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c4tluver02 · 1 day ago

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best friend!Steve Harrington x shy!reader where you get asked on a date, something that has never happened before/never been something he had to worry about because usually the combination of you being so reserved and him hovering kept men from trying any funny business. Steve knows the guy, hates the guy, and spends days trying to convince you not to go on the date (because he doesn’t like the guy… certainly could not possibly be for any other reason…) and eventually you confront him and ask why he cares so much and tooth rotting fluff ensues. Steve dials the guy’s number himself after so you can cancel.

last minute cancel

wc: 3k

cw: mentions of cheating (not from Steve or r), hurt/comfort, angst?, fluffffffff, happy ending, maybe Steve being rude?

a/n: thank u sooo much for the request<333 i hope you enjoy it :D!!!!

Steve has been your best friend for years.

You met him in high school, just before his “King Steve’ era, and from the moment you two became friends it was like you were glued to the hip.

During school he was boyish and charming, always alluring to anyone near him. But with you he was different. Not that he wasn't any of those amazing qualities, but he was far more than that. With you he never faltered when it came to taking care of you. Thinking of you before himself, making sure you are always okay, it was a protectiveness that you were continuously thankful for.

No one else got this version of Steve, not even Kathy or Stella. The two recent girls on his roster. However recently Steve told you that Kathy dumped him because you went to the movies with them so maybe it’s just Stella.

Unlike all of the other girls in school you weren't all over him, which could be the reason all those dates were shocked– feeling like they were interrupting something when it came to you two. Which in a sense they were. You and Steve had a way of doing things, a system that has been going for about 5 years. So when Kathy threw a fit about movie nights it’s not even an issue for Steve to call her the next morning saying they won't work out.

You were too shy to do the things Steve did, it’s what made you two work so well together. He would go to the parties and date the girls while you sat there listening. Interested in all the gossip you're not involved in but still get to know about. For some reason people tell Steve everything, never thinking when he gets home that he would call you to spill all the secrets.

–

Both of you sat on Steve's bed with your first bowl of popcorn laid between the two of you. The movie was ready, all you had to do was press play, but you had just gotten to his house so now is the time he tells you all the gossip.

You felt like you were already watching a movie, the way Steve was so animated with his storytelling. His eyes would go wide as his hands would copy the words he says. You could sit and listen to him tell you stories for hours, he reenacts things so well and all the drama added is the cherry on top.

Only once he was done talking it was your turn, and truly you don't know how you've kept this from him for this long. You have never been able to lie to Steve, not that this was a lie, more of a kept secret. Still something happened to you and you didn't immediately call Steve about it which was weird for you.

But a guy asked you out a few days ago and it was something so out of the blue for you that you just had to tell Steve in person. Knowing your best friend will have the best reaction to your exciting news, along with help on how to go about it.

So when he went quiet you began to start.

“Okay so y’know how I was at the bookstore the other day?” You ask, the smile you have on your face makes Steve smile. This must be good, he thinks.

“Yeah, you wanted to find a new diary right?”

“Exactly, and while I was looking I was just so into the journals, I guess, and I took a step back and a guy caught me!” The way you gleam almost fools Steve in that moment.

“Did he catch you or did you just walk into him and his body was right there?” Steve doesn't really know where this conversation is going but he’s not sure he likes it.

“His hands literally wrapped around my waist Steve, he caught me, like my literal hero. Anyways, I ended up talking to him, and you’ll never guess what happened!”

“Uh, he said sorry for being in your way?” His eyebrows raise with the question.

You roll your eyes at his antics. “No. He asked for my number. My number, Steve.”

“And did you give it to him?”

Steve hasn't really had to deal with you and guys. In school guys knew not to ask you out, Steves hovering too extreme for any of them to try anything. And now that you are out of high school, you don't go to any gatherings to meet new people. A little bit too much of an introvert for it. But now Steve isn't always around, no one knows their place when it comes to the two of you. Kathy was pure proof of that.

“Well yes, of course. It’s not everyday a guy asks for my number.” You’re kneeling on his bed now, so hyped up from your retelling of your own story.

The way he doesn’t really move makes you a little worried. You always give a great big reaction to his stories, let alone his dates. A little cheer or a smile would help you out.

“Well who is this guy anyways, you get a name?”

“Um, Dean Mills.” You say drawing back to your conversation with him.

“Dean Mills as in from English class that always snored?” His hand goes to his mouth in a faux gasped expression.

“I don't know Steve, I wasn't in that class with you.” Your body deflates from his witty comeback that is unhelpful in every way.

His questions have ruined your mood, you back hits his headboard and your irritation spikes just a little higher. He isn't being supportive at all, if anything he’s just making fun of you. It’s understood to not take you seriously, you never get asked out by guys. But does Steve really think you’re so awful that the idea of a guy being into you seems so funny?

“You do know that he totally got kicked from the football team for sleeping with all the cheerleaders right?” Steve sits up now, a hand pressed deep into his mattress to hold himself up.

“You don't even know if this is the same guy Steve, how are you just gonna write off the first guy I tell you about?”

The fold of your arms and the slight pout of your lips has Steve feeling bad. He’s really trying to look out for you here, nothing more nothing less.

“M’sorry, honey. You're right, has he called you yet?”

It takes you a second to respond because no, he hasn't called you yet. But the last thing you want to do is tell Steve that, it would just further prove his stupid point.

“It just happened two days ago Steve.” You say with a huff. Movie night doesn't feel needed anymore. You weren't even supposed to have it today, normally it’s saturdays but Steve has a date on saturday so you moved it. One that you helped him pick an outfit for, with no quips or jokes coming from you.

You pull yourself to the edge of his bed, not really wanting to leave your hang out, you even wanted to sleep over. But right now Steve doesn't feel like he has even a hint of happiness for you. It feels devastating, and you don't even know why he’s being so unsupportive.

“I think I should head home.” Your legs dangle from the edge of his bed, his long legs get into it way easier than your short ones.

Steve's sigh is loud from behind you. You can also hear his hand run over his face and into his hair. He didnt mean for you to get upset with him, but if he has the right Dean Mills, which he 100% does, he knows this guy is just using you for a hookup.

“I am just trying to make sure that you’re doing the right thing, going out with this guy.”

You still don't look at him when he says it. The only thing that could be heard in his room is the sound of you putting your shoes back on. It’s a quick motion, like you positively need to get out of there and it makes Steve’s heart break in two.

“Why is it so hard for you to think that a guy could just like me?” Your head turns sharply to look at him, finally. But the look on your face makes him wish you didn't, your brows are furrowed, eyes squinted.

“Honey that’s not..I meant that-”

“I’ll see you later Steve.” You say it so quickly as you leave his room that he almost misses it. The slam of his front door, however, can't go unmissed. It’s loud, saying everything that needs to be said.

Yeah, maybe Dean hasn't called you yet, and so what if he was some douche in high school? Like Steve wasn't? You weren't the same as you were in high school, people change. The growth from high school to now is what you hope to see from people and Dean seems to have grown, unlike Steve and his stuck in set ways.

It was really heartbreaking that Steve just wrote this whole thing off. You never do that to him, despite how badly you want to. Stella isn't lasting you knew that the second you met her. And the same thing happened with Kathy, but did you tell him that? No, you stood there and helped him pick things out for these girls who didn't know him half like you did.

–

That night Dean had called you asking you out on a date. It was in two days, at a nice restaurant that just opened but had great reviews. You said yes, trying to wipe everything that Steve had said to you from your mind. There was no way his opinions would ruin this for you, the first date you've had in a while.

Steve even tried to call you for your nightly call but you didn't answer. Too upset with him to act like everything was normal and hear about the things he did while you supported every breath and movement. There was a split second that you forgot you were mad at him, it was right after Dean called you. Your next immediate response was to dial Steve's number to tell him how Dean had officially asked you out, but you didn't.

Once morning reached your window the light flowing through your room, waking you up, your anger still sat in your chest. Heavy and painful just as it was the day before. Possibly even worse since the loud sound of a ring stopped you from going back to sleep.

The phone on the wall was too far, and your body was still limp with the grip of sleep trying to pull you back in. You let the phone go– trying to find that dream that left you all too soon. But it rang again, somehow even louder this time now that your foggy mind didn't halfway block it out.

Your body brought you to the wall before your mind knew where you were, picking up the phone.

“Hello?” The grogginess in your voice was present, anyone on the other line could tell you had just woken up.

“Hey, sorry did I wake you up?” Steve's voice boomed through the phone, loud and perfectly clear unlike your mumbled words.

“Steve, it's so early.” Your words come out in a stern tone, like you could lecture him on why he shouldn't call people early in the morning because they might just be sleeping.

“I know, I'm sorry, but I really just needed to talk to you.”

He could apologize, tell you how bad he feels about the way he reacted. Maybe talk to you about the things you could wear and say to make the date go well. Or at least that's what you hope he'll say, just wanting to talk to your best friend about an important thing that happened to you.

It’s what makes you stay on the phone, humming as if to say ‘go on’.

“I talked to Stella about Dean, I was just trying to see if she knew anything about him and what he's been up to y’know? And she told me that she saw him at a party cheat on his girlfriend with three other girls. Three girls!”

Of course Steve asked Stella, he had to know everything about this dude. And thank god he did or else you would be going out with him. He would hate to see you heartbroken over some idiot who didn't deserve you in the first place. That was his whole intention with all of this, nothing else.

“Is that really what you called me to say?” The new tone in your voice is laced with venom. No longer stuck in a sleepy state.

“I am just trying to protect you–”

“I don't need your protection Steve, next time you call I hope you have something a little more sincere to say.” And the line goes quiet. Only a quiet beep letting him know you hug up on him.

What Steve didn't get to tell you was that question to Stella got him another slammed door. Apparently asking the girl you're seeing about another girl isn't the best idea. But Steve had to do it, for you.

Everything he does is for you. You're on his mind the second he wakes up from his dream about you and right before his eyes shut letting sleep take him away. The way you care about him way more than any of his dates ever would, or how you sincerely understand him. Why he is the way he is and how despite him not being the best, you don't run from him. Always sweet and generous in every sense of the word. Steve doesn't think he could ever live without you, even with this day and a half long fight he finds himself struggling to get by.

And deep down you felt the same. Maybe that's why this all hurt so much.

This realization in Steve was what brought him to your doorstep the next day. A beautiful bouquet in his hands as an apology along with a script he's currently going over in his head as he waits for you to open the door. That is if you open the door.

Steve knows he hasn't exactly been fair. Telling you what you should and shouldn't do has never been something he does regularly.

Too stuck in his own mind he misses the sight of you coming down the stairs through the window. But when you open the door with your hair curled and a nice dress that snaps Steve right out of it. The lipstick you have on makes the blush on your cheeks pop, a perfect match.

“Steve, I really don't have time, I have a date and–” You say, turning your head to look at the time on the clock near you.

“Cancel it.” Steve didn't even know you had a date, you hadn't told him.

“What?” This makes you look back at him quickly. Any quicker and he thinks you might have given yourself whiplash.

“Cancel it. Stay with me tonight, please.” His plea sounds so heart wrenching. As if it might utterly ruin him if you left.

“Steve, I can't just cancel, it's like 40 minutes.” Your wide eyes widen even more at his begging.

“He’s not gonna give you what you need. He doesn't know you or get you like I do and no one ever will. It’s me and you and you know it.” It comes out in one breath, quick and hurried. He removes one hand from the bouquet and grabs for your own. You don't move away or even flinch at the touch.

“What about Stella?” He could almost laugh at your question, how could you even think about that right now? It proves his point of you always being so thoughtful, even when he didn't deserve it.

“Stella was never anything serious, nothing like us. I promise just cancel, we can talk everything out. I just need you here, with me.” His grip on your hand tightens, not wanting you to pull away. Almost as if the tighter he holds onto you the less likely you will leave.

And after a minute of thinking all you do is nod. It’s enough of an answer for Steve as he elopes you in a hug, your arms immediately follow suit as they wrap around his neck. You can feel the leftover water from the flowers on your back and it makes you shutter.

“You got me flowers?” You ask, letting go of the hug to get a good look at them.

“Yeah, I wanted to say I'm sorry, for y’know, being a ass.”

You look even prettier with his flowers in hand, it somehow matches your dress perfectly. As if you two were the ones that had a date and planned it all out. And maybe you should, you did get all dressed up. But for right now that seems quite far away.

“I can't believe I’m canceling.” The laugh that comes out sounds genuine like the situation you're in was only possible in your dreams.

“I can cancel for you if you want.” His hands on your hips feel so soothing and relaxing in this moment, like he was the perfect thing to ground you.

“Yeah? You’re gonna tell Dean how I need to cancel because a much cuter boy came to my door with flowers?” Your arms revert to their spot around his neck, flowers in hand and all.

“I mean it is the truth isn't it?” You throw your head back as you laugh, Steve pulls you closer and when you are face to face with him again your noses almost touch.

“I’d hate to lie.” The smile you show is paired with a shrug.

“Well, let's get to it honey.” Steve says letting you go, squeezing your hips lightly before letting you turn to go inside.

Let’s just say Dean didn't really appreciate Steves message.

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binmeister · 17 hours ago

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Hello my friend! I have a good funny story request idea that you may like to do! Well I wanted to see you could do a headcanon/ story on the Saja Boys Au x female!reader where they had a small argument with each other then the reader screams out how there aren’t very funny or loving because there either too serious, sad, rude, airhead or nice which shocks the Saja Boys. Then they decide to play a prank on the reader to prove them wrong ( it can be any type of prank from making them food with something their allergic to plus funny ingredients, trying to scare them, flirt with someone, dress up in something silly, pretending to have amnesia and etc). But when their prank is over instead of getting a laugh or apologize; the reader would either get hurt/hospitalized (physically or emotionally), angry, cry, annoyed and even threaten to leave them ( is also joking as well) which causes them to feel guilty, like a jerk or beg for forgiveness?!!~ (It’s up to you whether or not they forgive them or not!)🤭😅❤️‍🔥😈✨

Pranks gone wrong and some misunderstandings

Saja boys x Reader (Separate)

Thank you for the prompt! I’m not doing anything that severely harms the reader or hurts them because I personally hate ‘pranks’ that go too far like that, but I tried to keep things in that kind of tone where the guys have redemption because they do mean well - may have strayed a lot from the prompt but I hope these are okay 😅

CW: Established relationships, mentions of crying in some prompts, includes the coriander / cilantro soap gene in Mystery’s prompt but you can swap that out for a different gene - mostly gender neutral but for any mentions of she/her you’re welcome to swap it out with preferred pronoun

Not proof read! Sorry for mistakes a lot of word vomit.

Jinu

Jinu was funny, a bit of a quirky and dorky kinda guy but he could be funny when he wanted to be and he liked to think it was something he could be proud of

His singing talent? A little iffy after everything that happened but his humour that he found again while hanging out with you? Yeah. He’s a funny guy

But the insecurities leaked out when both Abs & Romance said that he was kinda unfunny, you teased him with the duo in agreement and normally he can brush it off - roll his eyes and say ‘uh huh, totally’ because he knows you find him funny - its just this time it clung to him and made him self conscious on if you really did find him funny or not or if you just found him funny in the ‘you’re my boyfriend, of course i think you’re funny’

Was he too plain? Did he seem too stiff or was he acting too nice or something? It lead him to message Rumi to ask her if she thought he was funny and obviously - she thought he wasn’t because why would she think he’s funny? She thinks he’s an annoying little brat and he asks her for ideas to make you laugh

Platonic RuJinu for this! misunderstandings are so goofy sometimes

Jinu huffed, eyebrows furrowed as he responded back to Rumi with a little too much venom in his words as he tried to ask her for her honest opinion and didn’t particularly like her answer. Of course he’s funny! You were seated to the left of him on the couch as he continued furiously tapping away, his focus solely on his phone and you felt a twinge of jealousy. Who got him so worked up? He paused and then laughed a little at something Rumi had sent and visibly eased up. That isn’t what you want to see. He’s now laughing and smiling at his phone while you’re literally right next to him. You tried to peer over his shoulder and Jinu had instinctively shifted away, spooked by your sudden appearance and that set alarm bells of in your head.

Now he’s hiding his phone from you? You looked up at him and he saw the flash of hurt and panic in your eyes and he was confused at first, what’s the issue? Then he realised he had shifted away from you while you were trying to look at his phone, something that was normal between you two as you normally scrolled through each other’s feeds to see what memes or goofy clips you could laugh at together. Before you could stand up and walk away from him he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back down onto the couch beside him and shifted to hold your waist so you couldn’t get away despite your attempt to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Woah hey, hey let me explain-” He started out as you elbowed his side in your attempt to escape, he let out a grunt before pulling you even tighter into him. “Rude! You’re stuck in jail now missy.” He huffed out as he pulled you flush against his chest and onto his lap now, glaring at you slightly for the unnecessary blow you dealt him in.

“No it’s fine you can keep texting your girlfriend.” You grumbled out as you tried again to wriggle away and he rolled his eyes, unlocking his phone on the spot and holding it directly where your line of vision was so you could read the text chain for yourself. He was not going to let you walk away all annoyed and mad at him over a misunderstanding.

J: I’m funny right?

R: As funny as a pre-schooler

J: ...rude. R: But it’s true (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)

R: Why’re you bothering me J: I wanna make [Name] laugh R: Your face probably already does that enough (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)♡

J: That’d be yours.

R: She probably thinks you’re funny enough as is, she’s literally your girlfriend?

R: Idk why though... you’re so blegh

J: She thinks I’m great.

R: Suuuuuuure buddy

R: She could do so much better

R: Tell her when she’s sick of you I’ll be there for her (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)♡♡

J: ?????

You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you as you tried not to laugh at Rumi’s blatant insults and jabbing at Jinu, understanding now why Jinu had laughed - rather than out of joy it was out of annoyance cause woooow she totally got him good. He rolled his eyes at you as you calmed down finally, relaxing into his hold as you both watched Rumi’s chat bubble typing away.

R: [Name] if you’re reading this - I’ll treat you better than he ever could! I know your shoe size unlike this guy ♡

You burst into a fit of laughter at that, she had you there because it was true. Jinu struggled to remember all the different measurements of the people around him - having to keep track of his own as well as the boys; you didn’t expect him to know your measurements even remotely but he’s done a pretty decent job without the exact details.

J (Name): I might take you up on that offer pookie ♡ - [N]

R: I KNEW YOU LOVED ME MORE !

“Woooow.” You heard Jinu say he watched your tiny exchange with Rumi, offended that you would pick her over him. He’s literally your boyfriend! He eased up into the couch and let his hold on you loosen up as you looked up at him innocently, both of you letting your burst of jealousy pass now that it was cleared up that it was definitely a misunderstanding.

“I love you..?” You said, cheeky smile on your face as you said it in a more playful manner than intended as he stared at you blankly before he leant in and pecked your forehead. “...love you too.”

Abs / Abby

He’s goofy, laughs at his own jokes a little too hard but there’s something infectious about his laugh that just makes you start laughing too

Sometimes jokes go over his head but when you explain them to him, he gets it and starts laughing so hard it sounds like he might throw up

He didn’t really care for pranks, he didn’t see why people were so adamant it’s funny to make your partner cry or get upset cause yeah you’re kinda cute when you get annoyed at him but what if he made you cry? He’d feel so bad if he did that

Then there was a day the group was hanging out, you were lounged with him and tucked snuggly into his side as you drew patterns into his side and he occasionally let out a chuckle at the ticklish sensation when he heard Baby call out

“Dude.. did you know you’re kinda a meat head?” He was nonchalant as he randomly insulted Abby and you protested at the rude comment, rejecting the connotation and it made Abby think for a bit

...was he really that stupid? Did everyone think he was dumb? ...did you think he was dumb too? He’s not outwardly the smartest guy ever but he likes to think he was witty and sharp enough that it wasn’t a concern, it’s just sometimes tone in conversations fall flat on his ears - sarcasm is hard to read !

Which lead to this moment, Abby had a pair of fake glasses on as he stood at the kitchen counter across from you and was currently explaining- no. Mansplaining to you about why men were strong and all this bullshit about being a true Alpha and all that garbage. Whatever he dug up on twitter was grating your nerves and you were about to strangle him out if he continued on any longer - it’s been an hour and a half! How can he still blabber on about something he’s never shown interest in before.

“Abby.” You finally shut him up, he froze at your tone and it dawned on him how frustrated you actually are. Despite his size it looked like he shrunk in on himself, as he quietened down to hear what you had to say and his train of his thought was completely caught off - those Alpha podcasts said that this was what human women were into! He swears! He heard them say it.

“I love you dearly,” You began and he smiled a little at that and almost straightened back up until you continued on, “If you say one more word, in regards to whatever the hell this is that you’re spouting at me. We are done.“

His expression froze as he stared at you with wide eyes - was this a break up? Are you breaking up with him because he tried to become smart? Or did he search up all the wrong things and fumble everything. He was panicking and it showed as he instinctively reached across the counter to grab you hands as he fumbled with his words to explain himself, he didn’t actually mean the words he was saying honestly he didn’t even know what half of the stuff being said on the podcast meant and the guy sounded so confident so Abby earnestly thought that it had to be legit! He’s a demon who isn’t used to modern day women and societal norms so the internet was his only option to get information truly.

“I didn’t- I mean I don’t really.. y’know I.” He was tripping over himself, too many thoughts in his head at once and all from his own panic as he tried to rationalise how to explain to you that this wasn’t actually what he thought it was just something he assumed you might like. “I thought you’d like me better if I said stuff like this.. cause I’m a meat head...”

His last few words were a little softer as he admitted what caused him to go on this tirade and you felt bad for him, it wasn’t really his fault that he didn’t understand why those talking points were blatantly disrespectful and you knew for a fact that he could never fathom actually believing in that kind of thing. If he thought anyone was better than anyone else, it’d be from his self confidence in knowing he’s got a great physique and athletic capabilities but he’s always been willing to admit when he couldn’t do something or felt like he wasn’t enough.

“Hey.. I know you don’t think those things and you’re not a meat head.” You shifted your hands to rest on top of his and you could see him visibly relax at that, cheeks dusting a light pink and glowing a little from how dumb and embarrassed he felt right now that he just wasted an hour of your time. “Where’d you even come across this stuff anyway?”

He paused. The one that had sent him this information had walked into the kitchen and was absentmindedly raiding for the fridge for any spicy goodies or any snacks he could steal. You caught the way Abby’s eyes glanced at Baby and you had to stop yourself from body slamming the smaller man.

“Baby.” He turned to look at you, normally bored and smug expression frozen in a mildly alert and panicked one. “We need to talk about something.”

Let’s just say that he hadn’t insulted Abby in a few weeks and was a lot more careful with what he let slip out.

Mystery

A quiet guy, he could take a joke mostly but occasionally would lash out if pushed too far

It was an off-handed comment that didn’t mean much but you had mentioned that you were glad he was calm and easier to handle than the goofier guys - it wasn’t mean to insinuate he wasn’t funny but he took it as an insult unknowingly stewing on it as he thought over ways to ‘prank’ you

Baby and Romance mentioned there were these ‘prank channels’ on youtube and he had watched a couple, the couples in the video always seemed to scream at eachother and then laugh it off so he though the could pull it off as well - bookmarked a video and then proceeded to duplicate the steps in that video

Yeah he can prove he’s goofy and spontaneous !

But he didn’t really understand that the videos weren’t real and were usually staged

“Is this for me?” You questioned, a little awe in your voice as Mystery handed you a plate with a little puff in his chest like he was really proud of what he made for you. It was a simple noodle dish that you’d been craving for a while and this man was sweet enough to learn how to cook it for you... You smiled at him, not second-guessing any ulterior motives and that made him smirk a little. It’s just like the video he watched.

You picked up the fork he had given you and twirled a small rose of noodles onto it, about to lift it to your mouth and go to town when you got a whiff of something that you knew you couldn’t eat. Coriander. You looked up at him, puffing your cheeks out and were a little thrown off about how he decided to throw in coriander into a noodle dish that.. doesn’t require it. He looked a little upset at you for catching onto what he had done and huffed, frustrated that you didn’t necessarily fall for the prank and in turn you got upset at him - he knows you can’t eat it, the dumb gene you complain about frequently enough that makes the stuff taste like soap.

So why’d he do that?

Before you can question him on it he walks away, not wanting to talk to you because now you’ve ruined the prank and it won’t be funny anymore and you’re shocked. He’s upset at you? You huffed as you put away the plate in the fridge, letting it be a free for all for whichever guy came home and was hungry because you sure as hell couldn’t enjoy it with the insane amounts of coriander that had been ground into it. Cut small enough to look like literally any other herb but you knew that smell too well. Jerk.

After that you didn’t talk to each other, from minutes then lead to hours and then even extended to a few days where you weren’t talking at all. No messages. No late night calls. You didn’t even come over to hang out with the other boys because you were so frustrated that Mystery tampered with your food.. It was only this one thing this time but what if you had a more sever allergy? Would he overlook it for some twisted joke? Which only upset you more. Yeah you could’ve just eaten the meal and then told him to correct it for next time.. but you thought he listened and respected you. Did he not?

The overthinking didn’t stop, it got to a point where you were just holed up in your room - hoodie on as you curled into yourself and the tears finally started to come down. You were so annoyed at him, annoyed at yourself for not talking to him, just annoyed at everything. All that frustration over the last few days filled with over thinking and second guessing things made you emotional and you couldn’t stop the tears that kept on flowing. It wasn’t that big of a deal but on a grander scale it really was a big deal because if you can’t trust him with something small could you really trust him with something big?

Your doorbell chimed, you contemplated ignoring it and just crying your eyes out for a few more hours but you went against that thought. Sleeves rubbing your eyes and wiping off the tear stains on your cheeks as you got up and headed over to the door, not bothering to check who it could be because there were very few people who could turn up like this. And of course it was the one you secretly wanted to see the most.

Mystery stood there, his posture less confident than usual as his mouth opened and closed trying to formulate the sentences that he had been practicing at home with the other guys as they walked him through why it’s not a good idea to mess with somebody’s food. He couldn’t get a word out before you reached for him, arms lifted up and he obediently stepped into the foyer with you and wrapped his arms around you - head rested against yours as you sniffle and let the tears fall again.

“That wasn’t nice..” You mumbled into his shirt and he only nodded in response, he honestly expected worse but if you were this nice about it... maybe he could make up for it? He shut your front door behind him, attempting to waddle you both to your room so you could be more comfortable rather than standing in the foyer for whoever knows how long. Soon enough you were situated back on your bed, him sitting up resting against the headboard as he let you curl into his side - his fingers drawing small circles on your back as he let you decide if you wanted to be closer or not - which you opted to do. Shuffling closer and slowly wrapping an arm around his waist as you laid your head on his chest. It was quiet, peaceful like it usually is.

You dozed off, the fatigue from crying and being frustrated for days on end getting to you and the soothing sensation of him continuously drawing patterns on your back lulled you off into a comforting sleep but you caught what he said as you let sleep overcome you... it brought a small smile to your lips as you snuggled closer.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Romance

He knew he was a charming guy, funny? Sometimes. But charming definitely

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to point it out one day while you were hanging out with the guys, Abs had pointed out that Romance was only good at flirting and you had jokingly agreed while laughing - but that joke rubbed him the wrong way

What do you mean you don’t find him funny? You think he’s handsome, charming, the best thing that’s ever happened to you but... you don’t think he’s funny? Hell no he needs to correct that!

All he does is flirt? Pft he can prove you all wrong!

He couldn’t.

That was a sad pathetic pep talk to himself as he instinctively flirted with the fans that attended the Saja boys fan signing, though he may have been playing it up a bit too much as he was ogled openly by all types of fans that came along. He flirted with the women, the aunties that stopped by, the guys roughly around his age too - he was a simple man! More love to give than he could ever contain within himself. At least that was the persona he put on was.

After the event was over they had returned home and you had sent a text hoping it went well, but he thought it over and decided what he could do to get back at you and the other guys. He wasn’t flirty in his response, didn’t ask how your day was, none of that stuff that he learned from being online or from observing people when they first came to the human world after years of being in the demon realm. Just told you the event went well and that was it, dry.

You blinked at your phone when you saw the dry response from Romance, not particularly something you were used to. He usually had a specific way of texting and this was devoid of any emoticons, emojis, nothing. It made you feel a little uncomfortable and a little upset even. What’s his deal? That continued on for the next couple of hours, you tried to initiate your usual evening conversations and Romance continued to give you dry blunt responses in return. It felt like you were talking to a completely different guy and it started to make you nervous. Is the honey moon phase over? Is this what’s always going to happen now that you were comfortable? He’ll give you crumbs of attention and you just have to savour each piece?

You continued trying that night, trying to get him to talk to you like he usually did and even asking if he had enough energy to talk on the phone. All met with more rejection and more blunt or dry responses. It was like you were message a different Saja boy all together but you knew the other guys relatively well enough to know that they didn’t do that thing, it wasn’t in their books to mess with someone’s phone without saying anything. It was 1am by the time you gave up - each response from Romance had taken longer and longer to get back to you, like he was purposely putting his phone on do not disturb and then remembering half an hour to an hour later that he hadn’t responded. This wasn’t like him and it was genuinely starting to hurt.

You sent one last text - wishing him a goodnight and when you were left on read and no instant reply it made your heart sink. Staring at your ceiling you felt numb now. Your usually doting boyfriend was being so cold to you, you didn’t even care that he flirted with fans! It’s part of the gig and you knew what he did and what his words and actions actually meant when he truly meant what he said. So why was he switching up on you so suddenly? It hurt, it stung. It reminded you of the previous partners you’ve had and the dating horror stories friends had warned you about when their respective exes switched up on them one day and how pathetic it made them feel when they’d keep grovelling for attention. How pathetic it’s making you feel as you anxiously wait for Romance to respond. To say goodnight, tell you he loved you. Call you.

Something.

A few tears leaked out of your eyes and then you felt terrible, it was only one night of being given the cold shoulder and this is where it lead you? Were you too comfortable and safe so now you’re being punished for opening up your heart? You ended up crying yourself to sleep, not remembering when exactly you managed to fall asleep but you did it. Unbeknownst to you Romance was patting himself on the back. He proved it! He isn’t just a flirt and can totally do the cool guy persona. He can’t wait to rub it in your face in the morning that he got you when he checked his phone at the time you usually woke up, he froze.

Where’s his good morning text? He scrolled up the chat log and realised he hadn’t wished you a good night and he frowned at himself, he had to turn off his notifications so he wouldn’t instinctively respond to you every time you sent a message but now he felt bad. He really left you hanging that much in between each reply? Yeah he’s a demon but he knows that a real gentleman doesn’t let someone second-guessing their words.

R: Good morning my sweet rose!

[N]: Hey

R: I hope you slept well, I’m excited to hear your voice

[N]: Are you?

R: Of course I am! I always love to hear your sweet voice

He sent a good morning text to you first, excited to see your reply but wasn’t expecting a simple ‘hey’ in return so after the next messages were exchanged he called you up. He expected your sleepy voice but he didn’t expect to hear you sniffling into the receiver as you picked up, your voice was a little sad and he felt his heart ache a little.

“What’s wrong..?” He asked and you scoffed. Really? He couldn’t tell? Before you could tell him off he excitedly told you what he did yesterday. “I did it! I managed the cool guy thing in our messages, see I’m more than just a flirt.” There was some pride in his voice and some triumph to it too and you felt tears well back up in your eyes as you heard your regular Romance speak to you, like he normally did with that slightly sultry tone and could hear the crinkle in his eyes as he would’ve smiled as he talked.

“You were a jerk.” You responded curtly, a slight edge to your voice as the relief kicked into your body a little. It was just a bit. And not a total shift in personality, thank god.

“..I messed up didn’t I..” Romance said quietly into the phone as he scratched his cheek with his free hand, he definitely owed you a romantic date and he knew it. Your simple hum of agreement reaffirmed that thought and he immediately started going on a tangent about how he’ll make it up to you and that he’s sorry, the little quiet laugh you let out let him know that you weren’t opposed to that either.

Maybe being the ‘flirty one’ wasn’t that bad.

Baby

Baby doesn’t really exert much energy to talk much when he doesn’t need to, mostly giving one-liners that make you laugh a little too hard because often it’s something unhinged or he points something out that just makes you snort

He doesn’t think he’s the most funny guy ever but you definitely give him an ego boost when you laugh at an off-hand comment he says or when the guys roll their eyes at him

The guys were ragging on him one night - saying that he wasn’t that funny and was an asshole who only knew how to say a mean quip to get some cheap laughs and he was irritated, so what? You liked it so it worked right?

Then he started to think it over.. maybe you were only giving him pity laughs? And that thought in itself pissed him off a bit - he doesn’t want your stupid human pity, he’ll make a different joke and he had the perfect idea

You’re always so forgetful he could probably throw something of yours away and you wouldn’t even notice and then laugh at yourself when you realise what happened - so he did just that

It was just a joke, he didn’t understand why you were staring at him like he killed your family. All he did was throw away some useless piece of jewellery you don’t even wear that often - it was supposed to poke fun at how you always forget about things when you put them down and walk away. How forgetful you are. But you’re not laughing and he doesn’t understand. Why’re you so quiet right now? It should be hilarious - hell he’d laugh too if you threw some useless junk he had out and he didn’t notice for a week.

“Why did you do that..?” Your voice was small as you questioned him, tears welling up in your eyes and he got irritated at that. Why’re you so upset over some dumb piece of metal?

“Get over yourself, you’re such a crybaby.” He muttered, mouth moving before his mind could catch up and that’s what did it. The tears were falling down your cheeks as your lip quivered, there was such a distinct look of betrayal in your eyes and he was flabbergasted. It was just a joke why’re you crying? He didn’t stop you as you shoved him out of your apartment, you weren’t cursing him out and you didn’t even say goodbye to him as you slammed the door shut in his face. But then he heard the faint sounds of your broken sobs through the door and realised yeah... maybe he was just an asshole.

He left you alone for a while, thought that maybe giving you a few days would be the right thing to do because if you wanted to talk to him - you’d just message him. You always did. But his phone had no new messages, no missed calls, not even a tag on social media in a meme that reminded you of him. Just radio silence. The other guys knew something was up but didn’t want to push Baby to talk to them, the first time Romance tried to ask if he was alright he snapped at the elder guy that he was fine and things are perfect right now. He was irritated, at you for making him feel confused like this. Yeah he can be an asshole but now you’re being an asshole too by not talking to him about it.

It’s not like the piece of jewellery would be lost forever, he could just buy you a new one! Then the information was leaked to him from the other guys. Romance had managed to talk to you and was telling Jinu when he overheard where you got that dumb bracelet from. A late gift from an ex-best friend or something, one that had moved away and you were never able to contact again and he was annoyed all over again. You don’t even talk to that person anymore! Why does it matter! He blurted it out and the other two jumped, not realising he had been listening in and then Jinu spelled it out for him.

“It’s the memory associated with it, that’s what matters.” He explained as he looked down with a stern expression, they’re demons and yes their humanity may have been lost to a large extent... but the memories were always something that haunted them. So how could it not effect a human? He reconsidered his frustrations and finally let it go, the next day busying himself with how to make it up to you and he found himself at your doorstep. Knocking softly on the front door and waited for the familiar shuffle of you rushing around and opening the door with a smile. Everything but the last part of the routine was there, you tried to smile at him but it looked like you were still upset so it didn’t reach your eyes and he mentally kicked himself over it.

“Hey-” “I’m sorry.” You couldn’t even greet him before his hand was extended to yours, a small bracelet in his palm that was messy - clearly handmade and not by a professional but it made your lips quirk up in a genuine smile this time. You gently picked it up from his hand and slipped it onto your wrist, the colours were pastel and matched his signature hair colour and a soft baby pink. Not the prettiest thing in the world but there was meaning in it and soon enough Baby found himself wrapped up in your arms, something he hadn’t realised he missed so much in the days without your touch so he graciously accepted the hug and squeezed you lightly in his arms mumbling a complaint into your shoulder about how you can’t just go silent on him out of no where like that again.

Yeah, he may be an asshole but at least you seemed to forgive him for it.

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emeraldserenade · 1 day ago

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Not So Fake Fake Boyfriend~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: Joaquín needs a girlfriend for sister's wedding, you just happen to love weddings. Joaquín's crush on you has nothing to do with Sam bringing the option of you going up, not at all.

tw: fem!reader, fake boyfriend troupe, none?, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

I did forget to post this yesterday, so enjoy it today!!

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Joaquín needed a date to his sister's wedding, he was hopeful that he would have found a date by the time it came. But he didn't and he was desperate, and then you came along. You worked closely with both of them, being the social media manager for him and Sam. "Why not take y/n?" Sam suggested and you looked up from your desk.

"Take me where?" You questioned, a smile on your face.

"My sister's wedding, I said I had a date but I don't," Joaquín admitted and your eyes widened.

"Oh, well, ok!" You said, your smile still on your face.

"Really?" Joaquín asked.

"Yeah, I could be a great fake girlfriend," you said, moving to walk over to Joaquín. "Plus, I love weddings," you told him.

"You're saving my life, you don't even understand," Joaquín hugged you and you gave him a smile while you hugged him back.

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The flight to Miami was something, you were in the middle seat between Joaquín and a stranger. The stranger kept 'accidentally' putting his hand on your thigh and brushing it across your knee. You sighed a breath of relief when he got up for the bathroom. "Switch seats with me," Joaquín told you, you looked over at him.

"What?" You watched as he stood and let him pull you up.

"Switch seats with me," Joaquín repeated and even though you were confused, you did anyway.

"I heard what you said, I meant why?" You clarified as you sat down in the window seat.

"I don't like how he keeps touching you," Joaquín admitted, settling into the seat you previously occupied. You smiled at him and leaned your head on his shoulder, determined to get some sleep in now that you didn't have to worry about the other man touching you.

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You slept the rest of the flight and when you woke up, Joaquín was gently speaking to you. "Come on, it's time to get up," was the final piece to you waking up.

"That was entirely too slow and too fast," you stretched as you stood and took Joaquín's hand when he offered it.

"You did sleep for most of the flight," Joaquín joked.

"God forbid a girl's tired and you make her feel safe," you joked back, it was more or less of a joke and you both knew it. You could tell there were people staring at the two of you as you walked. Falcon and the social media manager walking hand-in-hand through an airport wasn't a new sight, but the lack of Captain America was. Normally the three of you held onto each other, you holding onto both, so you all stayed together.

You had a thought about how this was going to need to be remedied via the team's official account, but quickly stored it away as you let Joaquín lead you. You got your check bags and Joaquín started going over the predetermined story again.

"Quino!" You heard an older lady yell from farther away. Joaquín waved at her but kept walking to her with your hand in his. "You must be y/n!" She pulled you into a hug after she hugged Joaquín, you quickly figured out she was Joaquín's mom.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," you told her, letting her hug you as long as she wanted.

"Mamá you're squeezing her," Joaquín told her and you laughed as she started to scold him but let you go anyway.

The three of you went to the car and Joaquín sat in the backseat with you, even though he didn't have to. His mom cooed at the fact that he was being so gentlemanly to you. You just laughed and told her that it was her parenting that made him that way. You smiled at the flush on Joaquín's face at your words.

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Joaquín's family was super welcoming, you had gotten more hugs in the first few minutes of being there than you had in the past four months. You were ushered upstairs by Joaquín and the two of you collapsed onto his childhood bed. "Sorry about them, they're a lot, I know," Joaquín apologized.

"Baby, you're a lot," you joked, missing the flush and flash of love on Joaquín's face at the petname. "And you don't need to apologize for them, they're great," you told him, rolling over on your side to face him. You admired his side profile as you laid there, enjoying the way he looked in the afternoon light streaming through the windows.

"You're staring," Joaquín said, turning towards you with a smirk.

"Get used to it, baby. I'm going to be staring at you a lot these next few days," you told him, scooting closer to interlock your fingers with his.

"You know that we might have to kiss, right?"

"Mm," you hummed for a second. "That's ok," you told him and he raised his eyebrows at you. "Hey, you're attractive! Can't blame me for being ok with kissing you," you laughed, Joaquín laughed with you.

"Well, come here then," Joaquín said as he let go of your hand to pull you closer by your waist. You gasped gently as he pulled you across the bed until you were pressed to his front. Your eyes darted from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes.

There was no hesitation in the way you both leaned in and kissed. It was just a brush of lips but then Joaquín deepened it and you let him. You realized that you were making out with your crush while pressed firmly against him in his childhood bed, but it wasn't a big enough thought for you to stop. But you had to so you could breathe again, your breaths were more gasps. A knock on the door had both of you freezing but not pulling away.

"Joaquín, when you and your girlfriend are done with whatever is going on in there, both of you need to meet us downstairs for dinner. It'll be ready in about five minutes," you heard his sister, Liliana, said through the door. You both looked at each other with wide eyes before laughing as you heard her footsteps walk away.

"Are you ready to lie to your entire family?" You questioned as you both sat up.

"Not really, I hate lying to them," he told you and you smiled at him.

"Joaquín Torres, will you be my boyfriend?" You questioned and you saw a flash of emotions cross his face.

"What?"

"You hate lying, so would you be my boyfriend? That way we aren't lying, we can keep the same story, but this way we aren't lying about that," you explained.

"I would love to be your boyfriend, now and after this," Joaquín said and you kissed him.

"Good, and I hope you know I only agreed to do this because I think I'm in love with you Joaquín," you told him.

"I know I'm in love with you," Joaquín replied and you smiled so wide.

"Let's go face your family, love," you kissed him again as you two left the room hand-in-hand. The media post about you two can wait, you get to go spend time with your boyfriend and his family.

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pineconepie · 2 days ago

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CHARACTERS: Cassian, Winslow, You/Reader

WARNINGS/TAGS: Nagas/snakes, hypnosis, parental yanderes, kidnapping, infantilization, failed escape attempt, gender neutral reader

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Two writings posted in one day? Perhaps I felt generous. I've changed up my original plans for them a tiny bit, but not by much. I hope you like it!

The air in the forest is cool, but there's an unnatural stillness that unsettles you as you walk through it. It makes sense that you haven't seen another hiker, the place just feels... off.

It doesn't matter, though. You got several good photos of some plants, and a beautiful waterfall and lake with pristine blue water; probably the bluest natural water you've ever seen.

You have what you came for, but you want to get some more photos.

It started off as just a hobby, but when a local nature organization noticed your photos posted on social media, they were really interested in hiring you to take pictures for them. It was more comparable to a gig or freelance work, since all your pay is done by commission, but it's fun and makes you enough extra money that you don't mind keeping at it.

After snapping some photos of some mushrooms growing from a rotting log, you hear the sound of talking.

Maybe there are hikers, after all.

You see two people in the distance.

"Is the fresh air helping at all, my love?" a slightly deep voice asks. He has short black hair, and strangely bright yellow eyes. He has a scar across his left eye, rendering it milky white, likely blind.

Eyes that you know you've never seen on anyone else before.

Next to him, is a much more sullen-looking taller man. Taller by quite a bit, though they look the same age. He has longer white-blond hair tied into a loose ponytail, blue eyes, and... black scleras?

Surely you must be seeing things wrong. You use your camera to zoom in on them.

"I told you, fresh air does nothing," a more soft voice hisses, though there's no true anger in it. It sounds more... sad. Exhausted.

Zooming in on them doesn't help. You truly realize how tall they are—even the shorter one could still tower over you.

And then you realize the other part about them both that is unnatural.

They have tails. Tails like a snake, to be exact. The shorter man has a brown-gold tail, and the other has a light-brown tail, with darker brown-black markings.

That doesn't make sense. No way you aren't hallucinating. There isn't any poisonous fungi around here, right?

It's impossible, yet you keep looking through the lens at those two men.

You accidentally snap a photo of the pair, both of them whipping their heads in your direction immediately.

In a moment of sheer panic, you start sprinting away. Your heart races in your chest so hard it might just break out as you force yourself to run faster than you ever have in your life.

You look back after some time, and you're too distracted to notice the raised tree root, tripping over it and hitting the ground with a thud.

To make matters worse, you tumble down a hill and roll onto the cold rocky shore of the lake. Your head is throbbing, and you try to sit up only to get dizzy. You press the palm of your hand to your forehead, pulling it back and seeing red. With a wince, you notice the small scrape on your arm that's also bleeding, plus your knee hurts from when you landed on the rocks.

The voices come back from a distance, but still close enough for you to hear them.

"What do you think it was?" the softer voice asks. The one from the taller man you assume was melancholic—based on his slumped posture—though now you can clearly detect curiosity. "A deer?"

"I can smell its blood," the other voice murmurs. "Doesn't smell like deer. Whatever it is, I'm hungry," he states excitedly.

Oh god. You feel even dizzier than before, and not from your fall, either. You manage to stand, ignoring how unbalanced you are as you run towards a large boulder sitting near the shore of the lake. You hide behind it, praying they don't find you.

Your luck quickly runs out.

A hand grabs your ankle and drags you out of your hiding place, so quickly you don't even have time to react.

They both gasp. You look up at them both in fear, trembling underneath their gazes. You glance towards your camera; it didn't take a beating from the fall, somehow.

Not like it now matters. This is where you meet your death, you're sure of it. So you shut your eyes, and await the inevitable.

"A human," the taller one whispers. "Oh, Winslow, look at them...!" He coos, scooping you up into his arms with a scary amount of ease. His gaze softens. "A baby. Aren't they precious? They look so perfect... Look how little they are..." He sounds adoring, talking to you as if you're an animal who can't understand him.

But wait. Does he know you can?

"You're right, Cassian," the other one chuckles, running one of his claws gently across your face.

"My hatchling," Cassian shakily says. His grip on you somehow tightens. "I won't let anything happen to you... not like..." His voice cracks, like he might cry.

"Cassian," Winslow chides gently. "This time we won't lose them. I promise you." He looks down at you, smiling, but... it looks strange.

"Right. It'll be different this time," Cassian agrees, blinking tears away. They both seem to have this inside conversation, and your presence seems to have slipped their mind. Until the attention shifts back to you, anyway. "Our baby must be so scared," Cassian coos sadly, petting your head. "That was such a tumble you took..."

You continue to pretend to not understand them. Maybe if they realize you aren't comprehending their words, they'll leave you be.

"They probably have no idea what's happening! Poor thing..." Winslow sighs.

Cassian hums. You crack open one eye to see him staring at you fondly. When you first met gazes, he looked depressed; exhausted. Now he looks content and at peace, even.

You start to wriggle, trying to escape his hold. You manage to get yourself out, but your injuries don't allow you to run anywhere.

Winslow acts faster, grabbing you again into his arms this time, which are more thick and muscular. "No no no, sweetheart, don't hurt yourself!" Winslow exclaims. "It's okay, don't cry! Papa's here!" He bounces you in his arms, like soothing a crying baby.

And unfortunately, you realize he's not lying, because you can feel the tears streaming down your cheeks, burning the cut by your mouth as you sob.

They're much larger than you. There's no escape. Not right now, anyway. So you lay limp in Winslow's arms, sniffling, knowing it will help nothing.

"We're taking them," Cassian mumbles, but his tone leaves no room for argument.

Winslow pecks the side of your head. "Of course we are."

The exhaustion from the past hours suddenly catches up with you.

...

When you wake up, you hear the sound of humming, accompanied by a fire. You're wrapped in something that doesn't feel quite like a blanket... or any fabric, for that matter.

You struggle to move at first, feeling dizzy, until your vision finally focuses and you can see where you are.

The cave is somewhat dark, but there's a large hole showing sunlight, a large tree beneath the sunlight, roots reaching through the top.

Vines cover the ceiling and most of the walls, making for a very natural yet cozy-looking place.

You look down and realize the 'blanket' isn't a blanket at all. It's... a tail, leading up to reveal who you remember as Winslow. The memories from earlier flood back into your brain, causing you to shrink under his touch.

He's laying next to you, asleep. One of his arms is underneath your head like a pillow, and his tail has curled itself around you.

There's a fire crackling. You lift your head to see Cassian tending to it, cooking something in the flames. The heat from it warms the cave nicely. Your head starts to pound as soon as you've raised it too far off the makeshift pillow that is Winslow's arm.

Suddenly Cassian whips around at the sound of your slight whimper, moving faster than you would have ever guessed possible.

"Good morning, my little one," he whispers, brushing some hair off of your face, examining your forehead. "Poor dear," he sighs sympathetically. "Papa and Baba will take good care of you."

"Baba?" you repeat. You panic for a moment when you see Cassian blink in shock.

"Oh, Cass! They said 'Baba'!" Winslow gasps.

Oh, thank goodness. They both still have no clue you can truly understand them. You try your hardest to play up the innocent act. Winslow hugs you, cuddling you close to him and kissing your cheeks repeatedly, making kissy noises.

You get the impression these two have no experience with humans. If they did, they would likely notice your skin crawling at the interaction.

Then you're scooped up again into Cassian's arms. You squirm, kicking your legs against him, which makes his smile grow wider.

"So lively!" he chuckles. He holds you by tucking you into his arm as he feeds the fire more wood with his free hand.

"Are they acting fussy, love?" Winslow asks, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he gets up. He makes grabby hands towards you.

"I guess you could say that," Cassian replies, handing you over to Winslow. "I think it's simply normal, though. Maybe this is a sign they are hungry. Don't worry, sweetheart, food is almost done."

Food. You're unsure how your stomach feels about that.

After the events that occurred, you feel... hollowed out. Like all your energy is sapped from you. Maybe it actually is. You're a bit achy all over after you went tumbling down the hill.

What a horrible day. But you wonder, what did they mean before? About this time it would be different? What happened?

Maybe you don't want to know. In all honesty, you shouldn't care. You just want to get out of here.

Cassian stands near the fire, seemingly cooking meat of some sort, with vegetables on sticks. It smells heavenly, despite your nerves and lack of appetite.

"Look at what we're having for dinner, hatchling!" Cassian coos. "Doesn't it look so yummy?"

Well... it does.

Winslow hugs you tight, his chin resting on your head. You squirm uncomfortably in his hold again, but it does absolutely nothing except cause Winslow to pull you impossibly closer. It makes sense why you're unable to escape from him, considering he could probably crush a tree trunk with just his arms. He seems stronger than Cassian despite being shorter.

But not short compared to you in the slightest.

Eventually, Cassian pulls away the fire-roasted vegetables from the fire and sets them aside on some makeshift plates made out of bark from birch trees.

Then he turns to the meat skewered on a large stick.

"Food is served!" Cassian announces.

Cassian scoops you up from Winslow's arms again. He gently sets you on a cushion made of moss, and sits down beside you. "Dinner," he says. He smiles when you don't reply, assuming it's because you don't understand him.

Or at least that's what you hope he assumes.

He basically hand-feeds you, delicately placing bites of vegetable in your mouth. It's surprisingly tasty and well-seasoned. Maybe it's your hunger making everything taste better.

Winslow eats his much less elegantly than his partner, finishing it all relatively quickly. Only after does he look at you, his smile soft, but almost sad. "I'm so glad we can be a family again."

Family?

"Me too," Cassian smiles, but it seems melancholic, his eyebrows turning downwards as if reminiscing about something.

"What's wrong?" Winslow frowns, tilting his head. He knows exactly what's wrong.

"I should've protected them all better," Cassian sniffles. His blue eyes begin to gloss over. "It never should have happened."

"It wasn't your fault," Winslow soothes. "Don't ever believe that for even a second, darling."

"If I was stronger—"

"No, don't blame yourself." Winslow scoots over to hold his mate. "Please don't. You know we couldn't do anything."

Cassian nods solemnly. "Thank you..." He sighs sadly. "It doesn't make me miss our other babies any less. But this time, it'll be different." He then looks over at you. "Won't it, little one?" You feel a spike of embarrassment when he wipes your cheek with the pad of his thumb, catching a crumb left over. "Messy, messy," he tuts, but his tone is somewhat playful.

Winslow kisses your forehead. "They certainly eat like a hatchling."

You'd be more insulted if you weren't so focused on their previous conversation.

It's obvious they've had past children, though you can assume they were likely still eggs when they lost them. But who—or what—hurt them?

Whoever it was, you're sure either of them showed no mercy.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Cassian gently grasps your arm, lifting it up and squinting. You realize most of the injured parts of your body are wrapped neatly with makeshift bandages.

"These will need to be rewrapped later," Cassian murmurs. "Luckily they'll heal fast, considering how young you are... Humans scar much easier than our kind does, it seems."

Cassian shifts behind you. A tail comes slithering forward and wraps around you loosely, yet securely.

His tail is much softer and smoother than Winslow's, less scaly. You guess he's some kind of constrictor snake. You squeak when his soft tail squeezes you slightly, like an affectionate embrace.

As you sit there, stuck in the coils of a creature that can easily kill you, all you feel is dazed, exhausted, and confused.

Winslow places the leftovers into a pot, then moves it near the entrance to the cave. Next, he takes the dirty bark plates, exiting the cave presumably to clean them outside.

"Come here, baby," Cassian whispers, pulling you backwards until your back is pressed against his chest. "Baba's got you." It's a possessive hold. You try to squirm away, but it only causes him to hold you tighter. He's careful with where he touches, being mindful of your injuries. You bite your tongue to distract yourself from the stinging pain in your head.

He continues to speak lovingly to you as his grip gradually tightens around your form, like a snake would coil around its prey. It hurts, but not nearly as bad as some of the wounds you have.

Eventually he loosens his grip, letting you catch your breath as he cradles you instead. It makes your stomach twist with guilt when you realize he's crying.

"You won't leave us," he mumbles softly. He's so delicate and gentle; like he's afraid you'll break.

It's hard to imagine that someone who can handle you with such tenderness could snap you like a twig if he wanted to.

"We love you so much already," he sobs. His arms come up around you again, clutching you protectively, desperately. As if you could leave at any given moment.

Even if you wanted to (which you very much do), his tail's grip on you is strong enough to keep you in place.

...

You don't know how long its been since you were taken away. The sun is rising through the top of the cave opening when you wake up in the morning, but that doesn't tell you how many days you've been here.

A few, you've deduced. At least three, but possibly more.

Cassian tends to the wound on your head multiple times a day. It has a constant bandage over it now. Your sprained knee and scraped-up arm aren't wrapped anymore, since they've healed nicely according to him.

You hate to admit you're now a bit curious about these two nagas.

More specifically, what happened to their past children? Were they like humans? Naga hybrids, or full nagas?

Why did they take you?

These questions—and many more—swirl through your head while you eat another plate is prepared by Cassian. It's starting to drive you crazy, how curious you are. You want to ask them. You need to know, like an itch begging to be scratched. The only reason you haven't, is because you hope to still give them the impression you're just the dumb human (child?) they believe you to be.

Once breakfast is over, you've finished eating all Winslow has fed you, so he lays on a mattress made of moss and vines that hangs between two trees in the cave. It's basically a hammock.

Winslow seems more emotional, openly clingy, but more scary, despite being the smaller naga.

Meanwhile Cassian has the aura of a stern but caring mother. He's patient and nurturing, and clearly devoted. Terrifyingly devoted.

What makes your chances of escape worse, much to your dread, is the fact you've gathered Cassian is mostly nocturnal, while Winslow is mostly awake during the day.

Most of the time, Winslow likes sleeping on the ground, while Cassian prefers the tree or hammock.

It's hard to have them both sleep at the same time unless its a short nap. Not to mention, Cassian seems to rouse easily.

So you continue playing along with the child role. Hopefully they'll grow careless as you gain their trust and let you go do your own things.

You'll escape one way or another. You don't intend to stay and play house with them forever.

Something to your advantage you have noticed, is Cassian is much slower than his mate, probably about a similar speed to your own if you were to break out into a sprint.

Winslow, however, is quick and fast. From what you've seen, at least.

Hopefully you won't have to test those odds.

For that reason, you've decided the smartest course of action would be to attempt escaping during the night rather than day, since that's when Winslow will be sleeping. Yet that still comes with the next challenge; Cassian keeps his eye on you just as often as Winslow does, sometimes even more. He spends a lot of the time curled around you, watching you closely as you play with twigs or leaves he hands you.

He thinks it's adorable, seeing you play around with them like a baby with building blocks, or something to that effect.

At first you didn't even bother wasting energy trying to entertain yourself, but with Cassian's expectant gaze boring holes into you, you figured doing something wouldn't hurt.

Playing around with various objects helps the time pass, too. It's not much, but better than nothing.

Soon enough, nightfall falls upon the forest once more.

One thing you have learned during the small handful of nights spent in captivity is that Winslow has a habit of sleep-cuddling, clinging, and often mumbling in his sleep. Sometimes you can understand his sleepy speech, other times it sounds like a bunch of slurred mumbles.

Your sleep schedule has become pretty unpredictable, having two "parents" who only spend a few hours awake at the same time normally.

Regardless, you think this might help your potential plan. If Winslow is holding you tightly, all you have to do is somehow wriggle out of his arms and tiptoe around Cassian in order to get to the opening of the cave.

And then hope you make it out without being caught, considering you'll be traversing the forest in almost complete darkness.

You toss and turn in Winslow's grip, which makes his grasp on you tighten even further. It's less suffocating than Cassian's, but still not pleasant. You let out a frustrated sigh. If you can get him to loosen his hold, you can crawl out.

With enough shifting and shimmying around in his grasp, it works.

His arms slip away from you, leaving you free. Somehow. It must be fate granting you this luck. A chance opportunity you'd be crazy not to take advantage of.

Your feet hit the cold stone floor quietly. It doesn't stir Winslow from his slumber at all. Just as you expected, though. He's a heavy sleeper.

The challenge is going to be sneaking past his husband, who you know is wide awake and probably outside now. At night he usually is hunting or collecting resources.

Or keeping watch.

If your luck is consistent, maybe he'll be off doing something else and your chances of successfully escaping will grow significantly.

All you know is you have to at least try.

You make your way to the entrance, pausing every time the leaves rustle or twigs crack under your feet.

Walking slowly is painful. All you want to do is run. Run out and never return.

The air becomes more crisp and cool as you approach the front of the cave. With a last glance behind you to ensure Winslow hasn't stirred, you inch yourself forward through the last stretch of tunnel leading into the wilderness. Moonlight shines through the leaves above you. Crickets chirp softly. Your eyes begin to adjust to the dim light of the forest.

There's a path. You're positive this trail leads back to the road that passes through the woods.

The faster you walk, the louder your movements become, snapping branches and crunching leaves under you. And still, you continue to push forward until you're practically sprinting through the foliage.

Your lungs burn, your limbs ache, and your muscles feel weak, but adrenaline pumps through your veins as you fight against the pain to reach your goal.

Finally, you spot a small sign marking where the path splits off into two directions; one leading to town, the other going deeper into the forest towards who knows where.

And then...

"I smell them," Cassian's voice rasps. He doesn't sound far away at all. "Sweetheart?! Where are you?!" he calls. "Oh, they must be so scared..."

Then, Winslow's voice. "We'll find them, darling. I won't let them get far."

You panic, diving into the nearest bush to hide. Its thorns dig into your skin painfully. You have to bite your hand in order to not cry out in pain. Tears stream down your face, but you dare not make a single noise. Your breathing slows to almost nothing as you struggle to contain sobs.

"How could this happen?" Cassian whispers. Just from the sound of his voice, you can tell he's been crying, too. "I can't lose another one, Winslow..."

"We won't, love. We won't. It'll be okay."

You can hear Cassian's choked sobbing now. They both must be nearby. Very nearby. Too close for comfort, that's for sure.

But if they're comforting each other, that means you can possibly sneak around them while they're distracted.

It's worth a shot. Maybe the only one you'll have.

As silently as possible, you crawl on your hands and knees away from the voices, making sure to avoid stepping anywhere near them in case they hear movement. They don't seem to notice, so you move faster, hoping to put distance between you.

Unfortunately, with how dark it is out here, you stumble upon a rock and fall face-first onto the ground with a loud thud.

Cassian's tearful sobbing stops suddenly.

Your heart pounds wildly.

"Oh, honey! B-Baba is coming, stay where you are," Cassian cries, followed by a deep inhale, no doubt to scent you out, now that he knows the general direction you're in.

The way he says it makes you wonder if he even thinks you purposefully tried escaping. Does he truly believe you think of them as your family?

Of course, you don't listen. You take off as fast as you can, climbing over fallen logs and weaving through the dense underbrush. Anything to get farther and farther away from where you are now. However, the more you move, the louder you become. More twigs and dry leaves crunching beneath you, no doubt leading them to you even more.

But what else are you supposed to do? It's not like you have many options at this point.

You need to escape.

Even though Cassian isn't quick, Winslow is.

And boy does he live up to that observation.

In a flash of golden scales, you're thrown to the ground. The dirt cakes onto you, and before you can fully react, Winslow scoops you up into his arms, holding you as tight as possible without crushing you. You thrash and kick as much as you can, trying desperately to break free from his iron-like grip.

"Don't worry! Papa's here! Ssh ssh ssh!" Winslow hushes, kissing your forehead frantically, like a worried parent. He's looking over your body, checking for new injuries or cuts you could've obtained.

Cassian catches up, much more out of breath. You can tell from the tremble in his tone how angry he is, how concerned, how hurt and betrayed he feels. He kneels down to meet you and Winslow's crouched position, hugging you both so tight you wheeze.

"Let me go!" you yell. At this point, you don't care about being silent to them anymore. "I'm not your kid!"

That startles them both. They stare at you with wide eyes, jaws slackened.

"You can... speak?" Winslow gawks. His pupils shrink into tiny slits.

"Did you think all humans couldn't speak, or did you just assume I couldn't?" You shake your head. "It doesn't matter. Let me go!" You try escaping with even more fervor, trying to claw your way out, anything.

"Honey," Cassian whispers, trembling. It's as if you've broken him, and part of you hates it. "This entire time you understood us...?"

"Yes! And I have my own family! Please, let me see my family!" you wail. This isn't fair. You didn't do anything wrong. "They probably think I died..." The thought alone makes you choke up with tears.

Winslow frowns, turning his face to bury himself into your hair. "You are home," he croaks. His hug on you gets stronger.

"No I'm not!" you protest. You bite down on Winslow's arm, hard enough to draw blood. He recoils, which gives you a brief window of opportunity, allowing you to slip through their hands momentarily.

Cassian wastes no time in recapturing you. "Stop, please stop! You'll get yourself hurt!" he pleads. It's not long before you're completely trapped by his tail wrapping around you snugly once more.

"No! You stole me from my life! I can't stay here!" you cry, struggling harder against his coils. "Please!"

Cassian frowns, exchanging glances with Winslow, who looks more equally frustrated and hurt. His hand holds the bleeding bitemark. You refuse to feel guilty for it. Winslow looks ready to scold you, but Cassian puts his free hand on his forearm.

"They don't know any better, sweetheart," Cassian tells him, expression strained. "They're just frightened and overwhelmed."

Winslow's anger wanes a little bit.

"But, we saved them! Why don't they understand that?" Winslow asks desperately, as if you still can't communicate. He runs his fingers through his hair nervously, looking down at you like he needs validation from you that he's done a good job taking care of you.

You don't want to give that to him.

"I don't belong here," you protest, squirming around angrily in your cocoon of Cassian's tail.

"You do belong here," Cassian argues. His expression turns upset to worried when he notices how hard you're breathing. "Breathe, dear. You're going to hyperventilate."

When your breathing only gets worse, he cups your cheeks and guides your head to tilt upwards, looking him directly in the eyes.

His eyes are glowing, colors swirling inside of them.

"Breath slow," he commands. "Follow Baba."

As Cassian counts up and down, demonstrating to you with exaggerated breaths, Winslow rubs your back soothingly with the hand that isn't injured, making shushing noises in hopes of calming you down.

And unfortunately, it works. You feel tired, so much so that even thinking is hard.

"Calm now, sweetie? No more fussing?" he coos hopefully. The strange swirls in his irises are gone now.

"...Mhm..." you murmur reluctantly, barely audible. Your eyelids flutter open and closed, feeling weighed down as if lead is tied to them. Drowsiness settles deep within your bones. There's no use in fighting against it. Not right now, anyway. Sleep wins over escape, apparently. You rest your head against his shoulder defeatedly.

"There we are..." Cassian whispers. "No more running."

Winslow looks around. "We should start heading home. I can carry them back, you look tired." Winslow holds out his arms expectantly.

Cassian hesitates briefly before handing you off to Winslow's embrace, where he proceeds to snuggle you closer into his chest.

"Are you sure? I did wake you up early..."

"I'll be okay, love," Winslow smiles tiredly. "Besides, I'd feel better having them in my arms right now. I'm still processing that they could understand us this whole time..." he sighs.

Cassian frowns sadly, brushing the hair off of your forehead. "Me too... but that's a conversation for tomorrow. Let's go home"

#parental yandere #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #hypnosis #familial yandere #gn reader #gender neutral reader #cassian oc #winslow oc #yandere oc #yandere naga #multiple yanderes

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sereia4skz · 13 hours ago

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Hi Yaya!! I hope you're not too busy with many requests and I hope you're okay! I wanted to ask for something with poly!skz where they all go to a festival of some sort and perhaps they end up walking too much and reader (who has some back problems), ends up being barely able to walk, and the guys are, worried but also help them out? I don't know how much sense this makes, if this is too detailed im sorry! Feel free to delete this, no worries!

drabble | we got you

pairing: poly!straykids x reader

genre: comfort

warnings: back problems magggi

word count: ~600

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

The festival had seemed like the perfect idea. Colorful lights, late spring air, music and laughter echoing between vendor booths. You were surrounded by the boys, arms bumping, hands held, too many snacks being passed around, Jeongin nearly choking on cotton candy after Hyunjin made him laugh too hard.

It was perfect. At first.

But you’d been walking for nearly four hours now. The cobblestone paths and uneven terrain of the fairground were doing no favors for your back. You’d tried to keep pace, tried to ignore the slowly tightening ache that always crept up your spine when you pushed too far.

Now, each step feels heavier. Your lower back burns. You're trying to stay in the conversation, to laugh at Changbin’s joke about Minho’s tragic attempts at the ring toss, but your smile falters as your body protests louder.

It’s Felix who notices first. You didn’t even realize you’d slowed until his hand gently brushes your arm. His brow furrows when he catches the way you’re favoring one leg, your weight shifting oddly.

“Hey, love,” he says softly, leaning closer so the others don’t hear just yet. “You hurting?”

You hesitate. But he sees right through it, because he knows. Because he’s been there too, wincing after too long in a chair, groaning about muscle tension that won’t quit. His voice lowers even more.

“Your back?”

You nod. It’s barely noticeable, but his expression softens immediately.

“Okay. I got you.” He turns around and gestures discreetly for the others. One by one, they slow down and fall into step near you and Felix.

“What’s going on?” Chan asks, and you can tell he already knows something’s wrong.

Felix answers for you. “Her back’s flaring up. It’s getting bad.”

You’re quick to shake your head. “I didn’t wanna ruin anything. We’re having fun, I just-”

“Sweetheart,” Minho says, and the word alone makes you pause, “you don’t have to push through pain to be with us. That’s not how this works.”

“I’m fine, really-”

“No, you're hurting,” Chan says, his voice gentle but firm. “That matters. You matter. Come here.”

Before you can argue again, Seungmin’s already pulling off his flannel to lay over Changbin’s arms, who’s crouched down in front of you.

“Hop on,” Changbin grins. “Piggyback time. We’ll switch off when I get tired.”

“Guys, no, it’s too much,”

“It’s really not,” Hyunjin chimes in, brushing hair from your face. “You’d do it for any of us.”

“Felix literally made us carry him halfway through Lotte World last year,” Jeongin says with a smirk. “We owe you.”

Felix gasps, clearly offended. “That was different, I had a flare-up and you dropped me!”

“You kissed my neck!” Jeongin defends himself, while Han just cackles behind him.

Laughter bubbles up from your chest despite the ache. You blink rapidly, eyes stinging for a reason that has nothing to do with pain.

“You guys are ridiculous,” you murmur.

“We’re yours,” Chan replies, and that silences the chaos for a heartbeat.

“You can let us take care of you,” Felix adds. “You’re not weak for needing help. You’re strong for letting us love all of you.”

And just like that, you melt.

Changbin carries you first. His arms are solid, his teasing gentle as he makes exaggerated sound effects with every step to get you to laugh. Hyunjin takes over next, spinning in slow circles when the line for food stalls gets too long. When it’s Chan's turn, he presses his cheek against your shoulder and whispers how proud he is of you for speaking up, even if you didn’t say a word.

Eventually, you end up nestled on a bench between Seungmin and Chan while the others grab snacks and warm drinks. Felix stays next to you, knees touching, his hand squeezing yours every so often.

Your back still aches. But it’s different now. Softer. More manageable.

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drsheperd-bartley18 · 2 days ago

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could u do something where azzi is on her period and paige is taking care of her like maybe she bleeds through during the night

Sorry this took so long I just started working more hours so I'm pretty tired rn. Hope you like it tho! I think it's pretty cute.

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It was the middle of the night or maybe early morning when Paige woke up to the feeling of Azzi shifting in bed, shoving her butt into her crotch curling into herself. Reaching over Paige rubbed her hand over her girlfriend's ass down to her thigh when she felt something damp.

Now, Paige had tracked her girlfriend’s cycle for years. She liked to be prepared for it and loved seeing Azzi's face when she surprised her with flowers or snacks or got up early so they could cuddle before practice. She loved treating her girl like a princess, especially now that they’re long-distance again. So she knew that her period was early, which meant Azzi wasn’t ready for it.

So Paige sat up, trying her best not to disturb her until she absolutely had to. Peeling the blanket of her sleeping girlfriend slowly she got confirmation in a large spot of red on Azzi’s borrowed boxers and the sheets below her.

“Oh…Mama” Paige whispered, placing her hand on her stomach.

Shifting again Azzi groaned “Hmm…Why are you up, baby”

Pressing a kiss to Azzi’s cheek Paige said “You leaked, Ma”

“Shit” Horrified Azzi tries to sit up.

Softly pushing her back down Paige got out of the bed. “Absolutely not, you were literally just cramping in your sleep. So you’re gonna lay your pretty ass back down and let me deal with it”

After leaning down and kissing the curly-haired girl's forehead and grabs a pair of her boxers and one of her hoodies to hopefully provide her girl some comfort.

“C’mere Mama,” Paige says, walking over to her and lifting her in a bridal carry. “Ahh… It’s wet P. I can walk” Paige ignores her and walks into the bathroom then places her on her feet. Crouching down Paige pulls boxers down then instructs her to sit on the toilet while she grabs a rag and wets it with warm water. She then crouches back down and softly wipes the blood from her girlfriend’s thighs.

Once she had successfully helped Azzi change her clothes, she picked her back up and led her to her living room. There, she turned on Frozen and wrapped her in a blanket. She then walked back into her bedroom and changed the sheets as fast as she could.

Walking back into the living room Paige sees Azzi gripping a throw pillow like a lifeline.

“Hurts,” Azzi says, raising her arms as soon as she sees her. “I know, Babygirl, I know c’mere,” she says, picking her up again, walking her into the bedroom.

Lying her on the bed then getting in behind her the blonde asks “Do you need the heating pad, Baby” Shaking her head Azzi groans “Nooo, too hot” She then reaches behind herself and grabs Paige’s arm and places her hand under her shirt, “I just need you”

Rubbing her hand on her stomach Paige pulls her closer, “You got me, Mama”

“Thank you, Baby”

#paige x azzi #pazzi fics

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itzserein · 16 hours ago

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"Platonic? What part of this is Platonic?"

Daniela Avanzini x Fem!reader Angst, toxic best friend!Daniela, suggestive, mentions of e-cigs & alcohol

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A/n: Hi this is my first upload here holy- I'm so sorry this took so long and I hope that you all like this🤸‍♀️ and yes hi I'm the anon on Jay's asks that said this was way too similar to that anons request and I PROMISE I DID NOT COPY THIS I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS MAYBE A YEAR NOW😭 SO NO ONE CANCEL ME PLS </3 anyways please enjoy

The world around you felt like it was constantly spinning at such a fast rate at that and it only seemed to be increasing by the second and you felt dizzy, super dizzy that it wasn't even an understatement. It didn't come a point where you wanted to throw up everything you had digested just yet but it really felt like you were just underwater.

Everything was so distorted, and it definitely felt like there was some sort of immense pressure coming from your head at the sensation. Your senses felt dull, at the same time everything felt too much and yet here you were, still attempting to do the impossible as you tried to make out whatever was around you.

Or was that just a problem with your actual vision? You honestly had no clue but even if that was the case you were still completely aware of your surroundings and what was happening.

Kinda...

Okay that was a lie, you weren't totally conscious of everything but you still had somewhat of a grip of what was going on.

Right now, you were in the middle of a booth that you were unfortunately cooped up in next to your best friend, also known as, Daniela Avanzini. From what you could register right now, you could see the Cuban girl talking to some of her friends that were next to her, people who you were also kind of acquainted with, you could say, due to the amount of times you had met up with them whenever you were together with Dani.

You didn't technically know a lot of information about the group, just that they were friends that Dani had met through school and a couple of other mutual friends they had. You never really got together with them unless the girl invited them out. They had their own lives and studies to worry about anyways. Besides, it wasn't like it was your intention to even obtain that kind of closeness with them in the first place.

The group was just talking (a bit too chaotically) to one another, the topic they were going on about? You honestly couldn't care less. You just watched as they conversed amongst themselves, and you weren't surprised when you saw that they had somehow waged war against on one another as they constantly fought over Daniela's vape. Apparently, the group of friends didn't have one of their own which was well, reasonable given how expensive they were.

If you were being honest, you found the interaction kind of amusing with how often they kept launching themselves at each other just to get a hit while Daniela herself constantly complained about it being passed around so much that her juice was about to run out because of these so-called hyena's, in her words.

Back on your side of the booth, there were your actual close friends. You had met them through an event from school that your academic organization had set up. At the time, you weren't technically too open to the idea of being grouped together with a bunch of freshmen for a stupid game to be honest but for some odd reason you clicked with them despite your initial disapproval.

They were a group of friends you actually hung out with a lot and talked to almost every opportunity that you could get and since they were just freshmen, the reality dawned upon you pretty soon that you were their senior (unfortunately). So, this would always result in them asking advice for specific classes or just straight up complain to you about how hard the subjects were whenever they saw you, but they were surviving, somehow.

They were also currently having their own topic, another new conversation you weren't entirely listening into with how nauseous you felt. Despite that, you could somewhat still make out the shot glasses that you guys had prepared already in their grasps. That only indicated one thing, another round of shots was already going to start being passed around the tiny and cramped booth you all were in.

This very group of friends that you had beside you were the entire reason why you had come here and ended up all nauseous and out of it in the first place. You guys did this often though, so everyone was already used to having this kind of outcome whenever you guys hung out. Compared to the first time you came here though, it felt like a whole different story.

The entire thing was just chaotic and very unplanned to say the least. Your classes scheduled for that tiring day had already ended and you were just waiting on their last class to finish up, all because you simply refused to go home early that day. By the time you guys arrived at your destination and drank a couple bottles, you were instantly drunk and to your demise, they had taken videos of you to remember the embarrassment that had gone down, which you still complained about whenever they brought it up.

From that point onward, it had become a regular occurrence for you guys to go out and drink occasionally you guys would even play a few games of pool in between. Though that was just an activity to keep you guys from getting absolutely wrecked and it was only for some of you that wanted to play whenever drinking.

Just a few minutes ago, you were peacefully playing a game with a few of your friends even taking a drag in between whenever it wasn't your turn. The usual stuff really but you guessed today was definitely something, very different than what you were used to. Everyone was, for some odd reason, feeling confident and you obviously weren't prepared for any of the chaos that was happening right now.

This is already the fifth freaking bottle you all had today and gosh it was at times like this that you really hated having a low alcohol tolerance cause what the actual hell, you don't think you can last any longer with how quickly they were passing the shots around.

Heck, this was technically already your sixth one of the day. You had been here since earlier this morning and you had already shared an entire bottle just with this girl that was beside you (said girl being none other than Daniela). You didn't have classes to worry about thankfully but that still didn't change the fact that you didn't even know how on earth you were still conscious and aware of what was happening when you were usually the first person to back out when the alcohol started to take its effects on you, knowing how weak your tolerance actually was.

Right now, you were resting your head on the Cuban girl's shoulder, not daring to get up with how dizzy you were. Besides, you felt comfortable in this position and gosh, you could distinctly smell her scent despite everything that just seemed purposely try and clash with your senses.

For some reason, Dani's scent has always been something that comforted you and you still didn't really know the entire reason why, it just somehow did and she didn't seem to mind how clingy you became to her because of this. You had let her know just how much you loved it from the start anyway, so she probably just let you since it seemed perfectly normal to do so between best friends, despite it probably being weird to an outsider's point of view.

"Hey, you doing okay there?" she asked, noticing how quiet you had been in spite of all the noise around you both. You didn't bother to speak though, only humming in response to her question. You didn't want to move that much or even talk right now with how much your head was spinning.

Though despite not wanting to, you couldn't help but shift just a little closer to her, inhaling a bit more of her intoxicating scent which had somehow helped calm down your spinning head a tad bit. Not as much as you hoped it would but it did still help "Do you still remember our talk last Tuesday?" she asked all of a sudden which made you confused because why the hell was she asking that now of all times?

Despite your shock though, there is absolutely no goddamn way you could ever forget about the talk you guys had literally two days ago, you don't think you could ever forget that even if you tried.

The two of you had situated at her house, inside her room to be exact, alone. A usual occurrence since her parents were always at work until late into the night and you always dropped by her place. You usually dropped by when your classes ended earlier than the set time and you didn't really feel like going home just yet but were too tired to hang out with other friends. It's not like her place was that far from yours anyway. It was just a 5-10 minute bus ride away anyway depending on traffic.

You were initially practicing a song to play on her guitar, something you've always been doing whenever you visited ever since you two did that cover of "we fell in love in october." Ever since that day you two impulsively decided to do that cover, you had been learning new songs to play cause well why the fuck not?

Daniela on the other hand, was on her phone at the moment, annoyed with you which left you having to constantly apologize to her. Apparently, she was trying to draw you playing the guitar a while ago and didn't want to tell you because she wanted it to be a surprise.

You, obviously not aware of this, now had to try and make it up to her since she was now sulking, you did not know how you could do that though so you just held her guitar up and told her to start drawing again if she wanted too. She just pouted and put the notebook she used to draw back into her bedside drawer.

The two of you dipped back into silence after a few moments and despite the fact you still felt a bit bad, you decided to just drop it in the end and continue practicing the song. Nothing else could be heard in the room except the strumming of the guitar and the occasional errors you made every now and then, well, until she decided to talk to you again that is "You know? I just realized something, you are the gayest person I have ever met and yet you still haven't kissed someone." You could only roll your eyes at this remark because seriously? She had decided to tease you now? Way to hurt your pride.

You gave the girl a dead serious look on your face just to show her that you were not at all amused with this and you could literally see the smirk on Daniela's face when she saw the expression you had, it made you really wanted to wipe that smug look off right about now.

"Why are you volunteering?" you asked with the same amount of playful teasing in your tone. If Daniela was going to tease you, who says that you were gonna let her off so easily? You weren't going to be 'tormented' like this without putting up some sort of fight against it, especially if it's Dani who starts it.

When the Cuban girl hadn't replied for a few moments, you started feeling confident, thinking that your words had finally made her back down. You weren't expecting Dani to have some kind of comeback to that but you are literally taken aback when she speaks up and just casually says "Why not?"

And with that you were literally choking on nothing but freaking air, now thrown into a sudden coughing fit from how surprised you were from the response. She looked even more smug when your playful demeanor (and confidence to answer her like that) had suddenly disappeared.

What did she say just now?

You couldn't process that for short period time, you were literally just staring at the girl with wide eyes, trying to find the right words to refute whatever she had just said. You couldn't deny that the confidence Daniela had was unbelievably high, you had already known beforehand that her confidence was already over the roof but damn you didn't expect it to be this goddamn high. At this point did a barrier even exist?

"How about let's do it when you don't have a boyfriend then" you told her, playfully. Your tone was not at all serious because you knew, Daniela would never go through with it, or she would be risking everything set between you two.

With that you went back to playing the guitar peacefully not thinking of anything else but the placement of your hands to play the right chords, while Daniela just went on her laptop to find something else to do.

Low and behold, the day after that very conversation, Daniela's boyfriend had broken off their relationship for some stupid ass reason the boy most probably came up with on the spot. Right after that happened, she had called you and you honestly weren't surprised when you had gotten a sudden call from her.

The Cuban girl always calls you out of nowhere and you were used to it, to the point you were seemingly unbothered by it every time it happened. She'd usually just call to tell you a random joke or simply just to make you jealous because she was in a 'steady and 'happy' relationship and would always make you feel the irony of being a single for literally your entire life, but this time it was different.

You weren't shocked when you received the sudden call from her, but you were definitely surprised to hear that she was crying on the other end.

Almost instantly you grew worried and the two of you talked it out for almost an hour just so you could have somewhat of an idea of what was even happening that caused her to seek out some sort of comfort from you.

You tried to console the girl the best you could despite it just being over the phone. Even when your entire being was just practically screaming at you to hang up and run to wherever she was just to hug her, let her know it was going to be okay, maybe not now but soon. You wanted to let her know that she wasn't alone in this and she never was going to be alone dealing with all of this.

Today was now Thursday and Daniela had unsurprisingly gotten mad fucking drunk as hell all because of that stupid guy. You honestly still couldn't comprehend the reason as to why he had broken it off but you just assumed it was completely unreasonable, you didn't want to find out either way.

She managed to sleep off the alcohol in her system at least and was now currently sober but that did not without her causing a total ruckus and you having to take care of her for a couple of hours. Whatever the case, she was okay now and no longer going crazy at least.

As of the moment, you were honestly just confused as to why she even brought that topic up again in the first place?

You couldn't help but pull away from your comfortable position on her shoulder and sit up straight at this, now staring at her with a confused expression plastered especially when you saw the small smirk on her face once again. As mentioned earlier, you might be a bit lightheaded from the copious amount of alcohol you consumed. That in no way meant that you were no longer aware of the events that were happening right now.

"Well, I don't have a boyfriend now" she says with the same daring, cocky tone she has always used whenever the two of you were teasing one another. It almost made you believe that she was actually going to go through with it, almost and it honestly made you scoff. This girl really was something.

"As if you'll actually do it" you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes as if you were challenging her to just do it even though you knew she wouldn't actually dare to. She may have been teasing you literally two days ago just to rub it in your face that you had no courage to actually kiss someone but you highly doubted that she would push through with it here out of all places for multiple factors.

Number one, being the most obvious, she and her boyfriend literally just broke up. It hadn't even been a full 24 hours and even though you didn't really like the guy, you didn't want to disrespect him like that. Number two, the both of you were in between all your friends and the moment any of them caught you two in the act, your friends would go absolutely ballistic. They'd mostly direct that energy at Dani though because everyone knew you have never had a relationship ever in your life and were very 'innocent' when it came to these kind of things.

Three, Dani was your freaking best friend, the person you have been with through thick and thin and trusted with your life but that did not mean any of you could just casually cross this specific boundary though. Four, this was a public place literally anyone else could simply walk by and see the two of you making out, you may not know these people and vice versa but that would not make the secondhand embarrassment of the act go away.

Lastly, the so-called simple action would definitely change the dynamic of your friendship with the Latina girl on a lot of different levels. Hell, it could change the both of you entirely and you had no idea if any of you could ever face the consequences if you two actually did it. You knew she wouldn't risk that and you knew that the girl would think better than that.

God forbid- you were so completely and utterly wrong to think all that, you had totally forgotten how impulsive Dani was.

Because at the very next moment after saying all that, you felt one of her hands slowly creep up the side of your neck and damn you couldn't believe it. She was so gentle with you even as she pulled you just a bit closer to her and it had caught you so completely off guard. You've seen this soft side of Daniela often, but you never thought you would see it in this kind of context.

All this was just making your mind spin even more (if that was even possible). You didn't even register the fact that her lips were already on yours until she pulled you even closer and tenderly caressed your cheek just to help you relax even if it was just tiny bit more. You couldn't help but close your eyes at the simple gesture and it was because of all this that you tried to savor the moment.

You were so taken aback by how soft her lips felt and how sickeningly sweet they tasted and yet before you could even try and reciprocate it, she had already pulled away. The kiss had left you breathless and you were frozen in place, not knowing what to say, heck you don't think you could form a proper coherent thought at this moment in time.

"Wha-" you thought, the whole scene loading in your brain. It was like your mind was literally buffering because what the freaking heck, did that actually just happen? Dani's lips were actually on yours? Did she really just kiss you? This could not be fucking real.

Was this legitimately real life? Because if it is holy fuck, Daniela Avanzini, your best friend, had just stolen your first kiss and you let her.

You were stunned, you couldn't believe that had happened but despite all that, there was one thing you were sure about in your clouded mind, you absolutely fucking loved how her lips tasted. With your mind so distorted from the kiss or maybe it was really just the alcohol taking its effects on you, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

A sudden rush of adrenaline had entered your system and it was because of that rush that you had somehow gained the courage to ask for one more from the girl.

You honestly expected her to laugh it off and tease you, you expected nothing more from her but no. She was immediately giving in to what you wanted, leaning closer and initiating it all over again. This time, instead of immediately pulling away, she had let you set the pace and she let you savor it.

Oh gosh, was this how kissing someone really felt like? Cause it was absolute heaven, the way she was so gentle with you made you practically melt against her.

You could easily tell that Daniela didn't want to overwhelm you since it was your first time and you felt touched by the simple thought. Dani had intentionally let you take your time and she was letting you adjust to it for however long you needed to. You honestly could've stayed like that forever and if air wasn't a necessity to keep living, you think you would've but alas you couldn't do anything about it.

You forced yourself with all the will power you had to pull away and with that you slowly opened your eyes to look at Daniela, really look at her and you don't know what came over you to feel all these things but you were just there stunned, heart beating so loudly that you felt like it was about to jump out of your chest.

It was like you both were stuck in your own little world that no one could step into but you two. She was just staring at you with a small smile on her face, as if reassuring you that it was done, that everything was okay now. While here you were in front of her, out of breath and not knowing what to think.

The girl had taken notice of your dazed-like state and could only shake her head out of amusement at your reaction "You must be drunk, you would never let me kiss you like that twice if you were even the slightest bit sober."

That put you out of your trance, you just rolled your eyes at her words because of course she'd choose to tease you after all that just happened "Shut up" you said lowly before shoving her shoulder in a playful manner.

She only laughed it off and pulled on your arm as she got up and out of the booth "Come with me to the bathroom for a moment?" she asked and you could only nod in response, not trusting your voice and you really weren't being given a choice anyway as she was already pulling you away from your friends.

If murder was actually legal, you think you would have already killed Daniela on multiple occasions. Sadly, it wasn't, so you just settled into planning in your head the multiple ways you could have possibly ended her a long, long time ago.

Dani had been teasing you non-stop ever since that night happened (hence the awakening urge) and you swear if she teased you one more time you would actually kiss her again just to shu- wait what? No.

Anyway- whenever you were talking to Daniela, she would somehow always, always find a way to weave it into the conversation she knew how shy it made you each and every time she did bring it up. You couldn't even look in her direction whenever she reminded you about the entire ordeal.

You wanted to get back at her for all the playful banters, but you knew that no matter what you did, you would always end up being the embarrassed, blushing mess you were. It was like all ounce of fight that you had in you would leave the moment she would talk about it and it was honestly crazy how you still hadn't found a way to rebut all her teasing towards you.

Right now, you were thankful she hadn't reminded you about it today. If this was any other regular day, she would seize every chance she got just to embarrass you and it was really a miracle she hasn't yet.

You knew the Cuban girl and her playful nature and you knew that she wouldn't last an entire hour without teasing you. You figured that it was because she knew you were busy and decided to give you a small break, for now.

It was now a new week, Monday, and exactly seven days before your finals would start. You were again hanging out at Daniela's place. The two of you were chilling as usual, for once, you weren't busy tinkering with the girls' guitar and practicing another new song to possibly cover. Instead, you were cuddled up next to her, the two of you just doom scrolling, watching the random videos that would appear on her feed. Neither of you bothering to bring up what had went down last Thursday.

You sighed contentedly, the weight of everything from school slowly lifting off your shoulders as you shifted closer to the girl, growing sleepy. If it weren't for the fact that you knew that you weren't in your own home, you would have fallen asleep the moment you arrived.

Honestly speaking, you were tired, extremely tired since you both had just came from school and just being inside the damn building already drains the life out of you. You had taken a grueling quiz earlier that day and it was so hard that the moment you got out of the room and saw the girl patiently waiting for you, you were complaining nonstop about the questions and how difficult it was to answer them even though you studied so hard to ace it. You were honestly praying that you somehow passed because you knew just how much of your grade it could effect if it was ever too low.

Daniela on the other hand, had skipped her classes again, she wasn't even trying to catch up despite missing half a semester's worth of classes. You were not really surprised by this, but you also didn't get why she would enroll in the first place if she wasn't going to attend any of her classes anyway.

You didn't dare speak up about it though, you just decided to shut up and let her do whatever the hell she wanted. "My life, my rules" is what she would argue the moment you would try to bring it up to her anyway. So you didn't, you instead chose to enjoy the peace of the moment you were sharing with her right now.

"You're extra clingy today" Daniela says. She wasn't using the usual teasing tone that you were used to hearing, it felt like it was more of an observation that she just had to point out.

"I could stop" you said, immediately moving to get up and off the bed but before you could even attempt do so, she was already grabbing onto your arm, forcefully pulling you back into your previous position.

You felt your body lose balance at the force she used. She had clearly underestimated the amount of strength she had and it causes you to land right on top of the girl. You immediately tried placing your hands on either side of her body so you could hover above her but you're already too late when you feel your head land on her chest.

You could only look up at her and sigh at her mischievous antics "Stay, I like it" she says to you with a small, cheeky grin plastered on her face. Despite the playful look she had on, you could sense that she was being genuine saying those words.

"Good then" you said, returning the smile with one of your own.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, neither of you even minding the intimate position you guys were in and yet, you both could still feel the sudden rise of tension in the room.

It wasn't the usual light and comforting presence you felt whenever you were with one another, but it wasn't really a bad kind of tension either. It felt almost electrifying, like a major turn of events was about to take place at any given moment.

The two of you didn't realize the growing tension though, you were quite literally just staring at each other too caught up and mesmerized by one another's simple presence. It honestly made you want to laugh at how stupid you both probably looked right now but you couldn't. You didn't want to pull yourself away from whatever this was and if you were being honest, you were actually anticipating the girls next move.

You see the way Daniela's gaze slowly moves down from your eyes to your lips and that small movement makes your breath hitch. You see her smile turn into a little smirk and you knew exactly what was on the Cuban girl's mind at that moment so you brace yourself.

Without another moments hesitation she was immediately pulling you further onto herself just to plant your lips on hers. You don't know what to say, not like you could say anything in that moment anyway. You honestly don't really know what to do either, you just stayed like that shocked like it's the first time all over again.

Yet you can tell that Dani knows exactly what she wants. You feel the way her hands roam your body like she was exploring your entire being, like she wanted more from you and you feel those same hands take place on your waist urging you to shift and sit down on her lap instead. Your bodies move accordingly, as if it was second nature like the two of you have done this a million times before.

You don't protest, you don't make any move to stop whatever is happening and you have no intention to do so whatsoever. Quite the contrary actually, you want more, you need more and without even noticing yourself you had already wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her even closer, deepening the kiss.

It was just the two of you, alone in her room, trapped in your own little bubble that no one could step into even if they dared. The crazy part? You loved it, loved being in the confines of her room kissing her like there was no tomorrow, like it was your own little secret in which it kind of was.

You loved the feeling of it all, the feeling of freedom like you could do whatever the hell you guys wanted, the thrill you experienced, the feeling that there were no constraints, no nothings, no what ifs. Just you two, enjoying your own little world.

Neither of you minded anything else that was going on around you guys. You both just enjoyed the moment, savoring the taste of one another.

The two of you only pull away when the need for air arises, still neither of you speaking a word. You both were just left panting, catching your breaths as you both processed what just happened, afraid if one of you spoke it would ruin the moment "So...."

"So" she follows, the two of you not knowing what to say or do at this moment. You just chuckle, gosh you couldn't believe you both were acting shy as if you guys weren't ready to jump each other's bones and break so many forbidden boundaries just a few moments ago.

Daniela lets out a small laugh too, the realization of the situation hitting her and she was honestly glad you seemed to be thinking the same, like why would you two be shy now? After everything you both have been through together, the two of you thought of acting tense now? It was so stupid "Can I?" she asks and you knew exactly what she meant.

"Just don't go too far" you answer her, you don't care at this point.

"Duly noted" the Cuban girl says, before leaning in once again. Her hands taking place on your waist again to keep you steady on her lap while you tangled your hands in the girl's hair, pulling her impossibly closer and you two stayed like this for a long while.

It had been a couple weeks since that scene in Daniela's place happened and honestly, it was crazy, you think that all of this is just fucking insane. Just the fact that the two of you would still continue to do it whenever you were together was absurd and yet it was always so quick, never that discreet for others to not notice what you two were up to but it never went on too long for other people to complain as much.

It was honestly just absurd but the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to see her again, the more you want for it to repeat.

It was like a fire had set inside you and you were burning with need, need for more of her, need for that thrill you had whenever with her, that rush. It scared you, how much it had grown over the course of the few weeks it had been happening but at the same time you didn't bother with it much.

You had a lengthy discussion about all of this with your friends, the very same people you were with the day it went down and to no surprise, they were livid. Not at you of course, but at Dani for even proposing such a thing in the first place (even if it was a stupid joke).

They warned you of the dire consequences of this weird set-up you two had. The group treated you as if you were their baby after all, knowing you had never been in a relationship before and had gotten yourself into such a fucked up situation, they couldn't help but worry for you and how things would end up.

You could have your heart broken by this or worse, they didn't want to see you end up like that and they didn't want the reason of your heart break to be over a stupid situation like this.

The thing is whenever it was just you and Daniela together, you guys would always talk it out and openly communicate on what kind of boundaries neither of you should ever cross with one another. The only problem? Even with all that, you still found yourself faltering, especially when the girl would do all these gestures toward you, actions that she would never do with just anyone.

She would update you constantly after the break-up happened, claiming that she was used to updating someone and needed to do it to keep her sanity in check. She would even tell you to come by her place more often to the point that you actually had to start rejecting her offer a couple of times just to put your own life first and that was all just because she didn't want to feel lonely at home due to being alone for majority of the time.

She'd just practically be on you all throughout, physically or not and it was a cycle you were unconsciously getting conditioned to follow even if it was against your own will.

Like a freaking puppy, you would obey every word and it was honestly a bit weird to you how you couldn't even try and go against her word even if you wanted too because you knew every time she would ask, she'd make the time you were with her worth it and she knew that you would always love it, need it even.

You needed her even when your brain screamed no and that this was all just a ruse and it was because of all this that you slowly started to question yourself. Were you really just doing this for the thrill? Or was there something more?

You were getting tired of everything, especially with how often it was happening, the confusing feelings, the constant overthinking, the repetitive reminders, just the entire situation.

So without even thinking, you impulsively asked your friends to hang out after classes ended. You guys of course went to the usual spot, back to where it all fucking started.

It was there that you took out everything you were feeling. You would take a shot every time you would think of her, start to overthink everything all over again, remember the way her lips tasted, remember the simple gestures she would do while you were together, everything.

It was so frustrating, that you couldn't get Daniela off your mind and it got to the point where you started to question your own decisions all over again because why the fuck did you let her? Why didn't you pull away the moment she even tried? Yell at her for starting this with that simple teasing statement? Just why? You just wanted to blame the girl for all these confusing feelings and for letting the entire thing get this far.

You knew that deep down you couldn't though, you were as much of a willing participant in this as she was, you brought this onto yourself too. You sighed to yourself at this before you took another shot, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it went down your throat. It made you grimace slightly but you didn't care, you just wanted to let out all your pent up frustrations, to feel or think of anything other than that.

"Yo Y/n! You up for a game?" one of your friends Lara asks, successfully cutting you off from your deep train of thoughts.

You nodded immediately and got up from your sitting position as the Indian girl moved to start setting up the table again. Lara had always been the first person in your little group to say yes no matter who asked to go out, she was always the type who just wanted to have a good time after all but she was also aware that you never asked to go and hang out like this unless you were going through something. As much as she wanted to ask what was going on though, she respected your space, you would tell them whatever you were thinking of when you were ready.

"So anything interesting happen?" she asks cautiously as you grabbed one of the cue sticks from the side as well as some chalk for your hand so it would glide smoothly between your fingers.

"A lot" you answered her dryly, as you leaned down and onto the table. You shifted your thoughts from the Latina woman to focus all your energy into your break at that moment and as you let the cue slide onto your fingers, you successfully broke the little triangle at the end of table, signaling the start of the game.

Lara watched you carefully, taking note of the amount of strength you put into that shot with how the cue ball rolled all over the table before she moved into a suitable position to start her turn since nothing fell into the pockets "Do you wanna talk about it?" she asks softly, like the girl was only suggesting because she was Lara Raj, and you knew that she would never force you to talk about something, hell she wouldn't even ask that kind of question to someone unless she noticed how pent up the person actually was.

You sighed as you looked over behind you right at the very booth you all were sat in that night, you didn't want to bring it up to be honest. You came here to get rid of these thoughts, to just enjoy the night for once without having to think about it even more than you already should, without actually having to go to sleep at night filled with the guilt of everything you were feeling "Am I going to be given a choice that I don't want to talk about it?"

"From me? Yeah. From the others? Highly doubt it" Lara says as she prepares to make her shot which to no one's surprise was successful.

You shook your head at her answer out of amusement because it actually was true. Lara had never been the type pry or push people into talking about things these kind of things but your other friends were an entirely different story. It wasn't that they would push anyone to tell them for the sake of drama, just that they insisted that the person needed to talk for them to understand and help even though it was too much at times, for you personally anyway "It's just about Dani" you started.

"About your weird set-up?" the girl asks as she made an attempt to pot another ball but narrowly missed it making her groan out of frustration.

You chuckled at her attempt before nodding your head at the question "Yeah."

"Have you talked to her about it?" she asks as she moved away from the table to let you make your turn.

"All the time" you answered as you made your shot with a lot more force than necessary, that didn't matter to you though since you still successfully potted a ball.

Lara could only grimace at the amount of strength you were using with each time you hit the cue ball. She was honestly a bit scared you were going to make it fly off the table and hit someone but the girl knew you were just trying to let out everything that you were feeling through the game and she was glad that you had an outlet to channel all that negative energy somewhere else but that still did nothing to ease her worry for everyone else's safety.

Lara has honestly never seen this side of you, none of your friends have actually. You have always been the person who stayed chill no matter what the situation, the type that just went with the flow and what happens, well, happens. You always stayed calm, kept a level head even when everyone else was already losing their cool at something that had happened or something they were talking about with the group.

You truthfully didn't have a care in the world about anything else other than your academic performance and other personal stuff that you didn't share to anyone even Lara herself that openly, so to see you like this was so new.

"So what has you so frustrated about it then?" she asked as you made your way across the table.

You sigh not knowing how to give an answer that question when you yourself were unsure of everything that you were feeling right now "She's just so, I don't know...confusing?"

The Indian girl just stares at you, perplexed by the answer you had given her "Do you mind expounding on that or-"

"Okay wait, I mean that- like, she does these things while we...kiss and it makes me feel things and then there's the fact she keeps updating me like she can't survive unless she does it. She's always asking me to come by her place and I honestly don't know anymore if I'm just doing this for the thrill or if there's something more and it's just so frustrating that I can't even tell her any of this because I know that she'll think I'm weird or I'm-"

"Woah, okay calm down" Lara cuts you off, surprised by how much you were actually able to tell her. She was completely fine with it, she just wasn't expecting you to tell her so much. You weren't much of an open person after all so to say that much to her caught her a bit off guard.

"Sorry" you quickly apologized as you quickly made another shot in potting a ball, this time it was unsuccessful.

Lara takes a few steps closer to you before she places a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you even with the simple gesture "It's alright really but really I don't think drinking this away or a game of pool is gonna make you feel any better about all this, talk to her about everything your feeling. Not just specific things that are happening in the moment, let her know I'm sure that she'll understand."

"The thing is I don't even know what I'm feeling" you answered, your voice going a whole octave lower than it usually was due to all the thoughts in your head mixing together and it caused nothing but chaos.

You were feeling frustrated all over again because of this conversation but you also knew that Lara meant no harm when she asked, it was your choice to tell her anyway. You could have chosen not to honestly, but you trusted the girl and you knew that she could help you figure out what to do. You did admit more than once that Lara gave out one of the most realistic advice in the group and you would prefer that more than comfort or reassurance that it was going to be okay honestly speaking.

"Well than answer this for me, do you have feelings for Dani?"

You looked at her, questioningly because why the hell would she ask such an absurd question in the first place "What- okay, she's hot, kind and really talented but I don't thi-"

"Y/n, calm down it was a simple yes or no question. I don't need the details, I just want you to answer it directly" Lara cuts you off once again. She really wanted to laugh at the reaction you were giving her right now but she knew you didn't need someone teasing you. You just needed a wake-up call, someone to knock you back into reality and she obviously did not want you rambling and saying something you could possibly regret later on too knowing your other friends were also there. It's only then that you start to think though, really think for a moment.

Did you have feelings for Daniela? Looking back at it all now with that thought, it could actually explain a few (A LOT) of your actions but you didn't think that you having feelings could be the actual reason. You never saw the girl in that kind of way....

Okay, never mind maybe you have.

Maybe you have imagined way more times than you'd like to actually admit. You have had those kind of thoughts but you it's not like you chose to drone on about any of them further than you were supposed to. Daniela was your best friend and it was wrong to like your best friend, hell even think of them in that kind of way.

Still, you couldn't help it when started taking notice even of the smallest details about her, it was like you could read her like an open book. From her little habits like the way her eyebrows would furrow even deeper the more she concentrated on something, the slight shift in her mood whenever someone mentioned something she didn't like, the cute way she would always stick out her tongue teasingly whenever you were taking a video and pointing the camera at her.

God, just how many things about her did you not even realize you learned about. Were you crazy at this point? To know someone better than they probably did than themselves. You didn't know, it was all just insane. You didn't know why each and every detail you found out about her made you look forward to just seeing Dani even more, maybe it was the fact you loved learning all these little things about her. What she liked and what she didn't, what she would do to simply pass the time, what kind of antics she would do during specific situations. You weren't sure but you did know one thing, the way you were feeling definitely wasn't something between friends.

"I think...I do" you finally answered the girl's question. You were still somewhat unsure actually but you having feelings did bring light to the problem in this entire situation and it actually made you realize so much.

Lara clapped lightly, a teasing smile starting to grow on her face. She figured now would be a good time to start lightening the mood between you two and she was right when she saw you just give one of your regular death stares that you gave instead of looking away and staying quiet. Though she would never admit it, that glare did scare her too since you could really kill someone with that glare "Congrats on finding out something we have all known way before you have" she said and it just made you roll your eyes at her behavior

"Shut up" you said as you pushed her away with the other end of the cue stick. She immediately dodged, not wanting to get a sudden injury.

"Alright, alright I'll stop!" she yelled, surrendering as she saw you moving closer to her with the cue stick that you were now holding with both hands.

You smiled at this and patted her head "Good."

"So what are you going to do about this now?" Lara asks, wondering how you were going to deal with this now that you were aware of this new problem that had arisen. You sighed, not knowing how else to solve this except by simply telling her.

"I guess I'll talk to her about this so we can finally stop this bullshit of a set-up"

"Finally, a good idea from you"

"Oh shut up!" you say, shoving Lara's shoulder playfully.

It had grown late into the night, no vehicles had been passing by for a bit so the streets were more or less quiet. Besides, you figured that most people would be asleep by this time anyway and that gave you the perfect opportunity to talk with Daniela.

On your way here, you had been watching as the neighborhood which was lit up with bright lights that had nearly blinded you a few minutes ago slowly went out one by one, turning into a chilling darkness. Only a few still had signs of life in them, including the one you were sitting in front of which obviously was none other than Daniela's place.

You had sent the girl a text on your way here that had you wanted to talk but you never mentioned about what, much to her dismay. Hell, you even told her that you weren't going to waltz in her place like you usually did because what you were about to talk about was definitely going to be quick so here you were.

You knew that after this conversation with her the dynamic that you two had would change into something unrecognizable and you honestly had no hopes that you two would go back to the way you guys used to be after everything. Then again, you weren't doing this to salvage your relationship with her, you were doing this because you just wanted to get this over with and end this fucked up mess.

You just sat there for a few minutes, waiting for the inevitable to happen. You had texted the girl a few minutes ago that you had already arrived so you were expecting the girl to be out in a few moments. When you did hear the door open and her foot steps that slowly came closer to you, you didn't even bother looking back. You just stared at the road ahead, your hands supporting your upper body as you had placed yourself in a leant back position.

With how relaxed you looked no one would have expected that the conversation you were going to open up about was going to be one of the heaviest conversations you were ever going to have in your life "Hey" Daniela greeted you.

You hummed, acknowledging her presence as you enjoyed the peace and quiet the night had brought. To you, the chilling night wasn't something to be terrified of, it was more like one of the only times you could have the peace and quiet that your heart craved to be.

For Daniela though it was the total opposite, she's always felt unease in the darkness, which is why she always had some kind of light on and right now that unease didn't go away, it heightened even, she was puzzled and she was definitely on high alert. While she was used to you showing up to her place out of nowhere, that didn't mean she wasn't scared with the way you texted her with such a serious message. What was so important that you needed her to come out of her own home just so you two could be alone?

She took a deep breath in just to try and calm her nerves down a bit but as she did, she could smell the distinct scent of the alcohol you had drunken earlier, catching her off guard. Daniela then turned to you just to confirm if the stench was really coming from you and that only confirmed her suspicions when the smell became stronger "Are...you drunk?" she asked, curious. You never went out and drank without her, ever.

"A little" you replied, plainly. You didn't bother to hide it and you didn't care if she found out whether you drank or what and she wasn't used to this. You always asked her first if she wanted to come, you always went to her first. Everyone knew that Daniela was your go to person whenever you wanted to hang out, so what was going on? Why didn't she ask you this time?

The girl just shakes her head, disappointed by your actions but she knew that you didn't come here just to be scolded by her. She could only sigh and just get straight to the point, she knew it was already so late and that in your current state you should be getting home as soon as possible to rest, plus her parents could get mad at her for being out here so late "So what did you wanna talk about?" she asks.

"I think you already know why I came here, Dani" you said as you slowly turned your head toward her. She wasn't looking at you and you knew exactly why. Daniela knows your mannerisms and she knows that you aren't the type to actually look someone in the eye. So, the Cuban girl opted to stare at the road too, she knew there was no way on earth you would look at her eye to eye even with such a serious conversation at stake and she would never force you to do.

Still, you watched the way her brows furrowed at your words because she really had no clue on why you wanted to talk to her "I don't though" she says.

You just sighed, you weren't that surprised that Dani was this dense to be honest, but you still had some kind of hope that you wouldn't have to spell it out to her. It was obvious after all why you had come here "Alright then, it's about this stupid set-up we have" you tell her and it comes out a bit harsh. A kind of tone Daniela has never expected to hear directed at her, especially from you.

Daniela turns to you, slightly bewildered but she doesn't take your tone seriously "Why? I thought you liked it?" she says, a small teasing smile starts to show on her face.

You know that the girl was completely oblivious to your seriousness and that she doesn't realize you were completely done with the entire thing. This wasn't funny to you anymore and this wasn't just some everyday thing that happened because of stupid hormones. This entire situation was becoming real, too real and you needed this to end before it got in the way of too many other things in your life.

You were exhausted enough as it was, you didn't need this draining you even more than it already has "At first I was, but Dani we both know we crossed a line that night. A line that none of us ever should have crossed in the first place, you know that I've never had a girlfriend and still decided to go through with it, why?"

Daniela is taken aback by your answer and it's only then that it finally dawns on her the seriousness of this conversation that was taking place but if she was being honest she didn't know herself why she initiated it. It was a decision purely out of whim "Well I thought it'd be fun and I don't know? Just to get it over with?"

Your expression darkens, you expected a much better reason than that. You already knew prior to this that there was no salvaging what you guys had after this talk but you didn't think the reason that she started all this would actually be this stupid. What was all this to her then? "What the actual fuck? Are you saying that this was all some sort of sick game?"

"Y/n no, that's not what I said-"

"Except it is Dani, it is exactly what you're trying to say. Did you find fun in the fact you took one of the most important experiences in my life just because? That is so fucking messed up"

"No, I don't know why okay, I just. I wasn't thinking and you seemed to enjoy anyway so I gave it, isn't that what you wanted?"

"Dani, I said all that because I knew you that wouldn't, I never expected you to actually go through with it and okay...maybe I did enjoy it for a time. Until it was all becoming too real."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Daniela asks because she doesn't get it, she doesn't understand why you were telling her all this, why now were you having second thoughts.

You let out a frustrated huff at that because you didn't know if the girl was just playing dumb or what, could she really not read the room? "For fuck's sake Avanzini, I think I have feelings for you!" you screamed out. You didn't care who would hear what you said, you didn't care about the fact you two were just outside her house fighting by the side of the road.

You just needed to get it out there because you know if you waited just a bit longer, you would lose yourself. You didn't want this to consume you anymore than it already has and you couldn't carry the weight of it all any longer.

Daniela was shocked by this revelation because you both had promised that this wouldn't happen, that it never would. You swore you would never fall, hell you were the first person to say it, to mention that if any one of you fell, they'd be stupid but here you were "Y/n..." she says, her voice cracking by how stunned she was by the sudden confession.

Daniela doesn't know how to take it, she doesn't know how to respond. She doesn't want to hurt you with reality that she doesn't like you back but she also doesn't want you to be led on. You knew that, from the start you did and still fell and it was stupid because you knew that she would never see you that way.

"I know...I swore that I never would but the longer this kept going, the longer I felt so confused by all these thoughts and...the longer this kept going the more I questioned myself on why I let you do it in the first place. I just can't do this anymore Dani, I can't keep pretending that this is nothing to me" you said. You knew that you were just adding oil to the fire you had just set with those next words but it was either that or let yourself explode if you kept it to yourself any second longer.

The Cuban girl was frozen in place, processing everything you had just said. She didn't expect you of all people to suddenly confess their feelings to her like this and she didn't know what exactly to do about it "I'm going back in" she said, quickly getting up from her position as she went back inside.

You scoffed when you heard that but you had no intention of stopping her. You know that Daniela was like that by nature. You just watched her as she got up and walked inside her home before you got up and proceeded the walk back to your own. Knowing how late it was you couldn't hail a cab and you didn't have the money anyway. You could only sigh as you looked up into the night sky and quietly walked away from the place you once found solitude in.

At least you had told her.

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Escaping the Cult ch 4

You’ve spent years hiding from the cult you escaped from. It’s a nasty surprise when your past comes for you and pins you to the wall. Simon x reader

cw: 4.3k, angst, reveals, we see how Johnny comes into play, (hinted at) and there was one bed.

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Things settled into a tentative rhythm over the following week. You saw Simon off to work each morning before you left as well, still searching for something to help ease the financial burden. The only new addition was Johnny. With the exchange of numbers, you had a new texting buddy.

And you were texting frequently.

It was a no brainer to invite him around to the next laundry day. Having a friend to sit with while the machines worked sounded amazing compared to awkwardly sitting there by yourself for hours.

"You know, I forgot to ask. I know you just got to town, but are you all by yourself?" asked Johnny as he was tossing a load into one of the washers. Paying and pressing start, he turned to you as the machine began to hum. He was wearing a t-shirt that had gone thin with age. When he crossed his arms it stretched across his chest and shoulders leaving you fighting to you keep your eyes on his face.

"No, not alone. My,"—you paused for a moment. How would you describe Simon? The person you wanted so much more with. Deciding to play it safe, you settled on—"friend is with me. But it's just us two."

"Must be lonely," he responded.

You shrugged your shoulders as you started your own machine, the whir and sound of rushing water bouncing off the concrete walls, surrounding you in stereo, "It's not too bad. Plus now I have you. Seems like I'm moving up in the world."

He laughed, "That's right, you've got me." His smile was disarming as he turned it on you. "So what made you pick up and move? And to here of all places," he gestured around to the lackluster facilities.

"Just needed a change of scenery," you hedged before quickly changing the subject, uncomfortable with the turn the conversation had taken. "Do you want to come over for dinner?" you asked, realizing this would be the perfect time to introduce the two people in your life. You hoped Simon liked him just as much as you did. You'd be heartbroken if they didn't get along.

You knew how Simon came across. His size and the deadpanned stare a difficult barrier for some people to get across. It intimidated them. You could only hope that Johnny saw him like you did. The antisocial man with a propensity for bad jokes who tended to loom subconsciously.

"I wouldn't want to intrude—"

"It's not an intrusion, I insist. Please come for dinner tonight, Johnny."

"All right, then." And that was it settled.

—

The sky was beginning to turn dark despite the decent hour when you made it home, the lights peeking around the heavy curtains showing Simon was already home, today being a short day for him. He was working too much but there wasn't a whole lot either of you could do about that. It was just something to be weathered.

Johnny was walking next to you, carrying a grocery bag. You'd stopped by the store on the way home to pick up a few items for the night. You were giddy as you opened the door and invited him in already envisioning how the friendship would change between the three of you, how you hoped everyone got along.

"Simon, this is my friend—"

"Johnny," Simon cut in standing quickly, his face draining of color. You watched as his eyes widened then shuttered, closing himself behind a wall.

Johnny looked nearly gleeful at the sudden revelation. "Simon," he crooned, "I was beginning to think I wouldn't see you again."

Your back felt like a steel rod had been inserted as you broke out into a cold sweat at this unexpected situation. "You two know each other?"

"Aye, and I know you too," he said, slinging an arm around your shoulders to keep you tucked against his side when you shifted a half inch to the left, as if you were going to bolt. "I didn't realize it at first—you changed your hair, it looks good by the way—but as soon as the door opened and I saw Simon, I realized."

You looked at Simon, eyes begging for his help even as he stood there, cool expression showing fissures where his panic was slowly creeping through. His gaze darted back and forth between you and Johnny in horrified realization. You tried to pull away but Johnny pulled you tighter to him, squeezing firmly.

"Price is pretty angry with you two," he continued like you were having a regular discussion. Friends standing around chitchatting. "He about destroyed his office when you slipped out, Simon. Decided the two of you would be a bad influence if you were allowed out and about and you were to be brought back. No exceptions."

You didn't want to see Price angry. Just the thought of it was enough to send shivers down your spine and give you nightmare fuel for the week.

"We're not going back," you worked up the courage to spit. You wouldn't. You'd rather die than go back. Back to Price's control. The way you couldn't move without his say so, the constant breathing down your neck. No. You wouldn't be going back.

"Didn't figure you would. Not after you worked so hard to get out and to keep hidden." He allowed you to shift away just far enough to make eye contact.

"Then why are you here?"

You couldn't name the expression that crossed his face as he pinned you in place. "See, Simon and I had something special. Something that he felt wasn't worth anything when he decided to go on a rabbit chase and hunt you down. And that didn't sit right with me."

"I ended things, Johnny," Simon stepped in, voice steady despite the panic you could see brewing in his eyes as his gaze darted from Johnny, to you, back to Johnny. "I told you it was over."

I ended things. I told you it was over.

You felt like you'd been sucker punched twice over, lungs struggling to inflate as you attempted to make sense out of what you'd heard, nausea swirling in your gut at this new admission.

It'd always been you and Simon. Always. You thought that wouldn't have changed, even if you left. Not even the courtesy of telling him it was over, unlike his own relationship. Your chest lurched at the thought. But you still expected it to be the two of you. You didn't expect him to move on. To find someone else.

Your stomach churned and you worried that you might be sick all over Johnny's shoes. Would serve him right. He'd deserve it for thinking he could take Simon away from you.

Wait. Did he pursue Simon or was it the other way around?

Would it matter either way?

"No, you jotted down a note on a scrap piece of paper and left it for me to find. Not even the common decency to tell me in person." His voice started to raise, going tight in his anger.

"It felt best."

"Best?" Johnny practically shouted before reining his voice in once more. "Nae, ye did what was easiest. Easiest for you, ye big bastard." His accent slipping through more sharply as his anger heated. You tried once more to shift out of his grasp but all he did was grip you tighter, keeping you locked into place beside himself. "Was I something that ye jus' filled time with? Something to keep yer bed warm until ye left?"

You couldn't be here. You couldn't hear this.

Simon's face was stoic but you could tell he was stricken, each word a missile aimed straight at him. He wasn't looking at you anymore, keeping his eyes firmly locked on Johnny, the coward.

"It wasn't like that." Simon tried, voice infuriatingly steady in the wake of Johnny's accusations.

"Well then explain it to me because clearly I'm too dumb to understand."

You felt torn. You were so mad at Simon for moving on that you wanted to rage just like Johnny was doing. Curse and yell and maybe throw a few things. But the longer you listened to the heartbreak slipping into his voice as he begged Simon for a sliver of understanding the more your feelings shifted.

Was Simon playing with you? Playing with the both of you? You never would have thought him capable of it but he clearly destroyed Johnny. Got him all twisted up in his own head. Did Simon do that on purpose?

"You can't tell Price."

"You don't get to tell me to do anything, don't you understand that?" Johnny shouted, finally letting you go to gesture wildly, arms swinging around in his anger. "You left me like I was trash, left me to pick up the pieces and you're not even sorry about it."

Heartbroken and hyperventilating, you took the opportunity to dart out the door directly behind you, letting it slam shut in the wind as you bolted. Picking a random direction you ran, arms pumping, chest heaving as you tried to get away. Away to find someplace to think.

A rundown convenience store sat right around the corner, offering the perfect place to hide. Darting in, you took shelter down one of the aisles and peeked through the storefront windows. You watched Simon stalk past, Johnny following shortly behind him as they passed your hiding spot.

You watched them, tucked away in the store, a shuddery breath of relief your only comment once they were gone. You needed time. Time to think, to get your head on straight. Time to figure out what you were feeling and you couldn't do that with them here.

Why were you so hurt that Simon found another partner? Why did it feel like your world was ending? Caving in around you until the rubble compressed your chest, leaving no room to draw breath. And Johnny knew Price? How? He must've shown up after you left. Stepped in to take your place, one could say.

No, it wasn't that Simon found another partner, you didn't think. You twisted the thought around and around, examining it from every angle but it didn't fit. It didn't feel right. Almost but not quite the right flavor.

You thought back to when you and Simon were younger. How you two were attached at the hip, never one without the other. The days when there were no secrets between the two of you, thoughts shared almost as soon as they were had. You trusted him, you could tell him anything.

That was the right chord. It was that he did it without you knowing. You were aware of how ridiculous that sounded—you had left him. Ran away. He had no means to contact you to ask. And maybe it was naive to think he should have waited for you, but you felt betrayed.

You felt like he hid it from you.

As if he was afraid of how you would react when you found out. Admittedly you weren't handling it the greatest right now but that was because of how you found out—the way the secret was broken. It would've been different coming from Simon.

Having spent long enough inside for the men to be long gone you crept out, avoiding eye contact with the cashier who stared at you through bloodshot eyes and a sour disposition, your hands empty and his till count remaining the same.

It was the work of minutes to make it back inside the motel room, blessedly empty of anyone else. Collapsing down corner-to-corner on your bed in exhaustion, you stared at the water-stained ceiling and let your mind wander—thinking about the events of the night and what led up to them.

What were you going to do? What were Simon and Johnny going to do? Were they going to pick back up, right where they left off? Would Johnny tell Price?

Had he already?

You were so tired of running. Of always looking over your shoulder. You were running along the tracks with a train barreling down behind you, gaining ground with each step you took. Was this the day it would finally catch you?

The door slammed open a short while later, Simon the first one back. The lack of Johnny directly behind him told you they had split up in the time they'd been out. You wondered where the other man was. Simon looked harried, his jaw was clenched and his eyes hard. It had been a while since you'd seen him like this.

"Stop. Fucking. Doing that shit." He snapped, brows drawing lower as he frowned down at you. "You always run. It's fucking annoying." He swiped at your feet until you straightened out with a huff, laying in the bed correctly before he moved to lay beside you.

"I wasn't running. I just needed a bit of space. I wasn't expecting to find out you had a long-lost lover," you couldn't help but say bitterly. You were salty. You knew you probably shouldn't be but you were and he was going to have to deal with it. "One you never bothered telling me about."

"I wasn't aware we were sharing those kinds of details," he retorted stiffly, going rigid beside you. He had to have known this conversation was coming and still it was like pulling teeth to get him to talk.

You didn't bother responding for a moment, letting him sit in the silence that built, not eager to be the one to break it. As the minutes ticked on though, you realized you were going to have to be the one to take the first step, Simon always the one for self-flagellation.

"I wasn't running from you," you began hesitantly, words pried out from behind your teeth, "so much as I was running from the situation."

You kept your gaze firmly pointed towards the ceiling. "I wasn't expecting for you to have found a whole boyfriend while I was gone. And one you didn't tell me about at that. I thought we told each other everything," You finally turned to look at him but he kept his face pointed up, "It feels like you hid him from me for some reason and I can't figure out why. Were you ashamed of him or of me?"

"Neither," he responded quietly but firmly. "Not ashamed of either of you. It was just—"

"Just what?" you asked when he trailed off.

"I had no clue if I was ever going to see you again," he continued. "I came home one night and noticed your lights were off. The next day you were nowhere to be found and I was left to pick up the pieces."

He swallowed dryly, "I didn't go looking for a relationship. I was scrambling trying to keep Price from taking off someone's head while toeing the line of the lockdown he instituted, just trying to keep my own head above water. I was drowning and then here Johnny came swanning in like he couldn't sink. He pulled me up. Talking to him felt like I could breathe for the first time since you left."

His eyes traced the whorls and stains of the ceiling, finding patterns in the abstract. "He was like you. Able to set my head on straight, able to see past all my bullshit. Somehow understood me. So when he kissed me the first time, I kissed back. It wasn't fair to Johnny but I wasn't trying to hurt you."

"Well you did," you say as your eyes flood with tears. You reach up to angrily wipe them away. "Where is he anyways? I'd figure he wouldn't let you out of his sight," you were eager to change to the subject to something less fraught.

"I convinced him we wouldn't leave. That we'd see him tomorrow and we could talk it all over with clear heads," he sighed into the darkness, sounding exhausted. "It felt best."

A hum in response was all you could offer him as you lapsed into silence.

It was a long time before either of you found sleep.

—

Morning came far too quickly, the light peeking around the heavy curtains to throw sunbeams across whatever it could. You hadn't even had a chance to brush your teeth before there was a knock at the door.

Simon answered, letting Johnny in who had his hands full with food and coffee. He didn't bother to smile at Simon as he made his way inside but he spared a small, weak one for you. "I brought breakfast."

The dark circles underlining his eyes and the slight shake of his hands made it clear he'd been up all night. "Did you get any sleep?" you couldn't help but ask, worried despite yourself. He'd become a good friend in the time you'd known him and it hurt you to see him hurting.

He set the bags down at the little table and began unloading, "I figured you two might bolt in the middle of the night," he said without looking at either of you, voice dull, "Seems to be your modus operandi." Pulling out a sandwich for himself, he sat back and unwrapped it, taking a bite before making eye contact again.

You couldn't say anything to that because he was right. It was. Silence fell as the sounds of chewing filled the air. Johnny didn't bother to look at Simon, keeping his gaze on you or his sandwich, the silence stifling. Simon didn't bother saying anything, content to sit in the heavy silence looking unbothered, a mask having dropped over his face, locking all his feelings inside.

Your heart broke a little more when you saw how torn up Johnny was. How distraught this had him—his blue eyes dull, lacking the shimmer you thought was inherent. He looked worn down and it broke something inside you when you realized you were a part of it. That your choices helped lead you all here.

The food was nearly gone when the silence was broken once more, Johnny saying out of the blue, "I didn't tell Price."

Simon finished chewing before he responded, taking his time in answering. "That gonna change?"

"I don't intend for it to."

And just like that a weight seemed to have lifted off both men's shoulders, some truce having been reached you could only see the surface layer of.

—

You'd been looking at houses to rent, something that could hold the three of you comfortably but it had been slim pickings. You had two incomes now with Johnny included, something that should've given you a bit of breathing room but it didn't seem to help your situation. But you knew you had to do something soon. Johnny was looking worse by the day.

He was consumed by thoughts of you leaving. Of Simon and you packing up in the middle of the night when he wasn't aware, of him coming to the motel the next day to find an empty room, no sign of either of you. It ate at him. His dark circles had their own postal code by this point. Something you hoped moving in together would alleviate.

He had actually been the first one to bring up the idea of cohabiting. He'd been subletting a room over a business, a small cramped thing that barely had enough room for him to unpack. And the motel was out of the question, the price eating away at all of Simon's paycheck every week, an expensive and also tight option. The only viable solution was renting a house together.

"I've been looking for houses for us. Nothing's come up yet."

You choked on your food, coughing before taking a drink of water—washing it down with a pat to your chest. "Houses?" Simon questioned while you gathered yourself, shooting you a worried look until you waved him off.

Johnny turned to look at you while he answered, still not speaking to Simon unless he had to, offering a cold shoulder whenever possible. "It doesn't make sense for us to pay for two places. We need to find something that works for all of us, so we can start putting money back."

You nodded in acknowledgment, eager for something to break the status quo. Looking between the two men, you offered, "That makes sense to me."

Simon hummed a neutral agreement and that was that.

And you were still jobless. You were beginning to think the locals were doing it on purpose. Pulling any jobs as soon as they saw you walk up. You must've walked the town at least 5 times over in the weeks you'd been here. But still nothing.

You walked into the bar closest to the motel only for the bartender to yell at you as soon as you crossed the threshold. "Still don't have a job for you," she called out over the noise of the television behind her head playing a local game. You sigh in disappointment before nodding your head, spinning on your heel to head back out to continue your search.

You'd reached the door when you thought to ask, "Do you know of any cheap places to rent?" with no expectations as to the answer. You wondered if you were going to live out the rest of your life in the motel, forever confined to one room, sharing space so completely you were always bumping elbows. You had hopes of finding a small house for the three of you but that was looking more and more like a pipe-dream with every day that passed.

You were barely listening when the bartender said, "Yeah, actually. I have a place that's looking for renters," but your attention was quickly returned. "It's on the outskirts of the town," she continued, "the last tenants moved out a few months ago but it's sturdy. I've been looking for someone for it."

It seemed things were finally looking up. It was with an eager, thankful grin that you discussed price and set up a meeting time to go and see the house. You were exuberant as you thanked her, eager to tell the other two of your unexpected windfall.

You wondered if this might ease the tension between the two men. Johnny had yet to warm up to Simon, maintaining a cold exterior any time they had to interact. You'd be worried about it if Simon wasn't so unconcerned. You'd caught him doing the equivalent of rolling his eyes enough to know he wasn't particularly worried about Johnny's ire. That he saw it as something to weathered, as if it was likely soon to change. It was enough to keep you from rocking the boat.

It was a few nights later that saw the three of you greeting the bartender out in front of a little bungalow sitting on the outskirts of town. It was clearly weathered but the roof was whole and there were panes in every window.

"Go on in, take a look around," she said, crossing her arms and leaning against the side of her car, feet crossed at the ankles. "It's fully furnished, let me know what you think."

Johnny was the first one through the door, letting it swing closed behind him, not bothering to hold it for Simon.

Standing directly behind him on the porch, you heard the huff of a sigh he let out at Johnny's actions before he opened the door and gestured you through it. You smiled up at him in thanks and commiseration as you passed.

Johnny called for you from the back of the house, asking you to come look at something. Making your way over, you walked down the short hallway at the back of the living room to see three doors. One opened to a bathroom and the other two held small bedrooms, each barely able to accommodate the queen beds shoved in them.

"Only two rooms," he said neutrally, letting you make your own assumptions.

You looked up at him wide-eyed, "Who's rooming with who?"

You jumped with a shriek at Simon's voice directly behind you, not having heard him follow you. "Johnny and I'll take the primary, you can take the other," he said, leaving no room for arguments. Decision made.

"What do you mean we'll be rooming together?" Johnny frowned, speaking to Simon for the first time all day. "We will nae. We'll be looking for a place with another bedroom." His voice was irate, high and sharp as he flung the words at Simon.

Simon didn't react beyond responding in an even tone, "This is what we can afford and this is what we have. We don't have a choice in the matter. It's this or we stay where we are," he looked Johnny up and down, taking in the wan cast to his skin and the way he was slouched in the door frame, as if he was too exhausted to stand up straight. "And that's not tenable."

Johnny looked like he was going to argue, blue eyes glinting before he bit his tongue, a war being fought behind his eyes before seemingly coming to a resolution. You heard him mutter under his breath as he turned away—Why is God always testing me?

You pretended not to hear as you looked up at Simon. "So this is the one?" At his nod you continued, "Then I'll go let her know we'll be taking it."

#fic: escaping the cult #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #john soap mactavish

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yaseraphine · 3 days ago

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pick a card 12 - what are you currently manifesting ?

masterlist / ko-fi

my last reading : the dynamic between you and your future lover

Pile 1

Ace of Swords, 5 of Pentacles, The Magician

So, Pile 1, really interesting that you got The Magician in a “what are you currently manifesting ?” reading, when it is the ultimate master manifestor card. I feel like there is maybe a need for you to recall your manifesting powers. Maybe some of your manifestations didn’t go well, didn’t flourish or manifested the way you expected or it literally did not manifest. Either way, there is a need to take a new approach to the way you manifest with the ace of swords being there, calling you to change your mental state or method of approaching manifestation. I am not an expert of the different methods there are to manifest but you need to find a new one. Seeing the ace of swords falling first, then the 5 of pentacles, which is a card that can indicate a lack mentality, a new way of thinking needs to be manifested. What I am seeing is that you are manifesting a new mentality, a new way of seeing things that will lead to better manifestations. Changing your outlook and taking a step back from thoughts that stem from insecurity or lack will clear up your mind and help you manifest better, with a clearer idea and better intentions.

Some of you could benefit from writing prompts. Everything that has to do with writing, and communication. Maybe speak your manifestations out loud, tell people what you want and it might help you “boost” those manifestations.

Capricorn - Ambition, Realism and Methodical Steps

You are currently manifesting more ambition and more dedication towards your goals/ manifestations. There is this energy of a *mise en abyme, you are manifesting new manifesting methods which leads you to manifest more accurately your manifestations. (why is this sentence so hard to read). You will take a more realistic and methodical approach to your manifestations. Maybe in the past the reason why a lot of your manifestations failed was because you were too impatient or you skipped certain steps. Right now, you are learning that manifestation is not an overnight thing and that it takes time. You’re accepting how slow it can be to manifest what you want, and this will reward you with your manifestations coming the way you want and long term.

*mise en abyme : “Mise en abyme is a play of signifiers within a text, of sub-texts mirroring each other. This mirroring can attain a level where meaning may become unstable and, in this respect, may be seen as part of the process of deconstruction. The film-within-a-film, where a film contains a plot about the making of a film, is an example of mise en abyme.” Seeing the literal definition, I don’t really know why it came up lol You’re just manifesting manifesting methods. What a headache lol

Quote : The one you are looking for is you.

I don’t really see the correlation between this quote and the rest of the reading but you might resonate with it somehow.

This was all for you Pile 1, hope it resonated ! I am sending you lots of love and see you in the next reading !

Pile 2

Knight of Wands, Ace of Wands, Strength, Queen of Cups

Pile 2… When I tell you the cards flew violently and flipped sharply on my table lol There is a really sure and decisive energy coming from your pile. You are sure of your manifestations and you believe that the universe is working with you and that everything will work out in your favor. This sharp and confident energy of how the cards flew out of the deck is even more backed up by the fact that 4 cards fell (instead of three like I asked, so you want more and you will get more for sure !) 3 are fire cards : The Knight of Wands, the Ace of Wands and Strength. I am seeing a fresh energy here. You just got recently started with an idea, you recently planted a seed and just like an athlete runner, you’re about to fearlessly take off from the starting blocks. Some of you might actually have already started running. You’re following your intuition while acting on your instincts. It is a beautiful mix of fire and water energy that you are combining together here. You are determined, but not ruthless. You know that you will have to slow down at some point while manifesting this thing. It’s weird because I have the feeling you already manifested that project. It feels like it is career/ personal goal related. You are just leveling up on that thing. For instance, your goal was to just lose 15 pounds in the first half of 2025. You managed to do it successfully and now you are feeling in the right energy/alignment to not only lose weight, but to also build muscle mass and start genuinely doing some kind of sport. Wait. Some of you might be manifesting a long life hobby !! I am seeing it could be anything : crochet, pole dance, chess, creative writing, etc.. It’s like you’ve been desperately trying to “glow up”, find something that you are good at, that makes you genuinely passionate for the new years’ resolutions but despite your numerous attempts, it was unsuccessful. And, the moment you give up (which might be your current mood), you’ll be invited to somewhere, have the urge to try something, come across a post randomly about a specific activity. You’ll try it with a mentality “ I really got nothing to lose” and go out of it completely shocked because that thing just ignited something inside of you. You might become obsessive over this, practicing it whenever you can, day and night, out of pure passion. Man, this is beautiful, pile 2 !

Mutable - Surrender, Fluidity and Welcoming change

What you are currently manifesting is surrendering that will lead to long-term success ! The more you try not to control the situation and accept the flow of things, the more easily you will manifest this fated discovery/hobby. Accept invitations, interact with your friends, interact with people and try to keep a positive attitude ! Stay open to new experiences and don’t expect anything in return, just enjoy the moment and try to be present as much as possible. Don’t hesitate to interact with strangers. Especially if you overhear a conversation about a topic you’re interested in, don’t hesitate to try to come at them and include yourself in the conversation. These kinds of little bursts of courage socially will lead you more easily towards that discovery. I am hearing this : “Enjoy the process of getting to know people without expecting anything in return”. Really interesting! I love your pile

Quote : Do what makes your soul shine ! <3

Your pile is a little messy because it took me a while to get to the heart of the topic of your specific situation. I am choosing to leave it like that because I think it’s important to understand the progression of the reading, even if it is a bit incoherent !

This was all for you Pile 2, hope it resonated ! I am sending you lots of love and see you in the next reading !

Pile 3

7 of Wands, 7 of Pentacles and 8 of Wands

Interesting start, Pile 3. You got 2 cards that are 7 and the 8th, which follows the 7 of Wands. There is a continuity to something. You are manifesting going above obstacles thrown at you. You are currently manifesting defensiveness if that makes sense. You might have been avoiding a situation, a confrontation of some sort. At some point, you will have no choice but to confront it head on. It may actually come at you before you can say anything and you will have to defend yourself on the spot. It’s like you’ve procrastinated paying for a specific bill, pushing it for tomorrow every time you remember it. Then, one glorious day, you get a call from your banker, let's say and they tell you that you have to go to the bank tomorrow at 10 am to pay for the unpaid fees/ the unpaid bill otherwise it could end up in court. You may get scared on the spot because you will be forced to do what you dreaded to do for so long. However, once the meeting at the bank/ the confrontation is finished, you will feel free and liberated from this thing that has been weighing on your mind. Maybe it’s not something you are actively avoiding, but more so an important meeting , a custody battle, just think of any situation where you will need to defend yourself with bravery and fearlessness that was planned weeks or even months ago. You’re approaching the fateful day and it may scare you but it seems the odds will be in your favor even if you are not so prepared. Again, depending on your situation, still approach it carefully but stand your ground.

South Node - Destined to release / TOD - the top of the deck is Libra, this highlights the “justice” and mediation aspect I was feeling above

Okay, pile 3, it’s pretty clear to me : you are manifesting the resolution of a conflict. Something that kept you up at night, that made you overtly worried, something you were anxiously clinging to : you will finally have the courage, the balls may I say, to face it head on. You’ll finally prefer the temporary discomfort of conflict resolving than putting things under the rug to keep some kind of nauseous and anxiety-inducing peace. Interesting that this is coming up because yesterday I was reading about the north node in aries and the south node in libra axis and something that was said in the article (that I am putting the link of here) really struck me : “To find long-lasting peace, sometimes we need to go to war”.

I think this perfectly sums up your situation. And even if it is something so seemingly small as “finally going outside after two weeks of self-isolation because of seasonal depression”, it is still facing fears and going above them. I am hearing “Be scared and do it anyway”. This is the mentality you are manifesting to get this conflict resolution.

Quote : You get in life what you have the courage to ask for and "Be the reason someone smiles today !" (really wholesome all of sudden lmaoo)

Your pile was so deep ! I loved reading it, like really !

This was all for you Pile 3, hope it resonated ! I am sending you lots of love and see you in the next reading !

#pick a card #pick a card reading #pick a pile #pick a picture #tarot pac #pac tarot #pac reading #tarot reading #tarotcommunity #tarotblr #tarot cards #tarot

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delizzie · 2 days ago

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Date night

Description: Emily takes you on a date. Little do you know that the night has some surprises in store...

Tags: pure fluff, wlw, flirting, date night, first kiss, girls in love, getting together

Y/N was pacing excitedly around her apartment. She was wearing her favorite pants and top, her best-smelling perfume, and everything was ready. Emily had said she would pick her up at five and take her somewhere special. Y/N didn’t like surprises, but she trusted Emily enough to let her take her to an unknown place. All she had told her was to wear comfortable clothes.

They had been dating for months, but the mere thought of her still made Y/N as excited as a teenager falling in love for the first time. Emily was so different from the other women she had met. Sure, everyone says that, but this was really different. Emily was serious, but not a stickler for conversation. She could always make her laugh and she remembered every little detail. Y/N had only mentioned in passing how much she loved marzipan, and a few days later, when Emily had to cancel a date because of work, she gave her a box.

Soon, the doorbell rang, and at that moment Y/N's nervousness, as if it had never been there, vanished. She opened the door with a big smile on her face. Emily looked gorgeous. She was wearing black jeans and a red top, her hair in loose waves. Y/N's heart beat faster at the thought that this woman wanted to date her.

“Hi Y/N. You look great.” Emily smiled at her, handing her a small bouquet of lilies. “I brought these for you, I hope you like them.”

A pleasant warmth ran through Y/N's entire body as she took the bouquet and invited the woman inside. She found a vase and placed the bouquet inside.

“Thank you, this is very pretty.” she grinned. “Almost like you.” she added cheekily. Of the two of them, Emily was the more flirtatious, but Y/N also liked to compliment.

“Hmm, cheeky.” she said with a teasing tone “Are you ready for an experience of a lifetime?”

“You still won’t tell me where you’re taking me?” Y/N asked.

“No. You’ll see when we get there. Miss, follow me.” she opened the door for Y/N.

The drive was short, barely fifteen minutes. Emily drove, her eyes occasionally wandering to Y/N, but her attention was on the road the whole time. She drove well and safely, and Y/N really liked that. On the way, they had a pleasant conversation about their day. Suddenly, the car stopped in front of a large building.

“Roller skating?” Y/N asked as she read the colorful letters written on the large building.

“I hope you don’t mind.” Emily replied, uncertainty crossed her face for a moment, she licked her lips, but as soon as she saw Y/N’s sparkling eyes, she seemed to calm down.

“I used to really like roller skating, but I haven’t done it in a few years.” she said.

“Then it’s time to get back into it.” she opened the door, then took Y/N’s hand.

After renting skates and protective gear, they slowly rolled to the side of the rink. Y/N had a hard time adjusting the buckle on her helmet.

“I’ll help you.” Emily stopped in front of her and started fiddling with the buckle. The woman was barely a few inches away from her, very focused. Y/N’s lips twitched into a small smile.

“I could do it, too.” she said quietly, and although it was true, Emily’s helpfulness really impressed her.

“I know. But I thought it would be faster this way. I can see better from this angle.” she said “Ready. Can we go?” she held out her hand.

“Let’s go.” she took it, and they headed inside.

At first they just rolled around cautiously. Sometimes they held hands, but most of the time they let go. Emily was very skillful, gliding easily. Y/N’s unused skills hadn’t worn down much over the years.

“You’re good.” Emily said. “I remember when I was learning to skate, I fell so hard that I bruised my face.” she giggled, and Y/N visibly hissed. “It wasn’t that rough, but I’m glad it’s got better. Unfortunately, I don’t have many opportunities next to work.”

“Well, you can come with me anytime. I feel really good.” Y/N smiled.

“Great, because it’s just the beginning.” said Emily with a teasing smile, and grabbed Y/N’s arm to spin her around.

“Emily.” she gasped as she rolled around her axle, and when she lost her balance and almost fell, Emily's hands were there to catch her.

"Don't worry, my princess, I got you." she lifted her up to her feet "I won't let you fall."

The rest of the afternoon went in a blurr. They skated around for hours and talked about everything, then they ate muffins in the buffet. Emily shared some funny stories about her team, her cat, and she taught some of her knowledge about different cultures. Y/N shared her favorite memories, her hopes for the future, and how she learned to skate.

At the end of the day Emily took Y/N home. She walked her to the door.

“Thank you for the wonderful evening, Emily.” Y/N smiled as she leaned on the closed door "I have to say you put the bar pretty high. How will I top this?"

Emily giggled as she stepped closer.

"I know you will figure out something even better."

Y/N looked at the woman in front of her. Emily's lips looked so soft, her eyes smiled with her mouth. Since she knew her, Emily always made sure to think out something entertaining and romantic for them, she always remembered every little detail. She was respectful, but made her moves, and she knew what she wanted, but she took things slow for Y/N's liking.

However, as Y/N looked at her, she didn't want to take things so slow anymore.

"Maybe we can have a barbeq..." Emily wanted to say, but Y/N caught her in the middle of the sentence, and pulled her into a kiss.

Emily was surprised, but only for a moment. The next she pulled Y/N closer by the hips, and returned the kiss. Their lips worked in sync, like they were made for each other. Emily's lips were as soft as Y/N always had imagined since the first time she saw her.

When they were out of breath they parted.

“Sorry.” Y/N started flustered “I don't know what got into me.”

"Hey, don't apologize. That was my best kiss ever." Emily smiled wide "Looks like you're not that shy when you don't want to be."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but only out of self-defense. She knew Emily was right.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Well, definitely not." Emily gave a quick kiss on her cheek “So, would you like a barbeque sometime?”

"Yeah, sure. Tell me where and when."

"You know, my colleague likes to cook, and he has a huge-ass-mansion." to Y/N's surprise now Emily was the shy one. She ducked her head to the side and bit her lip "I know we didn't call it official yet, but we've been meeting for months now, and I thought that maybe you could meet my team. They're always nagging me about being single." she added with a little smile to ease her own worry.

Y/N was touched by her words. She knew that for Emily her team was her family. She always talked about them kindly and devotedly, and they seemed to be good people.

"I'd be honored." she put her hand on her chest "We don't have to call it official for a meeting, but if it would make you feel better, then I have nothing against being your girlfriend."

“In this case, Y/N, would you come with me, and could I introduce you as my partner?” Emily asked with a big smile.

"Yes, and yes." Y/N said as she opened the door “Call me, partner.” she smiled from inside.

"I will, partner." Emily said softly before she left.

For the rest of the night both of them were jumping with joy, and neither of them could fall asleep easily.

#female reader #reader insert #wlw #criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x you

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thinking1bee · 3 days ago

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Such A Tease One Shot

Requested by unholyhelbig based off this

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Reader

Tags: FILTHY NASTY SMUT, CEO!Kate, Wife!Reader, PWP, Office Sex, Oral, Teasing, Heavy Edging, Some Angst (Not Between Reader and Kate), Strap Ons, Squirting, Fingering, Rough Sex, Sloppy Sex, Light Come Tasting, Degradation, Praise, Emotional Sex, Body Worship, John Walker Being a Whole Asshole, Slight Dacryphilia, Light Mention of a Belly Bulge, Praise, Degradation, Kate Talks R Through It, 18+ Audience

Word Count: 14.1K

Everything Taglist: @ara-a-bird @iliketozoneout @unholyhelbig @owloftheshadows

A/N: @unholyhelbig got me writing this filth in broad daylight ya'll 😩. Ask and you shall receive. If any of you know me in real life, on god, you don't 😭

Kate couldn’t stop the exhausted sigh that blew past her lips when she sat back in her luxurious office chair. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing, but she was far from a joyous mood. Today was a long day, and she was sad to say that it was nowhere close to being over. The morning started off dreadfully. The networking system that kept Bishop Security running went down for an hour. That halted everything else, plus her ability to do her job. Some security systems that were connected to that network bugged, and IT was still working on fixing the mess it made. By extension, Kate received word that her customers were also being affected, and customer service had been slammed ever since. It was just approaching noon, and Kate was in her massive office, a space that was more for show and opulence than anything else. She teetered between boredom and irritability, a restlessness that she couldn’t shake eating at her and making her jittery.

She was in another conference. Another one, pointless. She muted her end of the line while the call droned on and on. It’d been almost an hour of the shareholders bickering amongst themselves, and Kate checked out 45 minutes into the call. All things considered, she lasted substantially longer than any other meeting she’s survived before. She wasn’t missing out on anything important, just a group of men trying to out piss each other in the business world.

Since taking over Bishop Security, this was what her days were turning into. Just hours of being lectured by her mother about responsibility, and hours more of being talked over by decrepit, old men who were too worried about their money and not about their health. This wasn’t what Kate was hoping for when she became CEO of her mother’s company. She was hoping for a more hands-on approach instead of attending meeting, after meeting… after meeting…

after slow, torturous meeting.

She hadn’t known that this was what she was signing herself up for. Kate was more of a figurehead than a pioneer. She didn’t know that she was going to be an over glorified icon, just a mascot for the business and a sigil of morale. The last one was the joke of the century. This was the most burnt out that Kate had ever felt. Even now, she felt so drained, as if she got up and took a step, she’d collapse onto the floor. At this point, the job kept the money flowing, the customers safe, and the shareholders happy. If nothing else, there was, at least, that.

… sometimes.

“Mrs. Bishop???”

A grating voice cut through her thoughts, and Kate flinched at the way the volume seared through her eardrums. She blinked once. Then twice. Her office came back into focus after zoning out for so long. The call was now quiet, with the exception of the background noise from various different receivers that were crackling with sounds.

“Bishop!”

Kate sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, her eyes closing as another sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her. It was more trouble than it was worth having to pretend to listen to whatever the hell this was. Her mother’s shareholders knew good and damn well that she didn’t want to be here. And maybe that was the problem. With them having this knowledge, Kate couldn’t help but think that they went out of their way to make these conferences as mentally taxing as possible.

They were petty as hell.

That same voice growled her name again, and Kate groaned. She slapped at the unmute button before leaning forward to rest her elbows on the polished mahogany wood of her desk.

“What?!”

Her voice came out harsher than she intended, but she wasn’t apologetic about it. There was no sense in pretending, to be either listening or sorry, especially when these men have demonstrated more than once that they would tear her apart if she showed any weakness whatsoever. John Walker, a man she would personally castrate herself if it weren’t for the laws of man, scoffed.

“Have you listened to a word we’ve said???”

Kate was convinced that her mother went to hell herself to exhume Walker. There was no other place on earth to find a human being that could get on her nerves quite like he did. Walker was handcrafted by the devil himself, and whatever circle he crawled out of to get here, he was Kate’s problem now. She audibly groaned and he snickered.

“Unless you’ve argued about something other than this damn business contract, then no. I am not listening.”

Walker had the gall to laugh. “Wonderful person Eleanor picked to take over your father’s business.”

Kate sat up straight, the blatant insult making her bristle more than it should. It wasn’t the first time the topic of her status has come up, and it certainly won’t be the last. Normally, Kate wouldn’t care, but when it’s out of Walker’s mouth, something akin to defensiveness would flare to life inside of her without fail. It was stupid. She had nothing to prove, and ever since Bishop Security became her responsibility, the company has never done better. This fiscal year was the highest grossing year to date, and if things progressed as they were, then Kate was going to be the most successful CEO since Tony Stark.

The defensiveness may have less to do with the company itself, and more to do with Walker’s jab at her mother’s choice to whom would take over her father’s company. Kate’s father was dead, had been so for years, and it was still a sore spot. The memory of him had been tainted the moment his shady and less-than-legal deals he’d made were unearthed after his death. He did everything to keep Bishop Security going when it was just a starter up. Eleanor had spent a better part of a decade cleaning up his mess and wanted to retire the moment the dust finally settled.

Now it was under Kate’s care. Her success was better than Walker’s, and with that in mind, she smirked.

“John, jealousy isn’t very becoming of you at your big age.”

A sound of a snort and a guffaw filled the speaker before the other members of the conference dissolved into raucous laughter. Kate couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her lips, but it was less out of amusement and more out of maliciousness.

“And this is bold talk for a man who had to declare bankruptcy twice in a row.”

“Now, hold on-!”

“Actually, if memory serves. It’s your merger with my company that’s keeping you from waiting in the unemployment line, and I can terminate that contract with a simple email.”

John was shocked into silence; the sounds of his furious and heated breathing barely heard over the laughter of the other conference members.

“Your mother…!”

“My mother isn’t here, Walker,” Kate responded with a flippant roll of her eyes. “But please feel free to bitch to her after we’re done.”

He usually did, and Kate knew. Now, John knew that she knew as well. Eleanor was not shy about name dropping him whenever he made a complaint, and Kate could only laugh as he blubbered incoherently.

“Let’s not be rash,” he tried, backtracking from his earlier words as nervousness began to set in. However, Kate laughed humorlessly. Her patience had effectively run dry, and he was shit out of luck. “Let's talk about this.”

“You can talk about this, Walker,” Kate spat before she slammed the phone back on the receiver, terminating the conference right there.

That was going to get her a call from her mother for sure, but a headache sank its claws into her head and burrowed itself deep. The silence that filled the office was what she needed right now. She let her head fall into her waiting hands, the pressure against her face doing very little to alleviate the increasing pain and discomfort. Kate considered ending her workday right there, the mood to finish anything that she came here to do completely gone. A familiar fatigue was settling into her bones as a weary sigh left her.

“What the fuck,” Kate groaned.

“Long day?”

Kate jumped, sitting up so fast that her head spun. Her eyes widened as she watched you close the door behind yourself and stroll closer to her. She hadn’t heard you enter her office. Kate hadn't known that you were coming over today. Her crystal blue eyes took you in, the alarm draining from her features as she gave you a genuine smile. She stood up to meet you as you got closer.

“Hey there beautiful,” she husked, her eyes taking you in again, but for a different reason entirely.

You knew that look and you smirked, your eyes twinkling at the effect that you were having on your wife. Maybe you were wearing her favorite outfit. Maybe you were wearing one of her expensive dress shirts. Maybe it was the oversized one, the one that was a size too big by design so that it could accommodate her muscular body. Maybe it was the one where the sleeves were currently rolled up to your elbows right now. Maybe it was the one that was a silk, royal purple, and maybe, there was one too many buttons undone just for her. It exposed most of your collarbones and the beginnings of your chest to her gaze, a gaze that was darkening with want and appreciation despite the exhaustion that you could see. You wore a pair of black slacks, the same pair that hugged you tightly enough that Kate could see the body that she fell in love with. Finally, on your feet were a pair of black dress shoes.

Kate loved it when you took her clothing. She loved it when she woke up to you wearing one of her flannels after she made love to you, or when you stole one of her old baggy shirts to wear while cleaning. Something about it made her feel possessive. It made her feel protective of you. Though no one else could know that the clothing you wore sometimes was hers, Kate knew, and that’s all she cared about. You were hers, and when she kissed you, she did so knowing that she was the lucky one in this marriage.

You gave her a smile, kissing her gently on the lips the moment Kate was close enough to you. Her arms wrapped themselves around your body loosely, but underneath the expensive material of her suit, you could feel her muscles ripple with every move. You gave her an expectant look, your previous question still unanswered. Kate cleared her throat and pressed another kiss against the column of your neck.

“I had a nice, riveting conversation with Walker again.”

Sarcasm, and you knew it. It was only noon, a fact that Kate tried hard to not dwell on again. The sun was almost at its highest point in the sky, and Kate was already so stressed. Still, you kissed her again, this time, with more fervor as you savored the taste of her on your lips. She always tasted so good. Like mint and something spiced. Expensive.

“You’re going to kill him one day,” you half joked, knowing that if the opportunity ever presented itself, Kate would more than likely act on it.

“You know where the bail money is.” She paused as she looked at you, truly taking you in, and noticed the bag in your hands. Kate quirked an eyebrow. “What brings you here today?”

You pouted. “I need a reason to come and see you?”

“You know that I will always want to see my wife, beautiful. You are, however, on the opposite side of the city, which means that you had to walk here. And while I know I’m good, I know that you wouldn’t commit to a commute like that unless you needed something, baby.”

Ever observant. That was Kate Bishop. You smiled as you held up the Chinese takeout in the bag. “You are good. I’m here for lunch and it seems like you need a break.”

“Trust me when I say you’re right on time,” Kate replied wholeheartedly. “It’s been a shit show all day.”

You made yourself comfortable beside Kate, her desk long enough to fit you both as you unpacked the food and turned towards her.

“Tell me about it?”

Kate didn’t need another invitation. The moment the words were out of your mouth, Kate was already ranting about her day. You listened attentively, commenting when appropriate but otherwise silent as Kate aired the frustrations of her day. By the time you were caught up, lunch was already finished and the trash disposed of. Now, you sat beside Kate on a spare chair she had in her office and rested your head in your hand.

“I’m sorry that you’re going through all of that, baby girl,” you empathized seriously.

Kate smiled and gave you another kiss on your lips. Her headache dissipated the moment she ate and drank something. Kate hadn’t realized how hungry and dysregulated she was until she finally had the time to slow down and think. You being here with her helped and she rested a strong hand on your thigh. You reveled in the comfort of her warm touch, humming contentedly as you looked into her eyes. The blue housed within them were crystal clear and bright, unlike the stormy blue and gray they were when you first arrived. It made you happy knowing that she was feeling so much better.

“You know that I love you, right?”

Kate beamed, looking every bit like a puppy that just received praise. The hand that was on your thigh slowly slid up, her touch and the pressure behind it tantalizing as you chuckled and nibbled your lower lip.

“I hope you know that I love you too, baby,” she husked.

Her fingertips, feather light and scorching hot through your clothes, painted a teasing trail up your thigh, against your hip, and further up still. Kate caressed you, treasuring you, her hand worshiping you as much as it could, her touches respectful and addicting at the same time. A shiver ran down your spine, the reaction not going unnoticed to your wife as you watched her with anticipation. Her smile turned into a cocky smirk. You were always reactive, a characteristic about you that Kate adored. You were just about to retort, no doubt saying something quick witted and sassy, if she hadn’t chosen that exact moment to wrap her strong hand gently around your throat.

You choked on whatever you were about to say, the words disappearing along with your ability to think.

Kate wasn’t holding you hard. She was as gentle as ever, your safety at the forefront of her mind always. Her hand was secure, the bulk of her palm resting closer to your collarbones so that she didn’t hurt you. Her fingertips rested against the sides of your neck, the pressure of them firm and even. Kate could feel your pulse pick up, the thundering of your blood and the warmth of your skin making her lick her lips hungrily as her gaze flitted between your eyes and mouth. You could feel that small inkling of aroused fuzziness blanket your mind, and you laughed breathlessly as Kate pulled you closer.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” you asked, your voice quiet and breathless with the promise of something sinful.

Kate could see the fire dancing in your eyes. At the same time, they grew darker as your pupils expanded. You watched her raptly, your teeth sinking deeper into the soft, fleshy part of your lip. Kate’s nostrils flared, something inside of her snapping as she suddenly surged forward and pressed a hungry kiss against you.

You knew what you were doing. Biting your lip in front of Kate was teasing her with something she wished to do herself, and you were excited to hear her grunt and her teeth bite gently into your lower lip. It was fun to rile her up, to tease her, to make her so frustrated that you could see her eyes darken more with frustration.

“I’m already having a frustrating day, baby girl,” Kate growled before she pressed another hungry kiss against your lips. “You’re really going to frustrate me more?”

You giggled and kissed her back, nipping her lips in return. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Kate smirked. You were being coy, and as much as she loved your brattish tendencies, she was a little beyond humoring you today. She stood up slowly, her hand around your neck guiding you to do the same. Your lips parted slowly as you watched Kate’s muscles ripple within her forearm.

You were always addicted to her strength. Kate was strong and had been so since she was a teen. Years of sports and karate would do that to someone, and you regularly took advantage of it by goading Kate into manipulating your body in any way that she liked while she fucked the life out of you. You loved it when she pinned you down. You loved the feeling of being trapped. You loved it even more when Kate was the one to do it.

Kate Bishop was a beautiful woman, and you loved her body in its entirety. You loved all the parts that were soft, all the places on her body that were sensitive and tender. Those were the same places that needed to be worshipped with soft caresses and gentle kisses. You adored all the places that radiated strength, the parts of her that strengthened when she flexed. Those were the places that you loved to sink your teeth into, to run your nails on, to carve your love into her and sooth it all with a kiss afterwards.

It was why Kate was having this effect on you. Your smirk weakened as she kicked away both chairs and led you backwards until your ass pressed against her wooden desk. Your hands shot out behind you to press against the sturdy surface in an attempt to steady yourself. Her leg slipped in between yours, the muscle pressing against your core. Heat against heat. And you couldn’t stop the small hiss of breath that passed between clenched teeth. You shuddered, your eyes fluttering when the pressure of her flexing muscle caused your clit to pulse. Her free hand grabbed you by the hip and held you steady to her. Even through your slacks, her touch was scorching. It burned in all the right ways, your body and soul drawn to her and only her. You swallowed the developing dryness in your throat and released another shaky breath. You could feel the way your underwear pressed against your heat, could feel the way your molten desire smudged and soaked into the cotton. It was embarrassing just how fast Kate could turn you on, and when her harsh laughter filled your ears, you knew that she could feel your body’s reactions through your shared clothing.

“You’re so beautiful,” Kate breathed as she pressed more kisses, sloppier now, against you. “My gorgeous, little slut.”

You released an unsteady breath you hadn’t known that you were holding, your eyes finally slipping shut as bliss and ecstasy coursed through your veins. Kate was smiling, her straight, white teeth glinting in the sunlight. You were gone, already in a headspace that only she could put you in. She had never seen you so relaxed, pliant, and receptive, and Kate nosed her way passed the opening of your shirt to press more kisses against the soft, exposed skin there. Her hand, the one on your hip, began to caress its way to the button on your slacks. One of your own moved away from the desk, your fingers tangling into Kate’s long, dark, and wavy tresses. The moment you used her to hold yourself steady, you urged her on. Some desperateness bled into your movements, and if you were able to think straight, you’d have the decency to be a little embarrassed. Kate chuckled throatily, the sound the biggest turn on of your life, and it was your only warning before you felt teeth sink into the supple skin of your upper chest.

You gasped, your head falling back while Kate’s grip around your neck tightened. Her teeth never breached past skin, but it hurt deliciously. Ached delightfully. Stung sinfully. Kate could feel the warmth of your blood rushing to collect just under the surface of skin, satisfaction blooming in her chest when she felt her mark form. Her thigh was rocking into your center, and you released another heavy breath that puffed right past Kate’s ear. Kate kept going, her cheeks hollowing and her tongue laving against you earnestly as the bruise turned a slight shade darker.

Good luck covering this one with concealer.

“A-Are we really doing this right here?” you asked shakily, and Kate pulled away to look at you, her lips parting from your body with a soft smack.

The mark glistened with Kate’s spit, the teeth marks fading slowly but the deep crimson of the hickey settling itself on you. She raised an eyebrow, her smirk wide and her expression knowing as she regarded you lightly and with mirth. This wasn’t the first time that she’s had sex with you inside of her office. There had been enough quickies in here to put a high school bathroom to shame. Fingers, lips, tongue. Giving. Receiving. It didn’t matter. The desk, the walls, the chairs, and everything else in between were christened thoroughly, and the look on Kate’s face was enough of an answer.

Something about this didn’t feel rushed. It was why you felt the need to ask. Kate went out of her way to leave a bruising mark on your skin. Normally, she did just enough to have you coming in her hold, before she kissed you and sent you off with the promise of more when she got home later in the day. You weren’t asking because it wasn’t obvious. You were asking because you wanted to know just how far she was willing to take this. How much was she willing to risk in a building full of people? Just because Eleanor wasn’t the CEO anymore didn’t mean that she didn’t have any pull within the company. She was not above firing her own daughter, and while you and Kate could be discreet, someone would know what was going on when you were in here longer than usual.

“With your permission, baby, of course I want to do this.”

You thought about it, your arms shaking with lust and the effort needed to hold yourself up as Kate sucked another mark onto your skin. She was meticulous, thorough. She was tasting you like she was starving, her tongue threatening to make your eyes roll when you imagined it on other parts of your body. As much as you wanted Kate to do anything and everything to you, something else made you hesitate. An idea, small and devious, breathed to life, and you knew that Kate wouldn’t appreciate this at all. At the same time, this was worth whatever retaliation that she’d concoct, and before you could really think it through, you flipped her around.

Kate flinched when you gently guided her to lean against the desk, her body occupying the space you once had, as her eyes widened at the sudden change in positions. She was just about to say something, her hands grabbing your hips, but you kissed her before that could happen, before she could ask or say anything that would give away what you were about to do.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered against her lips. You cupped her cheek and kissed her again, this time, deeper.

You angled her head to deepen it, to let your tongue steal tastes of her. Kate whimpered, actually whimpered against you, her eyes fluttering shut while she nodded her consent. You let your lips wander, your kisses getting messier and sloppier as you explored her skin like the countless times you’ve done before. You’ve mapped out every scar, every freckle, every mark, and loved them all the same. You’ve buried your teeth into her, the ghost of your heated breaths still making goosebumps appear on her flesh every time you were intimate. Every part of Kate Bishop was perfect to you. There was nothing about her that was undeserving of love and reverence. Every time you kissed her, you did so with admiration in your gaze and with deference in every touch.

You held her tightly, confidently, your movements sure and precise as saliva slicked her skin and yours. You unbuttoned her shirt, allowed the cotton to slip down perfect skin to bunch around her arms. Kate let her head fall back, her breaths deepening as you continued to press more messy kisses down her body. You wanted her naked. You wanted to undress her desperately and touch her in every way that would make you happy and lucky to have her, but you didn’t have the time, and this wasn’t the place. You briefly lamented in the loss, but kept going, your hands untucking her undershirt and reaching for her belt. You caressed her, encouraged by the sounds of Kate’s deepening breaths. You could feel the way her abs twitched as you pushed the shirt out of the way and kissed them. The muscles coiled under your touch, the skin warming as you dragged your tongue over them.

Kate released a quiet and breathy sigh, her hand reaching up to rest on your head as you sank to your knees. She didn’t do it to guide you, or to take control of you. It was to ground herself with the feel of your body. The warmth of your hair soaked into her palm, and a blissed smile overtook her features as she began to gently scratch your scalp with her short fingernails. Your hands undid her belt, the expensive leather loosening as you grabbed her slacks and pulled them down. The same thigh that was once pressed against your core flexed under your touch. You pressed another kiss against her, reveling in the way Kate was struggling to remain quiet.

You loved moments like these. When things weren’t rushed or desperate, where you could take your time and touch Kate with devotion. You loved to worship her, to let her know just how beautiful and handsome she truly was. You switched between her legs, sucking marks of your own onto her. These were special, placed only in spots that you and Kate would be able to see, like a shared secret. Your teeth sank into quivering muscle before your cheeks hollowed, and your tongue flattened. Kate’s jaw clenched, a slight breathy sigh leaving her as the grip on her desk and the one in her hair tightened. You smiled, your tongue laving over the tender area as you gazed at her lovingly.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you praised. Kate blushed, a fine dusting of pink coloring her cheeks while her fingers carded through your hair gently.

She didn’t respond, but she didn’t need to. Her smile was reward enough. It was dopey and lopsided, showcasing teeth so radiant that based on looks alone, you would have assumed that Kate was a goddess. But you were done with your teasing. You could smell her, could smell just how wet she was for you. You inhaled softly, the musk of her desire making your mouth water. There was already a sizable wet patch staining her boy shorts. Your hands massaged her thighs as you hummed.

“Look how wet you are for me, baby” you purred, and Kate nodded as she widened her legs.

“Only for you.”

You nodded, agreeing with her. Not out of cockiness, but from a place of appreciation. It was an appreciation for the way Kate trusted you to see her like this. She was utterly wrecked, open, and vulnerable. In a world where openness and vulnerability were vilified, it was hard for Kate to let people in, to be open in the presence of power and bureaucracy. But you? You were different. Of course you wouldn’t be the people Kate had to interact with on a daily basis. You were so much more. You were her wife, her partner, the person she bared her soul to, the one she married. The one she loved irrevocably. The one she would end the world for if you so much as asked. You were the one that challenged her to look outside of her upbringing, past the grief and pain of loss and death. Without you, Kate would never know true love. Even in this way, she was lucky. It was already a blessing to be the one to make you orgasm so hard that you’d see stars, but to be on the receiving end of your reverence, of your desire?

Sometimes, it really did take her breath away. Just like now, when Kate felt your tongue press against her core. It was over her underwear, but that didn’t stop the soft and quiet moan that fell from her lips. The taste of her caused you to sigh, your hands gripping her thighs tighter as the little wetness you licked coated your tongue.

“Fuck…” you breathed, your eyes fluttering as you savored her.

It was all her. All Kate Bishop. A taste that could never be fully described, but one you still knew intimately. It was overwhelming in the best way as you rested your head on her thigh. Kate laughed breathlessly.

“Even when in control, you’re still such a bottom.”

You smirked because that wasn’t the issue. In any situation, no matter what, you would always be Kate’s bottom. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that you were rapidly losing control over yourself. The heated breaths tearing through parted lips had nothing to do with your rising heart rate. The tips of your fingers gripped her until something inside of you snapped. Your head snapped up, your hungry gaze meeting her blown eyes as a hand fisted her underwear and yanked them down and remove them. Your other hand wrapped around her thigh to throw her leg over your shoulder.

Kate didn’t even have a chance to take a breath.

Your tongue split her open, the muscle flat and firm as it parted through sopping flesh. Fuck! She coated you in desire immediately, the warmth of her wetness smudging on your chin, cheeks, tongue, and the tip of your nose. You swallowed her down greedily, moaning as well as you continued to pleasure her.

“You’re so fucking wet, Katie.”

Kate couldn’t answer. She only nodded rapidly, her grip in your hair tightening as you dove back into her. Despite eating her like a woman starved, you continued to take your time, your tongue not caressing any of the places that Kate needed it to. Still, when you sank into her center, Kate’s eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head as she clenched her jaw. You went on like that, licking, sucking, and tasting all of her, but not giving her the pleasure she truly needed to satisfy the growing ache in between her legs. It didn’t stop her from getting wetter, that’s for sure. The sounds, besides your shared, heavy breathing, were obscene and criminal. Wet squelches began to fill the air, every pass of your tongue against her body more sinful than the last.

Kate’s chest heaved and she let her head tip back until the full expanse of her flushed throat was exposed.

“Please, baby. Please. Don’t tease me.”

You looked at her, the sounds of her begging like music to your ears. From between her legs and with your mouth buried deep into her molten center, you took in the blissed expression on her face. You looked at the cute furrow of her eyebrows. You took in the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed thickly, the muscles within her neck working fluidly with every movement. Her mouth opened and closed, torn between succumbing to the pleasure and risking her reputation, or staying silent and in control.

You were going to make that decision for her when you readjusted her body to move the flat expanse of your tongue against her clit.

You felt it pulse, the thump of blood and the rush of heat through it calling out to you like a siren, and Kate’s thighs tensed the moment you suckled on it. Despite trying to hold it back, a small moan fell through parted lips.

“Oh my god, baby. Yes.”

You hummed your affirmation, the vibrations striking through her like a bolt of lightning. She arched her back in pleasure, her fingers now wicking through your hair to guide you as she pulled you closer. You started with gentle sucks, pulling her clit tenderly past your lips to shower it with steady licks. Then, you let it go to swirl your tongue around it steadily. That was the one. Kate’s breath hitched the moment she felt your tongue swirl against her expertly, the muscle causing her thighs to clench and her abs to flex as she fought to keep quiet.

You smirked knowing that if you were home, Kate would be a moaning mess. She tended to be a bit more vocal than you, so you knew that what you were doing to her now certainly wasn’t helping. Kate’s hips began to rock against your face, and you teased her pussy with your fingers. Swiping through the mess you were making of her, you started off easy with two, just to make sure that she was safe and comfortable. You pulled away, syrupy strings of her desire connecting you to her as you panted, your eyes not leaving hers once as you put those two fingers in your mouth. With quick swipes of your tongue, you coated them in a mixture of saliva and arousal, lubing them thoroughly before removing them from your mouth. Gently, you eased yourself inside Kate.

She moaned again, gutturally, deeply, the volume increasing slightly as you curled your fingers just right. You pressed against her, your fingers finding that perfect spot with practiced precision before pulling out and fucking them back into her. Kate panted, her core sucking you in gluttonously, like her body couldn’t get enough. The warm heat of her trembling body enveloped you, clenching, her come squelching, dripping onto you. The sight alone made your mouth water profusely. You ached for another taste of her, to drink Kate down until all you could think of was her.

But not yet.

She was clenching around you harder now, a sheen of sweat blossoming to life over her flawless skin. Kate was gasping, her pathetic attempt at swallowing her moans making her somehow louder than if she didn’t hold herself back. You slowed your movements but didn’t stop. A teasing smile, one still covered in her, shiny and slick, spread across your cheeks.

“Be quiet, babes. As much as I love the way that you sound, everyone in the building is still here.”

Kate grunted before she nodded profusely. She licked her lips, the tip of her pink tongue polishing kiss swollen flesh before she clenched her jaw shut. You kissed her inner thigh, both a tease and a reward, before you went back to fucking her with your hand. Most of Kate’s body was supported by the desk. One of her legs remain resting on your shoulder. Your other hand made sure to hold her other leg open for you, so that you could have unrestrained access to her.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Kate,” you whispered, utterly enthralled by the look and feel of her body in your hold. “Fuck.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, your teasing even grating against your own patience when you leaned forward. Immediately, your tongue pressed against her clit, the pressure firm and torturous. Kate’s reaction was to bite her tongue. Her sharp molars threatened to slice the muscle, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care when she felt you drag your tongue against her. She didn’t care when you suckled her clit into your mouth, and she certainly didn’t care when you trapped the bundle of nerves in between soft and plump lips, just to secure her in place, before you swirled your tongue in perfect circles over it.

Kate was wrecked.

Nails dug into polished wood. Her thighs began to shake. Trembling and unsteady breaths exited her through flared nostrils. You knew that she was about to come. Having learned her tells intimately, you knew that she could feel the growing heat and pressure of her mounting ecstasy. You knew with the way her back arched so slightly, with the way her abs flexed and relaxed with every laborious breath. You knew with the way her hips were grinding into your face, the way her desire was now dripping down your chin and neck. You struggled to swallow it all, not wanting any of it to go to waste. Kate let her head tip back, her long hair swaying with the movements of her body. Her throat was exposed, the muscles and flesh moving and bobbing with every desperate gulp of air.

Kate was so close.

Between the obscene sounds of her juices, the way her pussy clenched around your fingers, and the way more and more blood was rushing to her clit, Kate was surely going to fall over the edge. Small pants, ones that choked back the full force of her moans, did little to compete against the sounds emanating between her spread legs. Just a little more. Another sure curl of your fingers. Another sinful swirl of your tongue…just another second.

And then the phone rang.

Harsh. Dissonant. Loud. It completely shattered the lustful atmosphere that you and Kate cocooned yourself in, and Kate? She swore. The expletive the final swing of the executioner's sword on this moment. Nothing about it was hot. It clearly held every molecule of frustration that Kate felt.

“Keep going, please,” she rushed out. “I was almost there.”

You looked at her, your smile now transforming into a smirk. This was all a part of your plan. It was mean. It was so, so mean, but this couldn’t have worked out better even if you planned on being interrupted. To edge Kate, to see and hear the frustration and slight anger in her voice, it excited you. It meant that she was going to take that frustration out on you in the most delicious way. It meant that you would be at her mercy, and that was the only true way to get Kate Bishop to relax. She needed to fuck the anger, and irritation, and frustration out of her system.

And you did love being her stress outlet.

So, you leaned forward, pressing a gentle and loving kiss against her clit. You enjoyed the brief flash of hope, of appreciation, before you squashed it completely by removing your fingers and standing up.

“Sorry, baby,” you began before you sucked your fingers into your mouth. You made a show of it, savoring her, sighing contentedly as you cleaned yourself up. You removed your fingers when you could taste nothing but your own saliva, and they left your mouth with a lewd, wet pop. “I know that’s your mother.”

Realization, and the slightest notes of betrayal, darkened her eyes and made her mouth drop. You eased her underwear back up into place, fixing them with soft touches and more presses of your sticky lips against her sweaty thighs.

“Are you being serious?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, doing nothing but smudging the residual traces of her slick across flushed skin, before you leaned passed her to press a button on her phone. Immediately, the call went to speaker, a voice cutting through the audio.

“Katherine. Elizabeth. Bishop!”

Oooof. That was going to be a tough phone call.

“Why is Walker bitching to me on the other line???” Eleanor demanded.

You took that as your cue, kissing Kate’s slacked lips as you gathered your things and made your way towards the door. Kate stared at you, her expression full of disbelief as you blew her another kiss and whispered to her that you loved her. You closed the door to her office with finality, opening it just enough to slip out so that her workers wouldn’t get a good look at her disheveled state. Kate continued to stare, the thump of her blood and the aching pulse of dissatisfaction between her legs stunning her. It wasn’t until her mother snapped, her daughter’s silence and Walker’s complaints pushing her over the edge of patience, that Kate blinked back to reality.

“Kate!”

Kate released a slow breath before she bent over to grab her pants and put them back on. She reached to her office phone, transferred the call to her personal cell and grabbed her keys.

“What are you doing?” Eleanor demanded when she heard the jingle of metal and the sounds of movement through the receiver.

“I need to make a pit stop home,” was all she said, her voice flat.

Eleanor couldn’t see the color of tumultuous blue overtake her daughter’s eyes. She couldn’t see the way Kate clenched her fist around her keys, the sharpened points of metal digging painfully into calloused skin. Kate was a woman on a mission. After the day she had, there was no way that she was going to let that go.

She didn’t bother with fixing her appearance. Kate left the building as she was. When she reached her car in the garage, she turned it on and peeled out of the parking spot, the sharp squeal of rubber on cement echoing vociferously in the air. She shifted gears fluidly, her feet switching between the gas and clutch as she raced home.

Kate already knew what she was going to do. She patched the call through her sports car as she drove.

“Walker is about to be shit out of luck if he doesn’t stop,” she spat as she weaved through traffic.

+++

You knew the text for what it was: a trap. You parked your car next to hers before taking out your phone and rereading her message again. Kate sent it to you over an hour ago, asking for you to come back to her office at the end of the day. There wasn’t an “I love you”. She didn’t add any emojis. It was just that one simple message. Short, sweet, and to the point.

And you knew that when you walked into her office, you would be entering the lion’s den.

You ran home and showered, washing off the weight of the workday before returning to Kate. You still opted to wear the same clothes, but you changed your undergarments to freshen up altogether. Now, you were sitting in the car, your heart thundering in your chest from either nervousness or excitement. You couldn’t figure it out as you pocketed your phone.

When you entered the building, the first thing you noticed was that it was empty. You looked around, and not a single soul was in sight. Not even the nightly patrol guards. You could drop a pin right now, and it would be the loudest object in the hallway. If it weren’t for the fact that you knew Kate was here, this would be eerie and creepy as hell. You’ve never seen the building this empty, especially not in the evening or at night. The sun was descending below the horizon, notes of orange and pink dusting the sky as it transitioned from day to night. You immediately beelined for the elevator, taking it to the top floor and entering Kate’s office with little hesitation.

She sat there, her eyes focused as she typed, her upper body barely visible behind the computer screen she worked behind. Though her eyes didn’t look up from her task, a bright smile did illuminate her face.

“Hey, honey. Glad that you’re able to make it.”

You hesitated, a look of suspicion twisting your features as you took the few steps needed to reach her side. This wasn’t the reaction you were expecting to receive for your earlier antics. Kate hated to be edged. Actually, correction. Kate hated to be edged if it meant she didn’t receive her gratification immediately afterwards. She told you that the ache and the need messed with her ability to concentrate on work, and what you did was stack more frustration on top of what she already felt from earlier in her day. You would have thought that Kate would be livid right now. Instead, she greeted you calmly…suspiciously calm…and you looked at her with a knowing expression. Not everything was what it seemed.

The closer you got to your wife, the more you noticed that she showered too. You could see it mostly in her hair. It looked softer, like she washed it and let it air dry. The waves cascaded neatly down her back, a feat that still made you jealous of her to this day. Your hair could never. Kate was also in a suit, a different one from earlier in the day. It was darker, almost a chestnut color, with small, thin, white stripes running down the length of her pants and suit jacket. Underneath, she wore a white, pressed dress shirt and a black and white polka dot tie. It was an antiquated look, but a look that suit her perfectly. You could smell her cologne. Expensive and spiced, like aged wood and liquor.

“Are you okay?” you asked her slowly, taking in the report she was typing and her relaxed features.

“I’m fine,” she answered, and you could hear the honesty in her voice. “I have one more meeting and then I’m hoping that we can spend some time together.”

You laughed, the shaking in your chest caught between incredulousness and nervousness.

“So you’re not mad?”

Kate smiled, as smooth and sweet as honey. “No baby. I’m hoping that you wouldn’t mind sticking around for the meeting though.”

“No, of course not.”

Kate finished her report, sent it off to where it needed to go, before pushing away from her desk. Her legs were spread, the material of her pants bunched around her hips and upper thighs. You were none the wiser to anything going on, though your defenses weren’t a hundred percent lowered. You would admit that you weren’t prepared for what was going to happen next.

“There’s just one more thing that I need for you to do for me, if that’s okay?”

You nodded and watched as she stood up. Her hands went to her belt, and you smirked, assuming that she’d want to pick up from where you both left off at lunch.

You couldn’t be any more wrong.

When Kate’s pants dropped, you were greeted with something that made your breath hitch. She was packing, a strap already secured around her hips. The harness, a black jock strap with a small pride flag embroidered closer to her upper hip, was fastened and secured to her body. What made you gulp nervously, however, was the sight of the dildo. It was a gradient purple. Not surprising for Kate. But it was thick. Perhaps too thick in comparison to anything you’ve taken in the past. It was girthy, at least the width of four of Kate’s strong fingers, and it was round. The toy itself was shaped, vaguely, like a penis, but it was smooth all around. It had no defining characteristics to give it a realistic look. No. The head of it was bulbous, and resting on the top were two humps, back to back. The first hump, near the head, was smaller than the second, which sat closer to Kate.

You watched with widening eyes as Kate removed her suit jacket and hung it on the back of her chair. Then, she undid the buttons to the cuffs of her dress shirt, rolling the sleeves up to her elbows to ensure they stayed out of her way. You watched as her hand wrapped around the toy to stroke it up and down. The silicone was soft and malleable. Kate wasn’t fisting it hard to make it move in the way that she wanted, but what caught your attention was that she could barely and comfortably wrap her entire hand around it. Only her middle and ring fingers were touching her thumb with every lazy pass of her fist. That’s it. You tried to swallow the developing nervous pit in your throat with little luck.

“I thought-” you began, but your voice failed you when Kate motioned you towards her with the crook of her finger. “I thought that you weren’t mad?”

“I’m not,” she answered with a sly smile. “I don’t need to be mad at you to want to get even.”

Touché. You approached her with faltering steps, and the moment that you were close enough, Kate took your hand.

“Baby, I don’t think that’s going to fit inside of me,” you confessed nervously.

Up close, it was much, much thicker. You wondered where Kate could have found such a dildo outside of a gag gift store. Kate chuckled, the sound teetering on the edge of harsh as she looked at you and took her seat back in her chair.

“Don’t you worry about that, baby girl. It’s my job to make it fit. But we’re getting too ahead of ourselves.”

She sat back in her chair, making herself comfortable as you stood in between her spread legs. Her hands went to her shirt and unbuttoned the garment until you saw nothing but abs and her sports bra. She took off the tie and flung it to the side carelessly, but she didn’t make any moves to remove anything else. Kate let it hang open as she looked at you expectantly.

In this moment, Kate had never looked so fucking good. She leaned to the side and rested her chin in her open hand. She was the picture of unrestrained masculinity as her smirk settled into something confident. Her chest rose and fell lightly, her body at ease as the strap she donned sat intimidatingly between her legs. Though you’ve never taken a toy this size, you were always ready for a challenge. Already, you could feel yourself growing wet at the prospect of sitting on her lap. You set down your keys, and unbuttoned your own shirt, matching her state of undress as your free hand undid your slacks.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked.

Kate’s smirk widened. “I want you to get on your knees and suck me off. Think you can handle that?”

You didn’t answer her. You didn’t have to. You followed her directions, seamlessly slipping onto your knees in between her legs. Your hand wrapped around the dildo, and to your surprise, it was softer than what its size would suggest. The silicone was pliable, the material easily conforming and changing under your grip. It brought you more comfort knowing that it felt real. There was nothing more uncomfortable and off putting than getting fucked by something that felt like a foreign object. It easily bent under the force of your strength, but its malleability did little to quell the nervousness you felt about its size. You were lucky if you’d be able to swallow anything past the head, and you gave Kate a pointed stare. She looked at you, her gaze soft and patient as she carded her fingers through your hair.

“We’ll go your pace. As always.”

That made you smile. One thing that you loved about Kate was that she always made you feel safe. Her words settled something in you, put you at ease. Never once has she forced you to do something you’ve never wanted to do. To hear the verbal reassurance that you were safe with her, always made the love you feel for her throb in your chest. You leaned forward to place an all-consuming kiss on her lips before pulling away. Then, you kept eye contact with your wife as you leaned forward and placed a sloppy kiss on the head of her cock. Kate sighed, the view of you sucking her off more erotic than she was prepared for it to be.

Starting off slow, you wrapped your lips around the head, your tongue swirling around it as the taste of clean silicone filled your mouth. It was big, your jaw already struggling to accommodate it, but you relaxed. Your head bobbed up and down as you worked on taking more. Kate sat there, her breaths growing deeper as she watched you move your mouth and hand in tandem. You were doing so well, the soft swallowing noises, the slurps, and the choking sounds you were making were like music to her ears. Eventually, she watched you pull away, your swollen lips coated in your own shiny spit. Kate watched as you closed your mouth and worked your jaw. You swirled your tongue, gathering a glob of saliva that you spat on her cock, the fluid dribbling down the silicone until you wrapped your hand around it and spread it around. Every pass of your fist, and every wet squelch that you made, made Kate’s toes curl, her nostrils flaring as she fought to control herself.

She watched you, her eyes focusing, but no words passing through clenched lips as you took the toy back into your mouth and swallow as much as you could. You gagged, and then slurped, your hand meeting you in the middle as you bobbed your head up and down. You could smell Kate’s arousal, and assumed it was from earlier today when you edged her. However, when you moved your mouth up, your hand following in the same direction, it forced the dildo to shift in Kate’s harness. That’s when a few things happened all at once. First, Kate moaned. Unrestricted and guttural, her head falling back as her hips rose off the chair. Second, when the dildo shifted in your grip, you heard it. It was faint but unmistakable. The wet squelch of Kate’s sopping pussy. You paused, your eyes widening when you realized that the dildo was double ended, and that every move you made could be felt by her. You wouldn’t be able to see it, unless Kate really made a mess of herself, but you could hear it and smell it. That was enough for a devious smile to spread across your lips.

“I see why I’m down here now,” you husked before licking the underside of her cock.

Kate squirmed but she rose a flawless eyebrow. “This is for your benefit, sweetheart, not mine. At least, not yet. I plan on coming as deep inside of you as I can.”

You looked at her, the question written all over your face. If you weren’t doing this to make Kate come in your mouth, then why were you doing this at all? She answered you wordlessly, helping you to your feet and helping you undress completely. She was soft with her touches. Gentle. Tender. Reverent. Every part of you that was exposed to her, she kissed until it was just you. Just skin. Just your body. Just the amazing woman that she fell in love with. Her hands rested on your hips as she drank you in, her eyes wide and dark with want and lust.

“Gorgeous,” she breathed before she turned you around and away from her.

You knew what was coming next, and Kate was gentle and loving with you all the same. She parted your legs as you sat down, her hand holding the spit slicked dildo steady as she guided it towards your entrance. You could feel its softness against your center, the silicone cool while the growing, heated ache of being turned on beat in time with your heart. It scorched you from the inside out. Kate didn’t force you down. She waited, her lips pressing kisses against your sensitive back to ground you.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded, inhaling a deep breath as she guided you down. The head of her cock was fat, the tip of it catching against your entrance as Kate gently eased her way in. The toy gave way to the shape of your body easily, your core immediately clenching around it. The stretch was instantaneous, the delicious burn of it forcing a broken moan from you.

“Oh, god,” you whimpered as one inch, then two, then three, sank into your body.

You were stretched so wide open that it almost, almost, hurt, the intrusion making your eyes roll to the back of your head. It became apparent what those two humps were for, the ones that sat on top of the dildo. As more glorious inches sank into you, they pressed against your g-spot, and your pussy fluttered against the pressure they exerted within you. The head was buried deep, deep enough to cause another hungry ache to breathe to life inside of you. It consumed you, your body a slave to the feeling, and you found it hard to let the full weight of your body rest on Kate’s thighs. Not because you were scared that you were crushing her. Not because you were in pain, but because the pleasure was already so intense, already so overwhelming, that you couldn’t keep still, and Kate wasn’t even moving inside of you yet.

“Relax, baby,” Kate encouraged, her hands reaching around your body to play with your nipples.

The moment her fingers closed around them, you clenched around her again, another hitched breath getting caught in your chest. Heat and more want blanketed your body from the front, every gentle tweak of your nipple sending a pull of arousal straight to your core. The movement served its purpose when you truly leaned back against Kate, the weight of your back pressing flush against her bra and abs.

“That’s it,” she cooed. “That’s my girl.”

Kate rolled her hips experimentally, and you grabbed at her wrists. To pull her closer or push her away, you didn’t know. What you did know was that your brain short circuited the moment you felt her cock sink into you even further. It reached into places that have never been touched before, and it fucked against several spots of aching and deep pleasure inside of you. It hit them all at once, all simultaneously, and you couldn’t stop the gasp that fell from you. Kate smirked as she continued to play with your nipples. You were about to say something, but the ring of her office phone interrupted you.

“Here is what’s about to happen,” Kate said with clear authority in her voice. “You’re going to sit here and not say a word while I have this meeting. Do not move. Don’t you even so much as twitch. I have business to take care of, and once I’m done, you’ll have my undivided attention.”

A meeting? Fuck. This was a bad idea, and you were just about to stand up.

“Baby, I don’t think that’s a good idea-”

You got maybe an inch off her cock when you felt her hands grab your hips and force you back down. It sank back into you easily with the help of your dripping arousal. You coated the toy in no time at all, a ring of creamy white already forming around the base. You choked on your spit, the pleasure licking up your spine with a deadly amount of heat and electricity. Full. You felt so, so fucking full. It split you open, no part of you left untouched.

“I said no moving,” Kate reiterated with a wide smile on her face. She was enjoying this a little too much. “You can be my good little slut and be quiet, can you?”

“W-Who-” you tried, only to be interrupted by another lazy roll of Kate’s hips. You hissed, your hands grabbing blindly at whatever as you fought to ground yourself. “Who’s this meeting with?”

“Walker.”

Walker? John Walker??? Oh...

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You knew that cock warming Kate would be no easy task, but what you failed to take into account was that she had no intentions of making this even feasible for you.

This was the pay back that you were waiting for, and tears were streaming down your cheeks. An hour had passed. What Kate and Walker were talking about, you wouldn’t know, having lost your concentration after ten minutes. At first, you were determined to win this. You’ve done this before, having sat through more tedious conferences many times over, but your body was too overwhelmed by the toy that was buried deep into you. Kate would shift her hips, her body rearranging itself in her seat to find another comfortable position. How could something so small be such hell for you? Every shift of her body, and every breath that she took, pressed the humps of the toy against you. It didn’t take long for the whimpering to start. The first time it happened, you felt Kate pinch your nipple harshly, a torturous reminder for you to be quiet. You swallowed it all back, determined to see this to the end, but that was until you felt Kate’s free hand move towards your clit. You were already hanging on by a thread, but this was too much. You would have moaned, loudly, if Kate hadn’t anticipated it. The hand on your breast flew up to your mouth, and the next thing you knew, three of her fingers were a makeshift gag for you.

“Easy,” she whispered to you, just loud enough to be heard over Walker’s irritating voice.

She pressed the pads of her fingers against your tongue, and you focused on them, on literally anything else besides the roaring ache of fullness in between your legs. You thought that she wouldn’t do anything else, but, again, you were wrong. Her finger kept circling against your clit, your legs beginning to shake when you realized that the pressure was just enough to make you feel it, but not enough to bring you relief.

Kate went on like that for an hour. She never gave you any reprieve. The moment she felt your legs began to close, she used her own to open them back up and resume her teasing. Tears had stained your cheeks a while ago, salty tracks of wetness against splotchy cheeks made Kate smile as her mouth went back to the curve of your neck. She already sucked several bruising marks into your skin, the skin sensitive and raw with every pass of her tongue. They were deeper and darker than the ones that she left on your chest earlier today, and they ached in the same way that your pussy ached. The pain and the pleasure swirled around each other, a delicate dance of sensation that had you on the verge of leaning forward to end the call if that meant that you would get some relief right now.

Kate’s lap was an utter mess. You couldn’t tell if the fluid oozing out of you was come from orgasms you weren’t sure you were having, or if it was continuous arousal from Kate’s copious amounts of teasing. The line blurred forever ago, and based on the way your body was teetering on a precarious edge, you were inclined to believe the latter. An orgasm from this toy was going to make or break you, and you weren’t sure which would happen until it did.

“So, are we in agreement then?” Kate confirmed while another wet and sinful pass of her fingers against your bundle of nerves weakly filled the air.

She was kissing your tears away, her lips whispering words of encouragement and praise to you that only you could hear. And that was generous considering the loud rush of blood in your ears.

You squeezed her hand as you sucked on her fingers, the wet sensation between your legs increasing the more you leaked all over your wife. Your throat was covered in spit and marks. Your core shined and glimmered under the layer of arousal that clung to you like a second skin.

“Yes,” Walker answered begrudgingly.

Kate explained the situation to her mother. She told her how exactly Walker overstepped, and how his day almost ended with bankruptcy and a company about to go under. Once Eleanor learned of the specifics, she praised Kate for a job well done, a rare moment of congratulations for how Kate handled things, and told Walker that maybe he should watch his mouth before disrespecting the person that held him literally by the balls. It was what led to this phone call, John Walker’s version of a PR clean up.

If she had to be honest, Kate truly didn’t care for this. She easily could have rescheduled it for another day, but she didn’t want to pass up a chance at getting even with you. You were soaking her. Even without thrusting, she could feel how hard you were clenching around her. Your clit was engorged, the organ a pulsing red by now. The fact that you lasted this long was nothing short of spectacular. If the roles were reversed, she would have started fucking you with Walker on the line. Absolutely no fucks given. Kate held you closer, reassuring you as more tears of ache and want spilled down your cheeks.

“Excellent. As always, I do enjoy our little chats.” No, she didn’t. If you weren’t in this predicament, you would have scoffed at her blatant lie. “I’ll talk to you at the next conference.”

Kate didn’t let him answer. She reached passed you, your bodies shifting as she leaned forward. It forced the silicone to press against your upper wall, the muscles already tense with mounting energy that begged to be released. It forced you to squeeze your eyes closed, before she pressed on the button that ended the call. The moment there was silence, you sniffled, some of the tension bleeding from your body as you inhaled a shaky breath.

“Katie,” you began, your voice raw and your throat thick from swallowing down your sobs. “Please, baby. Please! Please!”

“It’s okay,” she cooed, genuinely wanting to soothe the ache within you.

She eased you up and moved you forward, your body still facing away from her and towards her desk. It became clear what she was about to do, and you let her bend you over the mahogany. The cool press of wood was a blessing against your scorching skin, but it wasn’t the relief that you were looking for. Salvation of that kind came from the woman behind you, the one that held your hips with strong hands.

“I have you, baby girl. Let me do the rest.”

You nodded, your lip worrying between your teeth. Kate didn’t ease you into things. She pulled out, simple as that, the pass of silicone against your sensitive walls making you hiss at the sensation. Without warning, she slammed back in, her hips pressing flush against yours as she buried the toy deep into you. You gasped, your back arching when an orgasm immediately ripped through you. There was no build up, no warning. Just the sudden feeling of falling over the edge as a broken moan filled the office. Kate didn’t stop. She wasn’t going to stop. She fucked you through your first orgasm of the night, the filthy wet sounds of your sopping pussy filling her office with sin and sex. Though it was sudden, your climax was intense. Your hand shot out to grab at Kate’s desk, and in doing so, knocked something off that clattered loudly on the floor. Every second that Kate edged you lit up your nerves like a 4th of July parade. A mixture of grunts and moans filled the air while another gush of your wetness spilled from between your legs. Kate’s hands caressed every inch of you, her skin grounding against yours.

“Fuck, gorgeous. That’s it,” Kate groaned. “You’re so beautiful when you come on my cock.”

The energy threatened to drown you alive, the texture of the dildo rubbing everything with such intensity that you couldn’t make a sound. Despite your lack of noise, the evidence of your pleasure was painted between the space you shared with Kate. You made a mess of her, your juices soaking into the harness. Wet slaps of skin against skin filled the air, every press of hips against yours smudging your gooey slick between your bodies.

Kate reveled in the absolute mess she made of you. Every time she pulled out, sticky strings of come connected you to her. Your flesh was red and puffy, the smell of your arousal filling her senses to the brim. Kate was drunk on it all. She was drunk on you. She swiped her fingers through your core, gathering your desire on her fingertips. Warm. Slick. All of it was you. Kate popped those fingers into her mouth, her eyes fluttering as she savored your taste.

Below her, you were gasping, your body liquified in a way you hadn’t felt before.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered as you tried to sit up.

Kate chuckled, the sound just dark enough to make you tense. “You didn’t think that I’d let you off that easy, did you?”

It was your only warning before you felt hands and sure strength flip you over. Instead of being on your stomach and faced away from Kate, you were now on your back while making eye contact with her. Her desk was in utter disarray. Not only did you knock things off the surface, but Kate’s rough fucking ensured that anything not secured to the top was now lying haphazardly on the ground. That included the computer monitor and the keyboard. The wood was wet with sweat and more, your juices smudging across the glossy mahogany. If Eleanor found out, not only would she be so viscerally disgusted, but she would be horrified to know what you and Kate put this desk through. It was expensive, worth more than any money you’d see in your own paycheck.

The speed in which you found yourself lying face up made you blink dazedly, and by the time your surroundings caught up with you, Kate was already sinking herself back into you. She watched, enraptured, as your center parted for her. Soft, soaked flesh wrapped around her strap, and for a moment, Kate wished that it was real. She wished that she could feel you wrapping around her, clenching around her, choking her cock with the strength of a vice. You moaned, your eyes immediately shutting while Kate held your legs open. She wouldn’t let you close them. Your muscles fluttered beneath her palms, the skin flushed and sweaty. She sank in deep, so deep that you weren’t sure that you’d survive it. Your other hand shot out to grab her hip. It was instinctive, a reaction to being overstimulated, and it kept her from sinking into you any further. Nope. Kate did not like that.

“Move.”

Kate took that hand and laced her fingers through yours, her hold heaven and hell at the same time. Then, she pinned it down to the desk beside you.

“You’re going to take all of it,” she promised, her hips pressing against yours.

You don’t know why, but in this angle, you could truly feel the texture and the girth. Never mind already orgasming on this thing once. This truly felt like you were being split in half. Even in your own ears, the squelch of your desire around her was so loud and filthy. The smell of sex and sweat permeated the air, but you could hardly focus on any of that when you felt Kate press into you until she couldn’t anymore. That’s when you felt it in full force. The satisfying ache. The feeling of being so full without Kate being too deep within you. Your legs shook as whimpers tumbled from your kiss swollen lips.

“Katie,” you sobbed, fresh tears gathering in your eyes. “I can’t!”

“You can,” she answered simply, her voice leaving no room for discussion. “You can take it. Isn’t that right?”

Your breath stuttered, a rush of heat washing over your body. She didn’t give you a chance to answer. Kate was already moving, starting off slower this time to ease you into it. You were dripping now. With every thrust, more and more desire ran down between your legs. Kate had you spread so wide, to accommodate both her muscular body and her cock, that you could feel the sensation of wetness trailing down below. Kate was slow, attentive, a wide smile spread across her lips as she rolled her hips into yours. She leaned down, the tip of her nose brushing against heated skin as she breathed you in.

“You’re so cute, baby, do you know that? You’re so lovely when you’re like this. Shining brighter than a star. Even when you’re crying. Even when you’re making such a fucking mess, you are so perfect.”

Kate began to pick up speed, her hips becoming a blur of movement. Slaps filled the air, and you sobbed from the intensity of it all. She was fucking into that perfect spot, the one that made it feel like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. Kate maneuvered your legs over her shoulders, her hands releasing you to grab your hips and hold you in place. That’s when she began to use the momentum of your bodies to fuck into you. She was rough, the desk slightly scuffing across the floor with every solid stroke of her hips. Already, another orgasm was beginning to grow. You could feel it from the tips of your toes and to the roots of your hair. Your body clenched around the strap, forcing Kate to grab you tighter and move your body around her.

“Fuck!” you cried, your voice raw and broken. Kate smirked, loving the way that you were succumbing to the pleasure she was giving you.

She didn’t show any signs of slowing down. Not when your voice pitched. Not when she leaned over you again and your hands clawed at her back. Not when you begged for her to... stop? Speed up? You didn’t know anymore. You knew that you were making noise, suddenly glad that the building was empty, but even you couldn’t decipher what you were trying to say. Kate Bishop managed to fuck you stupid, your brain a mush of broken thoughts, and your body not doing too much better.

“Are you about to come, sweetheart?” Kate asked, her voice gentle with no traces of teasing to be heard.

You nodded furiously, too far gone for words. Kate worked you back up to the peak, to the point where it felt like you were standing on the edge of a cliff. It was all collecting within you. The heat. The energy. The pleasure. You were going to orgasm, the constant stimulation to your g-spot driving you wild. This one felt different though. It felt deeper, like it was coming from a place hidden within you that you’ve never accessed before.

Kate watched you lovingly, her eyes reflecting the passion that she felt for you. She meant what she said. You were utterly beautiful like this, and the best part? Only she got to see you like this. You only fell apart like this just for her. Only you allowed her to see you past the fear, past the sorrow, past the very things that shaped you into who you were. It was in this moment that she truly realized just how much she loved you. Kate had to touch you. She needed a reminder that you, and this moment, were both real. Very real.

Kate reached out and rested her hand on your lower stomach. That’s when she felt it. The bulge from her strap. She couldn’t see it beyond watching it sink into you, and it wasn’t like Kate wanted to see it protrude from within your body. But feeling it was a different religious experience. She could feel the way her cock bullied itself deep, the way it pushed into you. She didn’t press down, not yet, but her hand stayed there as she savored the way it felt against her palm.

Your eyes fluttered open, the dwindling and residual sunlight that filtered through slitted blinds, blurry and fuzzy to you. You tried to call out to her, to warn her that something was happening to you. It wasn’t a question of whether you were going to come, because you were. There was no turning back. With every thrust, Kate was burying her cock to the hilt, the smack of her hips adding fuel to the fire that ran amok within you. It was a question of whether you were going to survive it, because if you were being truthful, it didn’t feel like you were going to. You were pulled tight, your nerves stretched like a rubber band under tension.

“Look at me, babe,” Kate encouraged, her hand cupping your cheek when she could see the slight panic on your face. You did just that, the action easy when she guided you to her gaze. “I’m right here, okay? Just let it happen. Let me see it.”

Her free hand slipped between your joined bodies and began to rub your clit again with sure, steady strokes. Her actions sealed your fate, and your body lurched in response. The equivalent of a bomb detonated inside of you, your orgasm imploding to wash you in a pleasure so profound that your breath froze in your lungs. Kate felt it the moment your body swallowed her strap and clenched. You went rigid entirely as you came. It was exquisite. Explosive. Charged. Passionate. The line between pain and pleasure eroded even more, and you could feel yourself untethering.

Something else was happening to you. It was like a dam bursting under pressure. A sudden tension and a cooling release. A sense of relief washed over you, your legs shaking more. Kate’s hand was still on your lower stomach, unmoving until now. She pressed down, her strokes still thorough and deep. That’s when another burst of hot fluid sprayed from you, soaking both you and her. You could feel it and Kate swore, her blue eyes deep and reverent at the fact that she just made you squirt. She moaned, her strokes devolving into tiny thrusts. Each one forced more and more fluid out of you. The sounds of small splatters gushing onto the desk filled the office. They mixed in with the sounds of your whimpers and Kate’s heavy breathing.

Colors exploded behind closed eyelids. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t moan. You didn’t have the breath for it. Instead, you whimpered one word. It was who you needed in the moment, the one person that would keep you from floating away.

“Katie.”

Your voice. It was so soft that if Kate wasn’t close to you, she wouldn’t have heard it. But she did, and she was there, pressing a kiss so deep and profound onto your lips that you drowned even more. You clung onto her like she was a life raft. Meanwhile, Kate’s rhythm was unraveling at the seams. She was at her own peak, the pleasure of watching you fall apart for her was too much. She was trying to keep going, to make everything last just a little while longer, but the moment you came, so did she just a few moments later. Kate groaned, her thrusts stuttering to a stop when she sank deep into you and faltered. The insert inside of her had functioned beautifully, pressing and massaging and stimulating all those spots inside of her that turned her legs into jelly. Her desire mixed into yours, the exchange filthy enough to make Kate want more. More pleasure. More sex. More of this. More of you.

“Breathe for me, honey.”

Through it all, you hadn’t even realized that you were holding your breath, but you could feel the burn of oxygen deprivation in your lungs. You gasped, a sudden inhale tearing through your open mouth while Kate held you close. Your orgasm ravaged your body until the energy slowly fizzled out, until there was nothing more that it could take. With a weak sob, you collapsed onto the desk, completely spent and utterly ruined. Kate was a mess. Her skin shined with sweat, her hair curling under the weight of it. Her skin was flushed, her cheeks and neck a deep pink from both exertion and fatigue. She was soaked in you, trails of your come painting a path of evidence down her body. It was sloppy and beautiful.

It took a long while to feel your body again. You’d come dangerously close to passing out. If it weren’t for Kate holding you close, you would have slipped away entirely under the weight of thundering blood and fading vision. Now, she was cuddled into you. Her movements stopped a while ago, her hips still pressed against yours, the strap still buried deep, but her body unmoving. Her cheek rested on top of your chest while she listened to the slowing beat of your heart. Everything was a mess. You were a mess. You were still on Kate’s desk, your legs off her shoulders but still supported by her body with her nestled against you. Both you and Kate were slick with sweat and come. Little aftershocks and post coital bliss had you feeling high and floaty. All you could do was lie there, breathe, and hold on to your wife. Eventually, you wiped your cheeks with shaking hands, wiping your skin free of tears, and laughed as you ran your fingers through Kate’s hair. She was smiling, looking simultaneously dopey and silly. Little beads of sweat trickled down the sides of her head. She was just as spent as you were. She was exhausted, but importantly, sated.

“I’m never edging you again,” you said, chuckling weakly.

Kate smirked, her fingers tenderly tracing the curve of your jaw. “Good. A lesson well learned.”

It was a few minutes later when Kate slowly and gently removed the strap. You could hear it more than feel it leaving you, your juices clinging to the silicone before it left you with a wet pop. Kate stood back and smirked, admiring the little bit of desire that trickled out of you to pool on the desk. That’s when you watched her walk away, grab her phone, and snap a picture of the mess in between your legs.

“Fuck, baby,” she breathed, admiring the picture and you.

You sat up, your arms wobbling while feeling just the slightest bit faint. Cleaning up was about to be fun. Kate was going to have to hunt down the janitor’s closet to find the strongest disinfectant that they had. Until then, she helped you up, her steady hands fussing over you when your legs threatened to buckle. Kate removed the strap, placing it on an empty plastic bag that she happened to have, before she helped you get dressed. She kissed you and admired you, helping you clean yourself to the best of your ability until you both got home. You did the same for her, though admittedly, you were slower, your body still a mess of jumbled nerves and crossed wires.

Kate looked at you as she tried to fight a laugh, but she failed horribly. “Do I need to find you a wheelchair???”

“Don’t think that I’m not going to get you back for this, Bishop.”

You were being silly but maybe taking it easy right now was for the best. Kate, though happy and on cloud nine, fussed over you, making sure that you were okay even after she fucked you like her life depended on it. You clung onto her and let her dote on you, smiling and kissing and loving her all the same. Even when she stopped and got food, even when she got you home and you showered together, and even when you fell asleep in her arms with her lips pressed against her forehead, you remember this as the night Kate made you feel so loved and so beautiful, like you were worthy of this kind of devotion all along.

And you were going to pay her back by waking her up with your mouth first thing in the morning.

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