay in a classic way

2) or he can play a certain game with you to make your first experience unique

You're intrigued and excited to see what he has in a store, so you choose the second variant

Smirking, Sweet Mask asks you to sit on your knees and outstretch your arms

You do as he says and feel how your boyfriend puts on you a... something like sleep mask?

As darkness surrounds you, Amai reassures you that everything is fine and tells you not to worry

Suddenly, you feel something sliding along your arm, then it goes down your other arm and back

Somehow, this makes you shiver and swallow in arousal

Your boyfriend has fun with teasing you by brushing a crop against your bare skin and even whipping it

And how much he loves to hear your gasps and hard breathing

Amai pushes you just a little bit more and then stops, pulling off sleep mask from you and commanding you to lay on your back and spread your legs

You do what he says, feeling a bit shy

Beaut gently kisses your forehead and starts grinding his fingers against your folds, making you buck your hips and follow his movements

Damn, he knows what to do with his fingers

Even you couldn't bring yourself such pleasure on lonely nights

Some time later, he inserts hos one finger in you and moves it while other fingers are busy with your labia

Soon, another finger digs into your cunt, stretching your hole

Now this kinda hurts

You try to get used to pain

And as you adjust to it, a third finger joins the other two

Another wave of pain washes over you, making you squirm and clench your walls tightly

Maybe the third finger was too much for you

But Sweet Mask doesn't remove it, giving you some time to adapt

You both stay like this for a while

When your muscles start to relax a bit, he removes his fingers

This leaves you both frustrated due to feeling empty inside

And relived that you don't have to feel the pain anymore

All of this forgotten as you see your man undressing

What a great view indeed

Then Amai comes to the edge of his bed and motions you to get closer

You crawl to him like a good girl you are

He gently grabs your chin and guides it down to his hard dick

You swallow both in anticipation and fear

Beaut tells you to take it easy and if you don't want to do it, then it's fine

But you decide to try yourself in giving a head

You start by leaving a trail of kisses along your man's cock and peck his tip

After that, you gradually take a top his manhood into your mouth and start sucking it

Sweet Mask places his hand on the top of your head and guides you

His moves aren't persistent though, more like supporting you

Your mouth goes down his dick little by little, making sure not to throw up due to gag reflex

What pleasantly surprises is that your boyfriend helps you by telling you what to do better, giving advice and explaining you some tricks in a comforting way

And you're grateful for that

You'd feel anxious about a thought of performing someone a blow job earlier

But now, as the cock's tip reaches your throat, you're aroused as hell and enjoy this

You also feel how your lewd cunt pulses, wanting for more, and how your juices fall down from it on the bedsheets or slide down along your thighs

Your hand moves down to your pussy and starts paying attention to it, massaging it and digging fingers into it

Amai notices that and smirks

Good, that means you're ready for him

Some moments later, he pulls out his dick

Damn, the second orgasm denial

You glance up at him, wondering what you did wrong

Beaut pats your head, saying that you did a fantastic job, but now it's time for the main part

He lies on top of you, kissing you and slowly shoving his cock into you

Yeah, this is far from his fingers

Even though you feel pain, it's not overbearing

And gladly, you adjust to it pretty quickly as your man begins to move

Your moans escape your lips and your nails dig into your man's shoulders

He feels so good

His dick brushes against all of your weak spots, making your pussy wet more and more

You also feel how you get closer and closer to the edge with each thrust

And finally, you come undone beneath your boyfriend

But Sweet Mask is not done with you

He flips you onto your stomach and shoves his dick even deeper inside you

A load moan erupts from your mouth as you feel yourself getting aroused again

Now your man's moves get rougher and harder, turning you into a moaning mess

His tip harshly invades your womb now instead of sweetly kissing it like before

Your cunt is all wet and ready to cum again

Amai's thrusts quicken, meaning he is a bout to finish as well

And soon, you both reach your peaks

And your boyfriend fills you with his sperm

He is the first one to come down from the high

Kissing the top of your head, he scoops you in his arms and carries you to the shower

You come back to reality when you feel warm water dropping on you and man hands cleaning you up

You hug Beaut, placing your head on his chest, and he wraps his arms around you as well

You stand like this for a while

Sweet Mask gets out of the shower and goes to change the bedsheets

Then he returns and carries you back to his clean bed

If you need anything to eat or drink, he will get it for you

But truth to be told, you fall asleep almost as soon as you both start cuddling

Amai watches you for some time and closes his eyes, drifting off too

Wow, Beaut really knows how to make your first time together so steamy and unforgettable🥵

Sex isn't something that Flashy Flash needs in his life or thinks about

And even you don't wake his sexual need

Much to your disappointment

Because you, on the contrary, want to give in to your man

You flirt with him, try to seduce him by wearing revealing clothes, touch him and caress his muscles, kiss his neck or earlobes, etc.

Basically, you do everything what would make any other man want you

But not the infamous S-class hero, apparently

Hell, you even take bath together

And the sight of your naked body doesn't make him feel anything

(or maybe it does, but he doesn't realize that)

(one of life's great mysteries)

But one thing is for sure: you got a dummy as your boyfriend

So yeah, it looks like you have to be straightforward with him

But not necessary with words

So one evening, when you enjoy a hot bath together, you decide to take the lead

It all starts with a few pecks there and there

Flashy Flash returns your kisses

That's a good sign

You straddle his lap and begin to shower his face and neck with kisses as your hands wander over hero's body

And your boyfriend joins you too, caressing your curves in return

The moment gets heated

You even start softly moaning while making out

Suddenly, you feel something poking your butt

Something hard and covered with skin

It's Flash's dick

And damn, he's huge

But hey, you finally did it!

Smirking, you pull away to look at your boyfriend's face

And as you're about to make a witty remark, he does it before you could make a sound

"Finally decided to take the action, huh?" he smiles smugly

This bastard

Not giving you time to react, you turns you around so your ass and pussy face him

Your hands support your body by grabbing the edge of the bath

"Let me show you how it's done", a man's voice sounds from behind

A pair of hands cup your tits, massaging and squeezing them, and soft lips leave a trail of kisses from your neck down to your... waist

Your pussy is already wet and throbs as it feels a hot breath on it

Flashy Flash finally starts licking and even slightly nibbling your entrance, his nose brushes against your sensitive spots

After a while, he goes up to your butt and starts eating you out there as well

Never in your life had you thought that the S-class hero, Flashy Flash, would devour not just your pussy but your ass too

As you feel yourself slowly getting close to the edge, Flash removes his mouth from you and brushes his cock against your folds, making you moan in excitement

After grinding his dick for a while, he starts gradually entering you

Unfortunately, this doesn't go without pain

Your boyfriend tries to soothe you by gently rubbing your skin around your belly and intimate parts

And even (!!!) praises you, telling you that you're doing a great job

When you adapt to his length, Flash starts gently moving inside you

Soon, pain in your lower part changes into weirdly pleasant feeling

Your boyfriends feels you relaxing and begins to rock his hips faster, but no less gently

The bathroom fills with your moans again, and sweet praises coming out of hero's mouth join them

His hands tenderly caress your curves and his lips pepper you with light kisses

Soon, you feel your climax building up again

A few more deep thrusts send you and your man over the edge

He covers your ass cheeks with his sperm

You'd think that's the end, but you hear Flashy asking you if you're ready for the second round

And of course your needy self gives affirmative answer

S-class hero makes love to you sweetly, lovingly and softly

And despite that, his cock perfectly brushes against your weak spots, giving you immense pleasure

And soon enough, you cum together as well

Your ass gets covered with semen again

While you come down from high, panting, your boyfriend cleans both you up, gets out of the bath, wraps a towel around his waist and extends his hand to you

You take his hand and get out of the bath

Flash covers you with a towel and kisses your forehead

After that, you both get ready to go to bed where S-class hero gives you a good massage so you won't be sore the next morning

You cuddle, and some time later, you fall asleep

Your boyfriend makes sure that you sleep soundly and only after that joins you

Who could have thought that always stoic Flashy Flash turns into a sweet and soft man while making love to you? You definitely didn't, but you're grateful for it😇

I'll never get tired of telling you that Zombieman is a real gentleman in your relationship

He never looks at you in an inappropriate way

However, S-class hero understands that both of you will indulge in lustful activities one day

So he settles with just preparing for your first time together (reading some articles on how to give your pleasure) and waiting for you to be ready to take the next step in the relationship

Because he believes he will come out as a pervert if he brings this topic up first

And he will be damned if he upsets you somehow

As for you... Well, you've been wanting your man for a while now

Especially when you saw him after his fights with monsters on news or in real life

Those abs and pumped up biceps shouldn't be left with attention!

Gladly, you both communicate in your relationship, so you're used to talking about what bothers you and listening to each other

So you decide to have a conversation on one of your café dates

Fortunately, your talk goes rather smoothly and easy

Zombieman tells you that he's happy to hear this and would like to get intimate with you as well

Though, you don't get straight away to the business

Both of you take an HIV test first

And when you get the results, saying that everything is alright and you both don't have any venereal diseases, you're finally ready to give in to each other

Your boyfriend takes you to his home and guides you to his bedroom

He gently pins you on his bed under him

S-class hero knows that he needs to prepare you for him before taking any advances on you

And let me tell you that he takes his time with this

Zombieman sensually kisses and lightly bites your lips, earlobes, chin, neck, shoulders, collarbones

(all spots he read about that can potentially arouse you)

Meanwhile, his hands caress your curves

In the heat of the moment, you don't notice how you pull off your man's T-shirt

Finally, you can do what you've been craving for

Your fingers begin to teasingly run along his muscles and explore his body

S-class hero gives you a small smile, enjoying the sensations and getting rid of his jeans

He continues making out with you until he feels you getting undressed

After helping you out with your clothes, he admires your body, telling how great you look

Zombieman gets back to worshiping your body with his lips and tongue

When the bulge in his pants gets unbearable, he takes off his pants, freeing his hard dick and making you gasp

Afraid that he did something wrong, his eyes immediately dart to your face

Hero exhales relieved when he sees desire in your stare

(and when he notices how wet your panties are in the corner of his eyes)

Smirking, you begin slowly untying your bra

This makes your boyfriend swallow hard, feeling his cock twitching

As your fingers tug the waistband of your undies, strong man hands impatiently pull them off

And again, Zombieman can't help but enjoy the sight of your naked body

One of his hands goes down to your pussy, rubbing it, and the other one cups one of your tits, squeezing it

His mouth starts paying attention to your other boob, licking and grazing the nipple

The pleasure makes you moan and buck your hips, wanting more

This doesn't go unnoticed, and you feel two fingers slowly stretching your hole

You whimper in pain as your boyfriend tries to comfort you, talking to you so you get distracted from unpleasant feelings

And it helps

As he feels you relaxing, he starts moving his fingers inside you

You enjoy new sensations, but still, it's not enough for you

You want your man's cock

Hearing your request, Zombieman removes his fingers and starts slowly entering you

You knew it'd be painful and was prepared for that

But damn, it still stings rather bad

S-class hero tries to comfort you again by praising you and making a small talk on an abstract topic

You try to focus on the conversation with your boyfriend and ignore the aching in your lower body part

Soon, the pain gradually fades away, and you get aroused as well

Your boyfriend notices that and starts rocking his lips

His movements are gentle and careful

He lifts your pelvis up so he could thrust deeper into you

Now his dick perfectly brushes against all of your weak spots, making you moan louder and louder

Your pussy definitely loves that and starts to extract love juices more

Every time the cock's tip pecks your womb, you feel like it's the breaking point

And it doesn't take you long to cum when Zombieman's moves quicken

After a few more thrusts, he follows you, ejaculating in your warm pussy

His lips meet yours in a loving kiss

S-class hero tells you how amazing you were and asks if you're alright

Then he takes you to the shower to clean you up

He even massages your intimate zone, hoping to ease the possible soreness between your legs the next morning

His hands move cautiously, making sure not to hurt you

When you're done washing yourselves, you return to bed and cuddle

If you need anything, just ask him and consider it done

Your eyes grow heavy after some time of talking to your lover and listening to his steady heartbeat

So you fall asleep

The hero admires your sleeping face for some time and then proceeds to doze off as well

You couldn't ask for a better man to have your first time with than Zombieman, and you're so happy that he handled it like a gentleman and like a caring boyfriend😌

King may come off as an innocent man who doesn't watch hentai or play games of this genre

And of course he definitely doesn't jerk off

Alright, let's be real

He is a dirty pervert and masturbates pretty often

This worsens when he starts dating you

Because now he can fanaticize only about you, even if he feels guilty after doing so

Your boyfriend also doesn't know how to approach you with this topic

So he hopes that things will go naturally

And they do

But not in the way he would like to

It's a regular day

You're in the city, busy with your stuff

King is at his place and plays videogames

A suggestive scene is played

And of course your boyfriend gets hot and bothered, imagining if it were you and him

He hurries to the toilet and pulls out his hard cock

As he starts stroking it, he catches a glimpse of your dirty panties in the laundry bin

Ah-oh, he knows what comes next

King hurryingly takes your undies and stuffs his mouth with them

Mmm, tasty as always

Hero continues grinding his dick with his teeth gripping your underwear

However, this is not enough

He wraps your panties around his member and proceeds masturbating further

Now that's the deal

As he feels the climax building up, he moans

Suddenly, he hears footsteps and the door opening

King freezes, turning his head and seeing you in the doorway

He feels like the word stops with him as well

Weren't you supposed to be somewhere in the city now?

Well, yeah, you were

But you managed to deal with your stuff earlier than you expected and decided to surprise your boyfriend, coming home earlier

Turns out, he prepares a bigger surprise for you

The sight before you doesn't disgust you

On the contrary, it makes your pussy pleasantly tingle

Maybe because you've been waiting for a moment to bring your relationship to the next level lately

You walk up to your man who looks at you with a dread in his eyes, waiting for your wrath

But instead, you smirk and start stroking his dick

Holy moly, your hand works magic on him

King cums rather soon and looks at you ashamed

What are you gonna do now? Should he say something? Can he just sink into the ground already?

You motion him to follow you, and he complies

You command him to undress and lay on the bed

And the obedient boy he is, the gamer does what you say

You smirk again and start stroking his cocks again, turning your boyfriend into a whimpering mess

You don't know why, but this makes you aroused as hell

The hero reaches his peak pretty fast again

He starts mumbling something, but you can't really make out what he tries to utter

You ask him again, again and again

Finally, he gets the courage and screams out that he wants to eat out your pussy

You hum amused and begin undressing yourself

King stares at you, not quite believing what is happening

You give him a small show by stripping down and grin at sight of your flustered man

When you're finished, the hero lies on his back and excitedly waits for you to sit on his face

You can't keep him waiting now, can you?

As soon as you settle yourself on him, he immediately starts devouring your cunt, hungrily licking and nibbling it

And his nose rubs your clit in the just perfect way

Wow, you didn't expect this to feel that good

But no complaints from you

You tug on his hair with one hand and grasp the headboard with the other one

Your hips start bucking, following your boyfriend's movements

And soon, you come undone, wetting gamer's face with your love juices

When you get off from King, you see him laying with closed eyes and satisfied smile as if one of his biggest dreams came true

He quickly returns to reality and licks off all your wetness around his lips

Meanwhile, you move to his dick, preparing to sit down

A pair of man hands gently grab your waist, ready to help you

With one final look at hero's face, you start slowly sliding down his cock

Even though you're able to regulate your speed and pose, this process is still painful for you

King guides you, pronging your pussy to his full length

You take your time to adjust to the unpleasant feeling between your legs

Your boyfriend is concerned about you and tries to come up with solutions on how he can help you and ease your pain

His hand smoothly stroke your back as he talks to you in a reassuring way

Moreover, he manages to make you laugh!

He smiles relieved as you seem to stop feeling any discomfort

You smile as well, feeling the familiar tingling in your womanhood

You decide to move again and, fortunately, there is no pain anymore

Both of you finally can enjoy the sex to the fullest

The gamer starts rocking his hips, joining you

You moan, placing your hands on his shoulders

King gets vocal as well, getting louder than you

You both feel like you're in seventh heaven as the room fills with different lewd sounds you both make

Your boyfriend's dick teases your sensitive spots, bringing you closer and closer to the edge

His nails dig into your waist and his thrusts quicken, meaning that he's going to reach his peak too

And soon, you both cum together

Gladly, the hero pulls out his cock just in time

You flop on his chest panting and tired

King immediately wraps his arms around you, still coming down from high too

Both of you stay like this until your boyfriend is back in the real world and starts cleaning you up

He makes sure that you're alright and all your needs are met

After that, you cuddle and talk to each other

Mostly, you discuss what just happened and make jokes about it there and there

And then you both happily fall asleep

Who could have known that catching your boyfriend at masturbating would lead to such passionate a night? Neither you nor King could have foreseen this, but both of you are happy with the outcome😜

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thepinkpanther83 · 1 month ago

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After reading your request blurbs/one shots and loving them. I decided to request my own.

Eddie lives by himself in an apartment building. You move in beside him and he's immediately smitten with you. You and Eddie talk in passing etc. Eddie is fed up having to hear the extent of the disappointing dates you keep bringing home. Eddie can hear everything going on in your bedroom/apartment because the walls are paper thin. You Eddie has had enough and decides he needs to show you how a good date is supposed to end so he asks you out next time he sees you.

You go in your date and hit it off. You two have great chemistry together. You end the night in his bed. You two barely spend anytime apart after that night. You and Eddie receive numerous noise complaints from your neighbors regarding noise levels coming from the bedroom but Eddie says he won't keep it down he can't help it.

You get the idea.

Thank you. Love your writing! 💕

The Girl Next Door

Story Request: “The Girl Next Door”

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

This one’s for @daveythorntonslocker -thank you so much for this delightfully sinful request. The moment I read it, I knew I’d have to dive in headfirst and let Eddie get a little loud, a little possessive, and a whole lot handsy. You handed me a premise too juicy to resist, and I’m beyond excited to bring it to life. Get ready for noise complaints, neighborly tension, and one very determined metalhead who’s about to ruin you… sweetly, of course. 💋

~Pinkie 🍒

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Summary:

Living alone was working just fine for Eddie Munson… until she moved in.

The new girl next door is cute, charming, and clearly incapable of choosing a decent man to save her life. Eddie learns that the hard way when he starts hearing everything through the paper-thin walls of their apartment building. The bad jokes, the worse dates, the awkward, unsatisfying hookups that leave her sighing instead of satisfied.

He tries to ignore it. He really does. But there’s only so many nights a man can listen to that and not fantasize about showing her how it’s supposed to be done.

When he finally works up the nerve to ask her out, Eddie’s determined to give her the kind of date… and the kind of night, she’ll never forget. But once that line gets crossed, there’s no going back. Not when the chemistry’s this loud. Not when he’s waited this long to finally make her his.

Thin walls. Thicker tension. Zero plans to keep it down. Note: This is a multi-chapter story (5) within one post.

Click "Keep Reading" below the cut to read. 😘

Chapter One: “New Girl, Thin Walls” The apartment door sticks. You wrestle with it, hip-checking the warped frame with a grunt, arms full of grocery bags and a rolled-up welcome mat that’s already shedding glitter. The hallway light flickers above you- buzzing faintly like it’s as new to you as you are to it.

“Need a hand?”

The voice cuts through the stillness, and you glance up to see him- your neighbor, leaning casually against the doorframe of the apartment across from yours. Messy curls. A faded Judas Priest tee. A cigarette behind one ear, unlit but clearly forgotten. And that look- half amusement, half something else, something you’re too busy to examine.

You smile, breathless. “I got it, thanks.”

You don’t, but you’re stubborn, and he seems to get that, because he lets you struggle for a moment longer before stepping in anyway.

He takes two bags off your arms- without asking, and ducks into your new place like he’s been here before. You watch his shoulders shift beneath his shirt, and you don’t mean to, but your eyes linger. A few steps in, he sets the bags down on your kitchen counter, then glances around like he’s inspecting it for you. Like he already knows how the light hits at different hours of the day.

“I’m Eddie,” he says, turning to face you. His smile isn’t flirtatious- at least, not outright. It’s casual. Easy. Like it’s just for you. “I live next door.”

You give him your name in return, and when he repeats it back to you, it sounds a little different in his voice- softer, like he’s already memorizing it. Tucking it away for later.

“You just moving in?” he asks, though it’s obvious.

“Yeah. Today’s my first real day here.”

He nods. “Welcome to the castle. The walls are shit, the radiator clanks like it’s possessed, and the upstairs neighbor walks like he’s wearing lead boots. But… the rent’s cheap, and there’s a halfway decent pizza place down the street.”

You smile again. “Noted.”

And then, just before he steps out, he catches you humming- something under your breath, something you didn’t even realize you were doing. He freezes, eyes narrowing.

“Wait… is that Iron Maiden?”

You blink. “Yeah… ‘Revelations.’ It was on the radio earlier and got stuck in my head.”

Eddie grins so wide it’s like someone flipped a switch behind his eyes. “Okay, I was gonna say welcome, but now I’m saying officially welcomed.”

You laugh, and he lingers in the doorway a second longer than necessary. You don’t mind. Not even a little.

“I’ll catch you around,” he says, casual as ever, already backing into the hall.

“You will,” you reply, just as breezy. You’re not sure what you mean by it yet, but something about the way his gaze lingers says he’ll hold you to it.

He disappears next door. The hallway goes quiet.

And you, completely unaware, have just moved in across from Eddie Munson- the man who’s about to hear every word, every sound, and every sigh through paper-thin walls.

He doesn’t mean to listen.

At first.

The walls are shitty- that much he warned you about himself. But now he’s learning exactly how thin they really are. Because he can hear you through them. Clear as a bell.

He notices it the first night, when your laugh trickles through the drywall around 8:30. It’s light and breathy, followed by the clink of glasses. Someone else’s voice responds, deeper, male. Eddie frowns. Turns up his TV. Turns it back down again.

He tries to ignore it.

He fails.

The guy sounds like a douche. Says something about “commodity trading” and “networking potential,” and Eddie nearly chokes on his soda. You’re polite- he can hear it in your voice, the soft “Oh, cool” you give like a peace offering. But it’s fake. He can tell.

Then comes the awkward pause. The forced shift in conversation. Another round of that uncomfortable laugh Eddie’s now learned to recognize. It's not the real one, the one he heard when you said Iron Maiden in that first conversation, like it was second nature. This one’s the filler laugh. The please leave now laugh.

Eventually, the guy does leave.

But he’s not the last.

Over the next few weeks, Eddie hears the door across the hall open and close at increasingly weirder hours. Different shoes. Different voices. One guy calls you “babe” on the second date. Another seems to have no idea what band is on your t-shirt. A third- Eddie’s personal favorite, can’t figure out how to unhook your bra, and stammers something about needing “more light.”

Eddie muffles a groan against his pillow.

He can’t stop hearing it. Every creak of your mattress, every embarrassed sigh, every clumsy kiss that lands too hard, too fast. He hears the disappointment in your voice- the quiet “yeah, that’s fine” after the guy finishes too quickly, the sigh when he doesn’t ask if you did.

It drives him nuts.

He tells himself it’s none of his business. That he doesn’t care. That he’s just being a nosy neighbor with too much time on his hands.

But when you giggle at something dumb one of them says- too high, too fake, and just a little too late, Eddie throws his arm over his eyes and growls, "Jesus H. Christ."

A moment of silence.

Then, softer, quieter, like a secret:

“Just give me twenty minutes with her and she’ll never go back to these assholes…”

The worst part isn’t the bad dates.

It’s hearing you talk about them later.

It happens on a quiet Sunday afternoon, and Eddie’s sprawled on his couch, chewing stale pretzels and thumbing through an old issue of Hit Parader when your voice filters through the wall- louder than usual, like you're on the phone.

“…I don’t know,” you sigh. “He was fine. Nice enough, I guess. But it’s like…”

A pause. He hears the rustle of your couch, the clink of a mug.

“…like I’m the only one trying. Every guy I go out with lately either thinks I'm gonna fall for the first bar tab they cover, or they’re trying to get laid before I’ve even sat down.”

Eddie blinks, magazine forgotten.

“Oh, and don’t get me started on the sex,” you say, laughing dryly. “I faked it. Again. I think I’ve forgotten what it’s like to actually enjoy it.”

You groan. “God, is that depressing? That sounds depressing.”

Eddie’s mouth goes dry.

He should stop listening. Really. This is absolutely crossing a line.

But you keep going, and something inside him just... crumples.

“It’s like nobody wants to know me. Not really. They just want the cliff-notes version. The girl with the band tees and the bedroom eyes. But the second I say something weird or get too into a song or ask about their childhood… poof. It’s awkward silence or they start talking about their dick size.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. His heart is pounding in his chest. He presses his fist to his mouth.

And then, quieter- so soft he almost misses it:

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just hard to love.”

That’s what undoes him.

Not the sex talk. Not the parade of guys.

That line. That goddamn line.

He sits there for a long time after you hang up, staring at the water stain on his ceiling, teeth clenched so hard his jaw aches. Then, sometime after midnight, after his third failed attempt at sleep, he throws the covers off with a frustrated grunt.

Rolls onto his back. Stares at the ceiling.

Pulls the pillow over his face and mutters:

“Just one night, sweetheart. That’s all I’d need. One night to show you you’re not hard to love at all.”

Chapter Two: “Enough’s Enough” The laundry room’s as grimy as ever- half-lit and humming, all chipped tile and lint dust. One of the overhead fluorescents flickers like it’s on its deathbed. Eddie’s elbow-deep in a busted vending machine, trying to coax out a rogue pack of gum with a bent coat hanger and absolutely not expecting company.

Until your voice floats in, bright and breezy.

“You know they restock that thing on Thursdays, right?”

He freezes. Turns.

And there you are.

Hair done, face glowing, outfit absolutely illegal. Skirt swaying just enough to give him heart palpitations, little boots clicking across the tile. You’ve got a laundry bag slung over your shoulder and your headphones around your neck, humming something he recognizes- a little Bowie, maybe? Or Talking Heads? Doesn’t matter. You’re a vision, and he’s a guy with a coat hanger and stolen gum in his hand.

He schools his face into something nonchalant.

“Yeah, well. Some of us like a challenge.” He drops the coat hanger into the basket beside him, straightens up. “What are you doing down here? I thought you had your laundry day pegged for Tuesdays.”

You shrug, brushing past him to toss your load into the next washer over. “Got off work early. Thought I’d knock it out before my date tonight.”

Eddie pauses.

Date.

The word lingers in the air, sharp and unwelcome, like cigarette smoke in a closed car.

You don’t notice the change in his expression. You’re too busy tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, humming again, setting your phone on top of the washer like it’s just another Thursday and not a knife to the gut.

And that’s when it hits him- how many little run-ins there’ve been since you moved in. Elevator chitchat. Passing in the hall. That time you helped him pick up his spilled groceries, he never fully recovered from the glimpse of your Ramones tee and pink Converse. The way you always smile like you see him. Not just nod-and-pass neighbor courtesy- like you really see him.

And still, here you are. Getting dressed up. For another idiot.

Another idiot who isn’t him.

You’re loading your detergent when Eddie leans back against the machine, arms folded, the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth.

“So…” he starts casually, eyes flicking to your outfit, “this date like a boyfriend or something?”

You shoot him a glance over your shoulder. “Nuh uh. Another first date.”

He raises an eyebrow, letting that hang for a moment before he deadpans: “Let me guess- date number six, some guy who talks about money laundering and calls his mom ‘babe’?”

Your head snaps around, eyes wide. “What?!”

Eddie shrugs, looking entirely too smug. “I’m just sayin’. You’ve got a type.”

You laugh- an actual, full-bodied laugh, caught so off guard by the sheer absurdity of it. A little blush creeps into your cheeks as you turn back to the washer, hiding behind the clatter of the lid.

“Okay, ouch,” you say, amused. “He didn’t call his mom ‘babe,’ he just… he had a weird relationship with her.”

Eddie gives you a look like, yeah, that’s not better, and makes a quiet mmmhm sound, clearly biting back more commentary.

You shake your head, but you’re still smiling. “Wait- how’d you even know about that one?”

He falters for the briefest moment, then recovers with a smirk and a low, teasing:

“Thin walls, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks darken just a bit more, your posture straightening. “Oh god, you’ve heard…?”

He holds up both hands in mock surrender. “Don’t worry, it’s not like I keep a journal or anything. Just… you know. Patterns.”

You give him a playful glare, but there’s a new flicker of something behind your eyes now. Curiosity. Embarrassment. A touch of heat. And a dawning realization.

You’re still half-laughing, half-cringing at the idea of Eddie overhearing your greatest dating hits when he leans in, eyes flicking over you- not just your outfit this time, but you. The way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you're flustered. The curve of your lips trying to hide that smirk. The way your perfume wraps around him, subtle and maddening.

He licks his bottom lip and drops his voice just a touch lower. Still teasing, but now there’s something molten underneath it.

“Tell you what…” he murmurs, fingers tapping the lid of the washer like a drum roll, “Why don’t you let me show you how a date’s supposed to end?”

The line drops between you both like a match in gasoline.

You blink, startled. “Wait- what?”

His grin widens, cocky and earnest all at once. “You heard me.”

“I… thought you weren’t interested.”

Eddie tilts his head. “I’ve been one bad date away from kicking down your door and offering my services.”

You stare at him, caught completely off guard, and when you don’t say anything right away, he softens- just slightly. “Look, if I’m outta line, you can totally ignore me. But I’ve been listening to you settle for the worst guys in town and thinking… if you gave me one shot, I could show you it doesn’t have to be that way.”

Your mouth goes dry. “You mean like… a date?”

“Yeah,” he says, stepping a little closer, voice quieter now- less performance, more intent. “An actual date. No weird money laundering, no calling my mom ‘babe.’ Just… you, me, maybe a good record spinning and something decent to eat. And if we end up back in one of our beds, it won’t be disappointing, I promise you that.”

You stare at him for a moment- longer than a beat, honestly, and then: “…Okay.”

He blinks. “Wait- okay okay?”

You nod, tucking your lip between your teeth. “Yeah. Okay. Surprise me.”

And oh, baby, the way he lights up at that? You’d think he just won the lottery. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to look casual and failing spectacularly.

“Cool. Cool cool cool. Uh, how’s tomorrow?”

You smile. “Looking forward to it, Munson.”

“Don’t go on any more bad dates until then.”

“I won’t if you don’t let me down.”

He holds your gaze, all confidence now. “I won’t.”

Chapter Three: “One Good Date”

You don't know what you expected when you said yes to Eddie Munson, but it wasn’t… this.

Not the warm, buttery curl of a guitar riff rolling from his tape deck. Not the way he opens the car door for you like a total gentleman, only to hop around and fist the air when his van actually starts on the first try. Not the way he grins like your laughter is the entire point of the evening.

“You like Patsy Cline?” he asks, sliding a glance your way as her voice croons through the speakers. His ringed fingers drum against the wheel in rhythm, loose and casual.

“Only when I’m wearing cowboy boots and crying on a porch.”

He lets out a bark of laughter. “Damn. You’re dangerous.”

The diner he takes you to is nothing special- a hole-in-the-wall joint tucked between a pawn shop and a laundromat, but it’s his. The waitress knows him by name, pours his coffee before he even asks, and gives you a subtle up-down like she’s trying to solve a mystery.

He orders a patty melt with extra pickles. You get a burger, fries and a milkshake. He steals one, boldly, right off your plate without asking.

“That’s a felony,” you say, mock-gasping.

“You’ve got sauce and no defense system. I had to.” He shrugs. “This is a war crime, actually- your ketchup-to-fry ratio is criminal.”

You toss a balled up napkin at him. He catches it. Smirks.

After dinner, you walk. The streets are quiet, painted orange and blue under flickering lamps. Your hands brush once, twice, before his pinky hooks yours on the third try and stays.

Neither of you talk about it.

Instead, he makes you laugh. He does impressions- bad ones. Bowie, Kermit, your nosy old neighbor with the crusty poodle. You toss your head back, shoulders shaking, and he looks at you like you’re a sunrise made just for him.

“What?” you ask, catching him staring.

He shrugs again, slow and a little shy. “You’re just… really easy to be around.”

You look away, hiding a smile. “Yeah. You too.”

And somewhere between laughing at his God-awful Walkman playlist and mock-threatening to steal his jacket, it clicks.

Not a loud, obvious snap. Just something soft. Natural. Like a puzzle piece sliding into place.

He gets you. And you’re starting to realize you might want to get him too.

Eddie unlocks his apartment with a flick of his wrist, kicking the door open gently with the toe of his boot. He steps aside to let you in first, and the moment you cross the threshold, it feels like something changes.

The air is warm, thick with quiet music drifting from a record he must’ve left spinning earlier- The Kinks, lo-fi and crackly. The lights are low, golden, and everything smells faintly like cedarwood, weed, and the cherry cola he spilled on the rug last week and never really cleaned up. It's lived-in. It’s him.

You glance over your shoulder, amused. “Didn’t take you for a mood lighting guy.”

He shrugs off his jacket, tosses it onto the couch. “I contain multitudes.”

You walk in slowly, fingertips grazing the top of his bookshelf, the side of a worn amp, the edge of his dining table that clearly hasn’t seen a proper meal in months. Every corner tells a story.

Behind you, he hovers. Watching. Waiting.

You turn to face him- just the two of you now, silence settling soft, and curious in the space between.

“So…” you murmur, head tilted, a ghost of a grin on your lips. “Is this where the good date ends?”

Eddie’s gaze drops to your lips, then back to your eyes. His own smile curls slow, dangerous.

“Nah,” he says, voice low and thick as honey. He takes one step closer. “It’s just getting started, sweetheart.”

Chapter Four: “Walls be Damned”

The moment the bedroom door clicks shut behind you, it’s like gravity shifts. Like the entire night has been leading to this- not just a kiss, not just the buzz of good chemistry and lingering stares, but this crushing inevitability between you.

Eddie’s eyes darken as they lock onto yours, and for the first time since this date began, he looks unsure of what to do with his hands.

You solve that for him.

You step forward, curl your fingers into the collar of his flannel- his second favorite one, the one soft with wear and smelling like weed and laundry soap, and you tug him down just enough to kiss him.

It starts slow. Careful. Testing.

But it ends messy.

Teeth. Tongue. A soft moan into his mouth like you’ve been starved for this, like you need him closer than physics should allow.

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters when you part just enough to breathe. “Been thinkin’ about this since the first time I heard you laugh through the wall.”

You lean in again, tugging at his flannel. “Then take it off.”

He does. Fast. The flannel hits the floor, followed by the black tee beneath it. You step back to drink him in- pale, inked, lean. He’s wiry muscle and soft belly, and those arms, those veins, that trail of hair down his stomach that disappears into his jeans. Your mouth actually waters.

“Jesus Christ,” you murmur.

Eddie grins, cocky and pink in the cheeks. “That good, huh?”

You answer by lifting your own shirt, slow and deliberate. He watches every inch of skin as it’s revealed, eyes glazed, lips parted.

When your bra comes off too, he stumbles forward like he forgot how to stand still.

“Fuck me, you're-” His mouth finds your neck first. Then your collarbone. He takes his time, open-mouthed kisses that drag lower and lower while his hands slide up your waist. “Been thinking about this. About you. Every goddamn night…”

You gasp when he mouths at your chest, teeth grazing just enough to make you twitch.

“Bed?” you whisper, desperate now, your legs trembling from nothing but anticipation.

He nods, breathing hard, and leads you there- hand in yours like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. Clothes come off in pieces along the way. Shoes kicked off. Your jeans shimmying down your hips. His belt undone with one good tug.

By the time you both reach the bed, you’re in nothing but your panties, and he’s down to his boxers. The sight of him- flushed, pupils blown wide, tattoos, ringed-fingers twitching with restraint- is almost enough to make you come undone on the spot.

Eddie pulls back slightly, chest heaving, voice rough. “You ready for this?”

Your answer is to cup the back of his neck and drag him down into another kiss- one that’s all tongue and need, one that says yes, yes, yes, more.

The mattress barely dips under your weight before Eddie’s hands are on your thighs, spreading you open like he’s unveiling a secret he’s waited a lifetime to see.

He settles between your legs, reverent. Slow. His hands glide up the backs of your knees, dragging your legs over his shoulders as he sinks to the floor in front of the bed- like a sinner ready to confess at the altar of your body.

“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes, eyes locked on the damp cotton clinging to your cunt. “You’re soaked.”

You squirm under his stare, your chest rising and falling in uneven waves. “Eddie-”

“No, let me,” he murmurs, fingers curling around the waistband of your panties. “Let me take care of you.”

He peels them down, inch by inch, and when he finally gets his first unobstructed look at you, his mouth falls open.

“Jesus H…” he whispers. “You’re perfect.”

Then he leans in and groans- a low, wrecked sound, before kissing the inside of your thigh. Then the other. Then just above your clit, warm breath ghosting over you like a tease.

You whimper, hips twitching. “Eddie… please.”

“Oh, baby,” he says, voice dropping to something soft and molten, “I’m gonna make you say my name a whole lot sweeter than that.”

He licks a long, slow stripe up your center- flat tongue, full pressure, and your body arches like it’s been set on fire.

Eddie moans against you, genuinely, like the taste of you is enough to short-circuit his brain. “Fuck, you taste so good. So fucking sweet. Like I knew you would.”

He doesn’t rush. No, he savors. Tongue working in tight, deliberate strokes, pausing to suck your clit into his mouth gently before letting go, dragging his tongue over it again until your legs are shaking.

And the whole time? His eyes stay locked on yours- dark, hungry, desperate to see what he’s doing to you.

“You’re already close, huh?” he murmurs, his voice husky, lips glistening with your slick. “I can feel you shaking, sweetheart.”

You can barely speak, fingers fisted in the sheets, moaning open-mouthed as he drags the tip of his tongue in circles around your clit.

“You think those other assholes could ever make you feel like this?” he growls, kissing your inner thigh again, then diving back in with more intensity- licking deep, sucking harder. “No one else gets to see you like this. Just me. You understand?”

You nod frantically, gasping. “Yes… fuck, yes, Eddie-!”

He slides one finger into you, slow and careful, then another. You’re so wet it’s effortless, but he’s still gentle- watching your face, gauging your reactions, curling them just right until he finds that spot that makes you cry out.

“There she is…” he smirks, his voice wrecked with want. “You gonna cum for me, baby? All over my tongue?”

When you do, it hits like a tidal wave- back arching, toes curling, hands flying to his hair as you grind against his mouth without even realizing it.

Eddie moans into it. Keeps licking you through it like a man possessed, one arm wrapping under your thigh to hold you still while the other fucks you slow and deep until your body gives out.

You collapse against the bed, trembling, chest heaving. And still, he doesn’t leave. He kisses your pussy like he’s saying thank you. Like he’s grateful.

He finally crawls up the bed, chin wet, pupils blown, and kisses you like he wants you to taste yourself on his tongue.

“You good?” he asks softly, resting his forehead to yours.

You nod. Just barely. “I- I think I saw God.”

Eddie chuckles, voice raspy. “Good. That was the warm-up.”

He’s still catching his breath when you pull him up, greedy hands tugging until he crashes into you- mouth hot, open, wet against yours. You kiss him like you’re starved for it, tongue sweeping past his lips, tasting yourself on him.

Eddie’s stunned at first- caught off guard by the force of it. The need. But then he melts into it, groaning low in his throat as you roll your hips against his.

“You tryna kill me, sweetheart?” he pants, lips brushing yours. “Because that might’ve just done it.”

You smile, eyes dark and dangerous. “You’re not the only one who’s been fantasizing.”

He doesn’t even get the chance to respond before you’re pushing him down onto the bed, straddling his lap with your thighs bracketing his hips. His breath stutters as your fingers take in the contours of his lean, wiry muscles that you’ve only seen in flashes before.

You rake your nails lightly down his chest and smile when he shivers under your touch. “God, look at you.”

Eddie smirks, cocky but flustered. “Pretty sure you’re the vision here.”

But that bravado slips a little when you rock against him deliberately, your bare heat grinding over the bulge in his boxers. His jaw drops open, hands flying to your hips.

“Holy fuck… d-don’t do that unless you want this to be over real fast,” he groans.

You lean in, lips brushing his ear, voice all sugar and venom. “Then maybe you should take your boxers off before I tear them open.”

He laughs- choked and breathless, but obeys fast, lifting his hips while you help slide his boxers down. And when you get your first look at him, thick and flushed and leaking just for you, you actually gasp.

“Jesus, Eddie…”

“Is that a good gasp?” he asks, sounding dazed.

You nod slowly, fingers curling around the base of him, marveling at the weight of him in your hand. “Oh yeah. Very good.”

He’s already panting when you stroke him once. Then again. His head tips back, his chest rising in short bursts, like he’s physically trying not to lose it.

“Fuck, baby, please don’t tease,” he begs, eyes fluttering shut. “I’ve been dreaming about this too long, I- shit… please-”

But you’re already shifting, lining him up. And the second he feels your slick heat start to take him in, his entire body tenses.

“Oh- oh my god- you’re- holy fuck, you’re so warm,” he gasps, one hand fisting the sheets, the other gripping your thigh. “So fuckin’ tight-”

You sink down slowly, inch by inch, watching his face the whole time- how his lashes flutter, how his mouth drops open around a groan that turns nearly into a whimper.

“Jesus Christ,” he growls, voice wrecked. “You’re gonna fucking ruin me.”

You smile, hips settling flush to his, full and stretching in all the best ways. “Good.”

And then you move- slow at first, rocking your hips in a steady rhythm, grinding down hard at just the right angle.

Eddie’s undone. Eyes wide. Mouth slack. Hands gripping your hips like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to Earth.

“Goddamn,” he gasps. “Look at you- riding me like that. Taking every inch like you were made for me.”

You moan, back arching as he hits that spot deep inside you, over and over. “Feels- so good, Eddie… fuck-”

“You feel like heaven,” he pants, sitting up so he can kiss you again, sloppy and desperate, lips crashing into yours as his hands grip your ass, urging you faster.

It’s messy. Hot. Raw. Mutual obsession in motion. You’re clawing at each other, breathing into each other’s mouths, trading filthy words between kisses.

And just when it gets too good, when your rhythm falters and you fall forward, chests pressed together- Eddie wraps his arms around you like he never plans to let go.

“Mine,” he whispers into your shoulder, thrusting up into you now with slow, deep rolls. “You’re mine tonight. You understand?”

You nod into his hair, voice breaking. “Yours.”

And God help anyone who tries to break this spell.

You don’t even realize you’re getting loud until the bang hits the wall.

A sharp thud-thud-thud, angry knuckles pounding from the other side of the drywall- followed by a muffled shout that sounds something like, “Keep it down, Jesus Christ!”

You freeze for half a second, breath caught in your throat.

But Eddie?

Eddie fucking laughs.

A wicked, breathless sound that starts low in his chest and spills into your neck as he rolls his hips deeper, harder- fucking you slow, cruel, and possessive. Like he wants the whole building to hear you break for him again.

“Oh no,” he murmurs darkly, voice all grit and gravel, “don’t stop now, sweetheart. Let ‘em hear you.”

You whimper as he thrusts again, angled just right, pressure hitting deep.

“Not my fault they’ve got paper-thin walls and tragic sex lives,” he grits out, gripping your hips, holding you in place like you might float away otherwise. “You think I give a fuck if they hear you cummin’?”

Another thrust- deeper this time, grinding into that devastating angle, and your entire body tightens around him.

He groans, eyes wild. “Yeah, that’s it. You gonna cum for me again, baby?”

“Eddie-” You can’t even finish the sentence.

“That’s right,” he pants, licking into your mouth. “Cum for me. Right fucking now- let ‘em bang on the damn ceiling, I’m not stopping till you scream.”

Your orgasm rushes through you. Blinding. Overwhelming. You sob into his shoulder, clinging to him like he’s the last thing tethering you to the Earth as you come apart with a broken cry.

And that’s all it takes- he follows right after, buried so deep inside you he feels like part of your bones. His whole body goes taut, muscles straining, breath caught. And then-

“Fuck- fuck- fuuuck-”

He cums with a strangled moan, voice raw as he spills into you, hips still rocking in slow, grounding pulses.

Neither of you moves for a long time.

Just breathing. Holding. Sweating through the afterglow in each other’s arms.

Somewhere, a door slams. A car alarm chirps. The world keeps spinning outside.

But in this apartment?

There’s only the two of you.

Finally, Eddie pulls back just enough to look at you- his eyes all soft mischief and post-orgasmic haze.

“You think the whole building heard that?” he teases, thumb brushing your cheek.

You snort, barely able to catch your breath. “If they didn’t, they’re deaf.”

“Good.” He grins, kisses your jaw. “Maybe they’ll spread the word and your past dates will finally learn how it’s supposed to be done.”

You shake your head, laughing breathlessly, chest still fluttering.

“The neighbors can go to hell,” he mutters against your skin. “They’ll just have to get used to it.”

Chapter Five: “Standing Ovation”

You wake up warm. Heavy limbs tangled in bedsheets and another body. Eddie’s body.

His thigh is thrown over yours, weighty and relaxed, one arm slung across your waist like he’s worried someone might come in and steal you in the middle of the night. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, hair tickling your skin, breath coming in slow, warm exhales that melt through your ribs.

For a long moment, you don’t move. Just breathe. Soak in the sheer quiet of it all.

Then, a low, scratchy voice grumbles against your throat:

“Mornin’,” Eddie mutters, clearly half-asleep. “Still here?”

You smile. “Still here.”

He hums, presses a lazy kiss just below your jaw. “Good.”

Eventually, he rolls away with a dramatic groan and flops onto his back. His curls are a total mess, eyes barely open, chest dusted with sleep-warm stubble and lazy stretches. You try not to stare, but it’s hard when the man looks like an accidental centerfold.

“You hungry?” he asks, rubbing one eye. “I make a mean hangover toast.”

“You have hangover toast?”

“I call it that ‘cause I always make it when I’ve had too much whiskey or sex the night before.”

You snort. “Whiskey or sex?”

“Sometimes both. Last night definitely qualifies.”

He winks, rolls out of bed, and pads naked toward the kitchen, muttering about burnt bagels and “where the hell did I put the butter.” You throw on one of his shirts- band tee, faded and soft, and follow the smell of instant coffee and cheap toaster oven heat.

He hands you a chipped mug and leans in to kiss your temple. “You know, you look good in my clothes. Dangerous.”

“Gonna kick me out so I don’t steal your whole wardrobe?”

“Oh no,” he says with a sly grin, crowding you against the counter. “I’m planning on you staying long enough to earn full closet privileges.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Is that… a thing?”

He kisses you again, slow and sweet this time. “It is now.”

You don’t talk about it- don’t make any official declarations or have a drawer-clearing ceremony, but something shifts after that night.

Suddenly, it’s not your errands and his errands anymore. It’s just errands. Plural. Shared. Like everything else.

Grocery runs become a full-on operation. You sit in the passenger seat of his van, feet on the dash, helping him rank cereals based on their likelihood to survive a munchies binge. He complains loudly when you veto Count Chocula for the third week in a row.

“Why do you hate joy?” he groans, tossing a box of Shredded Wheat into the cart like it personally insulted him.

“Because I value fiber,” you say, and he rolls his eyes but still lets you sneak your favorite brand of tea into the cart.

And then there’s the laundry.

It’s not glamorous. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead. The dryers rattle. Some kid is crying over a broken gumball machine. But there’s something almost sweet about watching Eddie fold your underwear like it’s a sacred ritual. Half the time he holds up your panties and whistles, making a show of examining the lace or stretching the elastic dramatically.

“Now this,” he says, holding a pair up like it’s high art, “should be framed.”

You chuck a sock at him, but it just makes him laugh.

Movie nights are sacred. Pillows piled high on the couch, legs tangled under the same blanket. He insists on popcorn even when neither of you wants it and quotes The Evil Dead like it’s Shakespeare. You tease him when he jumps during Poltergeist- he swears it was just a “muscle twitch.” His arm slides around your shoulder like it belongs there, and by the end of the film, you’re practically sitting in his lap.

You leave your toothbrush at his place. Then your shampoo. A sweatshirt. A pair of fuzzy socks. One day he opens his fridge and there’s oat milk and pre-sliced strawberries and says, “Jesus Christ, I’m soft for you.”

But it’s not just the stuff. It’s the rhythm. The quiet, natural ease of it. The way he always grabs two forks without asking. The way you kiss his temple when he’s tinkering with his guitar. The way he’ll pause a song just to tell you, “Hey, you know I like you, right?”

You’re not just dating Eddie Munson now. You’re living in the same song.

There’s a knock on your door.

Eddie’s inside your apartment, barefoot, hair damp from a shower, one of your oversized sweatshirts hanging loose on his frame- claim enough already. He’s in the kitchen, spoon-deep in peanut butter, humming something low and off-key when the knock comes.

You don’t think twice about answering it.

But he hears the voice before he sees the guy.

“Hey… wow. You look good.”

Eddie’s head lifts like a dog catching the scent of a threat. His hum dies off. His body goes still.

You’re in the doorway, blocking most of the view, but not all of it. A guy- tall, forgettable, khaki-core, some pretty-boy smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, is standing there, giving you a once-over that makes Eddie’s grip on the spoon tighten.

You laugh awkwardly. “Uh… hey, J-Josh, right? What are you doing here?”

Josh. Fucking Josh. Eddie recognizes the name from a story you told- casual hookup, boring in bed, kept calling himself a ‘giver’ but never proved it.

“I was in the neighborhood,” Josh says, leaning against the doorframe like it’s supposed to be charming. “Figured I’d see if you wanted to hang out. Like old times.”

Eddie doesn’t wait for you to answer.

He steps into the doorway behind you, his presence like a pressure shift in the room. Heavy. Unignorable.

Josh looks past you, expression faltering the second he sees Eddie- damp curls, bruised lips, the telltale red scratches down his neck. He’s still holding the peanut butter spoon. Still wearing your sweatshirt.

But it’s the look in his eyes that does it- dark, slow-burning, wolfish.

Eddie licks the spoon, deliberate. “You’re Josh, huh?”

Josh straightens a little. “Yeah. And you are?”

Eddie smiles, all teeth. “I’m the guy who made her forget your name.”

Josh frowns. “Look, I don’t want any trouble-”

“Then don’t come to her door,” Eddie snaps, stepping closer. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. It’s the kind of cold that stings worse than heat. “Especially not with that weak-ass smirk like she’s gonna drop everything just ‘cause you showed up in your midlife-crisis cologne.”

Josh opens his mouth, but Eddie cuts him off.

“She’s not interested. Not in you. Not in whatever boring shit you think you’re offering.” He tilts his head, eyes dragging lazily over Josh like he’s sizing up a stain. “And just so we’re clear? If you knock again, she won’t be the one answering next time. I’ll just be the one slamming the door in your face.”

You’re frozen in place, blinking at him as Josh finally mutters something pathetic and walks off with his tail between his legs.

Eddie closes the door slowly, clicks the lock.

Then turns to you with a shrug, spoon back in his mouth like the whole thing was casual.

“What?” he mumbles. “He thought he still had a chance. That’s cute.”

You just stare at him, breath caught somewhere between aroused and amused.

He steps close, hands sliding to your hips.

“You okay?” he asks, softer now. “Was that too much?”

You shake your head. “No. That was… honestly kinda hot.”

His grin is slow and wicked. “Yeah? Good.”

He leans in, mouth brushing your jaw, voice thick with pride. “Had to remind you you’re mine now.”

You’ve barely taken a sip of your drink when Naomi zeroes in with laser precision. “So…” she sings, dragging the word out like it’s foreplay. ��You and the guy next door with the sexy hair- are we finally gonna talk about it, or do we just keep pretending that isn't the reason you keep ghosting our lunch dates?”

You choke a little on your mimosa. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me,” she grins. “You’ve got that ‘freshly ravished’ glow and a neck hickey shaped like Texas. We know things.”

Bree leans in, fork mid-air. “Yeah, who is he? We’ve seen him. He’s hot in that scruffy, ‘definitely owns a leather jacket and a criminal record’ sort of way. Are you dating him or just… using him for protein?”

You blink. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means,” Naomi says with a smirk, “that man walks around like he’s been doing squats with your soul.”

You try to bite back a smile and fail spectacularly. “Okay, fine. Yes. I’m… seeing him.”

The table erupts.

Shrieking. Fist pumps. Someone slaps the table hard enough to rattle the silverware.

Naomi winks. “God bless ripped jeans, leather jackets, and that man’s hair.”

Later… You’re half under him on the couch- movie playing, legs tangled, his hand lazily stroking over your hip, when you casually mention brunch.

“They said what?” he asks, grinning like he already knows he’s about to be insufferable.

You groan, immediately regretting opening your mouth. “Nothing. I shouldn’t have said anything-”

“No, no, no.” He pauses the movie, shifts to loom over you like a smug panther. “Rewind. Play it back. Use the brunch voice.”

“Eddie-”

“Brunch voice, sweetheart.”

You bury your face in your hands. “They said... you walk around like you’ve been doing squats with my soul.”

There’s a moment of silence.

Then his entire face lights up.

“Ohhh my god.” He flops dramatically onto your chest, laughing like he’s just been handed an award. “That’s it. I’m getting that shit tattooed on my ribs. In cursive. With little sparkles around it.”

“You’re unbearable.”

“And sexy. Don’t forget sexy, apparently.”

He props himself up on his elbows, eyes dancing. “God bless your little feral crew of friends. What else did they say? Did they rank my hair? Compare it to a rock god’s? Please say they did.”

You swat at him, but you’re laughing too hard to commit. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” he murmurs, nosing along your jaw. “You told your friends about my soul squats. That’s real love, baby.”

It starts innocently enough. A spare toothbrush on his sink. A pair of fuzzy socks under the couch. Your lotion in his medicine cabinet. One of your oversized tees folded neatly in his drawer- by him. Not by you.

Then come the nights where you don’t even pretend to leave.

Your side of the bed gets a pillow that smells like your shampoo. Your name on the pizza delivery app. Your laugh echoing through his apartment while you load the dishwasher in your underwear, hips swaying to his music playing from the stereo.

You’re everywhere. And Eddie Munson is utterly gone for it.

He doesn’t just love having you here- he needs it. Like a drug. Like the high’s best when you’re sprawled in his bed, thighs sticky and breathless, curled under his arm while he counts the beats of your heart against his ribs.

But with great pleasure comes great volume.

And your neighbors?

They’ve noticed.

It starts with one note slipped under the door:

“Some of us have work in the morning.”

Eddie pins it to the fridge like a trophy.

The next week, it’s a three-paragraph manifesto on “respectable decibel levels.”

He reads it aloud- naked, while you’re still catching your breath, legs trembling, one hand dragging down your sweat-slick thigh like you’re trying to ground yourself. He smirks, eyes dark, body buzzing from the way you still flinch when he brushes his mouth against your bare shoulder.

Then one night, as you’re moaning his name into the mattress and clawing at the sheets, the banging on the wall hits an almost comedic level- thump thump thump followed by a muffled “Oh my GOD!”

Eddie barely pauses.

Grins against your thigh. Keeps going like a man starved.

When he finally crawls up your body- mouth glistening, eyes blown wide with lust, he pants the words directly into your ear:

“Come on, sweetheart, I’m trying to make you louder. Every single knock on that wall? That’s a standing ovation.”

And the next sound out of your mouth? Applause-worthy.

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pomefioredove · 10 months ago

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Hello 💕 If you're still accepting headcanons requests, could you write something about a reader who seems normal and "ordinary" and even a little shy/demure but shines brilliantly on stage as if a completely different person (can be an actor, singer, idol etc.) with Rook and Vil and the Pop music club (separately)? Tysm 💓

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ the opposite of stage fright

type of post: headcanons characters: cater, kalim, rook, vil, lilia additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu

introverts are Lilia's favorite people

...to torture

when you first started attending club meetings, he assumed you were some kind of groupie

I mean, who wouldn't want to fawn over him?

but he still tried to drag you into club activities

you just... refused to play anything, wouldn't sing, wouldn't so much as speak...

but Lilia was confident he could get you to stop holding back

so, the club got clever

at their next concert, Kalim ~magically~ has a sore throat

and who else to take his place but the only other member of the club?

manipulative little fae...

and, as he thought, you had been holding back

the concert is a rousing success

...and he's never going to let you forget it

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Vil is like a bloodhound for talent

he can smell the potential on you from one look at your plain, slightly-disheveled self

he knows that any other student would have ignored you. but he isn't just any student

he knows you're holding out on him

and he'll crack that shell of yours no matter what it takes

that is to say,

once you've caught his eye,

you will never know peace again

...and maybe that sounds like an over exaggeration, but if you're a timid person, it's your worst nightmare

I mean dance rehearsals twice a week, vocal training, posture, projection, poise, presentation-

everything

the other Pomefiore students may give you odd looks as you walk by on their Housewarden's arm,

but he knows

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Kalim doesn't need a big performance to know that he's already proud of you

what can I say? he's got enough enthusiastic hugs to go around

and he definitely doesn't mind that you're shy

...honestly, the thought hasn't even occurred to him

even if you don't want to party or dance or say hi to everyone in the dorm every time you come over,

he like you. he doesn't need anything else

you're already amazing to him

and ... in a way, he kind of turns out to be right?

he had always said he could see the star in you, and here you are, performing on stage like a professional!

...not that he isn't surprised

Kalim is completely blown away

it's all he can talk about for the next week, actually

(much to your embarrassment)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Rook had a feeling

...and he's also listened to you singing to yourself when you thought you were alone

I mean WHAT who said that

he definitely just had a feeling

now, seeing you on stage, he's almost brought to his knees

having watched the seed of your beauty blossom into a beautiful flower is the ultimate enrichment for him

and unlike Vil, he waited for you to blossom on your own

a hunter is nothing if not patient, after all

though, he still can't help but feel a little accomplished...

even though he didn't push you, or train you, he kept the secret of your beauty all to himself

...which is a kind of guidance

admittedly, he wouldn't have minded keeping it all to himself for a little while longer, though

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Cater always just thought of you as...

...kinda cute. right?

you were shy and quiet, always avoiding his camera, meek, the kind of person that doesn't last long at NRC

...of course, he had to take you under his wing!

sort of?

really, he just liked that you let him talk your ear off

he didn't even mind that you never let him take your picture! ...kind of

and he thought he knew you pretty well, but...

...seeing you on stage after the music club's performance...

totally wiping the floor with them...

well, well, you still find ways to surprise him

of course, though, now that he knows you're a world-class performer, he's never going to let it go

he got a lot of likes on the videos of your performance, after all

I guess he finally got that picture he wanted ;3

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #queued #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #kalim al asim x reader #cater diamond x reader

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milla-frenchy · 11 months ago

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Hold my hand

4k1 | Javier Peña x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist

Summary: a stranger saves your life. Or your and Javi’s love story Warnings: 18+ mdni. soft!Javi, alternating pov, fingering, Javi can lift reader, size kink, oral (f/m), piv, creampie. No age specified.

a/n: this is written for PPCU Body Worship writing challenge, hosted by @joelmillerisapunk 😘🫶 I got Javi and hands 😍

Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing 💕 @saradika-graphics for the dividers 🙏

You were walking towards the beach, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your bare legs and arms. Once arrived, you laid your beach towel on the sand, took off your shorts and a tank top, and put on some sunscreen. Then you dipped your feet in the water. Its temperature was perfect. You walked along the shore for a few minutes and looked at the few surfers and swimmers.

You couldn’t resist the idea of swimming and you moved towards the open sea. You let it slightly cool your thighs, then your stomach. You dove under a wave, enjoying the coolness of the water. You swam a few breaststrokes, and let yourself be carried on your back between each wave for a few minutes.

When you looked back towards the shore, you noticed that the current had carried you much further than you thought. You were a good swimmer and didn't worry, starting to crawl towards the beach.

But a wave you didn't see coming washed over you. You swallowed a mouthful of water, just before another one broke on you. You realized that you were in deep water, even farther away than before, and a third wave took you by surprise, leaving you breathless.

The current was still pulling you further away and you started to worry.

Each of your other attempts to reach the shore was a failure, and the worry turned into panic. It overwhelmed you. You knew that you had to stay calm, but you couldn't think straight anymore.

Another wave swept you away and a full panic, nagging, tightening your stomach, was overtaking your brain.

You looked around. A few surfers were on their boards, unaware of what was happening a few feet away from them. When another wave swept you back with it, you felt helpless. Seeing the shore even further away.

“You ok?”

You turned towards the voice just before another wave hit you. A hand grabbed yours and pulled you back up to the surface. The man was facing you, worried.

“I… I can't go back,” you answered, trying to blink back the tears that were gathering in your eyes.

“I'm gonna help you. Don’t worry, everything's gonna be ok.”

You nodded, holding onto his hand.

“A wave is coming, we’ll use it to get closer to the shore. When I tell you, kick your feet, okay?”

“Okay,” you stammered.

“Now!”

You did as he told you, and when you looked up at the shore, it was a little closer.

“Another wave, it's gonna crash on us. It's just foam, okay? I’ll hold your hand. Take a deep breath, now!”

You took a quick breath before the wave hit you. Clinging to his firm hand.

“Please don't let go of me. Don't let go of me,” you pleaded after his firm grip pulled you back to the surface.

“I won't, trust me. We'll get to the shore in a few minutes.”

“But the last wave pushed us away!” You didn't mean to yell but your panic was too strong.

The man, on the other hand, remained calm. There was no fear in him, as if he was used to handling potentially complicated situations.

“I know, but another wave is coming - a good one - and we’re gonna use it to move forward. Swim!”

You followed his instructions with each wave, good or bad, holding his hand tightly. His hand never shook, never let go of you, and that silenced your apprehension.

And you finally reached the shore.

“We made it, see? You did great and you're ok. I'm Javi, what's your name?”

He was looking at you, slightly worried as he was waiting for your reaction. You knew he was talking to you to bring you back to the reality: you were safe.

You gave him your name, still choking, exhausted from the effort.

“I’m glad to meet you. Everything's ok. Where are your things?”

You showed him and he accompanied you there, without letting go of your shaking hand.

“Here. How are you?”

“I'm… I'm…”

You were holding back your tears, realizing that without him you would still be struggling in the sea, or worse.

“Thank you, Javi. I’m… I think you saved my life.”

“I just helped you a little, you needed reassurance. It’s easy to panic in these situations.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Do you need me to stay with you for a few minutes, or are you ok?”

You assured him that you were fine. He smiled at you and waved, before walking away. You lay down on your towel, catching your breath, and watched him walk over to his towel and drink some water before going back into the sea. You turned to the other side and the tears that you’d been holding back finally fell.

Once you calmed down, you sat up and looked at the man’s things. You grabbed a paper and a pen from your bag.

“I didn’t get to thank you properly. Here’s my number. I’d be happy to take you out to dinner, if that’s okay with you.”

You put the paper under his sunscreen and left.

Several days passed when he finally called you. You already thought he wouldn’t reach out to you. He thanked you but told you that the invitation was unnecessary, that the help he had given you was completely normal. You insisted kindly, and a meeting at a restaurant was arranged for the next evening.

When you arrived, he was already there, waiting for you in front of the restaurant, dark glasses on and a cigarette between his lips. You realized that you hadn't even looked at him well, given the events. He was breathtakingly handsome- brown hair, clean-shaven face except for his mustache. He was dressed in black and his clothes fitted him perfectly. He was gorgeous.

You got out of your car and joined him.

The dinner went by without any awkward silence or discomfort. You told him about your job, and he told you that he used to work for the government in Colombia, but had now moved back to Texas. He seemed like a confident man, not too emotional but caring. You tried not to stare at him too much not to seem creepy but his beautiful face hypnotized you. Your gaze sometimes rested for a few moments on his large, veiny hands. So masculine. Those hands that had supported you in the sea.

“Have you gone swimming since that day?”

You looked down before admitting that you were slightly scared.

“You should go back. To not let that worry set in.” Sensing your uncertainty, he added, “I can go with you if you want. So that you could regain your confidence.”

You agreed to meet at the beach the next morning, before each leaving in your own car.

You met up the next day as planned, and at first you didn't even think about the sea. You got chills seeing him in his swimsuit. He had a slim waist, broad shoulders, and a body of a Greek statue.

“You ready?” he asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“Will you go with me? Just in case”, you murmured. Your fear of swimming again was slowly taking over you.

“Of course. I won’t let you handle this alone, Hermosa.”

Your mind was telling you that maybe the nickname wasn't special. But the butterflies in your stomach didn't hear it that way.

Damn, you were down bad for him, and you barely knew anything about him.

“You coming?” he asked, already in the water, looking at you as you stood frozen on the sand.

“Yeah! Yeah, sure”, you replied, following him to the shore.

Javi hesitated for several days to call you, after seeing your note. When he saw you struggling in the sea, it awakened his protective instincts. He couldn’t help himself with them.

During dinner at the restaurant, of course he saw the way you looked at him, even if you tried to hide it. He was trained to sense emotions, feelings. And he didn’t want to let yours settle. You weren’t some hooker he would fuck in exchange for information, or to release pressure. He had never wanted to break hearts, even if he was used to it happening. He knew the effect he had on women. As soon as you walked out of your car, he already knew what you felt.

The way your hand had latched onto his in the sea, the way your beautiful eyes were staring at him in the restaurant, brought out emotions he had been pushing away for a long time. And he didn’t want to feel those emotions. Not that time, when he had only recently left Colombia, and when he was longing for a normal life. But a voice in his head kept telling him that that was a normal life. Spending time with someone, no matter what happened next. And right now, he was trying to resist that voice. Even though his flirtatious side couldn't help but come out when he called you that nickname. He felt the way your body reacted. It made his cock twitch in his swimsuit. Luckily, you were too focused on his lips to notice. So he walked towards the sea, counting on its coolness to refresh him. And his cock.

When you reached him, he was already waist-deep in the water. He was walking so fast from the beach that you wondered if he was even waiting for you.

“It’s a perfect day to go swimming again. There aren’t too many waves, it will allow you to get back to your usual sensations. Shall we?”

You nodded, and you swam for a few moments, moving a little away from the shore. You felt safe with Javi by your side. Until a wave bigger than the others formed.

“Javi!!” you called, voice worried.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. Stay calm, you’re gonna do it.”

You took a deep breath and dove under the wave, as you had done hundreds of times before that cursed day. When you came out of the water, you met his worried gaze, waiting to see if you were okay. And you were. He smiled, and you spent a long time swimming in the sea. Your fear was gone, thanks to him.

You went to have a drink at a bar next to the beach. It was Javi who had suggested it, and you were delighted. You were still at the bar when he took your hand in his and complimented your nails. You were under his spell, and you felt yourself blush like a teenager.

You saw each other every day after that. Spending more and more time together. He smiled and laughed regularly now, opening up to you.

One evening, you went to the movies. You were scooping popcorn out of the same bucket, and sometimes your fingers would brush against each other. He needed to feel you more, and couldn't wait any longer—he brushed your arm with his hand, and you looked at each other. The intensity of his gaze was so strong that you could barely hold it.

“Do you wanna come to my place after the movie, Hermosa?”

You nodded. But you two didn't wait any longer and left for his place in a minute.

He grabbed your hand as you were walking to his car, and his lips crashed against yours, his hands tightening around your waist. Your tongues brushed against each other as his hands were already roaming your body. Everything about him exuded sensuality. He was like a wild animal. A thirsty, hungry, agile feline, having captured his prey that just wanted to be devoured. You finally made it to the car, and luckily his apartment wasn’t far away. You kissed whenever the traffic allowed, and your fingers had already run through his hair more times than you could count on two hands. You were glued to each other until you walked through the door of his apartment. You wondered if Javi would be the love of your life or the one who would break your heart into a thousand pieces. But right now you didn’t care, only that moment mattered. Those feelings that he made you feel. You wanted his hands all over your body, and you probably had wished for it since the first time he grabbed yours, in the sea.

When you entered the dining room and he pressed your ass against the table, you were both breathless. The clothes you had gradually taken off littered the floor of his apartment. You were only wearing your panties, and Javi still had his jeans on. One of his arms was around your waist, keeping you tight against him, and he squeezed a breast with his other hand, before taking it in his mouth, sucking and licking your nipple. Your fingers ran through his hair until you took his hands in yours, eager to touch them in different circumstances, and you kissed the tips of his fingers. He looked at you, eyes fixed on your lips that were placing small kisses on his skin. Keeping his hands in yours, you lowered one of them to your crotch. Sliding his fingers along your folds still covered by your panties.

“You’re so hot, baby”, he murmured. He smelled of tobacco and mint, and you were intoxicated by his scent.

You kept brushing your folds and your swollen clit with his fingers. He let you do it, as if he liked not being in charge. You could hear his breathing quicken, his jerky heartbeat against yours. You grabbed the hem of your panties and pulled them down to mid-thigh.

“I think I fell in love with your hands that day. Wanna feel them in me”, you whispered into his ear. With your underwear still around your thighs, you took his hand in yours again, slid it down to your pussy, and stroked yourself with his fingers. Running them over your soaked parts. You moaned against his chest before pushing them further into you. You used his digits to finger yourself, and it was perhaps the most sensual thing you had ever done.

Your fingers pressed to his, he kept fucking you slowly and you rubbed your clit with your thumb.

“I’m… I’m gonna come, Javi.”

He placed his other hand against the back of your neck, holding you tight, and you came on his fingers. Panting, you let your forehead rest against his shoulder, catching your breath while his hand was caressing your hair.

“Came so hard for me, baby…”

He brushed and breathed in your hair, holding you close. You didn’t expect him to be so gentle, so patient. You knew nothing about his past, his love life, but when you had seen him in front of that restaurant, so sure of himself, so handsome, you had imagined someone else. A womanizer, maybe.

You hastily removed your panties, just in time for him to lift you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. He grabbed your ass with his hands to hold you up and kissed you. You couldn’t get enough of running your fingers through his hair while you were kissing his luscious, warm lips. His mustache was soft against your skin.

He carried you to his bedroom, as unknown sensations were running through his mind.

Javi wasn’t the one to fall in love. His life was always dedicated to his job. It was dangerous in Colombia and he didn't want to involve someone in it.

So he fucked women he met in bars. Women that fell for him, the second their eyes were laid on him. He would bring them home, he wouldn’t have gone to the movies with them. There would have been no seduction game.

He fucked hookers regularly, too. His informants. He cared about them and offered them protection as much as possible. But he didn’t love them.

But since he had met you (saved you) on that beach, since he had seen your eyes filled with tears, since he had gotten to know you, his heart was beating in a way it had never done before. Even for his ex fiancee. He had not yet thrust into you and he already dreamed of waking up against you. He didn’t know what was happening but this bliss intoxicated him. He felt himself melting at your touch and he yearned for more. For the first time, he could offer his protection to someone who was not related to his job. Someone who wasn’t in danger of being hurt or murdered by sicarios. Someone for whom he wasn’t a client. Now that life was behind him, and his heart was craving something else. Proximity. Sharing everything he had to offer with someone.

With you.

He lowered you, next to his bed. Your eyes met and your sweetness made him melt again. He brushed your cheek tenderly.

“You know,” he said, “I’ve seen the worst in my job. The darkest possible things. One day I’ll try to tell you about it. And the way you’re looking at me right now… it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The sweetest, and I feel like I’m seeing something bright for the first time, finally. And I needed it.”

His confession took your breath away. You felt deep down that he was sincere. He wasn’t playing a perverted game to lure you into his bed. It was stronger than that, and it was overwhelming.

“I need…”

“What do you need, Hermosa?”

“Need to feel you… need you inside me.”

“Not yet, baby. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Hurt me? Why would you hurt me?”

He unzipped his jeans, and your eyes didn't know where to look. His face, his shoulders, his chest. His body was beautiful. He pulled down his jeans, he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Your eyes landed on his cock, and your mouth turned into an O. You were unable to make a sound.

“Do you trust me, baby?” he asked, taking off his pants completely.

“I… Yeah, of course.”

“Let me get you ready, okay? Lie down on the bed. I’ll go slow.”

You did what he said and bent your knees. He settled between your thighs, and his face just above your pussy was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life.

His thumb ran over your wet, soaked folds.

“I wanna taste you. Wanna feel you shake.”

He licked your cunt up and down, in one long stripe, and growled. Your taste, your scent was driving him crazy.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You taste so good.”

He wanted to make you come on his fingers and his tongue, and never stop eating you. He wanted to feel you around his cock. He wanted it all, and he felt like his heart was going to explode.

He kissed your clit, then placed his lips around it. Sucking it lightly before swirling it under his tongue, and you curled your toes instantly.

He pushed one finger, then two, into your dripping pussy. Your fingers gripped his temples then his hair, and he was crazy about the feeling, about you expressing need and eagerness. He was listening to your moans, which were getting louder and louder. Feeding on them. He felt that you were going to come again soon, that you would be ready to take him. His cock kept throbbing, the precum flowing down his cock. He was used to preparing pussies before fucking them. He sometimes did it mechanically. But not today, not with you. His 5 senses were alert and fully focused on you, until your hands clenched his hair and you pulsed on his tongue. Your walls squeezed his fingers while you sang his name, and it was the most beautiful music he had ever heard.

He placed one last kiss on your clit, softly, watching you come down from your high. His eyes just above your heaving stomach, and his fingers still buried inside you.

You sat up, and said “lemme taste you, Javi. I want to feel you on my tongue, please, baby.”

Your voice was a melody to his ears. The way you said “baby” could have been enough to make him come in the sheets.

“Fuck… ok baby, ok.”

He lay down and you knelt down next to him, marveling at his gorgeous, tan cock. The tip was oozing. You licked his slit softly, impregnating your throat with his taste, before taking his tip in your mouth and sucking it gently. Your fist clenched on his shaft, your head bobbing, your lips completely spread around his cock. Eager to give him as much pleasure as he had given you. Your thumb brushed his balls before you licked them. Sucking his soft and fine skin.

“Damn, Hermosa… Fuck, that’s good, baby. So good.”

His praise made your pussy drip while you kept sucking, lapping at his balls, his shaft, his tip. You couldn't help but crawl up to his lips to kiss them before taking him back in your mouth, until he begged you to stop.

“Wait, baby please. I wanna feel you around me. Wanna see how beautiful you are, all spread out for me.”

You kissed his stomach, licked his nipples, and spread kisses on his collarbone, then his lips. He gently manhandled you to lie down under him. His hands cupped your cheeks and you kissed, the taste of him and you mixing between your lips. His body weighed down perfectly on yours. He grabbed his cock and nestled it at your entrance, making you moan. You bucked your hips forward, eager to finally feel him inside you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight… So tight for me,” he said as he pushed in slightly. Your walls parted for him as he buried his head into the pillow, his breath hitching in the crook of your neck.

“Wanna feel you, Javi. All of you.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you… I need to go slow.”

“It’s ok, I swear. Thrust in, please. I need to feel you, all of you in me.”

He pushed in, just like you wanted him to. The effect made you bite your lip, your pleasure overflowing throughout your being.

“Oh my god, Javi… you're so big, you feel so good…” He kissed your forehead, then rubbed his aquiline nose against yours before placing his lips on yours. It was the most intimate sex you had ever experienced. More intimate than any you had experienced with previous boyfriends. He was thrusting softly, slow and deep strokes without taking his eyes off you.

“You look so good beneath me,” he murmured.

His hand slid between you and he brushed your clit, amplifying your moans.

“Javi… so thick…”

“I know baby, I know. It's a lot.”

“Yeah, yeah… too… too much.”

“Too much? You want me to stop?” he asked, looking at you, a little worried.

“No! No, too much sensation but I love it. Don't stop, please, I wanna feel them all.”

“Damn, baby, I… I wanna feel you come on my cock. Can you do that for me? Squeeze my cock with your tight, little pussy?”

“Fuck… yeah… yeah keep going. I’m gonna come… oh fuck!!”

Your walls squeezed his shaft so tightly when you came for the third time, that he whimpered.

“Where?” he asked, almost out of breath.

“Inside, inside…” you replied, still shaking.

Your face in his hands, he didn’t stop watching you, thrusting in as slowly until he spilled his cum in your pussy, rope after rope. He lay against you and turned you towards him, his soothed cock resting against his thigh, his cum leaking out of your pussy.

He always thought that you got better with time when you have sex with someone. He wondered how it could get better with you.

He held you close, your face against his chest, his hand on the back of your neck and the other on your lower back. He knew that you needed him to protect you, and he had a lot of protection to offer.

“Keep your hands on me, Javi, please,” you whispered before falling asleep.

No, Javi hadn’t fallen in love. Ever.

Until the day his hand caught yours in the sea and you taught him another way to take care of someone.

And he had never felt so free in his life, so peaceful. After years of daily angst and darkness, his heart finally felt lighter in his chest.

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I really love your fics and I was wondering if I could request something angsty where Spencer gets hurt/endangers himself during a case and the reader (who has been in love with him for a long time🤭) is scared and wants to run over to help him and they have to hold her back (kinda like the situation with JJ and Will in season 7). Then on the way to the hospital she never leaves his side and when he wakes up she confesses her love to him because she's is afraid of losing him without telling him😭

if you don't want to write it that's totally okay!! have a nice day💕

In the Face of Death

Summary: Spencer gets shot and you don't know if he'll survive. In that moment it becomes clear to you that it's time to finally confess your feelings to him.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Angst, some Fluff

Warnings: violence, gunshots, gunshot wounds, mentions of murder

Word Count: 3,4k

Author’s Note: I reached over 200 Followers yesterday, I can’t believe it! Thank you so much for reading my work and following my blog, this means a lot to me <3 And thank you for your Request, I hope you like it :)

The sound of rain pounding against the windows is the only thing that fills the room in the abandoned warehouse. You stand at a large table with a map of the building spread out on it. The UnSub barricaded himself in one of the back rooms of the building.

"It's a trap," you say, your voice determined, almost tense. "We know he’s just trying to lure us into it, to lure Spencer in." Spencer shot the UnSubs partner in self-defense during the previous confrontation with them. Unfortunately, the situation has gotten even further out of control and now he wants revenge.

Spencer, still studying the map on the table, looks up and raises an eyebrow. "We have no choice. If we keep waiting, he might strike again. If we let him take control, he'll hurt more people. I'm going to face him.”

You shake your head and step closer. "You can't just go in! There's no guarantee you'll get out alive!" Spencer looks up to you and smiles, but there is no joy in his smile. "Someone has to do it. You know that otherwise the situation will escalate further.”

You look at him in disbelief. "This is crazy! You are his target! You won't be able to do it alone! Please... Please don't do this!" The rest of the team exchanges a look, sensing the tension between the two of you.

Rossi clears his throat and steps forward. "We know it's risky, but we all believe Spencer is the only one who can do this. We need to get the situation under control now, he has to go back in," he says. "What? No!" You turn to Rossi, your eyes wide. "He could die!"

Spencer stands up and takes a step closer to you. "I understand that you are worried. But you know that I don't make this decision lightly. We have a plan,” he says, trying to calm you down. "You... you can't do this. You can’t put yourself in danger out there when I can't even prevent it," you say worriedly. "It's not about me. It's about preventing more people from getting hurt in the future," Spencer says.

The team standing nearby starts to gather. Hotch sees you starting to panic and steps in. "Listen. We all know what's at stake. But Spencer is right. If anyone can take the risk, it's him. We have to trust him. We'll do everything we can to support him," Hotch says in a serious voice, "but there's no other way. We have to act before he hurts more people."

You're close to going crazy now. Spencer notices and walks towards you, pausing for a moment. "You know I can't just stand by and watch this man continue to destroy. I have to do this, not just for myself, but for everyone. And I can only do it if you trust me,” he says.

You look at him, your eyes full of pain and fear. "I trust you, but I don't trust them. If you're out there in danger...I can't do this. I can't just stand by and watch you..." you start again but Hotch interrupts you. “He has to go. Now," he says with a firm look. "You have to trust us. He knows what he's doing. But you are not able to help the team and him if you are in this state."

Spencer gives you one more look before he walks towards the warehouse and you can no longer hold back. You try to follow him but Derek and Emily hold you back. You try to pull yourself away from their grip, your anger and desperation growing stronger. "Let me go! He can't get in there alone! Spencer, don't do that!" You try unsuccessfully to break free from their grip to stop him.

But he leaves without responding to your desperate calls. Derek and Emily continue to hold you back while you sink into complete panic. "Spencer, please... please come back!" Your heart skips a beat as you see him disappear into the darkness. “I can't lose him…” you mutter as you are held tightly in the arms of the other team members who try to calm you down.

The minutes drag on like hours. You stand near the door, your eyes constantly focused on the spot where Spencer just disappeared. You try to stay calm, but time seems to drag on forever.

Your heart beats faster, and you can feel the thumping beats in your throat. The silence in the room is oppressive, except for the occasional rustle of the radios and the sound of the rain hitting the window.

Every moment you stand here waiting feels like it stretches on forever. Why did he put himself in such danger? You try to organize your thoughts, but they are racing. He has to come back. He can't just disappear or worse, die. Why have you never told him how much he means to you?

The thoughts keep coming back into your head, even though you try to push them away. You've often made up your mind to confess your feelings to him. But you kept holding back, afraid that it would destroy the friendship between you.

But now, not knowing if you'll ever see him again, you suddenly realize how much he means to you. What if he doesn't come back? What if you lose him and never had the chance to tell him how you feel about him?

You shake your head, trying to suppress the panic. But it won't go away. You bite your lip, feeling the tears burning in your eyes. Why couldn't you just be honest with him? A sudden gunshot breaks the silence, then another. Your hand flies to your mouth and your heart skips a beat. Panic shoots through your body. What happened? Is he in danger?

"Those are gunshots!" someone on the team shouts, and you immediately jump into action. Your body moves almost automatically, you run down the corridor, feet stamping on the floor, blood rushing in your ears. You reach the room where Spencer was with the UnSub. The sight that greets you makes the ground fall from under your feet.

Spencer is lying motionless on the floor, blood is everywhere. Your eyes widen and for a moment your breath catches. Your legs are paralyzed, but then you jump forward, stumble over and bend over him. "Spence!" Your voice is shaky as you lift him, but he is heavy, much heavier than you expected. "What happened?"

"It's... it's all…," he murmurs weakly, but you barely hear what he says. A faint smile crosses his face, but you immediately see how painful it is for him. "I'm still here,” he says. “You're bleeding!" Your voice almost breaks when you see his wound.

The panic you've suppressed for so long now breaks through with full force. You press your hand to his side, trying to stop the blood, but it keeps flowing. "Why did you go in? You shouldn't have just walked into the trap like that!"

"I wanted to end it," he says, and the smile on his face only gets weaker. "For us." You hear his words, but they barely reach you. You only feel the cold spreading through your body, the panic that is getting stronger and stronger. "Spence, please stay with me. You have to stay with me!"

"It's going to be okay," he whispers in a voice that's barely more than a breath. You press your hand tighter against his wound, your eyes filling with tears. Your mind is spinning and you're trying to hold it all together. You're desperate, but you can't find the words to express what you're feeling right now.

"Spence, you have to hold on. I need you! Please..." Your voice trembles. You want to tell him what you feel, but you can't. It just feels too late, and you're too afraid of hurting him further. "We need a medic immediately!" you call out to the others. "He's bleeding too much, he needs help, quickly!"

Spencer nods weakly, but you see that he's getting weaker and weaker. The panic rises inside you, and you feel your breath take away. "Spence, please... you have to stay with me."

The others just got the UnSub under control and are taking care of him. But you can't concentrate on anything else but Spencer. Your thoughts are only with him, with the blood spreading beneath him, with the fear that you might lose him.

"Medic, now!" Derek calls, and a little later you hear the roar of the ambulance pulling up. You stay by Spencer's side, your hand in his, begging him with every breath. "Please, stay with me. I need you, I need you here."

When the paramedics finally arrive, you are pushed away from his side. You see them carefully place him on a stretcher, but you can't stop yourself from following. Spencer is rushed to the hospital, and you know he needs surgery quickly.

As you stay behind, alone with the fear and hope that he will make it, your thoughts continue to revolve around the words you never said to him. What if it's too late?

You sit on one of the hard plastic chairs in the hospital corridor, the walls around you appear grey and oppressive, and time drags. Your hands are still shaking slightly as you nervously run your fingers along the armrest of the chair.

The hospital corridor is full of life, but you can hardly notice anything, you are so caught up in your own thoughts. The operation that Spencer is currently having is all you can think about. You try to stay calm, but the waiting is driving you crazy.

You keep getting up from your chair and walking a few steps back and forth, then you sit down again. Every thought of Spencer, of the blood you saw, of the wounds he suffered, only makes your nerves tense up more. What if he doesn't survive? What if he never goes back to being the same?

Suddenly the hallway is quiet again as everyone slowly moves back to give you some space. You can't take it anymore. You have to go outside, have to step out into the cold evening for a moment to clear your head. You go to the door and push it open, the cool air immediately hits your heated skin.

You close your eyes for a moment, take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. “Hey." You turn around, startled. Derek is standing behind you. You try to give him a smile, but it feels forced and wrong. "What are you doing here?" you ask quietly, not really knowing what to say.

"I knew you were out here," he says with a look that is both worried and reassuring. "Don’t worry too much, please. Spencer will make it. He's a fighter." You try to memorize his words, but the doubt remains.

What if he doesn't make it? "I know, but..." you begin, but you can't finish the sentence. Derek looks at you in silence for a while, then sighs and leans against the wall. "Do you want to wait any longer or...?"

You pretend not to understand what he means and look away. "What do you mean?" He snorts briefly, then takes a step closer. "Oh come on, don't act like it's not obvious, we all noticed. You and pretty boy, you're both head over heels in love." You feel your heart skip a beat. Your eyes widen and you try to swallow the lump in your throat.

You turn away, looking at the ground because you just don't know how to react. "I... don't know what you mean," you mutter, even though you know there's no excuse left. "Come on. You don't have to hide this from us anymore. We've all seen how you treat each other."

You know there is no point in denying it. Derek knows you and Spencer too well. You blink, and suddenly tears run down your cheeks. “But what if he doesn’t make it now? What if I lose him and never get to tell him how I feel? What if he never finds out?"

Your voice almost breaks as the words burst out. You've never really talked about it, never found the right moments. And now that it's almost too late, you're painfully aware that you may never get the chance.

Derek sighs and puts a hand on your shoulder to give you a moment of calm. "He'll make it, you'll see. And when he comes back, he'll know how much you love him, even without words. You're simply meant for each other."

You take a deep breath, trying to internalize his words, even if you can't quite believe them yet. But you nod, grateful that he's there, giving you this moment of peace. You snort slightly, trying to hold back the tears.

"Thank you, Derek," you whisper, and then, after a moment, you turn back towards the infirmary. You're not sure if you're really ready to accept the truth, but for now it's enough that Spencer is still alive.

You enter the hallway again, and as you pass one of the doctors, you see him coming towards you with a serious but also relieved look. Your heart beats faster. "He got through the operation well," the doctor says in a reassuring voice. "He'll have to stay here for a few more days for observation, but everything looks good."

"Can I see him?" you ask immediately, your voice shaking a little. You can hardly believe that he made it, that he is still alive. "Yes, of course," the doctor says and nods. "He's sleeping now, but if you want you can stay with him."

Your heart skips a beat. He's alive. You feel a wave of relief wash over you, but at the same time you feel like you need the moment alone. You want to be with him, to be there for him. You walk to his room as fast as you can, Derek stays behind you and follows you.

As you sit by his bed, holding his hand in yours and whispering something quietly to him, you know you can't give up. You will wait until he wakes up. You will be there. It's the only moment you can have with him, and you won't waste it. The hours drag on, and you stay by his side all night, waiting for him to finally open his eyes.

It is early in the morning and the sky outside is with grey. There is a strange silence, only interrupted by the quiet sounds of the machines and the quiet hum of the ventilation system. You sit by Spencer's bed, your hand still firmly in his.

The hours of the night have passed, but you have not taken your hand off him for a moment. You are exhausted, but the feeling of fear and relief worsens into a constant trembling inside you. You have been asking yourself over and over for the last few hours how you would react when he wakes up. And now the time has come.

Suddenly you hear a quiet rustling. A barely audible but noticeable sound. Your eyes are fixed on his face as he slowly opens his eyes. It takes a moment for him to really grasp that he is no longer in danger. You see him slowly looking at you. The look in his eyes is confused at first, then clearer.

Then he says your name. His voice is rough and quiet. You are so glad he is still here, that he has held on. "Yes, Spence... I am here. You are in the hospital," you whisper and carefully sit down on the chair next to him. Your hands shake as you hold his hand even tighter.

"What happened?" he asks, his voice still weak, but he seems to be gradually clearing up. "You were shot. Badly. But the doctors operated on you and you made it through," you say, trying to sound calm, but your voice is shaking. "You're really lucky, Spence. You made it."

He closes his eyes for a moment, as if he's thinking everything through again, and then he opens them again. You can see that he's trying to understand your words. But then, when his gaze returns to you, he looks worried. "How are you? You've been crying, I can see it. You're fine, right?"

You can feel the warmth in his voice. You hold his hand even tighter, as if you were holding on to him, as if he could hold you in that moment. You swallow hard and can't help but hold back the tears. "Yes..." you whisper. "Yes, Spence. I... I was so scared. That you wouldn't make it. That I would lose you without telling you what you really mean to me."

He looks at you, and although he is still weak, his eyes seem to narrow as he examines you. "You have to stop worrying so much. I'm okay. I'm fine, really. You don't need to torture yourself like this."

But you can't. You just can't stop. It feels like all your fears and hours of uncertainty are crashing down inside you in this moment. You have to tell him everything, you can't wait any longer.

"No," you say firmly, letting all your insecurity and fear flow into your words. "I can't, Spence. I can never stop worrying about you. You mean too much to me. You... you are everything to me."

It's almost as if the world around you stands still for a moment. You can feel his hand in yours, but the moment is so charged that you can almost feel the air. You look into his eyes, and something changes inside you. You can't wait any longer. Not anymore.

"I love you," you whisper, and the words come so easily and yet so heavily over your lips. You feel your heart beating faster as you finally say it. "I love you, and I could never have forgiven myself if... if you had died yesterday without knowing how I really feel."

The tears run down your cheeks, but this time they are different. It is no longer fear, no longer despair, but a relief that you have never felt before. You have finally told him your feelings, and even though you have not dared to for so long, it feels right now.

Spencer stares at you for a moment, as if he's still trying to understand what you've said. Then he gently pulls you towards him. With a slow movement, he squeezes your hand and then murmurs softly, almost tenderly. "You don't have to worry. I… I love you too."

It's like a light goes on inside you. You can hardly believe that he feels it too, that he loves you as much as you love him. In that moment, you finally feel complete, like everything makes sense. You smile through the tears, your hands still tightly in his.

"Really?" you whisper, as if you're still looking for confirmation, even though you see the answer in his eyes. "Yes, really," he says with a weak but sincere smile that warms your heart.

There is silence between you for a moment. You feel yourself relax a little as the words resonate inside you, as you are finally in the arms of someone who loves you just as much. "You know," Spencer says after a pause, looking at you, "the first thing we're doing when I get out of here is going on a date."

You can't help but laugh, even though it still sounds a little shaky. "A date?" you ask, shaking your head, even though you know he's serious. "Yes," he says with a small smile on his lips even despite his tiredness. "We should have done that a long time ago. But it looks like we were both idiots, so when I get out of here, I’ll take you out. Just you and me."

"That sounds perfect," you whisper, still overwhelmed by everything that's happened, but still happy to have him here, with you. He pulls you towards him gently, as if he wanted to hold on to the moment that was like an eternity for both of you. And even though he is still weak, you know that it is the beginning of something new. Something wonderful. Together.

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