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August || Chapter Three

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid, fem!reader x Emily Prentiss (it’s happening!!!)

Description: Spencer has taken notice of how close you are getting with Emily, causing a good amount of jealousy to flow through his veins. 

Content/Warnings: Flirting, arguments, Spencer and JJ are starting to crumble.

WC: 1.4K

I’m going to California tomorrow for a mini vacation so I wanted to make a post before I left. Next chapter will purely be reader x Emily with the way I have things planned.

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The conversation with Emily eased some pain in your chest. You weren’t alone, instead you had someone who you’ve known for ages directly telling you she’s going to stand behind you. 

You’d think that she would be forced to be unbiased, being unit chief as well as being friends with all three of the involved parties. Emily wasn’t always a rule follower though, everyone knew that. 

It was a month after the fact that you’d finally come to peace with the issues that you had with Spencer and JJ. You’d never be able to forgive them for that betrayal, however you were civil with them at work. It wasn’t a chore to have to sit in the same room as them. You thought that you might actually survive the whole ordeal. 

You moving on was a blessing to the team, the lack of tension and high emotions made working so much more comfortable. There were no sly comments, there were no exasperated expressions of frustration from someone saying the wrong thing. All was well. 

Spencer didn’t like that you were still avoiding him outside of the office but he had to come to terms with that on his own time. He expected things to get better, for the friendship to be mended. He didn’t get that lucky. 

It had gotten to the point that he lost himself in the efforts of making everything up to you by offering a healthy amount of distance, only being able to yearningly glance at you from the distance between you. 

All he wanted was to just force you to sit down and talk things out with him. 

While you were moving on in a healthy manner, he was festering in an ocean of self deprecation. The ultimate switch of your outward emotions became more obvious with each passing day. Instead of you being quiet and ignoring the world, it was Spencer. 

The old you would’ve felt bad and reached out as soon as he began acting like that. Now though? You felt.. Good when it came to seeing him miserable. He knew how bad he fucked himself over and you were basking in it. 

Revenge in the simple form of bettering yourself was just too sweet. It was better considering the work you put in was purely for yourself. 

The situation between JJ and Spencer was severely impacted, mainly because the former was so confused on why you were such a forefront after everything that went down between the both of you. In her mind, it made sense why you’d leave him alone, so why did he care? It wasn’t worth it.

Regardless, he wouldn’t take her advice.

Spencer had begun to notice that you were spending a lot more time in Emily’s office lately. He didn’t want to even think about what was going on behind that closed door, mainly because a pang of jealousy shot through his body every single time you took a file to her in order to discuss it.

Just like now, you were currently seated in Emily’s office, the both of you discussing a recent case and how you could approach writing your report. It was fully innocent, even if there was a lot of rumors about what was actually going on when you were alone.

“I appreciate you working with me on this.” You smiled while looking up at Emily, your cheek resting against the palm of your hand. You were spending quite a lot of time with her outside of the office too lately. She just knew how to make you feel better and you gave her credit for half of the reason you were doing much better.

“Don’t mention it. I’m happy you asked for help on it. Your reports before were..” She hissed in a playful tone. “Questionable.” She joked with you, causing your foot to gently kick hers under the table.

“They weren’t bad! I used to ask Rossi to look them over just to make sure they were good. Between you and me, I think I’ve been getting on his nerves so that’s why I came to you this time.”

Emily chuckled. “I’m a second option then. I’m hurt.” She sighed in a dramatic fashion, her hand against her chest.

“I saved the best for last.” You corrected, a smile gracing your features. You really felt drawn to Emily after all of her patience and help as of late. It was funny, you’d worked together all these years and didn’t manage to actually sit and get to know one another outside of your jobs. Maybe it was your undying love for Spencer that shielded you from fully expressing yourself to anyone else.

“You flatter me.” The raven haired woman mused while she was looking at her watch. “I’ll go ahead and keep this file since we are done. Wanna go out and pick up lunch with me?” She asked, an eyebrow raised. It was a quiet day, so it wouldn’t hurt to go out for an hour or so.

“Only if you’re buying.” You winked, pushing yourself to stand while the two of you were walking out of the office together. The minute the door was opened was when Spencer’s head immediately lifted from his assignment, landing on you and Emily as you both left the office together.

You’d briefly stopped to grab your bag before just continuing to follow the unit chief to the elevator.

“Guess they are going out again.” Tara commented while shaking her head with a smile. “I think it’s sweet.”

“What do you mean? This seems like a friendly interaction.” That pang of jealousy shot into Spencer's chest once again. 

“You’re joking, right? Do you see the way they look at each other? Hardly seems like a simple friendly interaction.” Luke commented from his desk, sipping from his coffee mug.”You haven’t noticed?”

“I don’t think you can determine anything other than friendship with just the way they look at one another. That seems a bit silly.” He commented once more as he shrugged, tapping the back of his pen against the desk.

“Why do you care?” JJ finally asked, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. “‘Cause it looks like to me that all this worrying is purely one sided.” For the first time since the incident, you weren’t the one causing all the tension. It was JJ.

“I care because she’s my friend. It’s not that I care about her and Emily anyway, I just wanted to inquire how they could be anything but friends.”

“Because you care. Spencer, she hasn’t spoken to you in a month. It’s safe to say that she isn’t your friend anymore. She isn’t interested in mending a friendship. So why don’t you just.. Stop being yourself for one minute and consider the other option.”

“I can’t just stop being myself. It’s all I know how to be.”

“But you can. You can stop showing the slightest bit of worry whenever she does so much as blink. She’s fine.” 

The bickering had everyone watching, enjoying the entertainment between the two people who were wrong in this whole situation. It was a shame that you were missing it.

“Are you two done?” Dave was asking from the doorway of his office, his arms crossed over his chest. His stance was reminiscent of a dad getting ready to scold his two fighting children. “I think I speak for all of us when I say that this bickering is ridiculous. You made your bed and now you have to lie in it, that’s all there is to say.” 

Spencer was falling silent again as he brought a hand up to rub his face. “I’ve done a lot of things wrong but me caring for her is certainly not one of them. I don’t deserve the privilege to have her in my life but I am never just gonna pretend like I don’t care.” He responded, making the blonde scoff.

“Right. You really showed how much you cared about her when you willingly got with me even after you had an inkling she had feelings for you. I was in the wrong too but that’s why I’m leaving her alone. You care so much for someone who you pushed away and made her feel so little care for you. Now she doesn’t even look at you. But sure, you care.”

JJ taking accountability was one thing but she knew she would never be able to force Spencer to. He was too stubborn and he wouldn’t believe that you were gone from him forever. Your friendship couldn’t be a lost cause. He knew there was a way to make things better. 

He could do that. 

He would do that.

[kithtaehyung]

seven days (m) (teaser) | jjk

POSTED HERE JULY 22ND, 2023!!  upcoming series: seven days (m)  pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader(f) genre/rating: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; roommates to lovers au  summary: you dump yet another guy that wasn’t up to your “ten day standards,” which leaves your cocky ass, very off-limits roommate to tease your single status yet again. but the teasing is always expected. what’s not expected, is the bet that you make without thinking. the bet that even though you give ten days, he wouldn’t even last seven. warnings: cursing, alcohol/vape mentions, parties, he wears glasses sometimes😔👍, chains bc it’s tradition atp lmaooo, cocky!jk, feelings🤕, big big big jk, flirty!jk, baddie!reader😌, multiple explicit scenes🫠, jk constantly in grey sweatpants and nothing else :))), full lists to be revealed each chapter! notes: …so this song called seven dropped and— notes 2: but really there was a fic that had been in the wips for a minute, and i just so happened to have a burst of energy to expand on it so here we are! making it a series to allow myself time to dedicate meaningful energy to each scene and not rush them💕 est. chapters: prologue | mon | tue | wed | thurs | fri | sat | sun | seven days est. running dates: july-september 2023 taglist: sign up here (i check every entry so read the rules!) teaser: below the cut if you want a taste 🩵

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“Sure did,” Jungkook puffs before stepping away, taking all the tight space with him and letting you breathe again. “But all I’m saying is, you gotta lower your standards or—” 

“No.”

“Or,” he continues, giving you a look, “Not complain if they’re too high.” 

“Well, thank you.” With your nose grazing the sky, you point out, “I’d like to think they’re just right.” 

“What even are they anyway? All you’ve said is something about ten days.”

“That’s basically it,” you murmur, resting your arms on the island as to not have your chest in full view. “If I still like someone after ten days, I know I’d be fine dating them for real.” 

There’s silence when you finish. When you finally look, the gawk you’re getting in return almost makes you laugh. “What?”

“You mean those days are only a trial run?” 

You do break into laughter this time, burying your face in slight shyness. “And what about it!” 

“Are you serious—?” Jungkook rounds the island so that he can speak directly at your hidden features. “Has anyone even gotten past all ten with you?”

You pause, breath fanning the granite top beneath you and wisping around your face. When you lift your gaze above your arms, you keep it trained on the countertop instead of his curiosity, 

“No.” 

He doesn’t say a word. 

“Not since my standards changed.” 

And you think that’s the end of this conversation. Because what else is there to say? You know your expectations are impossible but you think this is a hell of a lot better than—

“I could do it.” 

“What.” A glare is shot. “Absolutely not.” 

“Why not?”

“You? No.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t even last seven.” 

“Try me,” he challenges, and you still can’t take him seriously despite the fire in his eyes. “I’ve lasted a lot more than that as your roommate, right?” 

“But that’s—this is—this is different! Be for real, Kook.” You vacate the island and head to your room, having enough of his teasing for one morning. 

But you get stopped at the doorway, a bare chest and chains blocking your vision and sending your mind into a frenzy. When you flick your gaze to his face, he simply says, with the straightest expression,

“I am.”

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tbc. :))

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a/n: yeah idk what happened to me. one moment i was saying i wasn't gonna get bitten by the seven bug, and the next.. well. this happened lol. anyway! taglist is on a form so that i can easily keep track of who to tag. pls make sure to either tell me ur age in the survey or to have it on your blog bc i check all entries when tagging. prologue is already written and will be up soon! ++ ⇥ masterlist

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Wow! As the header says, my blog just went past 5k followers - I'd like to extend a heartfelt thank you to everyone who hopped on for this journey; I'm having the time of my life sharing my writing with you all.

In celebration and as a way to have a little fun - I'll be opening my inbox for a day and letting those who want to send in something fill it up!

Now, I know you're probably asking yourself 'Hal, I thought you said requests are going to be closed so you can finish the ones you have and work on the AUs?' And you'd be correct - I did say that. I'm not going to be writing full-length works for this event.

To anyone who sends something in (and follows the rules I have in place on my Request Form (be sure to check it even if you've already read it, I added some more characters and other stuff)) I'll be writing one-to-two page drabbles!

All this being said, after this post is uploaded I'll be opening my inbox up to anyone who would want to participate and closing it exactly one day after!

Thank you again for being the best community ever - I'm incredibly lucky to be surrounded by kind and respectful individuals as well as mutuals who are mind-numbingly sweet. I could not have achieved all of this without you; I think that's beautiful.

This post will also serve as the Masterlist for all of the expected drabbles, so if you'd like to keep updated on what's going to be happening/being written soon, this would be a good place to hang out!

ALL COMPLETED AS OF 11/5/2023

IMAGES USED: A black retriever in an extensive mountainous landscape by Maud Earl & L'angelo, la morte e il diavolo by Roberto Ferri || TOTAL: 5

➣The Perfect One

╰┈➤ ❝ [He stares at the rings under the glass with an acute narrowness to his eyes. He inspects every one as if a bomb might go off at any second, not missing a single detail in the metal.] ❞

➣Get In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Coming home with bruises and stitched wounds, you drag him into the bathroom to wash away the memories.] ❞

➣Hum Me A Tune, Blue-Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [You listen to his heartbeat as he keeps you to his chest, his breath tickling your hair.] ❞

➣Here Now

╰┈➤ ❝ [He nearly misses one of the most important moments of your lives together.] ❞

➣Burst Veins

╰┈➤ ❝ [He never noticed you weren't behind him.] ❞

IMAGES USED:  Fallen Angel by Roberto Ferri & Nature of Fear by Nicola Samori || TOTAL: 5

➣Nervous Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [No one understands how you two get along - not when you're so different. It makes you second-guess yourself. He notices.] ❞

➣Blood Like Obsidian

╰┈➤ ❝ [Simon can only fight against so many nurses as they shove him back from your operation room.] ❞

➣Supposed To Happen

╰┈➤ ❝ [You died and left him a child he had no idea existed. How can he even begin to try and understand?] ❞

➣Digging Gaze

╰┈➤ ❝ [You indulge in a one-night-stand after you'd both called it quits, only, it leads to more problems. When he sees you again, how will he react to the swelling of your stomach?] ❞

➣Sole Survivor

╰┈➤ ❝ [Your father died years ago, and so you fall under the stiff, and unyielding, protection of your Uncle Simon. But it's not all bad. He can be funny when he wants to be.] ❞

IMAGES USED: White and Black by Vadim Gorbatov & Saint Augustine by Philippe de Champaigne || TOTAL: 7

➣Didn't Mean It

╰┈➤ ❝ [Arguments are rare, certainly ones that leave you in tears.] ❞

➣Him, Her, and the Dog

╰┈➤ ❝ [The woes of pining after a woman whose deadly K9 looks like it hates his guts.] ❞

➣Drunken Sappiness

╰┈➤ ❝ [You can't say you've ever had a boyfriend as perfect as Kyle.] ❞

➣How Do You Listen To That?

╰┈➤ ❝ [It was three a.m. when you all got the call to load up, but what's the best way to wake both yourself and the Sergeant up?] ❞

➣Finally Broken

╰┈➤ ❝ [Childhood friends turned lovers. The realization was far more violent and instantaneous than you'd like to admit.] ❞

➣Don't Look At Her

╰┈➤ ❝ [The bomb starts ticking down, rapidly firing to zero. Gaz won't let Price near you. Not after he'd remembered the Captain's actions when they'd first met.] ❞

➣In His Head

╰┈➤ ❝ [Collection of his SFW and NSFW quirks.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Scene from the Great Flood by Joseph-Désiré Court & Saint Jerome in Prayer by Carlo Dolci || TOTAL: 7

➣Life Snaps By In Flashes

╰┈➤ ❝ [A collection of memories from the second he laid eyes on you. All flashing past in the soft buzzing of the overhead lights.] ❞

➣Heart-Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [Being a medic wasn't pretty, but when your boyfriend was the subject under your needle you can't help but enjoy his unwavering gaze. Today, he has something to share with you.] ❞

➣From Ten To Twenty & Beyond

╰┈➤ ❝ [You've known him ever since the incident on the playground, and now you can't help but imagine that same boy as you watch him make supper with flour in his hair.] ❞

➣Find Me

╰┈➤ ❝ [You're finally back in One-Four-One's hands, but that doesn't mean you're saved. Johnny tracks you down after a violent episode.] ❞

➣Still The Same Fools

╰┈➤ ❝ [There was always a rivalry between you two - that hasn't changed even if both of you have. Years later, the boiling point is finally met.] ❞

➣Is This Why?

╰┈➤ ❝ [He finally sees why you never introduced him to your parents.] ❞

➣Oblivious Pining

╰┈➤ ❝ [Johnny hangs off you like a silent beast. Not that you would notice, of course.] ❞

IMAGES USED: King Gustav III of Sweden and His Brothers by Alexander Roslin & Geography lesson by Eduard Karl Gustav Lebrecht Pistorius || TOTAL: 6

KEEGAN P. RUSS:

➣Paint The Dawn; Paint My Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [In the midst of war and death, there's little time for pleasure. All you had was a ripped-up sketchbook to call your own, its contents littered with the rough face of your comrade.] ❞

➣Hold Her Close

╰┈➤ ❝ [Keegan cares for his young daughter.] ❞

➣When The Fighting Stops & The Silence Sets In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Continuation of (Don't) Go To War: the aftermath of recovery and a budding relationship.] ❞

➣Movies and Stale Popcorn

╰┈➤ ❝ [Oak and Keegan finally get to watch that movie.] ❞

DAVID 'HESH' WALKER:

➣To The Boy of My Childhood

╰┈➤ ❝ [Ten years came and went fast, but the memory of the Walker boys stayed. One more than the other. You never got to tell him you loved him.] ❞

➣Keep The Sheets Warm, My Love Is Coming Home

╰┈➤ ❝ [If this wasn't enough to prove that you were the only person for Hesh, you didn't know what did.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Saint Catherine of Alexandria by Caravaggio & Amor Vincit Omnia by Caravaggio || TOTAL: 17

CAPTAIN JOHN 'SOAP' MACTAVISH:

➣New Paint

╰┈➤ ❝ [Fighting to forget you, MacTavish finds comfort in whoever he can. Yet, like the layers of paint on the walls, it always peels back to you.] ❞

➣A Song of Gnashing Teeth

╰┈➤ ❝ [There was never a day where the two of you weren't butting heads - everyone was at their wit's end. Of course, you would both be forced to cooperate at some point.] ❞

➣Listen To My Voice

╰┈➤ ❝ [He orders you to focus on him as the sounds outside the cell get closer. He promises nothing will happen to you. You know he's lying.] ❞

➣Look At The Stars; Look At Me

╰┈➤ ❝ [Stargazing in the middle of an overgrown and wild glade.] ❞

➣Alive and Breathing

╰┈➤ ❝ [You're sick. Very sick. John takes drastic action.] ❞

➣I Can See It In Your Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [It's finally time to meet the family.] ❞

➣A Green-Eyed Monster

╰┈➤ ❝ [You'd slept together, sure. No strings attached. Then why are you trying to make him jealous? Who cares, the point is that it's working.] ❞

SERGEANT GARY 'ROACH' SANDERSON:

➣Dance With Me Before The Chill Sets In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Tired? Yes, but he's never too tired for you and your loveliness. But maybe you need to remember to lock the door when you're home alone.] ❞

➣Raining Cats and Dogs

╰┈➤ ❝ [Roach has a deep love of storms.] ❞

OPERATION OFFICER ALEX KELLER:

➣Bright-Eyed History Lesson

╰┈➤ ❝ [A librarian with a fascination for war history and a soldier who loves how her eyes light up. Like a dog, he can't stop himself from coming back; smiling like a fool.] ❞

COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS:

➣Hold Me Longer

╰┈➤ ❝ [Mornings spent in the sanctity of warm sunlight and bare skin.] ❞

SERGEANT MAJOR RODOLFO 'RUDY' PARRA:

➣A Love Like Ours Makes Us Strong

╰┈➤ ❝ [Rodolfo came back, alive but bruised. How do you explain how terrified you were?] ❞

COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES:

➣Sleeping On The Porch

╰┈➤ ❝ [As it turns out, your husband never really died. It's safe to say you're not overjoyed.] ❞

➣Love Echoes In Silence

╰┈➤ ❝ [You can feel him watching you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a small smile. Humming to yourself, you listen to the birds outside the window.] ❞

SEBASTIAN JOSEF KRUEGER:

➣Ain't Giving Up My Pride

╰┈➤ ❝ [You get on his nerves, partially because you want to. But what happens when he finally snaps?] ❞

ALL 141 INCLUDED (SEPARATE):

➣Count The Hours

╰┈➤ ❝ [Collection of what the One-Four-One do on their down-hours with their Lovers] ❞

➣Wide-Eyed Panic

╰┈➤ ❝ [Why were you behind the couch?] ❞

[xhoneygirlxx]

Still Adore You (With Your Hand Around My Neck)

Epilogue: Destroy Myself

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: this is the beginning of the end. the start of a chaotic relationship you just can't seem to leave.

warnings: Eddie and Reader are in their 20s. Modern Au! kind of mean Eddie. rated R for smut, 18+ only Minors DNI!! unprotected p in v. cream pie. swearing. shitty writing and grammar errors.

*if i miss anything let me know*

a/n: hello my loves! this is part one to my still adore you series! i hope you guys like it as much as i do. thank you all for the love and support you've given me, i love you all so much <3

Also if you are an ageless/faceless blog you will be blocked. please have something on your profile so I know you are not a minor and are not a bot.

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I pray my salvation makes it to the pearly gates,

Bring the suffering that I face,

All the things that I face,

Destroy myself just to wait for you.

When God created the Earth, he picked two of his children to live amongst the paradise he built to be our parents - Adam and Eve. The Garden of Eden was beautiful, a place like no other. The only rule that God gave was for them to not eat from the one tree, the tree of knowledge of right and wrong, good and evil.

They had plenty of other trees to eat from, other fruits to feast on, but when the serpent came speaking words of temptation, Eve gave into him and took a bite from the forbidden fruit, Adam would soon follow after her.

Because of the rule was broken and they went against God, they were banished forever and were cursed with the pain of mortality. Their children and their children's children would face pain and sorrow, hurt and sickness, and ultimately death.

Like Eve, you gave into temptation as well, the warnings you received and how you ignored them all for the name of love. From the very first time you met Eddie Munson warning signs flashed, blinding you with the bright lights. Caution tape blocked you from crossing that line but you inevitably ignored it, ducting under it and continuing on your way.

You walked straight into the line of fire for the promise of nirvana, for just a taste of the sweetness of his love. For the longest time you thought Eve was stupid for falling for the devil's tricks but when he came to you with the prettiest brown eyes and lips that you wanted to kiss for hours, you finally understood.

Dying by the hands of the man that you love is probably the worst death. His strong grip squeezing the air out of you so slowly, smiling at you as he did it felt like torture, but what a way to go. You'd still adore Eddie with his hand wrapped around your neck, with his heavy palm crushing your windpipe, and you'd die so full of love.

The night breeze cools the heat of your skin, hitting your sweat soaked hairline and creating chills that ran up the skin of your arm. The night was still young as they say, the party inside still going in full force. Sweat bodies and clouds of smoke filled every room, creating a sort of heat that quickly became too unbearable.

Quickly finding refuge in crackling embers of the firepit. Unknown people and nameless faces fill the chairs around you, mingling with one another. Despite the happy nature and good vibe of the atmosphere around you, you sit with a permanent frown. Pissed isn't even the word you'd want to use for how you feel at the moment.

Furious, enrage, even spitting angry would be a better description for how you felt towards your friends right now. A random house party in a random place was not how you wanted to spend your Friday night, but then Annika and Nikki looked at you with their big pleading eyes and the end was history.

"We'll stick next to you the whole time," they said, "We promise we won't leave."

Only an hour in and their promise was nothing but a lie, leaving you the minute you stepped through the threshold shouting that they'd return shortly. You didn't expect any less honestly, Annika only wanted to come here for the possibility of hooking up and Nikki was more interested in the arrival of her possible new girlfriend Val.

You always found something to do whether it was people watching or drinking until your vision began to blur. Tonight was different however, being the designated driver you were banned from drinking any alcohol and people watching was only fun for the first forty five hours.

Now you sit playing on your phone, scrolling through every app on your phone until your friends finally arrived. You continue to look at the bright screen in your hands reading through old notes that you had yet to delete, too engrossed by the amount of grocery lists to realize that half of the group left the circle.

"You know this is a party, right?" A gruff voice asks.

Lifting your head slightly, you look up from under your eyelashes to the man across from you, scowl written on your lips. The orange glow highlights him in the best of ways, making him even more alluring.

Brown curls fall from the the bun that sits on top of his head, framing his face so beautifully. His lips pull into a smirk, making the deep crevice of his dimples pop out. Big doe eyes sparkle at you, glimmering in the heat of the flames.

His outfit is basic, a band tee with a faded logo, showing off how well loved it was. The holes in his black skinny jeans show off the tiniest hint of black ink that hides beneath the fabric. The fire and moon fight over the rings that sit on his hands, both going back and forth on which one glints in the silver. A loose cigarette sits tucked behind his ear and a sweating bottle of beer rests in his strong hands.

He's captivating, alluring you like the serpent did Eve. You don't engage, promptly scoffing and then rolling your eyes back down to your phone.

"You know my uncle always said if you roll them hard enough, they'll get stuck."

You hear it before you see it, the grin that sits on his face. It adds gasoline to the already burning inferno that rests inside of you adding turbulence, causing roaring flames.

"Good, hope they do." It's bitchy, ice cold like a winter's breeze. Instead of hurling an insult that you, he laughs. A true genuine laugh that you'd compliment if it weren't for the anger pumping through you.

Shutting your phone off, you drop it into your lap and cross your arms over your chest. Sighing loudly, you look at the curly haired man across from you unimpressed, eyebrow arching sharply.

He takes your challenge of a stare down, watching you over the glass of his beer bottle as he puts it to his lips taking a swig. His gaze in unfaltering but yours isn't. It's not your fault though, not when his neck looks so delicious as he swallows every last drop.

Removing the bottle from his mouth, he catches you eyeing the plump of his lips. Even though you've been caught, your stare doesn't waver, only moving the line of your sight back up to his eyes.

"Ya know, it's not really nice to be mean to your friend." His statement causes another eye roll from you, another loud scoff pulling from your throat.

"You're not my friend," Your words swim with annoyance and it only fuels the man in front of you even more.

Gasping loudly, a ringed hand clutches his chest as if he'd been insulted to the fullest. "I'm not you're friend? I thought the warmth of the fire cemented our relationship."

He curls his lips inwards, biting back a laugh that threatens to sneak it's way out. You're not any better, your bottom lip stinging with the pressure of your teeth that sink into it.

Silences covers the two of you, begging for one of you to break first. Although you put up the toughest of fights, you're the first to lose, a small giggle escaping the lock on your lips. The man isn't far behind you, snorting loudly into the quiet night air.

"First of all, I don't even know your name." You counter, mentally berating yourself for letting a laugh squeak out.

"Oh, you need my name?" He asks, eyebrows raising curiously.

Your eyes squint at the absurdness of his question, "Yeah, that's how making friends works, genius."

Batting his eyelashes, he waves a hand at you in flattery. "I love it when you call me sweet names."

His voice is flirty teasing you to the fullest and if you don't do something fast you're going to melt, and not because the heat of the flames.

"That's my cue to leave." Pushing yourself halfway up from the chair, you're immediately stopped by his arm waving you to stop.

"No, no I quit, I promise." It's said between breathless laughs, his eyes crinkling at the sides when he does.

Smirking ever so slightly, you bask in the sound of his voice. Sitting down slowly, you sigh as if you'd rather not be here regardless of the growing smile tugging at your lips.

Once sat back in your seat, you wait with a tapping foot and crossed arms, trying your hardest to look annoyed. He looks at you smugly, like he's enjoying the little performance you put on.

"If I tell you my name, you gotta tell me yours." He demands, you don't respond just pulling your hand out to inspect the acrylics that rest on your hand.

"I'm Eddie." He beams at you, rolling his tongue over his bottom lip.

You purse your lips, looking him up and down as if you're bored. When you give him your name, he nods slowly and repeats it like it's the prettiest thing he's heard.

"Well there you go, now we're friends." The depth of his voice makes the beat of your heart skip, cheeks burning the more you get flustered.

Shaking it off, you give him a look that the kind that reads "really?", and he only answers by returning a look that says "of course". Sucking your teeth, you look down at the blue fabric of your jeans.

"We can't be friends if we don't even hang out." It's shy, your confidence subsiding harshly under the heat of his eyes.

Now he scoffs, shaking his head back and forth causing the loose curls to move with him. "Don't do me like that, Pookie. Just gimme your number and I'll hang out any time your little heart desires."

"You did not just call me fucking Pookie." You laugh, throwing your head back and clutching your stomach.

You don't see him but Eddie just looks at you like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, adoration swimming in the dark color of his eyes.

When your laughter ceases and you fall back into your normal position, you open your eyes to see him looking at you. For the first time in your life you finally see what it's like to be looked at as if you hung the stars in their place. It feels good, heart racing and air catching in the back of your throat.

Blinking out of your trance, you nod shakily. "Umm, you said something about my ugh number?"

Eddie reaches into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone and tapping in the code to unlock it. Handing it over to you wordlessly, it's already open to the new contact screen where you punch in the ten digit number. You ponder for a moment before typing in a name, flicking back and forth between the options you have, until you ultimately adding it under your given nickname with a black heart.

Handing it back to him, he looks at it smirking and then puts it back into its rightful home of his pocket. Opening his mouth to say something Eddie is interrupted with the sound of the backdoor opening and the rush of the music inside pouring from the doorway.

"Hey, we've been looking for you!" Annika shouts, stumbling towards you on unsteady feet.

Looking at the clearly tipsy girl, you turn back around to see give a sympathetic look to Eddie, quietly apologizing for your drunken friend.

"I guess that's my que to go." You shrug, moving from your spot on the chair.

Eddie only looks at you tenderly, dimples on full display for you. "Go ahead, Pookie. I'll see you later."

Sending you off with a wink, you walk away from the sanctuary you found. Walking over to your friend, you can't help but look back at the pretty boy you met finding him already smiling back at you.

Threading your arm in your friend's, you allow her to put her weight onto you so she doesn't fall. Unfocused eyes scan to where you keep looking, squinting to find the person.

"Who's that?" She keeps squinting, trying hard to see the man's features.

When her eyes seem to make out what she looks like, she perks up with a dopey smile. "Oh my fucking gawd, he's hot."

Saying it a little too loudly, you instantly clap your hand over her mouth and look back to make sure Eddie hasn't heard. You find him shaking his head, shoulders shaking with a clear laugh as he lights the cigarette that hangs between his teeth.

"Hope you got his number, would be a shot missed if you didn't." She chastises once you remove your palm from her lips. You sigh loudly and pull her along and make your way into the house.

Eddie kept his promise, using all his free time over the summer to see you. It started off innocently enough, late night drives down to the lake, midafternoon hangouts in the Dairy Queen parking lot where you’d sit in the bed of his beat up truck, and hanging out in his apartment watching him play video games.

Friends, that’s all it was in the beginning. Two people opening up to one another, bonding over their shitty childhoods and laughing at jokes that no one else ever understood.

As the heat of the roaring sun became more intense, so did the relationship between the two of you. Touches became lingering like the tickle of the tall overgrown grass by the lake. Kisses were light and airy, reminiscent of the lightning bugs that flew around in the dark summer sky. Eddie’s scent lingered with you even after you’d gone home, similar to sunscreen.

Tangled sheets and messy hair, flustered cheeks and dopey smiles. The two of you shined so bright even the stars that hung from the dark blue night were jealous.

But when the sunsets came sooner and sooner, so did the end of your fairytale. Calls became unanswered, hangouts were no more, and hand holding became totally off limits. What was once warm and sickly sweet smiles, was now cold shoulders and icy attitudes.

You felt stupid, falling for someone that wasn’t even yours. Giving Eddie your heart on a platter when he never even asked. When this all started you knew what it was, signing your soul over to the devil using your blood as ink.

The risks were in plain sight, the rules agreed on with the locking of pinkies, and yet you still broke them. Eddie told you over and over again this wasn’t anything other than some fun, a way to pass the boring summer days faster.

And although it hurt, you still plunged the sword deeper and deeper. What is love without some loss?

The mahogany teakwood candles that burns on the top of your dresser does nothing to get rid of the smell that you and Eddie have created. Notes of dark oat and frosted lavender are being drowned out by sweat and sex.

Cotton sheets soak up the perpetration, the outline of his body imprinted to remind you that he was once there, the only lingering memory of him when he inevitably leaves. Cheeks flushed with red, screaming claw marks on alabaster skin, and bruises in the shape of teeth.

"Fuck, squeezin' me s'good, baby." Eddie's all gritted teeth and panting breath as he wiggles around underneath you.

The ache in your knees is no match for the burn you feel in the pit of your stomach, your hole clenching around the thickness of his cock. Switching between bouncing and rocking your hips, you're hurdling closer and closer to the edge.

Sentences aren't even forming in your brain, only random blabbering falls from your lips in loud whines with the way he punches into your cervix.

"S'good, shit you feel so good." It comes out like a sob, ripped right out from the depths of your soul.

Big strong hands grip at the plush of your hips, finger prints threatening to leave a mark for the next day. A wicked grin forms on red kiss bitten lips, basking in the glory of you crumbling on top of him.

"Yeah? Is it good, princess?" Arrogant and cocky, two traits that only he can pull off without it being a turn off.

Your head wildly bobs, drool escaping from your parted lips. "Uh huh," the only real response you can give him in this very moment and it's all he needs to know he's fucked you dumb beyond repair.

Bending his knees, Eddie starts to fuck up into you with unwavering force. The thatch of course hair that sits at the base of his cock catches deliciously on your swollen and neglected clit, resulting in harsh mewl.

With your own eyes screwed shut you don't see that his have rolled into the back of his head, jaw unhinged with the pleasure of you clasping around him tightly. Regardless of his own peak nearing, Eddie continues to keep up with his facade, making sure you finish way before he does.

"I'm so deep huh? S'deep, shit- so deep in this tight f-uhh, fucking cunt." Teeth bite down on the fat of his bottom lip, holding the whimpers from escaping from his mouth.

The speed of his movements, the loud squelch of your juices, and the intensity of him hitting into your g-spot is enough to make your head dizzy. He's everywhere, his touch, his scent, his voice. He's everywhere, all around you and you don't think that anything else in the world could create the same euphoric feeling he does.

"M'gonna-, ah I'm gonna cum." The end is closing in on you, the wave of ecstasy crashing into the shore. Although it feels so good crossing the finish line, you know when it's over he'll be gone all too soon.

"Me too, sweetheart. Motherfuck-, cum for me." The act that he had put on has finally faltered, cracking right at the seams.

That does it, pushes you right off the edge into the blissful waters of your high. Your already weakening knees have now failed you, letting you drop onto the slick soaked skin of Eddie's tattooed chest.

The two of you continue to whimper and moan as your highs ripple through you. Both of you create lightning, a pair of super bolts roar in the middle of your quiet bedroom. In the heat of your bliss, you're completely ignorant to the consequences of such strong power being created. No matter what the outcome is, at least it was beautiful and for the smallest of moments, it was real.

After the glory has finally wore off you remove yourself from him, letting out a strong hiss when the feeling of him is completely out of you. Letting your body fall to the plushness of your mattress, you allow yourself to cycle through the memory of it all.

Naked chests heave, a silence pulling over both of you like a heavy quilt in the winter. It's comfortable like this, the heat radiating off of your skin mixes with Eddie's, the pumping of hearts syncing into the same rhythm pattern.

While your body settles into the softness of your bed, Eddie's is quick to jump up from his spot with a loud grunt. Fresh red marks flash at you, decorating the smooth skin of his back along with the pretty freckles you used to trace with the soft flesh of your finger tips.

As he sits on the side of your bed catching his breath, you wonder if he misses the feeling of your touch the way you miss his skin. You wonder if he misses the intensity of your body next to his, arms and legs tangled together buried underneath the shelter of his comforter. You wonder if his bed misses the shape of your body the way yours misses his.

The springs of your mattress groan when the weight of his body leaves and for a moment you feel the same way. Footsteps are muted by the fibers of your carpeting. You watch from your spot as Eddie grabs a tissue from your vanity, wiping himself free of any evidence of you and then disposing it into the garbage can with a careless toss.

Muscles flex as he begins to redress himself, hiding the masterpiece that you left on his skin. You hope that they sting when he's under the heated water of his shower, a pang that will go away within a few days while the pang of your hurt will last a lifetime.

His messy curls pull from the neck of his shirt, shaking with the motions of his head trying to get rid of the unruly hair that masks his vision. From the singular foot away that the two of you stand, you pray that he won't leave, that this isn't the end.

"Do you wanna stay? W-we could watch a movie or something." Behind the sincerity of your voice is a girl that mourns the loss of her once best friend, begging him to remember what the two of you had in the beginning.

The clang of his belt ricochets through the room, an uncomfortable hallow sound that you wish to forget. Spinning on the socked heel of his foot, he gives you a blank face. One so devoid of emotion, cold and vacant.

"Don't start doin' this, Pookie. You already know what this is." A clear warning given with a strict tone.

The nickname that used to cause butterflies only brings mountains of sadness. It used to have meaning, a funny inside joke between the two of you now dwindled down to the name of a place holder.

"I just thought-" Going unfinished by the sound of Eddie's deep sigh.

"Not tonight, kay?" He says as nicely enough to placate you and even though you know nothing will come from it, you're still full of hope.

Bending down, he begins to slide his feet into his shoes, the same one's you gifted to him only so many months ago. Watching him tie the browning shoelaces of his vans, you wonder if he remembers the way you smiled while handing him the box, or how he felt when you said you got them just because.

It tugs at your already bandaged heart, the sticky adhesive of band aids doing their absolute best to keep the muscle intact. The rattle of the remaining broken pieces rattle in your ears, muffling everything else around you.

The lanky man stands to full height, grabbing his beloved leather jacket from your floor where it was left in the tornado of excitement. Rounding the end of your bed he makes his way to you, standing over your still naked body.

Bending at the waist, Eddie places a wet kiss on your forehead and pulls away with charming smile.

"I'll text you, pook."

You nod at his words, gripping on tightly to the faith that this whole thing will work out the way you hope. Giving you a wink, Eddie quickly exists your room and just like that you crumble.

On the wet sheets of your bed you curl into yourself, naked and vulnerable in more ways than one. Tears leak from your eyes and sobs rip from the depths of your stomach. It hurts watching him walk out because you never know when it'll be the last time.

You try to think back to when everything changed, where it all went wrong. All of the flashbacks and memories flood your brain, a film wheel of all the happy moments. More tears flow, a nonstop river of all the heartache.

You miss him, what your friendship used to be. At this point you don't even care if he loves you the way you love him, you just want him to care for you like he did all those months ago.

You wish you could go back to that warm summer day where you handed over your heart and let him carve his name in it, so that no matter what you did you'd belong to him for the rest of your days.

thank you all for reading!! i hope you guys like part one :)

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[imaginesmai]

Once upon a fairy tale - Ubbe Ragnarson

Enemies to lovers, forced-marriage and based on the Disney movie The Swan princess. Here is what is probably the work I’m proudest of. Things you need to know before reading:

- As a medieval fic, there will be typical misoginist behaviours, racisims at some points and stereotypes. 

- In this fic, Ubbe is from Mercia, not a viking, but a prince. His whole family is ruling that country, while yours rules over Wessex.

- Ivan doesn’t exist. I had to erase a brother for the plot I’M SORRY.

- It hasn’t been proof-read. So, if you find any mistake, please let me know!

Ubbe Ragnarson knew three things: that he would inherit the throne when his father died, that he should get married soon to assure that throne, and that he hated Y/N Ealhmunding. And those three facts were related. Because your hand had been promised to him since you were young kids, and now it’s time to fulfill that promise.

As princess of king Ecbert Ealhmunding, you also knew three things: that the laws for a kingdom ruler weren’t fair, that your father had done everything he could for you and your future, and that you hated Ubbe Ragnarson. Not only you hated that they had decided your future without you, or that you were expected to leave every braincell behind once you married, but also that the same boy who you had hated since childhood would be your husband.

Every summer, Mercia and Wessex try to make you both fall in love. And they fail.

But this summer is different, because a series of tragic and unfortunate events brings you closer to Ubbe than ever.

You’re no longer mischievous kids pulling pranks on each other, but responsible adults looking for what’s best for your country. And trying to survive in the meantime.

Preface:  Ubbe and you meet for the first time, foreshadowing what your relationship is going to be like.

1st part:  Just like any other summer, you have to leave your country. Just like any other summer, Ubbe has to open his to your annoying presence.

2nd part:  your sixteenth-first encounter goes as good as planned.

3rd part:  Aslaug tries to push you closer to Ubbe, leaving you in a vulnerable situation. When faced with a group of soldiers, they don't hesitate to make their opinion about you crystal clear.

4rd part:  The soldiers’ attitude forces your father to make a decision, and you finally see an end to your engagement. Only that, when presented with the chance, you’re not so sure.

5th part:  No longer under the pressure of an arranged marriage and with the hunting raid around the corner, you can almost taste your freedom. But something new awakens and neither Ubbe and you know how to deal with it.

6th part:  The morning of the hunting raid arrives, and new feelings are revealed.

7th part:  Ubbe and you take important decisions, about your future and the future of your kingdoms, not knowing that something bigger than you is happening outside the castle’s walls.

8th part:  tragedy strikes when you least expect it.

Want to read more? Check out my side blog @imaginesmaimasterlists, where I keep all the masterlists! Feedback is always appreciated

[husbandograveyard]

Today's job: fixing all my Masterlist header images!

I don't think I will fully restructure my Masterlists, because I simply have so many and I dont think there's a *way* better way for me to structure them. I think y'all can find what you need when you look for something?

I will also be trying to finish my new about me, rules and stuff like that, but that may have to wait till tomorrow to be fully finished. I am also aiming to fix the final links today as well.

Oh... and at this pace... expect Haikyuu to be added to my fandoms soon. I am finally watching this series and already in love with all those idiots. Omg.

And then once everything is fixed, I am gonna be online a bit more again, this week it felt dishonest to come on here while the blog was still WIP and interact while I could be fixing links and stuff. But I found some energy again and I am eager to get to writing and reading some more.

[theewokingdead]

The Princess Bride

Pairing: Benny Miller x wife!Reader (1st Person POV; Benergy Universe) Summary: Benny always breaks into random movie references when you least expect it. Word Count: 800+ Rating: No rating but my blog is 18+ Warnings: Includes lines from The Princess Bride Notes: My husband said the Mosquito Montoya line today and it sparked a fic idea. As always, Benergy is a collection of one-shots so this can be read without having read anything else. ***If you enjoy this fic, please tell Tumblr this should be shared with others by reblogging! That's what the algorithm loves (it's how it works here. I don't make the rules!)***

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Having grown up in Colorado’s beautiful mountains, Benny loves being outside. So much so that sometimes he lets the outside in. Even in Florida’s sticky summer heat, Benny will leave the back door wide open behind him whenever he goes out onto the patio. I guess he figures there's no point in closing the door when he'll be back sometime between now and three hours from now.

Eyeroll.

He’s come in and out of the house at least a half dozen times in the past five minutes alone. A task as simple as grilling burgers for the four of us is turning into a hundred step process as first he forgets the spatula, then the cheese, and finally a clean plate to put the cooked burgers on. Then he suddenly decides he wants hot dogs as well.

And this man swears he doesn’t have ADHD.

A hot, humid breeze dances over my body as I stand at the sink, cleaning dishes I had let pile up. The AC unit rumbles in the distance, trying to fight off the heat creeping in, but it’s a losing battle. I've given up on reminding Benny to close the door.

Sophie, our youngest, isn't as agreeable. She's sitting at the kitchen island behind me, a coloring book and a box of crayons strewn in front of her. She whines, and when I turn toward her, I can see the tension building in her shoulders as her eyes seem to follow something around the room.

“A mosquito!” she screams. I have no idea how she's a product of Benny when she hates the outdoors, especially insects, so much.

I don’t immediately see whatever she sees, though I'm certain if our backyard wasn't covered with a screen, all of the state's wildlife would've snuck in by now. There could be a gator climbing up the wall for all I know. I’m honestly not surprised that a mosquito snuck through the netting and got into the house, but I really could not care less about playing bug catcher right now.

“It’ll be okay, baby,” I say, turning back to the dish in my hand. “If you don’t bother it, it won’t bother you.”

“But it will bite me,” she whines, squirming in her seat.

“I’ll get it in a minute, sweetheart,” I offer, hoping she’ll just forget about it and move on. “I promise it won’t bite you.”

“I don’t want it to bite me!” Sophie cries, growing more distraught. “No, no, no! Go away, mosquito!”

Exhaling sharply, I drop the dish in my hand into the sink and turn off the water. Following her gaze, I finally see the source of her fear. There, on a wall nowhere near where she is, is a housefly, minding its own business.

Knowing she won't stop whining until it's taken care of, I grab a swatter and kill it, leaving a black mark on the wall to deal with later. Better yet, I’ll make Benny clean it up, since he’s the one who invited all of nature indoors.

“There. Better?” I ask, turning to look at Sophie, hoping she's satisfied and will let me return to my task.

“Yay! You’re my superhero!” Sophie cheers, clapping and smiling giddily.

"Thank you, baby." I offer her a small smile before turning back to the sink

As soon as I return to washing the dishes, Benny walks into the kitchen, a plate full of cooked food in one hand and a dirty spatula in the other.

“Hello. My name is Mosquito Montoya,” he says with the worst Spanish accent, and I can just sense him pointing the spatula at me. “You killed my father. Prepare to die.”

Sophie squeals with laughter, finding anything and everything her father does entertaining. If anything, she’s always encouraging him.

I go still, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. Sometimes I cannot believe the things that come out of his mouth.

“I swear to god I’m leaving,” I say, shutting off the water and reaching for a towel to dry my hands. He’s been in a playful mood all day and I’m just over it – well, not really, but I can’t let him know that. He’s incorrigible. “I am running away and never coming back.”

“You keep saying that,” Benny says. He drops back into the Spanish accent and adds, “I do not think it means what you think it means.”

“Jesus Christ,” I say, tossing the towel onto the counter. I throw my hands in the air, feigning defeat. “I'm done.” I walk out of the kitchen, shaking my head and biting my lip to hide the laughter. He might be annoying as hell at times, but he’s hilarious - I just can’t let him know it.

“True wuv will fowow you foreva,” Benny quotes, following closely behind me.

“Oh my God! Stop!” I exclaim, laughter creeping up in my voice. I pretend to cover my ears.

“So tweasure your wuv!” he exclaims.

“Never!” I shout, but I'm quickly breaking into giggles while trying to escape him.

“Get back, witch!" Benny finally exclaims between laughs. He reaches out and grabs my wrist, spinning me around and pulling me into a kiss before I can protest further. As his lips touch mine, everything else melts away. I surrender to the pleasure, a soft moan escaping my lips as I kiss him back with more intensity.

After a moment, I push him away, and he stares at me in confusion.

“I’m not a witch, I’m your wife,” I say, and his lips immediately twist into a more mischievous smile. He knows that I almost always go along with his nonsense. “And after what you just said, I’m not even sure I want to be that anymore.”

“You never had it so good,” he replies, bringing me in for another kiss.

I can’t argue that.

[poorlittlegreenie13]

Greenie's Masterlist — Come & join the party <3

About Me:

Hi! My name is Greenie, which is a reference from David Bowie's song The Jean Genie which has the lyric "Poor little Greenie" in it.

I'm a 20-something lesbian virgo, triple earth sign, eternal-student, Donna Tartt enthusiast, 90's alt rock enthusiast, record-collector, & fic writer <3.

This blog doesn't have a specific theme... I go wherever the muses take me. Below you'll find links to & descriptions of all of my fics sorted by fandom.

Link to my AO3

Stories:

The Bear:

Rules For (fake) Dating an Italian 🇮🇹 - Sydney/Carmy. In progress.

WANTED: Female, aged 20-30, to be my date for Christmas eve dinner with my Italian family. Must be willing to eat my mom’s cooking. No physical intimacy required. No strings attached—I will drive you home after. 4pm-10pm, 12/24. Salary negotiable. Call Carmen: (773) 555-0901.

OR: The one in which Sydney just needs a job, and Carmy will die before he proves Richie right.

Yellowjackets:

Wretched Things 🔥 - Jackie/Shauna, Taissa/Van, Lottie/Natalie. Complete, WC: 260K

It’s been five years since Shauna Sadecki volunteered for Jackie Taylor at the Reaping and won the 45th Hunger Games. Now, at the second annual Quarter Quell, everyone who has been previously Reaped is eligible to be thrown back into the arena. That includes former best friends Lottie and Natalie, and former lovers Van and Taissa.

(aka, me offering up another Yellowjackets Hunger Games AU)

The Killing of a Sacred Doe 🦌 - Lottie/Natalie, Jackie/Shauna, (minor Tai/Van, minor Natalie/Shauna). In progress.

|| Inspired by The Secret History by Donna Tartt || (but can be read without having read TSH)

By every metric that matters, Natalie Scatorccio should not have been admitted to Wiskayok Conservatory for The Arts. She didn’t have the test scores, or the tuition money, or any particular talent or ambition that might have made her a promising asset for a conservatory to acquire. She did have a drinking problem, a dead father, and no other option. So sure, why not art school? It was better than rehab. Or jail. 

let the light in 🖤 - Van/Taissa. Complete, WC: 5k.

“Take me home, please, Van.”

Taissa’s words are soft. Not a question, just a destination. They have always been heading here.

(Post finale getting-back-together fic)

Six of Crows / Shadow & Bone:

angelum mortis amo 🪽 - Jesper/Wylan. Complete, WC: 45k.

Jesper and Wylan are both hitmen from rival gangs. Wylan tries to kill Jesper. It goes about as well as you might expect.

(Featuring crazy-in-love Wylan Van Eck, flirting-at-gunpoint Jesper Fahey, and mob boss Kaz Brekker).

Show Me Yours 🐦‍⬛ - Jesper/Wylan. Complete, WC: 20k.

Wylan's past abuse hovers over him like a shadow. Jesper's gambling addiction binds him like a chain. But as they grow closer, it turns out secrets can melt like ice in the right kind of warmth.

(A character study of TV show-Wylan & Jesper & the way their backstories could factor into the progression of their relationship).

Stranger Things:

Star Star ✨ - Steve/Eddie (minor Chrissy/Robin). Complete, WC: 93K.

Rock band AU in which Robin, Eddie, Jonathan, Nancy, and Chrissy play in a band, and Steve has no choice but to hang out with the most annoying frontman in the world, Eddie Munson. Things escalate when they're forced to pretend they're in a relationship.

Modern AU, fake-dating (kind of).

I Buried a Hatchet (it's coming up lavender) 🪓 - Robin/Nancy (minor Steve/Eddie). Complete, WC: 60K.

Vecna nearly killed Robin before Nancy could take him out for good. Luckily, Robin's too stubborn to die, and Nancy's too stubborn to let her. Nursing her back to health, Nancy soon begins to question the feelings that almost losing Robin awoke in her.

In which Nancy has to do everything herself, compulsory heterosexuality is a bitch, and Robin Buckley is more charming than she thinks she is.

Harry Potter / Marauders:

Burn, Pine, Perish 🎶 - James/Regulus (minor Sirius/Remus). Complete, WC: 33k.

Sirius' family has magically forbidden him from dating anyone until Regulus finds a suitable pureblood partner. The problem is, Sirius is in love with a certain werwolf, and Regulus' romantic inclinations remain a mystery.

James, a pureblood, is nothing if not eager to help a friend.

AKA - A '10 Things I Hate About You' AU in which James attempts to woo Regulus so Sirius can have a chance with Remus.

Lonely Bones 🦴 - Draco/Hermione. Incomplete, on indefinite hiatus, I'm sorry, please stop asking me when I'm going to finish it, your guess is as good as mine, final answers is... sometime, probably, maybe?

Hermione Granger can't sleep. Draco Malfoy can't walk. The war is over, but it feels like it isn't. Neither of them are happy, but maybe the times together are better than the times apart. 

Draco is cursed in the battle of Hogwarts with unhealable bone fractures. Hermione is in desperate need of money to bring her parents back from Australia, and when Narcissa offers her a job attempting to cure Draco, she has no choice but to take it.

A League of Their Own:

It's Rotten Work 💐 - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 10K.

Nobody's ever taken care of Jess McCready.

Not until she met Lupe García, anyway.

(In which Jess is oblivious, Lupe is romantic, and both of them are a little bit confused.)

Devour What's Truly Yours 🏴‍☠️ written in collaboration with the lovely @somebodytoundress - Jess/Lupe. Complete, WC: 37K.

Lupe Garcia had planned to go down with her pirate ship when it was raided by Spanish soldiers one dreadful night. Bleeding out on the deck, she accepted her fate—until an infamous ghostly captain with no name and a haunting face rescued her from the burning ship and nursed her back to health. With no ship, no crew, and no fortune, the solution is clear for Lupe. She‘s going to kill this captain and take over her crew so she may return to ruling the seas. And she’s definitely not going to fall in love with her.

Simply Elegant 🚬 - Jess/Lupe. Complete, WC: 7K.

Lupe is the most popular jock in school.

Jess is a burnout weed dealer.

Lupe goes to Jess to buy weed for a party, and things progress from there.

Bein' Good Isn't Always Easy ⛪️ - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 32K.

The hottest part of summer, working in a guitar shop in the heart of Texas, Jess has the worst sunburn of her life. And she has the hots for the preacher’s daughter. She’s not sure which is worse.

Sing Me to Sleep 🌃 - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 5K.

Lupe's past comes back to haunt her on the anniversary of an important date.

Jess tries to understand. They fall a bit deeper in love.

Slice of life.

Keep Your Electric Eye on Me, Babe ⚡️- Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 4K.

Five times Jess caught Lupe's eye when she shouldn't have + one time Lupe did something about it.

Fever With Thy Flaming Youth 🌡️ - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 2.5K.

Estí gets the flu. Jess & Lupe take care of her.

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𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓁𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉 ⎹ 𝓑.𝓗.

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featuring brahms heelshire x chubby!reader ( f! )

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content warning brief masturbation ( her ), voyeurism, shower sex, brahms gets a little bit rough but it’s nothing crazy

summary you decide to show Brahms how fun it is to shower with you.

word count 2.1k / mini musing

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Brahms couldn’t breathe.

his chest heaves, but the air kept stalling in his throat, rumbling into a guttural grunt as his eyes travel up and down your sopping wet figure. your hands were on your own body, caressing it as the steaming water washes the suds from your body wash away, and he was jealous. jealous of your hands— jealous of the water that had the privilege of touching your silken flesh. he so desperately wanted to move closer, to grab for you, but he knew the rules.

he could only touch if he was invited.

so, instead, he stood in the corner of the room and watched, cock hard and aching in his trousers, fists tightly balled at his sides. you were always kind enough to draw the curtain back so he could watch you bathe, even if it meant you’d have to clean the bathroom floor afterwards, mopping up the splattered bath water.

maybe you liked it a little too much when he watched you. the heat of his stare rivaled the hellfire raining from the faucet, even, and you loved the way it stole your breath from your lungs. you can’t help but want to watch him watch you, feeling a familiar strain of arousal gripping within the depths of your lower abdomen. with a soft hum, both of your hands ran up over your belly to grasp at your own breasts. you have to squint in order to see him through the steam, but you can tell he shifts on his feet, eyes hardly visible through the dark holes of the porcelain mask. it’s too much to resist the temptation of teasing him; or giving him the show he so desperately wants to see, and so you give in to the urges.

“Brahms,” you purr, finally, turning to press your back against the wall of the shower to face him completely. sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you drag one hand down to push it between your ample thighs, “Oh, Brahms…” his shoulders seem to draw taut now, chest rising and falling as he looms in the corner, eagerly watching to see what you’ll do next. spreading your legs as wide as they will go and still keep you safely grounded, you prod at your own sex with the pads of your fingers, rubbing your clitoris in rough circles until you’re panting and squirming against the wall. it feels good, but you knew it would feel so much better if he were doing it for you. “I think…” you pause, staring at him through the steam with a sultry smile when you push your forefinger inside. your walls shudder and clamp around your own finger, and you moan out loud. you take note of the way Brahms jerks forward, as if he had to physically restrain himself from lunging at you, “I think I might need your help.”

for a moment, Brahms appears stunned, as if he wasn’t expecting that.

“Don’t you want to help me?” you whine, poking your abused lower lip out in a pout, finger pumping deep inside you. you knew he did, but you couldn’t help but tease him— it was getting you off. “Don’t you want to make me feel good, hm? Make me moan for you?” finally, he nods. pushing your finger deeper, you arch your back off the wall and close your eyes for a moment. just a single moment. it feels too damn good. “F— fuck…”

when your lids flutter and part again, Brahms is significantly closer to the shower now, large hands still down by his sides but no longer clenched fists, his fingers are twitching with want. tilting his head to one side, he allows his gaze to rake over every inch of your buxom form, missing not a single curve. he’s waiting for his invitation, like a good boy should.

“Tell me what you want, Brahms.” you urge, plumbing your own depths with more feverish thrusting. your palm smacked against your sex when you’re knuckle deep, but the sound is hardly audible over the running water and your own moaning.

“I want…” his voice is meek, a far cry in comparison to his stature. “I want to make you cum.”

the admission is enough to send shivers up your spine. “You want to fuck me, Brahms?” you ask, batting your thick, dark lashes up at him until he’s all but growling in want beneath the mask, “Want to feel my warm, tight pussy clench around your hard cock, baby?”

“Yes. Please. Please… I want to fuck you so badly.” he nods again, taking another step closer. you had an inkling of the idea that you could only play this game for so long before he became impossible to control. but that was all right with you, because you were becoming more and more needy by the moment, and your finger wasn’t cutting it.

“Come on, then.” you urge, finally, “Come join me.”

you needn’t tell him twice, because he was already pulling hard at his clothes, wrenching out of the cardigan and peeling his suspenders off. there was a cute, almost clumsy air to his hurried movements, as if he couldn’t be bothered to be careful because he wanted you so badly, and you watched with your pupils blown, sucking on your lip until he was stark naked in front of you. you loved the sight of Brahms naked— covered in a thick blanketing of dark hair from his chest downward, muscled form bulging. he was a mountain of a man, in every sense of the word. his cock was already hard and twitching, pointed towards the ceiling with a thick, swollen head. it was flattering to see what just one little show of yours could do to him. he grasps the curtain rod, about to step into the shower with you, but you place both hands on his chest and stop him in his tracks.

“The mask, too.” you gesture with a jut of your jaw to the porcelain he still adorned. “I want to see you. All of you.” Brahms hesitates, and you know why. he isn’t too keen on taking the mask off, but he’ll do it for you. finally, he reaches up and plucks it from his countenance, setting it on the sink before turning back to face you. the burns on his visage are nothing short of a masterpiece in your eyes, even if he’s humiliated by them. “Very good boy.” you praise, allowing your hands to glide down over his abs now, “Come on…”

Brahms climbs inside. the shower certainly was not built to fit the two of you, but he doesn’t mind the closeness. in fact, he encourages it by pinning you against the wall with his own body, his cruel hands groping at your breasts. he’s panting already, and he hasn’t even gotten inside of you yet, but his parted lips drag over your mouth, and you tilt your head to welcome his breathy kiss with a happy moan. you can tell it drives him mad by the way he pushes you against the slick wall harder, as if he is trying to somehow force himself closer than he already is. you grip both sides of his neck to keep him close, pushing your tongue out to meet his.

Brahms whimpers with need, digging his rough fingers into your fleshy thigh as he hoists it up on to his hip, leaving you struggling on the tiptoe of your other foot. you trusted him not to let you slip, even in his careless, primal state. “Fuck me, Brahms,” you murmur against his lips, “I need to feel you!”

he can hold back no longer even if he wanted to; Brahms guides himself to part your netherlips and plunges deep. with a lusty cry, your fingernails nip at his neck, back arching, and the knee at his waist digs in, pulling him closer. “Mm!” usually, Brahms could be a slow lover, a considerate one that would give you ample time to get comfortable with his size and how he stretched you, but he was too far gone tonight. luckily, so were you. you didn’t want to wait on his rhythm to build, and he didn’t seem to have the patience for it, either. he falls into a furious rutting straight away, bottoming out hard each time. “Y—yes, yes, yes!” the word is broken and chanted over and over, as if you were a scratched record, punctuating each cruel thrust. you could hear him grunting, more beast than man, in your ear. couple that with the way he hollows you, your walls flittering madly around the thick cock in your guts, and your eyes start to roll back.

“D—does it feel good, Brahms?” you mewl, haplessly holding on to him. “Does that pussy feel so good wrapped around—mmm— your big, fucking cock?”

he’s nodding, but Brahms couldn’t produce a single coherent thought in that moment if he tried. your body was driving him to the brink of utter insanity, and he was happily diving in. he whines and whimpers and begs for you, calling your name in your ear over and over as he pounds into your perfect cunt with reckless abandon. his free hand, which had previously been splayed against the shower wall by your head, now found itself wrapping around your throat to hold you still and in place against the wall. he doesn’t squeeze; he doesn’t have to, only applying enough pressure to hold you down. the water raining over the two of you has gone cold by now, but neither of you seem to mind too much, anyways.

“Oh, my god, right there—“ you groan, peering up at him through the steam and the haze of being dickdrunk, “I’m so fucking close!” you suck in a breath, but the air is thick and hard to take down. Brahms has buried his face in your neck, sucking and biting at your skin, but he hears you and obliges the best he can, jack hammering the same, tender spot in your depths without even a single pause. “You’re— you’re gonna make me cum!” raking your nails down his neck and over his shoulders, your body is pulling itself so tight that it’s almost painful; the telltale bubbling in your belly is the orgasm brewing, and it’s about to boil over. you know it’s going to be intense, maybe too intense, but you can’t find the words to tell him to slow down. even if you could, you don’t think you’d want to.

Brahms is braying in your ear like a man possessed when you come undone, fucking you so hard and fast that you feel like the whole room is spinning. your canal squeezes him tight, milking for all he’s worth, and he loses his own composure, in sync with your climax. “Please— please—“ he’s moaning, sucking on your ear lobe. you want to tell him you’re right here, to comfort him while he cums, but you can’t even think straight. you’re spasming on him, body quivering and eyes rolling back as you cry his name on repeat. his climaxed thrusting is mercurial, to say the least. wild. instinct drives him into you deep one final time, sinking to his hilt and you both moan in complete ecstasy when he fills you with his warmth.

“Did I do good?”

“S—such a good boy,” you croon between pants, sliding down the wall. your knees need to buckle. he seems to catch on, following, keeping himself nested deep inside of you, and pulls you down on to his lap as his knees find the wet, shower floor. “You did so good. I’m so proud of you.”

“Can I have a kiss?” he asks, eyes twinkling with childlike pride. his hands grasp at your rounded bum, pulling you closer on his lap, and you can’t help but suck in a frustrated breath as your clit rubs against his pelvis.

still, you smile and nod, coming down from your high, and cradle his face with both palms. pulling him to your swollen, abused lips, you ghost them over his. “Let’s stay like this for a bit, yeah?” you mumble against his mouth, “I love the feeling of you inside too much to give it up just yet.”

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Punchbowls & Pincushions (Congressman Marcus Pike x f!reader)

summary: The duly elected representative from Texas’s 27th congressional district has a meeting, takes a walk, and meets a woman.

pairing: Congressman Marcus Pike x f!reader

rating: general audiences for this installment, though this series will be explicit and my blog and its content are only for those 18 and up

warnings: none

word count: 2.7k

a/n: Y’all, I’m excited for this one. This is the first installment of what I hope will be a more relaxed fit-ish series I’ve been thinking about for a long time: an AU in which Marcus Pike decides to turn in his badge and his gun and try a different kind of public service. I’ve just been waiting for the right excuse to finally get this first bit down on paper, so thank you as always to the lovely folks at @writer-wednesday for the photo prompt! Big thank yous also to @ezrasbirdie, @whataperfectwasteoftime, @magpie-to-the-morning, and @the-ginger-hedge-witch for letting me ramble at them about this idea for far too long, and to Birdie for looking this over for me!! ❤️

punchbowl: the Secret Service’s code name for the United States Capitol Building.

pincushion: the Secret Service’s code name for the Rayburn House Office Building, one of three main buildings where members of the House of Representatives and their staffs’ offices are actually located.

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It’s not going to happen.

The words play on a loop in Marcus’s head as he tries to calmly traverse the halls of the Capitol.

Leonard, I campaigned on this.

I know, Marcus, I’m sorry.

Look, if this is about HR 86 -

It’s a matter of cost, Marcus.

Bullshit. The whole package is $57 billion. You’re telling me $100 million to expand drug treatment courts is the straw that breaks the CBO’s back?

It’s a miracle we got all the things in that we did. It’s gonna be hell trying to get this through the Senate as it is.

And what am I supposed to tell my constituents in the meantime?

To get used to disappointment. Or just blame the Senate. I always do.

Leonard -

It’s not going to happen, Marcus. Next time.

Marcus had scowled, recognizing that continuing to argue with the Chairman of the Appropriations Committee was going to get him nowhere.

It’s not going to happen.

He should go back to his office. His chief of staff, Linda, is expecting him. They’re supposed to go over a few things he has coming up this month, make some decisions on what events he’s been invited to that he’d actually like to attend, discuss strategy for the rollout of an education bill he’s introducing soon…

But the thought of heading back to the tiny three-room suite of office space each Congressperson is allotted, one whole room of which is designated just for him with its deep blue walls and heavy drapes and uncomfortable leather furniture, makes claustrophobia start to claw its way up his throat. There’s no air in this place, there’s no room to breathe. Between the windowless House chamber, old stone office buildings, and underground tunnels connecting everything, he can go hours without seeing the sky.

Three months he’s been in this job. Three months since he put his hand on a Bible and swore an oath to defend the Constitution from all enemies foreign and domestic, and swore an oath to himself that he would do right by the people of San Antonio who had placed their trust in him to represent them in Washington.

He’s not sure how successful he’s been so far. When he was an FBI agent, his life was governed by rules, by procedure, by the book. His working life had structure, it had guardrails. It had clear objectives: track down the art, arrest the bad guys, solve the case.

Congress, too, is governed by rules. The orderly structure by which bills move through the House, the procedures dictating how hearings are run, the ethics laws spelling out what he can and cannot do in his capacity as an elected official.

But there are so many unspoken rules, too. Ones that offer guidance on how to get your issues noticed and your priorities heard. How to strike deals, even how to just get into the room where the deals are struck or a seat at the table where the horse-trading happens. How to, as the famous book title says, win friends and influence people. There are ways to get things done, but Marcus can’t seem to get a handle on any of it.

You’ll learn soon enough, one of Marcus’s septuagenarian colleagues had told him during his first week on the Hill. Keep your head down, don’t make waves, kiss all the leadership ass you can. Freshmen Members always think they’re hot shit, but here? You’re just one of 435. All of us won our elections same as you, except most of us have been doing it a lot longer. You’re at the back of the line in this place, kid. Try not to get crushed. Good luck.

The man hadn’t been purposefully cruel, it’d been phrased as genuine advice.

Marcus texts Linda that he’s taking a detour.

He exits the Capitol on its west side, dodging both reporters and tourists and escaping unnoticed. At first he thinks he’ll just walk the Mall, just keep going until he hits the Washington Monument, or even the Lincoln Memorial, however long it takes him to regain some sense of calm, his dress shoes be damned. But as he crosses the street, the lush entry to the U.S. Botanic Gardens on the corner beckons him.

He wanders onto the grounds, past the main greenhouse and into the outdoor gardens. Flowering plants are just barely starting to bloom, and it’s early enough in the month that the spring break tourist crowds have yet to fully descend on the city. A few families linger here and there, but the further away Marcus walks from the greenhouse the fewer people there are. He spots a bench set away from the main path, nearly up against the stone wall that encircles the garden, and sits. The sound of a small stream trickling along nearby is nearly drowned out by the white noise of cars passing by on Independence Avenue just on the other side of the wall, but he tunes it all out.

It’s a pretty, peaceful space. Not as iconic or picturesque, perhaps, as the famous cherry blossoms down by the Tidal Basin, but he's grateful for the corresponding lack of people.

He can still see the dome of the Capitol above the trees, the sun glinting off the painted cast iron and threatening to blind him, the sight of it apparently inescapable even in the midst of this urban oasis. Marcus drops his head into his hands, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes and trying to block it out - the meeting, his schedule, his frustration, his uncertainty, the damn outline of the damn building looming over all of it, all the time...

"Rough morning, Congressman?"

The sound of a voice quite close by makes Marcus sit up straight in surprise. His head whips to the left, in the opposite direction from the Capitol, to find its owner, a new source of aggravation making him want to grind his teeth.

Can he not get a moment to himself, even here...

"Sorry!" The voice says again. "I didn't mean to startle you."

Then he notices: there's another bench to his left, slightly behind him and half-hidden by the low-hanging branches of a nearby tree. And on it sits a woman.

Marcus's irritation starts to melt away as quickly as it came. She's dressed casually, in jeans and a cream-colored moto jacket, her ankles crossed and tucked under the bench. As far as Marcus can tell, she's there alone, and is perhaps a few years younger than he is. And there's something in the way she's looking at him, bright eyes framed by long lashes, the corner of her mouth pulled upward in an apologetic half-smile...

She's beautiful.

And for a moment, he just…stares at her.

“It’s okay,” he finally says after several beats too long, his brain and his mouth trying to play catch-up. “It’s fine. You’re fine.” He winces, hoping she doesn’t take that the wrong way. But her smile widens, just a little.

“It has been a bit of a rough morning,” Marcus admits. “I’ve been having a lot of those lately, to be honest.”

“No rest for the elected, huh?” It’s a gentle teasing, which is a welcome respite from the disappointed - or even downright hostile - tone many people use when they find out he’s in Congress.

Although that begs the question…

“How’d you know I was - ”

She taps her jacket collar, jutting her chin in the direction of his own lapel. He looks down automatically, already knowing what he’ll see - the gold-and-silver pin a little larger than a quarter, stamped with the Congressional seal and pinned to his suit coat. His Member pin, a little metal disc that served to identify him as a Congressman, in lieu of an ID badge.

Heat creeps into his face.

“I keep forgetting I’m wearing it,” he mutters, abashed. The woman shrugs.

“A lot of Members refuse to take it off. Everywhere they go in this town, they want everyone to know how important they are.”

Marcus visibly shudders.

“I should tell my chief of staff that if I ever become that kind of person, she should slap me before telling me to retire.”

The woman laughs, a small, tinkling burst of sound, like someone rapidly opened a music box and allowed only a few notes to escape before shutting it again. She lifts a hand to smooth it over her hair, and that’s when Marcus notices she has a camera in her lap. A very nice, very expensive-looking camera.

She must see him notice it, just as she must see the way tension creeps unbidden into his shoulders, his neck, his jaw, because she turns the lens to the side, away from him.

“I’m not press,” she reassures him. “I’m just here to see what’s in bloom.”

The strain in his muscles eases, just a bit.

“Do you wanna talk about it? Your rough morning?”

He shouldn’t. She may not be a reporter, but she could easily pass on anything he says to one. She knows he’s a Member, and even if she doesn’t recognize exactly who he is, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out. He’s, on average, three decades younger than most of his colleagues, and the combination of what his campaign manager called progressive charisma and movie star good looks had gotten him a level of national attention while he’d been running that he’d neither wanted nor felt he deserved. To this day, he’s still not sure how he let his team talk him into saying yes to the Vanity Fair cover…

He has no reason to trust this woman. Nothing but a feeling in his gut. And Marcus refuses to be made so cynical by this town already that he spurns a kind offer from a pretty stranger.

“Off the record?” He asks, just to try and cover his bases.

She chuckles again.

“I told you I’m not press. But if it’ll make you feel better, yes.”

He takes a breath, turning on the bench to face her more fully, and launches into an abbreviated version of today’s events.

“It’s like I’ve been thrown into the deep end of a pool,” he says at the end, “and I haven’t been able to get my head back above water yet.”

The woman nods in sympathy, having listened attentively to his sorry tale.

“Can I ask you a question?” She asks, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. “Why did you decide to run for Congress?”

How does he begin to answer that question? He used to have a precise, snappy, inspiring response, one edited down and workshopped and focus group tested to use at every campaign stop:

San Antonio is where I was born and raised. It has always been home to me. I love this place and its people, and I was taught that when you love someone, you fight for them. You care for them. You give back to them. And when it is clear that they are not being served by those in power, when it is clear that their leadership is failing them, you say something. You do something. And that is why I am running…

But that feels disingenuous here. This woman isn’t asking Marcus, the candidate. She’s asking Marcus, the person.

“I wanted to help people,” he says simply. “When I see an injustice, I can’t ignore it. Crime, poverty, inequality, violence. And the man who held this job before me wasn’t doing nearly enough to fix it.”

She’s quiet for a moment, absorbing his words.

“Too many people forget that being an elected official is supposed to mean being a public servant,” she tells him. “It sounds like you’re here for the right reasons. Keep remembering why you wanted to come here in the first place.”

Marcus smiles wryly at her.

“You work on the Hill?”

Her face immediately scrunches up in disgust, a sound a cross between a scoff and a gag escaping her lips before she clamps a hand over her mouth, clearly worried that she’s insulted him.

But Marcus throws his head back and laughs at her unfiltered reaction. It might be the first time he’s laughed all week.

“That’s a ‘no’, I take it?”

She shakes her head, grinning.

“No. I mean, it’s not that I don’t respect the work, it’s just…the environment leaves a lot to be desired.”

Marcus can’t fault her there.

“Do you come to the gardens a lot?” He asks, gesturing vaguely at the flora around them.

“Not as much as I’d like,” she admits. “This is my first day off in forever, and I’m more used to shooting people; this lets me stretch my creative muscles in a different way. And it’s so beautiful here.”

Marcus hums in agreement.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been here before,” he realizes. “Even during the times I was based in DC with the bureau, I never made it down here.”

“Well now that you have, what do you think of it?”

“It’s definitely exceeding my expectations,” he says, and he doesn’t miss the way her breath hitches, just the tiniest bit.

Marcus clears his throat and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

“You know, there’s a couple dozen cherry blossom trees out around the east side of the Rayburn building. I read that they’re expected to hit peak bloom this week, if you’re looking for new plant subjects to photograph without fighting the hordes at the Tidal Basin.”

She fiddles with the camera in her lap before looking up at him through her lashes.

“I wanted to, last year. Missed peak bloom by a couple of days. But maybe I should try again.”

Marcus opens his mouth to agree when the tinny vibration of his phone in his pocket breaks the moment. He makes an apologetic face at her before fishing it out and tries not to grimace at the name on the caller ID.

“I - it’s my chief, give me one second?” He pleads with her. He turns his body slightly away from her and answers the call.

“Linda?”

“Marcus. They’re about to call votes. Please tell me you haven’t gone AWOL such that you can’t make it back to the chamber in the next five minutes.”

His gaze drifts upward to where he can see the Capitol beyond the trees. He’s known Linda since he was six years old, and while there’s no one in DC he trusts more, he can’t bring himself to admit to her where he is, or why he blew off their scheduled time to chat without explanation.

“I just…needed some air,” he says lamely. “I won’t miss the vote window.”

He can hear her suppress a sigh.

“Can we at least go over the education bill stuff while you’re en route?”

“Hang on.” He swivels back to look at the woman on the bench, wanting more than anything to stay here, to keep talking with her, to keep feeling lighter than he has in a long while.

But she’s gone.

Marcus shoots to his feet, looking around to see if he can spot her. But aside from a young family nearby watching some ducks bathing in the stream, he’s suddenly alone.

In his past life, Marcus would have gone after her. There’s only so far she could have gotten; there’s an entrance at the garden's westernmost edge near the benches, she’s probably just on the other side, standing on the corner and waiting for the light to change. Marcus could follow her, find her, ask her for her name, for her number, if he could see her again, talk to her again, find out if she feels the connection he’s feeling -

He almost does it.

But then Linda’s voice is coming through his phone’s speaker, pulling him back to reality. He has to go vote. He has a job to do. A schedule to keep. And when has running after a woman ever gotten him anything but eventual heartbreak?

He puts the phone back up to his ear, the gravel path crunching under his feet as he walks back in the direction of the Capitol.

“I’m here, Linda. Talk to me about the bill.”

“Are you heading back to the chamber?”

He is, and he tells her as much. And if a part of him feels like he’s heading in the wrong direction, he keeps it to himself.

[anime-nymph]

About this collab

↳  There are many reasons I’m putting this collab together. I hit another milestone (4.7k), I’m taking a hiatus soon so I can comfortably work on my many upcoming series, I want more spicy series to read... the list goes on. Please take a look below!

Theme  — Series

↳  Writers: Have you had a series idea waiting in the wings that you need an excuse to finally begin, or are you already writing a series? Maybe you even started one a ways back and took a break, but you think it’s time to pick it up again. Well alright then.

Rules

i. You must of course be 18+ to participate and your age must be easily visible somewhere on your blog.

ii. As my blog is 18+ with a majority focus on N-SFW/DC content in what I write and read, I am limiting entries to those categories.

With that said, nothing is off limits (except the obvious no pedophilia/bestiality) but you must make sure everything is tagged correctly!

iii. One entry per person/blog.

iv. Preferred Fandoms are AoT, BNHA, HQ, and JJK, but if you have an idea or existing series for another fandom, I will include an “Others” category.

v. Art/Fanart is still acceptable if that's your creation of choice! Just like any other series, if you have or are planning 3 parts or more, you're welcome to join.

vi. There will be no limit on character entries, so whoever you want to write for is accessible!

vii. To enter, send in an ask with the below included. Please state writing or art!

Fandom

Character x [type]!reader (OC's welcome!)

Genre (n-sfw/dc)

Main theme(s)

And (if you have it) a title & short summary/synopsis, if not a TBA will be noted. Try to keep it in the 100 word range.

viii. Upcoming and ongoing series only!

ix. Reblog the collab post after acceptance!

x. Since series are a little more in depth, if at any point you need to change or add any details to the masterlist, just dm me and I'll be happy to do so!

xi. The whole series does not need to be completed before tagging the collab! A single chapter submission is enough!

xii. There is no due date! But for those of you who need structure, let's say June 31st. Simply tag me in your first/next work and use #onceuponatimecollab in the tags.

▪︎ Submissions will be linked over the series title which will be bolded ▪︎ If you have/will have a masterlist, those will be linked and clearly indicated if you would like ▪︎

AoT

↳ @erenyaygirl writing ▪︎ Eren x f!reader ▪︎ One Day the Only Butterflies Left ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ apocalypse, themes of life and death ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Year: 2,854. Following the destruction of the walls, (833) years and after this present day. At the precipice of autumn, y/n sets out on a seasonal foraging and fishing trip only to get lost. Their predicament does not go unnoticed by the local mountain spirit.

↳ @tinydiors writing ▪︎ Levi x f!reader; Zeke x f!reader ▪︎ Strangers Stay Buried ▪︎ nsfw/dc ▪︎ undercover, enemies to lovers, romance, betrayal ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ After four of the nine titans were sent to paradis, the island of the devils, and never returned, commander magath decides to send you, one of their highest ranking strategists and researchers, to infiltrate the scouts regiment and eldian forces to uncover the truth behind their motives. Hellbent on taking down king fritz' reign of terror, you have no trouble infiltrating their military, their homes, their lives to bring an end to the titans, once and for all. But you never expected one dark haired man, armed with two blades at his sides, to make your job so difficult, nor to steal your heart.

BNHA

↳ @anime-nymph writing ▪︎ Pro Hero!Bakugou x f!reader ▪︎ Guilty as Charged ▪︎ nsfw/dc ▪︎ unplanned romance, angst, manipulation/betrayal ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Your life has never been easy. After the death of your parents, you’ve been left to take care of your little sister all on your own. You did everything in your power to protect her. There's nothing easy about being a kid, and nothing harder than keeping a couple of kids off the streets. There were things you had to do, things you had to sacrifice. Some things you wish you could take back. Years down the road, your sister is grown up and starting college. Many things are different now, but one thing will never change: you’re still going to do whatever you can to keep her safe, to make sure she lives the happy life she deserves. But when the demons you sold your soul to come back and threaten to destroy the one thing you wish to protect, will you remain the victim? Or become the villain in order to keep her safe?

↳ @tomurasprincess writing ▪︎ Shigaraki x f!reader ▪︎ Kalopsia ▪︎ nsfw/dc ▪︎ Stockholm, Pregnancy ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Kalopsia [kā lō p sēa] Noun: Delusion where things appear more beautiful than they really are.

HQ

↳ @meiansmistress writing ▪︎ Ceo!Meian x f!reader ▪︎ TBA ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ dom/sub dynamics ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ 50 Shades retelling

↳ @tetsurousharlot writing ▪︎ Kuroo x f!reader; Daishou x f!reader ▪︎ Playing Fiction ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ angst, romance and betrayal ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Falling in love with an older man wasn’t always the easiest option so when you sense things aren’t working out in your favor, you stray to another; but your heart still isn’t satisfied. It knows who it belongs to. Whether you call it fate or destiny—the universe steps in with a tiny miracle to save the relationship you were always meant to be in.

↳ @sweetsbysatori writing ▪︎ Kageyama x reader ▪︎ Kageyama Tobio vs the World ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ love octagram ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Everyone's got baggage—hell, so does Kageyama. But when your evil exes come marching back into your life, Tobio is forced to fight and defeat them all if he wants to continue to date you. (Based on Scott Pilgrim)

↳ @mxonigirimiya writing ▪︎ Kuroo x Black!f!reader ▪︎ Title TBA ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ themes TBA ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Sugar daddy au

JJK

↳ @tetsukentona writing ▪︎ Nanami x f!reader ▪︎ No Body, No Crime ▪︎ nsfw/dc ▪︎ Detective/PI AU, Crime, Suspense, Slowburn, angst ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Kento Nanami’s a renowned private investigator in Japan, who’s known to deal with cases that deal with paranormal activity or what’s known to him as “cursed energy.” When Ijichi, the assistant manager of his PI firm gets a call to look into another case, Kento recognizes that this case was earlier declared an open-and-shut case by (F/N) (L/N), another renowned PI who was known to have solved cases within days of receiving them. Initially irked with her methods of solving the cases, especially since she’s not like him, he decides that he has to approach her for help, else this will remain a cold case yet to be solved. As time passes by, secrets slowly unravel, the distance between them decreases, and the outcome would come out as a surprise to them. (Based on a Taylor Swift Song with the same name.)

↳ @touyasghosty writing ▪︎ Toji x f!reader ▪︎ Atlantis ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ forbidden love, angst ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ You've always been warned not to go messing with the gods. You had always listened until you came face to face with the God of carnal love.

↳ @oneoftheextras writing ▪︎ Toji x f!reader ▪︎ Saints and Sinners ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ assassin au, slowburn, violence ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ You accept a job from your employer: kill the black haired man with the blue eyes. But when his dad discovers that your plan to take out his son, your new job is to evade the elder Fushiguro as best you can to survive, but he’s as persistent as you are stubborn.

OTHERS

↳ @kxkyuu writing ▪︎ KNY ▪︎ Kyoujuro Rengoku x f!reader ▪︎ Deadly Games We Play ▪︎ nsfw/dc ▪︎ mafia, assassin, seduction ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ You are a top assassin, the best of your class. Skilled with all types of blades and poision, you're hired by Muzan to kill the Rengoku Mafia Family. You target the oldest son, Rengoku Kyoujuro, not knowing that he is the Boss. However after a failed attempt, Kyoujuro takes a liking to you. Thus the game begins to see if you can kill him before he seduces you. Who will win?

↳ @cherrykamado writing ▪︎ KNY ▪︎ Tanjiro Kamado x reader ▪︎ Sweet Like Honey ▪︎ nsfw/dc ▪︎ yandere themes, toxic behavior/relationships ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ "It’s your smell — your honey-like smell. Intoxicating from beginning to end, the first time he breathes it in, he can’t help but get addicted. And now, he doesn’t just yearn for your sweet scent — he craves for you."

↳ @tsukishimas-shortcake writing ▪︎ Tokyo Rev ▪︎ Draken x f!reader ▪︎ Ticket to Happiness ▪︎ nsfw ▪︎ prostitution, violence, angst ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Walking through the Tokyo red light district at night was anything but peaceful. Fake laughs from working women and salary men chasing pleasure fill the air, along with cigarette smoke that covers the street like a thick fog covers a lake. It may seem relatively harmless for those just passing through, but if you look past the groups of men stumbling out of the bar, the women waving goodbye to the men they’ve entertained for hours while wearing a fraudulent smile, girls handing out fliers to come “eat” at their establishment,  you realize patrons getting beaten in back alleys due to late payments on their loans or leaving a visible bruise on a working woman, drug deals, and the like. But you can pay your way out of any pain and suffering you may have to go through here because everything has a price, including the people. Men can be sold for many  services, most of which revolve around violence or “protection”, and women can be sold for one thing and one thing only: sex.

↳ @bajiyaki writing ▪︎ Tokyo Rev ▪︎ Mikey x f!reader ▪︎ Your Faithless Love's the Only Hoax I Believe In ▪︎ dc/nsfw ▪︎ themes TBA ▪︎ Masterlist

▪︎ Mikey was never the overprotective type. He was the baby. The ray of sunshine. He was someone that needed to be taken care of, not the other way around. But after losing so many of his family members and friends, he’s tired of losing people. So when a sudden step-sister emerges from the shadows to watch over his sick grandpa, Mikey vows to do anything to make sure you stay in his life forever.

[jessikahathaway]

-Masterlist-

Hello~

Welcome to the blog!

*Thank you to @badgalsgetinfree (Sevń) for the blog banners and updated graphics! I appreciate it so much dear!*

I'm Jess, and I'm glad to see you've stopped by! I've been a member of ARMY since 2014 and I am YoonKook bias with a 95 line bias wrecker but tbh, OT7 is the ultimate bias-wrecker...

I do cross post on AO3, the name is DreamingCompanion.

Here is a collection of all of my stories.

Be aware I have been writing on this page for a while, so you might notice some of these stories are rather old and tbh-kinda cringy.

*NEW*

I have updated the masterlist and removed a lot of my older works. Now, these works are still on the blog and you can find them if you so choose. I am removing them from the masterlist because they no longer accurately represent me as a writer but they do show my growth so I will keep them there for those who have enjoyed them.

So please sit back and relax, enjoy the ride.

Please refrain from asking about updates. I write for fun, I want to keep it that way. Please be respectful/considerate when asking me (or any content creator) about updates.

-TAGLISTS HAVE BEEN DISCONTINUED-

I'm very sorry to those who were on taglists for this inconvenience.

Minors-you are not welcome to interact with this blog/nor are you welcome to read/interact with my content. If I find that you are a minor following this page I will block you.

I am not responsible for your lack of discretion; I am not responsible for you breaking the rules I have set.

~ Networks ~

I am a member of writer networks here on tumblr - this is my list

Bangtan Sorciere

BangtanWritersHQ

Whaliennet

M - Mature Content

A - Angst

F - Fluff

- MEMBERS -

-Oneshots-

Cold Chinese - M, F

Part I Part II - COMPLETED

Jin was terribly in love with his boyfriend, Jungkook. But he also had some fantasies to live out. Through you. His female best friend. (Polyamorous!AU)

-Oneshots-

Cornfields - M, F

He was an alien. You were a girl. Can I make it any more obvious? Probably. It's the one where Yoongi's a cold alien that needs love too.

Cosmos - M, F, A (Sequel to Cornfields)

Yoongi and you had been travelling together for a long time. You’d begun the terrifying journey of becoming parents. When a new person arrives in a way you didn’t expect, you and Yoongi’s relationship is sent into a tailspin.

Cannabis Connoisseur - M, Slight F

Yoongi is the local “cannabis connoisseur.” Every college student who smokes started with a Mr. Min Yoongi. Not only is he the image of slick and cool, giving even the male sports stars a run for their money in the looks department. Insert, you, a study bug who currently is having insanely bad bouts of insomnia. Lucky for you, Yoongi has something for that.

-Series-

Crimson Grail - M, F, A

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI - ONGOING

There were tales of the famed pirate Min Yoongi, Captain of the Crimson Grail. However, one meeting with him is hardly ever enough... One taste of adventure, and you were addicted. (Pirate!AU - HIATUS)

Coming Soon...

Coming Soon...

-Oneshots-

Uncontrolled - M, Baby A

As a half breed, being a werewolf wasn't ever your identity. Until a certain aspect makes itself known... (Werewolf!AU)

Roomie - M, F

After a disappointing slew of failed sexual escapades, you find yourself willing to do some crazy things.

Falling for your roommate not included.

-Series-

Ambrosia - M, F, A

Prologue

Cast out of Olympus with the task to find his one true love, Aphrodite is certain his match will come to him. But as the years drag on, what happens when the God of Love, gives up? (Mythology!AU - HIATUS/DELAY OF OFFICAL POSTING)

Baby Talk - M, F, A

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Jimin and Jungkook had been trying to get a surrogate for years. Finally when you agree to help them, their dreams seem to be coming true. But, dreams change... (Pregnancy/Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU - HIATUS)

-Oneshots-

Under the Covers - M, A

Taehyung and you are assigned to be married while you hunt down a notorious drug trafficker. Problem is, the two of you don't exactly get along... (Spy!AU)

-Series-

Taming the Beast - M, F, A

You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

-Oneshots-

Cold Chinese - M, F

Part I Part II - COMPLETED

Jin was terribly in love with his boyfriend, Jungkook. But he also had some fantasies to live out. Through you. His female best friend. (Polyamorous!AU)

Witch's Brew - M

With a witch out on the prowl, the Royal Knight Jungkook has been issued a task. But can he complete it? Especially when you're as beautiful as you are? (Knight!AU)

Kill Me Softly - M, F (kinda, if you squint), A

As a reclusive vampire, you haven’t seen one of your kind in centuries. Regardless, Jungkook is tasked with hunting you down and bringing you back to the King by whatever means necessary. Even if you’re shattered by the end of it. (Vampire!AU)

Star Crossed - M, F, A

Theatre had been your life, and one fuck boy was not going to mess it up for you. Probably. (College!AU)

Dreaming of You - M, F

You and Jungkook had been dating a while, but you still hadn't. You know. Got jiggy with it. So this is a story, about how you resolved that problem.

Witch's End - M, F, Heavy A (Main Character Death)

You and Jungkook have been seeing each other for a while. But when new challenges black your way, will you be able to handle the obstacles? Or will your differences be too much in the end after all? (Continuation of Witch's Brew-Can be read as a stand alone)

"Besties for the Resties" - M, F, A

Jungkook had always been your friend since the day you two met as young kids. But what happens when your friendship is put to the test? Can you remain “besties for the resties?” Or will years of friendship be lost in the blink of an eye?

Cat Got Your Tongue? - M, F, A

You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?

-Series-

Baby Talk - M, F, A

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Jimin and Jungkook had been trying to get a surrogate for years. Finally when you agree to help them, their dreams seem to be coming true. But, dreams change... (Pregnancy/Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU - HIATUS)

*Please note: If any story says it is discontinued/on hiatus I will not be answering asks pertaining to updates for those stories, as I have stated here the story is not currently being worked on or being posted.*

Thank you for stopping by!

Love, Jess

[pazumane]

Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Sugawara Koushi x CisFem!Reader

Summary: After a disastrous holiday gathering with your overbearing parents, Suga comforts you in the best way he knows how.

Genre/WC: Comfort, Smut, Established Relationship, 2.5k.

THIS WORK IS NSFW SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. Blog rules are clearly stated in my pinned post.

Warnings: Oral (f! receiving), dry humping, vanilla af, this is canon-compliant and takes place after the timeskip so TIMESKIP-SPOILERS.

Notes:

Written for Anilysium’s NSFW Winter Collab (Masterlist can be found here).

Do not mention me/my blog or repost my work on here or other platforms with lots of minors, such as TikTok or Wattpad.

Reblogs are very much appreciated! <3 Fic is under the cut. Hope you enjoy <3

The holiday season is hard. Holidays mean visiting your parents. Your overbearing, hypercritical parents. They’re not awful people by any stretch of the imagination, but their high expectations and passive-aggressive comments make you feel like you’re letting them down every time you come home. Every year, you try to tell yourself that that’s not true, but it’s hard not to feel that way, especially when you compare yourself with your sisters. They’re lovely people, but it’s next to impossible to compete with them in your mom and dad’s eyes.

Your older sister and her lawyer husband have three kids already and another on the way. Your younger sister managed to graduate college before you and is engaged to a doctor. And here you are, still doing entry-level work well into your twenties and never having dated anyone except your current boyfriend, Sugawara Koushi.

You haven’t been together for long, but Suga is everything you could possibly want in a partner – kind, sensitive, and patient, but never boring, always cracking jokes and making you laugh. The children he teaches love him, judging by the stacks of little handwritten notes and drawings he brings home every week, several of which are from students that have since aged out of his class. The moms love him too, as evidenced by the dirty looks some of them throw your way whenever you go to pick Suga up from work. You’re not quite sure how you landed someone as wonderful as him.

So by the time the holiday season rolls around and it’s time for your annual visit home, you’re confident that your parents will love him and optimistic that they’ll finally get off your back. Despite this, you make sure to give Suga a clear heads-up, and he readily accepts the challenge, assuring you of his excitement about meeting your family for the first time.

Things seemed to be going well at first. Your sisters loved his friendly disposition and his willingness to swap embarrassing stories about you. Your nieces and nephew gravitated towards him and listened in amazement as he regaled them with stories of his kouhai who had just played in the Olympics a few months prior.

But your parents… well, they’re another story.

As soon as dinner starts, the interrogation begins.

How long have the two of you really been together? What are your intentions with our daughter? She’s old enough that she should be settling down soon. Our eldest is married to a lawyer, but I suppose a school teacher is respectable enough. She should be with somebody who isn’t going to waste her time.

Suga handles their incessant questioning well, answering each of their questions thoughtfully and skillfully dodging their passive-aggressive barbs. However, you don’t handle it as well, and end up asking him to take you home before dessert is served, spending most of the ride back in tears.

*

When the two of you finally arrive back to your apartment, you flop down on your bed, feeling completely drained. Suga follows closely, laying down next to you and taking you into his arms. You weep quietly into his chest, tears soaking the fabric of his shirt. He holds you through it, rubbing your back and running his fingers through your hair until you start to settle down. Once your sobs finally begin to ease up, Suga coaxes you into a seated position and passes you the tissue box on your bedside table.

“I’m sorry,” you say, sniffling. “I don’t think I’ve ever cried in front of you like this before. It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing at all, sweetheart,” he says. “I know how stressed you were about this.”

“It’s not just that,” you groan. “It’s just… you’re the first boyfriend I’ve brought home and they spent the whole night talking down to you and treating you like dirt. It’s not okay.”

“Sweetheart…”

“It’s one thing when they treat me like that, but it’s another when they do it to you, too,” you say tearfully. “It’s not right. I’m just… I’m just really sorry.”

“Hey,” Suga says firmly, laying back on the bed and gesturing towards himself. “Come here.”

You lay back down next to him, burrowing into his chest. You force yourself to focus on the sound of his heart beating, and you feel yourself beginning to relax into his soothing touch.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Suga whispers, gently combing his fingers through your hair and lightly scratching your scalp. “It’s not your fault.”

The two of you lay there in a peaceful silence, yet more words linger at the tip of your tongue. Suga seems to sense it too, because he guides your face up towards his and peppers it in light kisses.

“I feel like you’ve got more you want to say,” he says. “What’s on your mind?” “I just feel like I’m always disappointing them,” you admit quietly. “I just don’t want to disappoint you too.”

“You’ve never disappointed me, sweetheart,” he says.

“I know, I just… I really like you, Kou. I don’t want some stupid holiday gathering with my parents to be the thing that scares you off.”

“Hey,” he whispers, gently wiping your tear-stained cheeks with his thumb and softly pressing his lips to yours. “I know your parents can be difficult, but that won’t change anything for me. I’m with you for you, not for your parents. I’m really proud of you, and I’m proud of being with you. And sweetheart?

“Yeah?”

“I really like you too,” he murmurs, gently rolling you onto your back. Carefully climbing over you, Suga dips down and leaves a trail of wet kisses across the curve of your jaw until his lips just barely hover over your ear.

“Can I show you just how much I like you?” he asks.

You barely manage to give him a breathy yes before his lips are back on yours again. This kiss, while still soft, carries a greater intensity than the others he’s given you since you got back to your apartment. You gasp when he nibbles on your bottom lip, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His lips and tongue are insistent against yours, demanding to be kissed back, and it lights a fire in your core that threatens to rage out of control.

Suga runs his hands down your sides and when he reaches your hips, he pushes them under your shirt. His hands are warm as he trails them up your bare skin, his touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You mewl when his fingertips trace over the lace of your bra and you arch into him, desperate to feel more.

“Kou,” you whimper. “Please.”

“I know,” he says quietly, carefully pushing your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. He discards your clothes to the side, baring your body to the chill of your bedroom. Suga sits back on his heels and drinks in your exposed form.

The way he looks at you, with so much pure adoration and reverence in his gaze… it’s almost like he’s seeing you for the first time again, and it sends a nervous heat through your body.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Suga whispers reassuringly, gently palming at your breasts. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”

He quickly unbuttons his shirt, tossing it to the side and moving back over you. He carefully sinks down over you, his weight slowly pressing into you. It’s comforting, feeling him on top of you, bare chest to bare chest. You could almost fall asleep like this, if it weren’t for the pair of lips gliding across your collarbone and down your chest. Suga suddenly latches his lips around your nipple, suckling gently on the sensitive flesh and pulling a quiet moan from your throat. Quiet little whimpers pass your lips as Suga laves his tongue around the stiffening peak, sucking harder as you mewl his name and palming your other breast.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, voice muffled from the way he’s buried between your tits.

“So good,” you murmur.

Suga pulls away, but not before sucking a mark in the valley of your breasts hard enough to leave a bruise that will almost certainly be there come morning-time. Moving his hands to your hips, he quickly unzips your jeans and tugs them down along with your damp panties. His hands are gentle and his touches are so light as he trails his hands down your body all the way down to your core. You keen when he ghosts the pad of his thumb on your clit, sending a pleasurable heat all the way through your body. He settles between your naked thighs, throwing them over his shoulders. His warm breath lightly fans over your wet cunt, making it pulse with needy anticipation.

“Don’t tease,” you say, your voice coming out as much breathier and more desperate than you would’ve liked.

“Can I eat you out?” Suga asks, nudging his nose on your clit and making you unconsciously push yourself even closer to his face.

“Please,” you plead, weaving your fingers into his silvery locks.

Suga chuckles, placing a light kiss on your thigh before descending on your warm, wet cunt. His mouth is careful and methodical as he laps away at your pussy. Long, languid strokes of his tongue send fire through your veins and slick down his chin.

You’re not sure which is flustering you more – the sounds of your boyfriend slurping away at your pussy, or the obscene sounds his forcing from you as he eats you out with unmatched intensity. You can’t help but whimper at the feeling of him practically devouring you, rolling your hips up to match his movements.

“Want you to come all over my tongue,” he groans as he flattens his tongue on your pussy, slowly running it up and down and sending a chill down your spine. “Wanna taste how good I make you feel.”

He looks up at you and swirls his tongue one, two, three times around your throbbing clit and making your pussy clench.

“Please,” you mewl, scrabbling for a pillow, the bedsheets, anything. Anything to ground yourself. “Fuck me with your tongue, please.”

“Anything for you, my sweetheart,” he says lowly, sucking your clit into his mouth one more time before dragging his tongue back down towards your weeping hole. Suga hums contentedly as he pushes it past your entrance, thrusting it in and out until your thighs are shaking around his head.

“Your fingers, Koushi, need your fingers now,” you moan, tightening your grip in his hair and grinding down on his face.

Suga eagerly obliges, moving his tongue up to your clit and quickly replacing it with one of his fingers. Your back arches almost painfully when he pumps it in and out of you, curling it over that spot inside of you that makes you scream his name every time.

“More, more, please, I need more,” you chant like a prayer.

Suga’s gaze is hazy with lust as it lands on you, but you can feel his gratified smirk as he slips a second finger inside of you, and then another. Part of you wants to cover your face in shame, but he’s clearly enjoying this just as much as you are, judging by the way he rolls his hips into the mattress, matching the pace with which his fingers thrust in and out of you.

You can feel yourself rapidly approaching your peak, waves of euphoria washing over your whole body as your boyfriend makes a complete mess of your pussy. When he closes his lips over your clit and sucks hard, the tight rope in your core holding you together snaps.

“Kou, I’m gonna… fuuuck…”

You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, sending surges of electric heat through your entire being. Your thighs quake around Suga’s head and a violent shudder runs through his whole body at the feeling. He groans loudly as you gush all over his face, lapping up your cum until you’re a quivering mess underneath his mouth.

“Koushi, ‘s too much,” you whimper, trying to wiggle away from him. “Can’t take anymore.”

Suga obliges, pulling away and laying several messy, open-mouthed kisses on the insides of your thighs before making his way back up to your mouth. You sigh as he kisses you and floods your mouth with the taste of your own arousal.

“Please, let me touch you,” you say breathlessly when he pulls away.

Suga simply shakes his head, instead leaning down and giving you another soft kiss.

“It’s okay,” he says. “I don’t need anything in return.”

Your eyes trail down his flushed body down to the telltale stain on the crotch of his jeans, and you find yourself blushing in spite of yourself. Suga maneuvers to your side, brushing your hair from your eyes and leaving a featherlight kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll be right back sweetheart,” he whispers.

Suga ducks into the bathroom and by the time you gather the energy to sit up, he’s already back with a glass of water and wearing his sleep clothes. You take the glass from him, downing the entire glass in a matter of seconds. Suga’s gaze on you is tender as you flop back boneless on the bed.

“Feel any better?” he asks.

“Uh huh,” you reply tiredly, burrowing into him as soon as he lays down next to you. Suga gathers you in his arms, holding you as close as he comfortably can and gently caressing your back.

“You’re so good to me,” you murmur, pressing a row of soft kisses along his neck.

“You deserve somebody who is good to you,” he replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “And if I’m ever giving you less than you deserve, please, please, be honest with me.”

“Kou…”

“I mean it,” he says insistently. “You are enough. I promise. It doesn’t matter what your parents say. I will keep saying it until you finally believe it yourself, and then I will say it even more.”

You can’t find it in yourself to respond, squeezing his hand instead and snuggling further into him. Tears prick at your eyes once more, threatening to spill over. Whatever you did to deserve a man so good and gentle is beyond you.

“Are you gonna be okay, sweetheart?” Suga asks, tenderly stroking your back.

“I think so,” you reply. “Sorry that I made us leave before dessert.”

“It’s okay, I still ate, didn’t I?” he says cheekily.

“Koushi!”

[pazumane-archive]

Black Tie Affair

Pairing: Ennoshita Chikara x CisFem!Reader, NSFW PWP, ~8.1k

Summary: Chikara thought he had seen the last of you when you dumped him after the graduation ceremony, but an unexpected chance encounter at Tanaka and Kiyoko’s wedding brings you two back together again in more ways than one.

Genre/WC: Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Smut, Exes to Lovers, 8.1k.

THIS WORK IS NSFW SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. Blog rules are clearly stated in my pinned post.

Warnings: Unprotected hanky panky, oral (male and female receiving), edging, implied overstimulation, reader is VERY subby, Ennoshita is a n x i o u s, more shitty post banner making, this is canon-compliant and takes place after the timeskip so TIMESKIP-SPOILERS. Ending is pretty open to interpretation.

Notes:

Written for @meiansmistress’s Underrated Character Collab (Masterlist can be found here). Again, thank you for letting me join. You’re the best <3

I, uh... did not get this beta’d at all so there may be some mistakes. Hope you enjoy regardless!!

Do not repost my work on here or other platforms, especially platforms with lots of minors, such as TikTok.

Reblogs are very much appreciated! <3 Fic is under the cut.

Chikara expected to be asked to be the best man at Tanaka and Kiyoko’s wedding. While Tanaka had seemed closer to Nishinoya, he always relied on Chikara the most, whether it was for emotional or mental support. Besides, out of all the second years, he’s by far the most responsible, so he was the natural choice. So when Tanaka finally did ask him to be his best man, he wasn’t surprised.

What Chikara didn’t expect was for you, his ex-girlfriend, to be at the ceremony.

Of course, he knew that you had been invited to the wedding. Tanaka had even done the courtesy of checking with him before he sent the invitation. You were in his class all throughout both middle and high school, and a close friend, so Chikara wouldn’t ask him to choose between the two of you. It wouldn’t be fair to anybody involved. Yet, he hadn’t actually expected you to show up. So when you waltz into the reception, wearing a pale green dress that hugs your figure and perfectly complements your complexion, he’s startled, to say the least.

He didn’t actually see you during the ceremony itself, being too focused on his duties and making sure that Nishinoya didn’t embarrass anybody. However, due to his role as the best man, there’s no way you wouldn’t have seen him. And knowing you, you’re probably going to come right up to him... which you do as soon as he’s settled at his table.

He glances around for an excuse to walk away as you approach, but accepts the fact that escape is unavoidable as you bound over towards his table. Part of him is excited to see you, but part of him wishes that he asked Tanaka and Kiyoko not to invite you after all. But it’s their day, not his, so he puts on a brave face for his friends’ sakes.

“Oh my goodness, Chikara, hi!” you exclaim as you practically skip over to him, skirt swishing at your sides. “How long’s it been since we last saw each other?”

You know exactly how long it’s been... Ugh, stop it, Chikara. Play nice. For Tanaka.

It’s hard though, especially when you look this beautiful.

“Hey. It’s definitely been a while,” he mumbles, forcing a smile. He cringes internally, knowing how fake it must look. You give him an odd look, but continue the conversation anyway.

“What a crazy day. I’m still shocked that Ryu was the first one of us to get married,” you say. “And to Kiyoko, of all people!”

Who else would it have been? Us?

Instead he says, “I think it makes sense. Kiyoko’s always been the only girl for him.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, laughing. “He was always really sweet on her.”

Chikara almost forgot the way your eyes light up when you laugh and his heart stutters in his chest at the sight. He downs his drink in one hasty gulp, the alcohol burning his throat and making him cough. You pat him firmly on the back until he stops coughing.

God, this is awkward.

“Woah there, you okay?” you ask.

“Yep,” he says flatly.

Chikara appreciates your attempt to be civil, but it’s hard for him to reciprocate when you look this damn beautiful. You ask him some question, but he has a hard time focusing as your last conversation replays in the back of his head for the first time since you broke his heart after your shared graduation ceremony three years ago.

“I think we should break up, Chikara.” “What?!” “I said we should break up.” “Wait, why? Did I do something wrong?” “No, you didn’t.” “Then why are you dumping me?” “I just think it would be for the best. You have your future all sorted out and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. We’re going to be leading really different lives. I just don’t think it’s going to work out in the long-run.” “Wait, please don’t do this.” “We both know it’s for the best.” “You don’t know that. You don’t even want to try?” “We can still be friends.” “No, we can’t.” “What? Why not?” “I can’t just be your friend. It hurts too much.” “Chikara – ” “Don’t. Just don’t. You made your choice already.”

“Chikara?”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” he asks, blinking himself out of his stupor.

“I just wanted to know how you’ve been,” you say.

“Oh. I’m fine.”

“How are your parents?” you ask.

“They’re fine too,” he says.

“Fine, huh,” you mumble, taking a long sip of your wine. “Come on. It’s your best friend’s wedding day, loosen up a little! Let me buy you a drink.”

You grab his sleeve and drag him towards the bar before he can protest, much like you used to drag him to karaoke on the weekends. You order a glass of red wine for yourself and another whiskey for him. As soon as the bartender is finished pouring your drinks, you take his whiskey before he can grab it and hold it just out of his reach.

“Now tell me how you actually are and I’ll give you your whiskey. How’s school going? Kinesiology, right?” you ask.

Chikara tilts his head in surprise. You actually remembered what he was going to school for.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, unable to stop the smile creeping at the corners of his lips. “I am.”

“Are you still wanting to be a physical therapist?”

“I am,” he says. Suddenly, the imaginary emotional barrier he had constructed around himself when you first approached him tonight starts to crumble, and he feels compelled to tell you more. “I’m actually starting observational rounds in Sendai next week.”

“That’s so exciting!” you exclaim, handing his whiskey back to him. “You’ve always been so good at helping people. You’re going to be great. Tell me more about it.”

After that, the two of you start to fall into easier conversation. Of course, the alcohol helps loosen his tongue a little – but he forgot how easy you are to talk to. You ask him all sorts of questions about school, his friends, and his family, and in turn, you tell him about your brief stint as a bartender in Tokyo, and how you’re now working odd jobs in Sendai until you save enough money to go to art school.

By the time you’re each on your fourth or fifth drink (Chikara lost track a long time ago), the two of you are laughing together like nothing has changed. He might be a little tipsy, but even so, he doesn’t miss the way your hand keeps grazing his every time you go to pick up your glass, or the way your gaze keeps drifting down to his lips every time he speaks. Chikara feels a surge of confidence, probably due to the liquid courage flowing through his veins, but the words don’t come out quite as smoothly as he’d like them to.

“You… you look really beautiful in that dress,” he stammers. “Not that you don’t look beautiful all the time, because you do! It’s just - uh…”

Chikara, you dumbass.

“Thank you!” you say happily. “You look really handsome yourself. This suit just looks so good on you.”

It’s the exact same suit that the rest of the groomsmen are wearing, but the comment makes him flustered anyway. Your tone and the way that you daintily trace your fingers along his neckline certainly doesn’t help either. Chikara knows for certain that the flush in his cheeks can’t just be attributed to the alcohol anymore. He orders another whiskey and takes a long sip from his glass.

“I’m really happy that I could come tonight,” you say, your fingers trailing up to his cheek. “You seem like you’re doing really well. It’s been so nice to see you again.”

“I’m happy you could come too,” Chikara says, leaning into your touch.

A goofy, drunken smile breaks out across his face and your cheeks heat up. Chikara finds himself tilting your chin towards his, the distance between the two of you rapidly closing. His heart thunders in his chest as your eyes flutter closed and your breath fans softly against his mouth. He parts his lips and…

“Chikara!”

Nishinoya’s voice cuts through the music, and the moment is lost. Chikara abruptly straightens up as Nishinoya comes bounding over, hair mussed and dress shirt unbuttoned down to his chest. His eyes flit between the two of you, and a devious grin spreads across his face, one that fills Chikara with apprehension. He takes another sip of his whiskey as Noya greets you enthusiastically.

“Hey, long time, no see! Nice dress. You look great!” “Hi, Noya!” you exclaim. “Thank you so much! You look like you’re having fun.” “Oh, I am! I came looking for Chikara, but it looks like he’s in good hands,” Noya says, clapping him on the back unexpectedly hard. Chikara stumbles forward, unable to catch himself in time… and tips the rest of his drink all over the front of your dress.

“Shit!” Chikara exclaims as you let out a little surprised squeak. “I’m sorry.”

He sets his glass down, shoots a furious glare at Noya, and takes you by the hand. He leads you out of the banquet hall and down the long corridor by the elevators.

“Chikara, hold on!” you laugh. “Where are you taking me?”

“I just ruined your dress, the least I can do is help you clean it up,” he replies.

“It’s just a little whiskey,” you say. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

You tug on his sleeve and the two of you come to a stop in front of the elevators. A floor-length mirror decorates the opposite wall. You glance over at your reflection in the glass. A golden-brown stain is splattered across your chest, standing in stark contrast to the pale green fabric of your dress. Chikara watches you trail your fingertips over the whiskey stain, eyes flitting down towards your chest. You clear your throat suddenly, and Chikara turns his gaze up towards you. You hold it silently until you both break into a fit of tipsy giggles.

“I suppose it is a pretty bad stain,” you laugh. “Here, let me show you.”

You take his hand and guide it towards you. Your dress is damp to the touch as he runs his hand over the stained fabric. You hum quietly as he gingerly touches your chest.

“You got me good, didn’t you?” you ask airily.

Chikara accidentally ghosts his hand over the swell of your breast and jerks his hand away, but you catch it before he can get away.

“It’s fine,” you say, coaxing his hand back to where it was. “I like it when you touch me.”

Chikara’s heart pounds in his chest as he tentatively squeezes your breast. Your nipple pebbles under his palm and he quickly comes to the realization that you’re not wearing a bra. When his thumb catches on your stiffening peak, you let out the most perfect little sigh, a sound that makes Chikara’s cock twitch between his legs.

“You know,” you say, “I’ll probably have to take my dress off if I wanna wash it properly. Do you think you could help me with that?”

*

As soon as the elevator doors close behind you, you grab Chikara by his tie and crash your lips to his. You press your body right to his, trailing your hands down his chest and tugging his shirt out of his dress pants. He breaks the kiss to look for the button that would send the elevator up to his floor, and as soon as he presses it, his hands are back on you.

His fingers run up and down your back and over the curve of your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. You drag your leg up his thigh and Chikara is quick to react, hoisting you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. Your skirt hikes up higher around your thighs, revealing your lacy black panties to him. Chikara swears under his breath and stumbles forward, slotting his lips against yours again.

Bracing you up on the railing, he swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, desperate to taste you. You eagerly part your lips for him and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You taste sweet, like the red wine you’ve been sipping all night, and it makes him groan. When your hands trail down to his belt buckle, he breaks the kiss and pulls away.

“We should get back to my room first,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “Somebody might see.”

“Don’t care,” you say, grabbing him by his belt and pulling him back in. You grind on him, pulling a surprised gasp from his lungs.

The elevator jerks to a stop and Chikara is quick to set you back on the ground, pulling your dress back down over your butt. The doors open and he takes your hand, dragging you down the hall with determination. When he stops in front of his room, you unbuckle his belt and run your hand over his crotch, lightly squeezing his half-hard bulge through his pants. Chikara fumbles with his key, nearly dropping it on the ground and making you giggle. When he finally gets the door open, you push him inside and close the door behind you, immediately pouncing on him again.

“Weren’t… you gonna… wash that… stain out of your dress?” Chikara asks between hurried and desperate kisses.

“It can wait,” you say, pushing him back towards the bed.

The back of Chikara’s knees knock against the bedframe and he stumbles backwards, bouncing back onto the mattress. He tries to sit back up, but you don’t let him, pushing him back on the bed and clambering into his lap. Your fingers fumble with the buttons on his dress shirt, but you eventually manage to get the last button undone. You slot your lips against his again, pressing your bodies together and running your hands all over his bare chest. Your touch is electric on his skin, and Chikara’s cock strains against his slacks almost painfully, begging for some kind of relief. You grind your covered cunt along his hardened length and Chikara throws his head back with a needy groan.

“I wanna see you, Chikara,” you whisper, sliding off his lap and kneeling between his legs.

You make quick work of taking off his pants, sliding them down his legs and letting his cock spring free. It slaps back on his stomach, little droplets of his precum splattering on his skin. Your mouth drops open slightly as you take the base of his cock in your hand. Chikara jumps at the contact, palms sweating and breaths coming harder than usual.

“Chikara,” you whisper. “You have such a pretty cock.”

Before he can respond, you take the head between your lips, swiping your tongue over his slit and pulling a loud moan from his throat.

“Fuck, do that again,” he says, holding himself up on his elbows. “Please.”

You wink at him and circle your tongue around his head one more time before taking him fully into your mouth. Everything feels so warm and wet as you drag your tongue up his shaft, and his cock jumps in your mouth. You close your eyes and relax your jaw, taking him even further. The tight squeeze of your throat is so intense that it’s almost overwhelming, and his hand flies to the back of your head to ground himself. You begin to bob your head up and down over his length, peeking back up at him and innocently batting your eyelashes as if you aren’t taking his dick halfway down your throat. Chikara’s dick twitches in between your lips, and you hollow your cheeks even further, sending an intense wave of pleasure through his whole body.

“Fuuuuck,” Chikara groans, fisting his fingers tightly in your hair. “So good.”

You moan around his length as you bob up and down on his cock. The wet drag of your lips and mouth are so overwhelming that his balls tighten and a shiver runs through his body.

“I’m gonna come if you don’t–fuuuuck,” he moans.

He tries to pull you off, but you grip his thighs and push your head down until your nose brushes against his abdomen. When you look directly into his eyes and slowly swallow, he comes down your throat with a loud cry. You hum around him, continuing to swallow and suckle at his sensitive head until the sensation becomes too much and he has to pull you your head away.

Sitting back on your knees, you open your mouth to show him that you’ve swallowed everything you’ve given him. Chikara groans, propping himself up on one arm and pulling you into a sloppy kiss with the other. He can taste himself on your tongue and it pulls a low, rumbling moan from his chest. You push him back down on the mattress, straddling him and pulling your dress over your head in one fast motion. Your breasts hang heavy from your chest, and Chikara realizes as he drinks in your form - this is the first time he’s ever seen you laid bare like this. His hands still at his sides, yet he’s so eager to touch you, eager to please you, eager to make you scream… it’s overwhelming.

“Touch me, Chikara?”

Chikara’s entire body goes rigid at your request. He’s not a virgin by any means - he’s had a handful of flings since starting college, but none of them really meant anything to him. But this time… this time is different. And with the only exception being when he was subbed in after Daichi’s injury back in his second year of high school, he’s the most nervous he’s ever been in his life. It’s almost as if you sense his nerves, because you lean down and kiss him reassuringly.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you whisper against his lips, the smell of wine on your breath flooding his senses.

“No,” he stammers. “I want to. Sorry, I’m just - just a little nervous.”

“Don’t be,” you murmur with a smile. You give him another gentle kiss and prop yourself above him on your elbows, breasts dangling tantalizingly in front of his eyes.

Chikara tentatively tilts his chin up, wrapping his lips around one of your pert nipples and circling his tongue around the stiffening bud.

“F-fuck,” you whimper. “That feels good.”

Reaching up, he takes your other tit in his hand and carefully squeezes the soft flesh, tweaking your nipple between his fingertips and making you whine.

“Yes, fuck,” you moan softly, taking his free hand and guiding it down towards your clothed pussy. “Need more. Please.”

Chikara trails his hand down your body, over the curve of your stomach and the lace of your panties. He delicately cups your sex in his hand, pushing aside your panties and feeling the wetness pooling between your legs. He moans into your tit, grazing his teeth over your nipple. Your nails dig into his shoulders, pressing little crescent moons into his flushed skin.

He swirls his fingers through your folds before slowing pressing his middle finger into your soaking pussy. You whine quietly as he carefully pumps his finger in and out of your wet heat. Soon, he pushes a second finger in, and then a third, gently scissoring them inside of you. Thrusting even more deeply, he curls his fingers experimentally and you cry out when he brushes a bumpy spot inside your walls.

“Fuck, right there, please!” you beg, cunt pulsing around his fingers. You grind down harder on his hand, gripping his shoulders to brace yourself.

“My clit, Chikara, please,” you whimper.

Chikara swipes his thumbs over your folds exploratorily, sucking harder at your tit. “A little higher,” you say, guiding his thumb toward the sensitive bundle. When his thumb catches on the bud, you squeeze even harder around his fingers and moan loudly. Chikara keeps his thumb there, rubbing careful circles around your clit and drawing long whines from you as he fucks you with his fingers.

“Is that good?” he asks.

“Yeah, so good,” you whimper. “Don’t stop.”

Bracing you with his other hand, Chikara nibbles at the soft fat of your tit, leaving a trail of love bites across your chest. You grind down on his hand, and every time his fingers catch that soft spot inside of you, you mewl and beg for more. Chikara can tell you’re getting close from the way your cunt pulses around his fingers and how your whines get higher and higher.

“Please,” you mewl. “I’m so close.”

Just as you’re about to fall apart, Chikara rips his fingers from your pussy and rolls you underneath him in one swift motion. You whine and open your mouth to protest, but your complaint is muffled when Chikara presses his fingers down on your tongue.

“Suck,” he says. You turn to putty in his hands, closing your lips around his fingers and swirling your tongue around them. The ease with which you submit to him sends a wave of confidence through Chikara and he bends low to your ear.

“See you good you taste?” he asks lowly, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Mmm-hmm,” you whimper, a violent shudder running through your body.

“And you wouldn’t deprive me of that, would you?” he whispers, leaning back over you.

You look up at him with glassy eyes and shake your head no. The way you suck harder on his fingers has him choking back a moan, and he pulls them from your mouth.

“Turn over for me.”

You squirm underneath him, and Chikara sits back on his heels so you can roll onto your stomach. As you settle on your hands and knees, he removes his shirt the rest of the way and throws it on the ground.

“Let me see that pretty pussy of yours,” he whispers, grabbing your hips and pulling your ass up in the air.

He quickly yanks down your panties and you kick them off to the side. You arch your back and wiggle your ass for him, smirking mischievously at him from over your shoulder. You gasp when he suddenly brings his hand down hard across your ass cheek. He soothes the sting by pressing light kisses across your skin, before leaning in close to your entrance.

“Fuck,” he says, spreading your cheeks and admiring the way your slick shines on the soft petals of your pussy. “You’re so wet.”

“Are you just gonna stare, or –ahhhh!”

Your teasing is interrupted when Chikara licks a long, flat stripe between your folds, lapping up your slick and pushing it back into your weeping hole. You cry out again, falling down to your shoulders and burying your face in the pillow, gripping the sheets that your knuckles turn white. Chikara takes one cheek in each hand, massaging your ass and fucking you with his tongue. The pillow muffles your voice, but the way your slick dribbles down his chin tells him everything he needs to know. He feels you shift under him and your trembling voice gives him pause.

“Please,” you whimper. “Need more.”

Chikara hums into your cunt and reaches between your legs, stroking your clit methodically. You grind back on his face and chant his name like a quiet prayer. Your sheer desperation for him sparks a fire in Chikara’s body that goes straight to his cock. He increases his pace on your clit and moans into your cunt. You throw your head back, crying out in pleasure. You’re so needy, so responsive, and it fuels Chikara more than he’d like to admit. You beg him for more, more, more, and his cock twitches back to life between his legs, burning with the need to fill you. He wants to fuck you so bad, to make you scream his name and beg for his cum. But first, he wants to feel you gush all over his face.

He pulls his tongue out of your cunt and replaces it with two of his fingers, slowly pumping them back and forth. He feels around inside you carefully, curling his fingers until he finds that soft spot that had you crying out for him earlier. When he finally reaches it, you moan shamelessly, pushing back into his hand.

“How does that feel?” he asks, pressing a hot kiss to your right ass cheek and making you whine.

“Feels so good,” you answer breathily.

“I want you to come all over my tongue, can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

“Yeah,” you mewl, pussy clenching around his fingers.

“You like that?” he asks. “You like when I call you my good girl?”

“Fuck, yes,” you whine. “Wanna be your good girl.”

He rewards you by running his tongue up and down your folds again, quickly finding your clit again and swirling his tongue around it. You push back into his face, desperate for more friction, desperate for him. Chikara feels his balls tighten between his legs at your growing restlessness, so he wraps his free hand around his throbbing cock, still damp with your saliva, and pumps it in his fist in time with his fingers.

“Shit, I’m so close,” you whimper.

Chikara flicks his tongue over your folds faster and more deliberately. He feels your pussy start to spasm around his fingers again, and you come with a loud cry of his name. Chikara quickly rips his fingers out of you and presses his tongue to your cunt, desperate to lap up every drop of your release. You grind back on his face, and Chikara greedily sucks and slurps up your release as it coats his lips and tongue.

As much as he wants to take you, the taste of you is so intoxicating that part of him wishes he could keep his face between your legs as long as possible. He lazily drags his tongue all around your cunt until you shake and whimper under his touch. Leaving one last hot, open-mouthed kiss on your core, he sits back up and groans into your skin.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groans.

Precum dribbles from the tip of Chikara’s cock, aching with the need to fuck you. He grips his cock and rubs the head along your glistening folds, hissing at just how wet and warm you feel. When his tip brushes against your sensitive clit, your body jerks under his touch and you cry out.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m great,” you answer, reaching back towards him. He takes your hand and squeezes it reassuringly.

“Can I fuck you?” he asks.

“Please,” you say breathlessly, wiggling your butt for him just like you did before. “Want you so bad.”

Chikara leans over you, moving your hair over your other shoulder and leaving wet kisses along the side of your neck.

“Ride me,” he whispers into your skin. “Wanna see your face when you come.”

You look back at him over your shoulder. Your expression is soft, but the want in your eyes is undeniable. You quickly move out of the way and Chikara takes your place, lying flat on his back, his stiff cock slapping wetly against his stomach. You straddle him once again, grinding down on his dick and making him moan.

“Wait,” Chikara says, squeezing your thighs. “Do you have a condom?”

“I’m clean and on birth control,” you say, swiping your wet folds along his length again. “Please, Chikara. Just fuck me. Need you.”

Chikara can’t find it in himself to care about the potential consequences when you say his name so prettily, so when you take hold of his dick to guide it towards your heat, he lays back and lets you do so.

You throw your head back and let out the sweetest of moans as you sink down on his length. You look so beautiful above him, and your walls feel so snug around his cock that it’s almost too much for him to bear. Chikara curses under his breath as you rock your hips forward, your juices leaking down his shaft and pooling on his thighs.

Chikara reaches up, cupping your breast in his hand and sucking another mark right next to your nipple. Mewling quietly, you sit back, lifting yourself carefully and dropping yourself back down on his dick. Chikara lets out a choked moan and his hands fly to your hips. He throws his head back in pleasure, neck straining almost painfully against the pillows.

“So big,” you moan as you slowly fuck yourself on his cock. “Feels so good. I’m so full.”

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, squeezing your waist. He chances another look up at you, tilting his head forward and taking in your form in the dim lamplight. Your unabashed praise and the utterly blissed-out look on your face sparking something primal in him. He grips your hips tightly, thrusting into your heat as you bounce up and down on his cock, guided by his firm hands on your hips.

You fall forward on his chest as he fucks into you harder and kiss him messily, tongue laving over his. The wet squelching of your bodies slapping together and your breathy moans are like music to his ears. You’re so wet, and squeezing him so tightly that it takes nearly all of his willpower to not blow his entire load right away. He carefully drops a hand to the space between your legs, finding your clit again and drawing tight circles around it.

“Look at me,” Chikara says commandingly, increasing his pace on your clit and grinding harder into you. You do as he says, eyes hazy with pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “Wanna make you feel good, baby.”

“I… I’m so close,” you mewl. “Please. Let me come, Chikara.”

He nods, putting more gentle pressure on your clit and bucking into you even more aggressively. You gasp and shift above him, back arching and head thrown back. Your hair cascades down your shoulders and you cry out in euphoria, the dim light of the bedside lamp casting an angelic glow over your body as you come.

Chikara can’t remember ever seeing something so beautiful.

You collapse forward on Chikara’s chest, back heaving with heavy breaths. Intertwining his fingers in your hair, he kisses you with a voracious hunger he didn’t realize he was even capable of possessing. Your tongues tangle together messily, making him moan into your open mouth. You set your forehead on his when you break the kiss, panting heavily.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Chikara says, wiggling out from underneath you. He gently pushes you to the side until you lay face-down in the sheets. Quickly moving behind you, he lifts your hips up and fully seats his cock back inside you in one swift push, ripping a surprised gasp from you. He fucks you slowly at first, savoring the intense squeeze of your pussy yet again. Despite both of the intense orgasms he’s given you tonight, you push your ass back into him and moan, begging for more.

And who is he to not oblige your request?

Chikara speeds his thrusts up into a much more brutal pace, heavy balls slapping your clit and making you scream. He can feel how much deeper he reaches at this angle, and he shudders as your silken walls spasm around his cock. Fisting a hand in your hair, he pulls you up to your knees and presses your back against his chest. His other arm snakes down your torso and lands between your legs, just over your soaked core. He holds you tightly as he fucks up into you and mercilessly rolls your abused clit between his fingers, pulling another ragged moan from you. Your pussy flutters around him and you weakly grope at his hand.

“S-sensitive,” you slur.

“I know,” Chikara grits out. “But you’re being so good. I know you can take it. You can take it, right?”

You nod almost drunkenly, tipping your head back against his shoulder. You clench around him again, and he hisses and tightens his grip in your hair. Tilting your head to the side, he bites down on that spot where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking hard until a dark mark blooms on your skin. He quickly soothes it with flat licks of his tongue, and you whimper his name again. Letting go of your hair, he reaches around and fondles your tit in his hand instead, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging on your nipple. You sigh at his touch and roll your hips back to meet his thrusts. Trying to stabilize yourself with the little strength you have left, your hand leaves his arm and curls around the back of his head, fingers threading through his trimmed hair.

“That’s my girl. You like being fucked like this?” Chikara groans in your ear.

“Uh huh,” you whimper, turning your head and kissing him messily. “So deep.”

“Fuck, I can tell,” he huffs into your open mouth. “You’re suckin’ me in so well.”

“Ple…please,” you whine, tugging so hard on his hair that it hurts. “More.”

“What? You wanna come again?” he asks condescendingly.

“Uh huh.”

“So-fuck… so fuckin’ greedy,” he grunts. “Be a good girl and beg for it.”

You moan at his command and push your ass into him again.

“Please,” you whimper. “Please make me come. I need it. Need you.”

“Tell me who’s making you feel this good,” he grunts, increasing his speed and pressure on your clit.

“You are!” you cry out, pressing your ass into him even harder.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You!” you repeat, panting and shaking in his hold.

“Say my name.”

“I’m yours, Chikara! All yours! Always yours!” you practically sob, tears pricking at your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

The tight coil in your core snaps once again and you come with a loud cry, cunt pulsating around Chikara’s dick. You shudder in his grasp as your orgasm rips through you and you fall forward on the mattress, utterly boneless and unable to catch yourself. Chikara can’t help the loud and throaty moans that spill from his lips at the feeling of you coming so fucking hard for him, pussy still spasming around his throbbing dick. He grips your waist and situates himself just above you, hips snapping ruthlessly against the plush curve of your ass. You whimper underneath him as he desperately chases his own release, fucking into your dripping pussy with unrestrained fervor. He’s sure you can feel how close he is, with the way his dick twitches inside you and the way the pace of his thrusts becomes more and more erratic.

“Where do you want me?” he chokes out, on the verge of losing himself to you.

“Inside, Chikara, please!” you cry. “Fill me up, please! Want your cum so bad. Please.”

Chikara shudders and burrows his head into the crook of your neck. He bites down on your neck again, sucking another mark into your skin and making you cry out. After a few more harsh thrusts, Chikara spills into your heat with a loud groan of your name, sending rope after rope of his cum into your cunt and making you whine. White hot pleasure consumes his entire body, and his thrusts grow slower and shallower as he milks himself of every last drop of his release. His body feels like it’s on fire as he comes down from his high.

And suddenly, he remembers where he is.

As soon as he finds it in himself to calm down and get the feeling in his legs back, Chikara hastily pulls out of you. He scrambles off the bed towards the bathroom, but your quiet question stops him in his tracks.

“Where are you going?”

Chikara glances over his shoulder at you. You roll over onto your back and spread yourself prettily on the bed. Moonlight trickles in through the opening in between the curtains, casting a tantalizing glow over your skin. His eyes rake over your naked body, and he desperately tries to ignore the way his cum slowly leaks from your pussy. Chikara swallows hard, trying his best to disregard the heat that flares inside of him yet again.

“Gotta clean up,” he says, gesturing towards the bathroom.

“Aren’t you gonna at least give me a kiss before you run off?” you ask with stars in your eyes.

He knows he shouldn’t. But your sleepy and fucked out smile makes his heart clench in his chest and lures him back in.

You really have no idea what you do to him.

Chikara makes his way back to the bed, leaning over you and planting a chaste kiss on your lips. But when he tries to pull away, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and try to deepen the kiss.

“Settle down,” he says, prying your arms off of himself and stepping away.

“Fine,” you huff, pursing your lips in a cute little pout.

Chikara hurries into the bathroom and locks the door. He grabs the nearest towel, wets it, and wipes down his dick and thighs. As soon as he dries off, he takes a long look at himself in the mirror. His face is still flushed, his hair is sweaty and wild, and lipstick stains are slathered across his neck and chest. There’s no way he can return to the reception looking like this without rumors flying around, and if you look half as messy as he does, you probably aren't going to be able to go back any time soon either. He sighs and splashes his face in the sink before wiping the lipstick off his skin and grabbing a fresh washcloth for you to clean yourself along with a cup of water. By the time he’s done and gets up the courage to leave the bathroom, you knock on the door and Chikara nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Are you almost done in there? I need to pee.”

“Uh, yeah,” he says, opening the door.

You stand before him in all your naked splendor. The smile you give him is so soft that it makes his heart feel like it’s sunk into his stomach. You look so beautiful with your mussed hair and the marks he sucked into your skin on full display. He begins to feel overcome with the urge to kiss you breathless yet again, but he fights it back and clears his throat awkwardly.

“Here,” he says, handing you the washcloth and water, and quickly exiting the bathroom before he feels even more tempted to touch you. After slipping his boxers back on, he climbs into bed and stares at the ceiling, hoping that he falls asleep before he has to see you smile at him like that again. Your words echo painfully in his mind and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“I’m yours, Chikara! All yours! Always yours!”

It felt so good hearing you scream those words, but it stings to think about it now, knowing that it’s just one of those things that people say in the heat of the moment. Why would you actually mean those words, especially when they’re about him?

Chikara buries his face into the pillows in frustration. Now that he’s finally had you, finally been able to show you what you mean to him, he’s going to lose you again just as quickly as he did before. And it hurts so bad, pretending that you were his again, even if it was for just one night.

No, you’ve never truly been his. He’s an idiot for tricking himself into thinking otherwise. He rolls over, letting out a defeated sigh and dragging his hands down his cheeks.

The click of the bathroom door opening shakes Chikara from his negative train of thought, and he quickly rolls over to face away from the bathroom door, pretending to be asleep. The only noise in the room is the quiet pitter-patter of your feet along the carpeted floor. The mattress dips down next to him and he can hear the sheets rustling beside him. You slide in under the covers next to him and snuggle into his back.

Chikara’s breath hitches when you place several featherlight kisses along his back and shoulders, and he knows that you know he’s still awake. He carefully wiggles from your grasp and rolls over, only to be greeted by your sleepy, cute smile.

“Hey,” you whisper, eyes blinking slowly with fatigue.

“Hey,” he answers quietly.

You press your lips to his once more, but unlike your frantic kisses on the elevator, this one is unhurried, languid, and gentle, and Chikara can’t help but kiss you back. This time, he pours everything he wishes he could say into this kiss. How much he misses you, how much he wants you back, how afraid he is of getting his heart broken again. You break the kiss first and wrap an arm around his waist, trailing your fingertips up and down his back.

“Hold me?” you ask quietly.

“Okay.”

Chikara tentatively wraps his arms around you and you snuggle into him, snaking one of your legs between his.

“Missed you so much, Chikara,” you murmur sleepily against his lips. “Wanted you back for so long.”

God, how he wishes you wouldn’t say things like that when you don’t mean it.

Soon, your breathing slows and deepens into a steady, sleepy pattern. Once he’s sure you’re asleep, Chikara runs his fingers through your hair, hoping that the painful thundering of his heart doesn’t wake you. “I missed you too,” he whispers, blinking away the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes.

Holding you like this hurts. Lying here, feeling your legs intertwined with his hurts. The lingering scent of your shampoo invading his senses hurts. Yet, he doesn’t have the heart to get out of bed or wake you and ask you to go. So for now, he’s going to hold you close one last time before you leave him behind and break his heart yet again.

*

The other side of the bed is cold when Chikara wakes up the next morning. He’s not surprised, but that doesn’t alleviate the pained heartache he feels at your absence. He sits up, looking around for any sign of you, but your dress is no longer on the floor and your phone is gone too. Running a hand through his hair, he rolls over and reaches for his phone on the bedside table. No messages from you, but a bunch from Nishinoya and two from Tanaka.

Nishinoya: Chikara!! You two ran out so fast that I didn’t have a chance to apologize for bumping in to both of you like that. Everything okay? Nishinoya: Where are you, dude? Nobody’s seen you in a while. Nishinoya: Did the two of you…? Nishinoya: I see... Make sure to wrap it before you tap it! ;)

Tanaka: My man!! Don’t think I didn’t see the two of you sneaking out together LMAO Tanaka: See you soon, brother. Thanks for everything.

Chikara sighs in exasperation and drops his phone on the bed. He’s supposed to be the responsible one, so how could he be so damn stupid?

Whatever.

At least Tanaka doesn’t seem to be mad about him ditching the end of the reception.

Suddenly, Chikara hears the sound of the toilet flushing inside the bathroom. He bolts upright in surprise and immediately regrets it, pain thrumming through his head from the untold number of whiskey shots he had last night. He looks around for something to put on, settling for his discarded dress shirt. By the time he’s slipped it on, you step out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but his undershirt and your panties. Your nipples peek through the thin white fabric of his shirt, and Chikara has to force himself to look away, lest he be drawn back into your trap again.

“Good morning,” you say happily, coming over and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Morning,” he says curtly.

If you notice his tone, you don’t acknowledge it, instead walking over to the coffee maker.

“I had a pretty bad headache this morning, so I made some coffee. Do you want some?” you ask. “I’ve been up for a while so it’s probably not very hot anymore.”

“No.”

You glance back over at him, pursing your lips and furrowing your brow.

“Okay… well, it’s there if you change your mind.”

Chikara’s heart and mind both race as you slip back into the bathroom.

What are you still doing here?

The only noise in the hotel room is the muffled sound of the faucet running behind the closed bathroom door. Chikara sits there in silence, anxiously waiting for you to emerge again. His heart and his mind are at war with each other as he waits. There are so many things he wants to say, yet all his thoughts are conflicting.

I miss you. I don’t want to see you again.

Take me back. Please leave.

It’s all just so confusing. He fully expected you to be gone when he woke up in the morning, but you weren’t. You’re still here. And you’re wearing his clothes.

God, he hates how good you look in his clothes.

The bathroom door clicks open again, pulling Chikara out of his stupor, but doing nothing to settle his nerves. You step out of the bathroom, wearing your dress that you wore last night. The fabric is damp around your chest, and the whiskey is mostly washed out, but there’s still a slight golden smudge along your neckline. Chikara’s shirt is folded carefully when you hand it to him. Your fingers graze his arm slightly and he pulls away like your touch somehow burned him. Your frown deepens and you turn towards the door.

“I can tell you don’t want me here, so I’ll just go,” you murmur. “I’m sorry. Goodbye, Chikara.”

“That’s not true,” Chikara blurts out as you make your way towards the door. You freeze, your gaze locked on the ground. Neither of you speak for some time.

“Why are you still here?” Chikara asks, breaking the silence. “I thought you’d be gone by now.”

“Because I wasn’t lying when I said that I missed you last night,” you say, turning around and looking at him, regret and hurt in your eyes. Chikara swears his heart stops for a moment when the words pass your lips. “I know how badly I hurt you when I left. And I know I can’t just magically fix what I did. I just thought… I just thought that after last night, maybe we could start over. But I understand if you don’t want to see me again.”

Your voice trails off and you look at him sadly. The sight makes Chikara’s heart drop once again.

“Is that what you want?” you ask.

“I don’t know what I want,” Chikara admits after another pregnant pause.

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, eyes darting around the room like you’re looking for something. You hurry over to the bedside table and open the drawer. Next to the Gideon Bible is a small notepad with the hotel’s logo stamped across the bottom of each page. You scribble a handful of digits down on the first sheet, tear it off, and hand it to him.

“I don’t know if you still have my number, but if you make up your mind, call me,” you say. “Let me take you out to dinner. Okay?”

And with that, you leave Chikara’s hotel room with a quiet goodbye. He holds the paper in his hands, eyes scanning over the digits of your phone number. It’s still the same number you had in high school, and somehow, he still has it memorized, even after all these years. Within a matter of minutes, he grabs his phone and types out a single message to you.

“Just one dinner.”

Sent.