#(was away at the shared school for two hours so I believe I missed it.)

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do you believe me now? | 2

in which fem!reader is feeling insecure about how inexperienced she is around spencer's friends and seeks his expertise to amend the problem

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18+ (smut) warnings/tags: inexperienced reader, oral f receiving, (MUNCH!SPENCE RETURNS), fingering, (very) insecure reader, softdom!spencer, sub reader, nipple stuff, kinda sorta implied age gap, god i'm probably forgetting things pls lmk if i missed something important a/n: i've been laboring at this bad boy every day for so long i had to immediately post once it was completed lol. there will be a part three ... maybe i already started it ..... anyway i love u guys and i hope this is a satisfactory part two!! PLS lmk if you liked it!! hearing from u makes my day :')

When Spencer dropped you off at Penelope’s apartment for your first girl’s night—the hostess had promised you, JJ, and Emily lots of gossip sans 'icky men'—you had been ecstatic. You wouldn’t stop rambling to him about how excited you were. 

When he picks you up two and a half hours later, he can hardly get a word out of you. 

It’s not his fault, of course—well, not really, anyway. It’s just that all the girls had wanted to talk about was sex. A topic on which you held very little expertise and had essentially nothing to contribute. Out of the four, you were the only non-FBI agent, the youngest, and undoubtedly the least experienced. It was like high school all over again, except you actually desperately wanted to impress Spencer’s friends. All in all, you weaseled your way out of sharing without giving away that you were still very much a virgin. Sure, you could have said ‘we did hand stuff two weeks ago’, but you had a feeling these women wouldn’t consider that very impressive. 

But you can’t easily relay that information to Spencer—even when he immediately picks up on your sullen mood. He asks you what’s wrong as you make your way down the echoey staircase, but you hold back, muttering something along the lines of we’ll talk about it later. 

Later doesn’t come on the sidewalk outside. It doesn’t come in the car, or at any point during the twenty minute drive, but you feel it rapidly approaching as you climb the stairs to Spencer’s apartment. He unlocks the door and holds it open for you, doesn’t speak as you kick off your shoes and wander aimlessly into the living room.

“Did you eat?” He finally asks, hanging his keys on a hook by the door and glancing over to where you linger in the center of the room like a ghost. 

“Not hungry.”

You both know that wasn’t the question, but he lets it go. 

“Alright... well, I was thinking—“

“Why haven’t we had sex?”

The question flies from your mouth before you can stop it. It tastes like metal and you wish you could take it back as you stand there, cheeks hot and awaiting a reply. It seems you’ve thoroughly astonished Spencer as he gapes at you like a fish out of water for several silent moments, eventually opting to shove his hands in his pockets and shake his head at the wall as he processes the question. 

“I… I don’t know. We just haven’t. Does that bother you?”

Suddenly your whole body feels intolerably warm. Your fingers twitch against your thighs. Of course it bothers you. 

“Do you just not want to? You aren’t attracted to me like that?”

God, you despise how fragile your voice sounds—how much you obviously care, how insecure you clearly are. Spencer picks up on it, despite your most fervent wishing that he wouldn’t, and approaches, stopping a few feet away. You stare at the span of oriental design on the floor between your feet. 

“That’s not at all what I said, angel. I wish you wouldn’t put words in my mouth.”

“Well, then… say something else,” you plead quietly, childishly, still unable to meet his eyes. Prove me wrong. 

He sighs, which does not bode well for you. You wonder if you accidentally triggered the early demise of your relationship and christ do you wish you could rewind. When he steps closer, when his hands find your arms, you’re not sure where to look. But the low, sweet tone of his voice entices you to finally meet his gaze, charmed like a snake as his eyes dart between yours. 

“You know that’s not how I feel.”

You shake your head earnestly, looking up at him with wide eyes as he slowly rubs your arms. 

“No. No, I don’t know that.”

Spencer frowns, glancing at your lips as he speaks. It’s impossible to not do the same when he’s standing so close. 

“But I’ve told you. I don’t understand how you couldn’t know how far from the truth that is.”

You think back to two weeks ago—the first and only time he’d ever done anything more than kiss you. A different kind of flush replaces the shameful one in your cheeks as you try to make your case and not get distracted by the memories of his hands all over you.

“So why won’t you prove it?”

It’d been intended to come out cool, but instead you sound a little desperate, a little out of breath as you realize you and Spencer somehow ended up so close to each other you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. 

“Is that what you need from me? More proof?”

He speaks so lowly, his fingers press into the flesh of your arms portentously, and you think maybe you’ve poked the bear one too many times. But you won’t back down now—not when you think you might actually get what you want. 

So you look up at him and nod, throat too dry to speak. His eyes are deceptively soft, but you don’t miss the big bad something lurking just beneath the surface of the placid hazel. 

“And how do you think I should prove it?”

“I told you what I want,” you whisper, speaking above your pounding heart. 

“Not tonight, honey. Choose something else.”

“Well—that’s not fair,” you stammer, “the whole point is for you to want to have sex with me.”

Spencer smiles a little, tucking hair behind your ear. “I do want that. I promise you I do. But there are other things I want us to do first.”

“Then I want to do that, too! I just—I don’t know what I’m doing, and you do, and I’m already out on a limb by asking for this much. I know this is what I want but I need you to take the lead here. I trust you, Spencer.” You top off the monologue with an imploring gaze—hoping it delivers even a fraction of the impact that his puppy-dog eyes always have on you. 

He seems to study every square inch of your face as you wait in suspense for him to say something. At long last, his lips part—to no avail for several more seconds as he regards you. 

When the words finally do come, they’re an immense relief of pressure. 

“You’re going to promise me that you’ll communicate honestly. That means telling me if we need to slow down or stop, or if you don’t like something—”

“I promise,” you say, perhaps over-eagerly, offering him your extended little finger. 

An incredulous smile narrows his eyes. 

“Is this a pinky-promise?”

“It is.” You wiggle the finger in emphasis, and he shakes his head, smiling wider as you link pinkies. 

“I left you with Garcia for far too long.”

You shush him, disentangling your hands to cup his jaw and press your lips to his. It’s sweet and smiley until it isn’t—until everything slows down like sticky molasses and his hand is ghosting over your cheek, your neck, the curve of your waist, finally substantiating itself on your hip—the other encouraging you to tilt your head back as he deepens the kiss and you feel yourself melting under the heat of his touch. 

The pressure of his body against yours builds until you’re forced to take a step back, and then another, and another. Without question you allow yourself to be herded toward the bedroom, walked slowly backward as he keeps kissing you and blindly trusting he’ll make sure you don’t run in to anything. The bedroom door clicks shut behind him, and it is in all practicality a pointless gesture—but you find it incredibly comforting nonetheless.  

It’s too warm beneath your sweater and his hands are cool as they slip under the hem, sliding against the curve of your hip. Spencer’s never seen you without a shirt, you realize, as he pulls away from the kiss by only centimeters.  

“Off?” he mutters, thumbing at the knit fabric. And while you’re far from confident, you’ve certainly been making progress in this area. You help him tug it over your head without a word, noting a distinct and surprising lack of terror within yourself as you watch for his reaction to you. Hands glide slowly up your waist and you find yourself enchanted by the slight furrow of his brow, the parting of his lips. He traces down the lacy edge of your bra, skimming sensitive skin as he goes. 

“Pretty,” he murmurs. “You’re… so pretty.”

It seems you’ve rendered him uncharacteristically prosaic. The reaction might be underwhelming if it were anyone else—but Spencer Reid is a man who probably knows every synonym for pretty in the English language. Looking at you, he can’t think of a single one. In an odd way, it’s the highest compliment he could pay you. Your cheeks heat and your stomach flips as he drags a knuckle up the center of the cup, and you can feel it through the layers of lace and fabric. He leans forward, ghosting his lips over yours and continuing to run his fingers over the sensitive spot. “Do you know how pretty you are?”

This is one argument you will not be winning—one he’ll keep bringing up at the most inopportune times until he gets his way. 

“Spencer…”

“Don’t Spencer me. I’m asking you a question.”

The words don’t seem nearly as harsh as they really are when they’re delivered velvet-soft, with his lips and hands on you—when he’s so deftly popping the button on your jeans and dragging the zipper down with all the quickness of a slight-of-hand. It makes it hard to focus, even harder to speak. 

“We have… we have differing views on this matter.”

Generous handfuls of your hips and ass are taken as he helps you tug down your jeans before you kick them off, now left just in your underwear. 

“I thought I argued my point fairly well last time you were here. You didn’t learn anything from that?”

“Mm… maybe you just need to remind me.”

“Oh, I think I have to,” he agrees through a smile you can only hear. Gentle fingers skim up your back and tap the clasp of your bra. “How about this? Can we take this off?”

Any confidence from earlier crumbles and you loose a nervous hum—which is not the enthusiastic yes you’re sure Spencer will be seeking all evening. He pulls away, features etched with the beginnings of concern and a searching gaze. Asking would be unnecessary; the words simply come tumbling out of you. 

“What if you don’t like how I look?”

Spencer doesn’t even blink.

“That’s not going to happen.”

How you wish you could have the same assuredness in yourself that he seems to. 

“But what if… what if you’ve been with other girls who are more, like—I don’t know, just—better? Prettier?”

“Honey, you’re—” a sigh, a pause as he searches for the words—his eyes dart up and down your form, assessing, and when he looks back up at you, they’ve cleared and softened. He pulls you a little closer, rubbing circles into your back with his thumb. “I’m not thinking about anyone else right now. I’m not interested in anyone else right now. I already think you’re perfect, and I’m going to keep thinking that regardless of how you look. When I look at you, I’m not looking for things to critique. Do you understand me?”

As far as sentiments go, it’s a nice one. But the pressure of being seen still feels like an impossible burden. You whine, leaning your head against Spencer’s chest. He accepts your weight and runs his hand over your back as you look up at him. 

“But what if I’m hideously deformed?”

His eyebrows raise. 

“You’re not.”

“But what if I am?”

“Okay. It seems like you don’t feel ready yet, which is completely fine, we just won’t—”

“No!” you protest. “I am ready. I am. But… you have to promise to be nice to me no matter what. Or break up with me if you don’t like what you see so I don't have to wonder.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he says, kissing you, “and the only thing I’m willing to promise is that I’ll think you’re perfect. Me being nice will come as a natural byproduct of that which is very different than being nice by artifice. Take it or leave it.”

A moment of hesitance—but it’s short-lived. This is more important than your insecurities. Spencer is more important. 

“Take it,” you mumble against his lips. His fingers trace up the smooth skin of your back, all the way to the fabric and metal hooks on your bra. 

“Thank you.”

You wouldn’t have thought Spencer’s genius would manifest in being really good at undoing the clasp of a bra, but you can truly say you’re impressed by the ease with which he does it. It falls to the floor, leaving you completely shirtless for the first time in front of him. 

“Well?” you murmur, arms crossed defensively underneath your chest, because you understand overtop would sort of ruin the whole thing. “What’s the verdict?”

“You,” Spencer manages after a moment—you literally watch him memorizing every square inch of your body— “are ridiculously beautiful.”

The way his voice gets quieter makes your stomach flip. It sounds genuine. Too genuine to be faked. 

“So… no breakup?”

It seems that the more vulnerable you feel, the less likely you are to take a compliment. Spencer, who is always seeking patterns, probably recognizes this one, and doesn’t push you so hard this time. After a silent moment, he sighs and cradles your face in his hands. 

“You’re gorgeous. I hate how incapable you are of seeing that. We’re going to talk about this.”

“Yeah, but not right now, right?” you murmur, standing up on your tiptoes to kiss him. 

“Not right now,” he agrees. 

His lips are so soft and gentle against your own it feels like love, it feels like being talked down from the ledge of your own insanity. Somehow the way he strokes your hip feels more nurturing than sexual. It’s like he has sex and chaste affection on tap, able to turn them on and off at will. You’re happy to drown in either. Ideally, both.

After a while, his hands begin roaming farther, become bolder in their excursions over your flesh. Up, down, over your waist and ribs. Clearly Spencer had been trying to ease you into it, but you still can’t hide your sharp inhalation when his thumbs graze the sensitive skin of your breasts. He pulls his lips from yours, hands splayed over your sides. 

“Sit down.”

It’s much too gentle to be a command, but you frown. 

“Without you?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles, lightly squeezing your waist. “Just sit. Utilize patience.”

You sit on the edge of the bed with an atypical reticence—you’re just a little too nervous for a snippy comeback. Spencer picks up on this, features softening sympathetically as he undoes his tie with nimble fingers. It lands somewhere on the bed and he leans over you, resting his weight on his fists and offering you a quick kiss. His voice is soft and designed to soothe as he speaks, mere inches away from your face, and so quiet it could only be heard at this range. 

“Are you nervous?” Cloth from the duvet pinches between your fingers. For a moment you don’t reply, dropping your head to watch when Spencer runs his hand over your thigh. “It’s okay if you’re feeling anxious, baby. We don’t have to do anything tonight.”

You expel a frustrated huff. 

“I want to. Just because I’m nervous doesn’t mean I don’t want this. I can handle a little bit of anxiety.”

He hums, dropping to a crouch and inserting himself directly in your line of sight. 

“I know you can. But you don’t always have to push yourself so hard.”

“I’m fine pushing myself a little. I pinky-promised I would tell you if I wanted to stop, remember?”

“Oh, how could I forget a pinky-promise?” he smiles. 

How could you forget anything, you think, becoming flushed and silently insolent at his dulcet teasing. 

“Please, do something.” It’s a whisper, brushing his lips as you lean down until you’re nose to nose. His hands are on the back of your legs. 

“I’m working on it.”

“It doesn’t look like it.”

“You’re smart, angel. Tell me why I've got you naked on my bed and I’m kneeling in front of you. Where could I possibly be taking this?”

Oh, you have a pretty strong inkling—but you’re scared to voice it and be wrong. Instead of risking it you shake your head slowly, shyly. What you’re not expecting is for Spencer to duck his head down, slide his hands up the side of your thighs and press kisses to the delicate skin there. It feels good—better than you’d have thought. 

“You don’t know?” he asks, looking up at you through burnished gold-rimmed pupils. “No guesses?”

“No guesses,” you agree breathlessly, hotter than you were when you had your clothes on and all the energy in your body condensed into one point between your legs. Spencer hums like he’s considering your answer, smoothing his thumbs over the soft skin of your thighs so gently it feels like burning. 

“I don’t think you’re being entirely truthful. Lie back, sweetheart.”

You do as you’re told, scooting up on the mattress and falling back on your elbows. Spencer wastes no time in climbing over you, leaving you in much the same position as the last time you’d been in his bed. The sheets feel cool against your bare skin, but he is exceptionally warm and solid over you. 

“I’m being honest.” Lie. “I don’t know what you’re going to do.”

Lips find the most sensitive spot of your neck, dancing over it torturously. The front of his shirt brushes your chest. Your thighs clamp together. 

“I don't like being lied to. Just say it, baby. I know you know.”

“Spencer,” you whine, fists bunching the excess fabric around his waist. Warm breath condensates on the skin of your neck as he chuckles. 

“You don’t like being teased, huh?”

“Please, Spence,” you whisper. You notice the pattern of his breathing pause momentarily before it all comes rushing out at once—and you catalogue that particular plea for later usage. 

“I can’t say no when you ask me like that.”

You push your fingers into his soft hair. 

“I know.”

It was a lucky guess. 

He’s still for a moment, relishing the feeling of your hands in his hair, before darting up to kiss you. 

“I’m going to use my mouth this time,” he murmurs against your lips. Though you knew that was what he intended, your heart stumbles in its perpetual march. “Is that okay?”

“What if I…”

You trail off. This is a very intimate situation which you’re not quite sure you have delicate enough language for. Or maybe you’re just stalling. Either way, Spencer is eternally patient with you. 

“You need to stop worrying so much, pretty girl. I’d love to do this for you. But it’s your call.”

“Love is a pretty strong word.”

“Sometimes I think not strong enough.”

The way he’s looking down at you so tenderly, brushing hair from your face, makes you think maybe he’s not just talking about how much he would love to go down on you. Regardless, it fortifies your trust in him. Spencer is the kindest person you know. He’s so clearly an enthusiastic giver. Why not allow him to give you this? 

“Okay,” you breathe. “You can—yeah.”

As usual, you’re impressively awkward, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, you think he not-so-secretly delights in being the one to fluster instead of the other way around. Rarely has he mentioned his past romantic and sexual exploits, but gathering bits and pieces, you assume he was a fairly late bloomer. He probably knows what it’s like to be nervous and so deeply unsure of yourself. 

“Do you remember what you promised me?” he whispers, pressing butterfly-light kisses to your jaw. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips traverse down your neck, teeth skimming over the delicate skin while your breath catches. 

“Mhm.”

“You’re not gonna break that promise, are you?”

His voice, soft and muffled by your skin, is the most exhilarating and disorienting high. Your entire body buzzes with anticipation, satisfied only where his lips soothe and his body presses against yours. It takes a moment for you to remember to reply. 

“No.”

Reward comes in the form of his thumb brushing over the peak of your breast at the same time as he murmurs, “good girl.”

Your stomach flips at the endearment—you squeak and arch into him slightly. Spencer’s hand slides down your ribs as he chuckles, lips pressed just above your collarbone. 

“You’ve never called me that before,” you shudder as he continues kissing over your neck. 

“It’s not appropriate in most conversational contexts. But I can tell you’ve always been good.”

“Really? How?”

Spencer pauses, pushing himself up to regard you with searching eyes. The places he’d kissed feel cold without him. 

“I just can. You’re thinking too much, baby. I need your focus on me.”

“It is on you,” you huff. 

You watch his expression shift minutely. He loves games. Of course he’d love playing with you. That knowledge is why you’re only partially surprised when his thumb catches on your nipple again. 

“Is it? You’re only thinking about how it feels when I touch you here?”

A stammering nod. 

He toys with the sensitive flesh only a second more, amusement lighting his eyes, before dragging his hand down, down, down until it’s between your legs. Fingers trail over your clothed core, skimming the most sensitive part of you while your breath hitches.  

“Tell me how it feels when I touch you here.”

“Really good,” you admit, a heavy exhale escaping parted lips as he pins you with his gaze. 

“Really good, right. I can make it feel even better. Do you want me to make it feel better?”

Your thighs drop fully open and he adds just a bit more pressure until you’re pushing against his hand in search of more friction. 

“Yes please.”

“Then no more questions. I need you to trust me.”

Your answer is a breathy, dreamy sigh—you’d do anything, say anything for him. 

“Okay.”

Spencer kisses you, absorbing your noises of protest as his hand ceases between your legs and settles on your hip. But you’re trusting him. No whiny complaining. No unnecessary questions. 

Things go much quicker once you’re not interrupting him every twenty seconds to say something. His lips reattach to your neck, retracing their path (albeit quicker) until he’s below your collarbone. You watch in rapt fascination, twisted brows and parted lips as he peppers kisses down over your breast before dragging his tongue over your nipple. A jolted little moan spills out because you hadn’t been prepared to hold one in. Waves of hair fall over Spencer’s face, obscuring him from your vision, but you don’t think to push it away—your body is too busy processing the sensation to be much use on any other front. He darts his tongue over the peaked flesh, eliciting more little open-mouthed exhalations of pleasure from you. Earlier you hadn’t really thought it necessary for your bra to come off—you had no idea this could actually feel so good. A moment later he begins toying with the other nipple and you gasp as a bolt of heat goes straight to your core. 

You curse, further words catching in your throat as he suddenly switches, mouthing at your other breast and letting the cold air chill the other until you have goosebumps. It feels a little like hypnosis—you’re unable to move or speak as his tongue laves over you. Soon he’s replacing his mouth with a thumb again, sucking a mark onto your tit just above your nipple. You whimper a little at the pleasant brutality of it, hoping as he releases that it won’t soon fade. Spencer swipes over the stinging skin and presses a tender kiss to it, almost like an apology—but you sincerely doubt he’s actually sorry. 

Then he resumes his descent, leaving soft kisses down between your breasts, over your ribcage and stomach—when he reaches your hips, he doesn’t pull off your underwear all at once. Rather, he slides the fabric down centimeter by centimeter, kissing the revealed skin like it’s precious. 

This time you don’t need to be told to lift your hips. He helps you slip the final piece of clothing down and off of your legs, flinging it somewhere blindly before getting comfortable between your thighs once more. Your heart pounds with arousal and anxiety as his arms wrap around your thighs and his hands rub up and down the tops of them slowly. 

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he mumbles, loosening his hold on one leg to thumb at your folds. They glisten in the dim light of his bedroom as he gently reveals your clit. A soft whine escapes you when he nudges at the aching bud, slipping over it a few times and alleviating a bit of the pressure that’s been building. “Shh, baby. I know. I’m gonna take care of it. You’re being so good for me.”

Fuck. The way he talks to you makes your brain turn to mush—you’re utterly incapable of forming an intelligent thought. Spencer has rendered you a complete idiot, and you’re not upset about it in the slightest. 

He presses more gentle kisses to the creases between your thighs, just above your clit—everywhere except for where you need him most. Everything aches for him in the best way and at least you’re too turned on to be very insecure anymore. All you want is relief. But you’re trusting him. 

Thankfully, he delivers. 

The tip of his tongue grazes so lightly over your clit that if you weren’t this worked up you may not have felt it at all. In your current state, however, the stimulation echoes through every atom of your being. Every muscle is tense, frozen in place—you can’t even breathe for a second. He does it again, a little flatter, with a little more pressure, and you whimper. It’s a delicate thing, almost pained and definitely overwhelmed as he gently begins working his tongue against you. Your head cranes up to watch, your jaw drops. Approximations of curse words try to form, but come out only as, “f-fu—oh,” so whiny and soft it doesn’t even sound like you. He hums sympathetically, but you suspect it morphs into a chuckle as you continue to gasp and mewl. 

There are times where you can hold back sounds of pleasure. When you’re by yourself, it’s typically not a problem. Two weeks ago when Spencer was knuckle deep in you for the first time, it had certainly been a challenge, and you’d pretty much given up. But this—this is something else entirely. It feels like religion. It feels like compulsion. Even if you had the slightest modicum of control over yourself, which you currently don’t, you wouldn’t want to keep quiet. You want him to know what he’s doing to you. 

So you let every cry, every whine and whimper drag from your lungs, unbidden and unshaped. You’re new at this, after all—every broad lick feels so good that you have no fucking idea what do to with your hands or how to stop rolling your hips or how to censor your sounds. 

“Spencer,” you keen in one of the moments you remember to breathe. He moans against you, taking you into his mouth and sucking lightly. Your hips buck. “Oh, my—fuck!”

The hand that’s still around your thigh rubs soothing lines up and down. The one that’s spreading you open pulls your folds apart a little bit further, granting him more access to your clit. He flicks his tongue and you almost come then and there, vision going gray for a split second. 

“Wait, wait, Spence—“ you squeak, writhing and trying not to squeeze your thighs together for fear of hurting him. He pulls back and looks up at you, lips shining with your slick and eyes glazed with lust. Fuckfuckfuck he looks so fucking good. “Please, just… slow down, or I’m gonna… or it’s gonna be over.”

The corner of his mouth twitches as he rubs circles into your inner thigh. 

“It’s over when you say it’s over. You don’t have a refractory period. We don’t have to stop at one.”

“Oh—you don’t—you don’t have to do that,” you stammer. 

“I know I don’t have to. But if you want me to, I want to. You taste so good, angel girl.”

Well, shit. 

He looks absurdly sexy between your legs like this. You have no idea how you got so lucky, but you don’t plan on taking it for granted. Your fingers tangle in his hair. 

“I don’t know if I can do more than one,” you admit shyly, slightly embarrassed by how little you know about yourself and in general compared to Spencer. Hazel eyes sparkle in the warm light. 

“How about we start with one and see how it feels?”

Your voice is breathy when you respond, “okay,” already impatient for him to get back to it. Spencer seems just as eager, immediately kissing between your legs with a passion that makes your lips jealous. 

The flat of his tongue presses circles against you and your hips buck, already ramping up to that point you’d been at before calling a time-out. Slowly his fingers find their way to your entrance and he teases you with them, dipping in to the first knuckle before withdrawing again. If you could form words, you’d beg him to just do it already, but all you can manage is an affronted whine as you tilt your hips down, hoping he catches the meaning. 

Of course he does—pushing two fingers inside you at once. The intrusive stretch adds a sharp edge to the pleasure, makes it more interesting, as your brain short-circuits and you choke out a moan. It only takes a few slow pumps of his fingers in tandem with the pressure of his tongue until your hips are writhing and you’re and mewling desperately, more overwhelmed with pleasure than you’ve ever been. You push his hair back, able to see him for the first time, and fully appreciate the hollow of his cheeks, the way he looks up at you with perfect, glassy half-lidded eyes, the rhythm of his hand and tongue—he takes your clit between his lips once more, sucking lightly, and you’re done for. A pornographic sob escapes from deep within you as you come, but he doesn’t stop. The orgasm lasts longer than you knew one could—although, it’s only your second time, so you don’t exactly have a lot of data to go off of. Your entire body feels warm and floaty, and what he’s doing feels so good you want him even deeper—but you know he won’t give you that yet. Instead you focus on the slow burn of your orgasm, allowing him to carry on for a while until you begin slowly drifting back to earth and it becomes a bit too much. He recognizes the barely-there whine for what it is and pulls his fingers from you carefully, pressing one final kiss to your clit that makes your legs twitch and summons a weak little moan. 

Spencer’s lips find other avenues, over the delicate skin of your thighs and hips and stomach as he slowly drags himself up again. By the time you’re face to face again you’re still breathing hard. You sort of feel like prey underneath his weight, studied so scrupulously, known far more intimately by him than anyone has ever known you before. But there is so much light and kindness in the way he looks at you that you almost can’t make sense of it. 

Maybe it’s possible to be known and still wanted. The possibility spins like a coin on its edge in your mind. An idea you spent so much time trying to nurture and is only just now beginning to sprout. Maybe someone could see you at your most vulnerable, and still find you worthy of kindness. Appreciation. Affection. 

Spencer certainly could, it seems, as he ducks down to kiss you. You dodge it, turning your head demurely. He nudges his head against yours, speaking so, so softly, utterly cloying as he teases, “what? You’re not gonna kiss me now? Is that how it is?”

“No!” you balk, equally as quiet and especially bashful. “Not when you… no.”

“Let me kiss you,” he pleads, so earnestly you turn your head back to face him. His big eyes are hazy, reflecting all the warmth and dizziness you feel. “Let me kiss you. Please.”

You whine.

“I don’t wanna… taste… myself.”

Spencer doesn’t miss a beat. 

“Hm. We’ll need to work on that. Because one day, I’ll make you come just like that again, and then I’m going to fuck you, and you’re really going to want me to kiss you then, angel.”

Something flickers in your core. 

Suddenly you’re not so squeamish. You really want him to kiss you now. But it seems he’s going to have his fun, first. 

“Open.” Without even thinking about it, your lips part. He really ought to be careful with what he tells you to do—you’re all too compliant. Even as his fingers slip between your lips, you’re obediently hollowing your cheeks around them, watching him with big eyes as his own mouth falls slightly open. “Oh, baby,” he croons. “What are we gonna do with you?”

That flicker has returned to a full-fledged throbbing once you open your mouth again, slightly dizzy from lack of oxygen. 

“Can you make me come again right now?” you whisper, grasping lightly at his shirt. He grins like he loves the idea—and you let him have his way, accepting his lips on yours with no complaint. After a few moments, (the taste is surprisingly unobtrusive), he pulls away.

“I would love to.”

-

part three

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Let's Not Make This Complicated

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader x Kurt Wagner

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: unprotected sex, lots of hickeys, oral (f receiving), fingering, dp(vaginal), cockwarming kind of, creampie, everybody got dirty mouths, lots of pet names- I feel like I'm missing something but idk

Genre: hella fluff, hella smut

Summary: You Logan and Kurt are friends and Roommates, but it seems you're the only ones that see your relationship that way.

A/N: How did we get here? I don't have an answer- enjoy

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You sigh to yourself as you slump further into the seat of your desk.

"Uh oh, that doesn't sound good." Kurt appears on your desk, shocking you slightly.

"I've told you 100 times not to teleport onto my desk Wagner!" You point at him.

"Force of habit." He shrugs. "What troubles you liebling?"

"Charles. Kind of. He wanted so badly for mutants to have a safe haven and trying to create one is- overwhelming. I hope every god in every pantheon curses William Task and that whole damn company."

"What you're doing is working fine! You put too much pressure on yourself." He frowns.

"I just- I can't help but wonder does it make sense to isolate them this way though? Mutants are not a secret anymore. Would they be better off intermingled with the rest of the world?" You sigh.

"I don't follow, do you expect kids who do not even understand themselves to introduce themselves to a world that also does not understand them? It's not the professor's school, but that's not what is needed. We meet the mutants, we bring here where they are protected and guide them until they can ride the bike on their own. Is like foster care. No?"

"Foster care?" You laugh.

"Bad comparison?" He tilts his head.

"It's a fine comparison KW it just made me laugh."

"Well that's better than the sound I heard when I got here." Kurt nods with satisfaction. A knock on the door frame of your office pulls both you and Kurt's attention to the entryway.

"Obligatory collection because you made me promise that you get away from here at least two nights a week. Oh hey Kurt, you're here tonight?" Logan leans against the frame with his arms crossed.

"With Jean." Kurt nods.

"So the residents are in at least one set of capable hands, you ready?" Logan looks at you.

"My to-do list never seems to end." You say.

"Which means it'll still be there in the morning, after you've gotten a good night's sleep." Logan walks over and practically yanks you out of your chair.

"Wait- Logan I just-"

"Nope. I don't wanna hear it." He shakes his head cutting you off.

"Should you be pulling her-"

"If I don't get her out of here now you know and I know she'll never leave on her own and I don't plan on sitting around the office an extra 3 hours while she pleads with me to do 'just one more thing' over and over again." Logan says to Kurt.

"Oh don't do that you make me sound like an incurable workaholic." You kiss your teeth at him as you grab your keys and bag.

"You are! I have to make sure you don't sleep here! You'd be screwed if you lived alone." Logan says.

"Disagree! Kurt would you let me stay here 24/7 if we didn't all share a place?"

"Of course not liebling I would take you home myself if need be but I don't believe Logan would leave you either even if we didn't all live together." Kurt winks.

"I would." Logan scoffs.

"Thank you Kurt. I'd better go before the big bad wolf tries to blow my house down. Good luck tonight, call if you need anything!"

"He'd better not, we all live there." Kurt smiles.

"Do not call her!" Logan warns as he pulls you out of the office.

"Why would you say that? What if they have an emergency?" You pout.

"Then they should call emergency services! Kurt and Jean are adults more than capable of handling an emergency without you. You are supposed to be off tonight. If you insist I make sure you leave work semi-regularly you have to leave work when I come all the way down here just to pick you up and you can't just be on call at home otherwise you'll never actually get any rest." Logan says opening the passenger door and guiding you into his car.

"You make a great mother hen you know." You quip.

"One of these days I'll just leave you to rot in that office chair of yours." He rolls his eyes as he slides in and shuts the door.

"Kurt wouldn't allow that." You stick your tongue out.

"So have Kurt be your overwork prevention monitor."

"Kurt's hardly at home! You didn't even know he was working tonight."

"Yeah so don't complain about how I do it." He says.

"Be honest, you'd feel some type of way if I started asking Kurt to take me home instead of you." You say.

"Oh no, please ask Kurt instead. I'm sure it's easier for him since he can teleport."

"Fine then, next time I'll just ask Kurt to take me."

"I'd love to see that." Logan scoffs.

"You will. As soon as I work another day shit. Don't bother coming to get me. I'm serious." You say matter-of-factly.

"If you say so." He hums. You let the conversation end there, enjoying the rest of the drive in silence ready to shower and head to bed for the night.

"Liebling!" Kurt comes strolling into your office quickly drawing your attention away from your email.

"Yes Kurt?" You ask.

"I think it's time for us to get outta here." He says.

"What time is it?"

"It's 9:30, and Henry and Storm are here to take over."

"Oh- did you tell them about the-"

"The new kids wreaking havoc? Yes they are prepared. Storm is- Storm she can more than handle them and Henry can handle the nice ones." Kurt shrugs. "Come now, shut down your computer, let's go home." Kurt walks over to you and spins your chair to face him. He leans forward, resting his hands on the armrests of the chair.

"Kurt-"

"Liebling, the kids here need you, yes but you can only be here for them if you're alive and preferably well-rested. Come home with me." Kurt says softly.

"What did I miss out on?" Logan's voice surprises you both. Kurt backs off and you turn your head towards the door.

"Logan? What are you doing here?" You ask.

"Coming to make sure you get home at a reasonable hour like I always do." He says.

"I told you Kurt was going to do that. Remember you whined about it last week so I said I'd have Kurt take care of it." You frown.

"I didn't think you were serious." He scoffs.

"What's the big deal? We all live together. As long as she gets home, who cares?" Kurt shrugs.

"Yeah Logan, what's the big deal?" You ask.

"There isn't one." Logan grits out.

"Then I will take her home and we'll meet you there." Kurt says.

"Man I drove all the way here, aren't you just going to teleport?"

"If it's such a hassle to drive home now you can always spend the night here Logan. You know where my room is." You suggest. Logan's eyes narrow and you briefly peak into his thoughts to see what those eyes are conveying.

What is she trying to get me out of the apartment?

"I am not!" You gasp.

"Not what?" Kurt frowns, looking between the two of you.

"Stay the fuck outta my head we've talked about that." Logan says.

"Everything with you is such a big secret." You say.

"And I'm allowed to keep whatever secrets I want."

"If you guys are going to continue this bickering may I suggest that you do it at home so we can all get out of here?" Kurt butts in.

"You can leave if you want Kurt." Logan says.

"Logan that was rude." You say. He takes in a deep breath.

"My bad Kurt."

"Ah no worries I'm more than familiar with your abrasive tendencies." Kurt shrugs.

"Well, since you drove all the way here already anyway Logan, can we all just ride home together?"

"Yeah. Fine." Logan says. Kurt grabs your bag before you can get to it, and the three of you leave your office. Back at your apartment, you quickly leave the boys to go take a shower.

"Kurt man what's going on with you and y/n?" Logan asks Kurt once you're safely out of earshot.

"What's going on with me and y/n? What's going on with you and y/n? You clearly did not like me bringing her home. Trouble in paradise?"

"Don't do that."

"I don't understand if you like her so much why you do nothing."

"It's complicated, we all live together."

"Do not factor me into this equation." He shakes his head.

"You act as if you like her more than I do, it's hard not to factor you in."

"Are you threatened?"

"Excuse me?"

"By the idea that I may also like her? Does it bother you?"

"Do you like her?"

"I didn't say I do."

"That's why I'm asking. Do you?"

"Would it matter?"

"What is your goal Kurt?"

"I'm not your enemy Logan. You don't have to glare at me as though you wish to blow me up where I stand."

"You won't answer my question."

"I won't try to get in your way." Kurt shrugs.

"You won't- so you do like her too? We can't fight over our roommate Kurt."

"Who said anything about fighting? I just said I wouldn't get in your way."

"Kurt be realistic, you can't help yourself. You call her liebling and carry her bag for her and flirt like it's breathing- you're impossible not to like. The moment she catches on she'll obviously want you."

"You underestimate your own rugged charm. The grumpy but caring thing seems to work well for you. Especially with her, she clearly likes you despite your callousness."

"If it's between the two of us-"

"The choice is hers, if we insist on her making one." Kurt shrugs.

"What're we making?" You ask. How long were you standing there? How much did you hear? Why did neither of them notice you coming down the hall.

"Nothing." Logan says.

Oh Logan- this secrecy only hurts you. Why not tell her the truth?

"But Kurt said-"

"It's nothing." Logan says. "I'm going to bed. You should too." He grumbles going into his room and shutting the door behind him.

"What truth won't Logan tell me?" You ask Kurt.

"Do not ask me that liebling, you know I cannot lie to you but it would be a betrayal of Logan's trust to answer."

"I'm sorry Kurt- you're right. Have a goodnight, I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight Logan!" With that, you go back to your room with your unanswered questions.

A knock at your office door interrupts your conversation with Kurt and Logan while you all eat lunch. It's not often you're all here at the same time but when you do these little lunches in your office are a staple. In fact, even when they aren't both here if one of them is they'll find you around lunchtime and that's usually how you know it's time to eat.

"Come in!" You call not really wanting to get up from your desk.

"Hey Y/n."

"Oh Hey Storm."

"Am I interrupting?"

"Of course not! Boys, leave please so I can talk to Storm." You say.

"Discarded like yesterday's newpaper. How she wounds us." Logan says dramatically.

"Oh hush if I wanted to discard you I'd move." You roll your eyes.

"But you won't liebling, right?" Kurt asks.

"Move? If you two don't take the theatrics out of my office I just might."

"Logan!" Kurt looks at him.

"There there Kurt- she's only teasing. She wants to hurt us."

"I want to have privacy for a chat with Storm please." You say. "Logan I love that you're in such high spirits today let's use that energy well, go find a group of our kids and teach a lesson or something just scram, the both of you."

"You do not have to tell us twice." Kurt says.

"I've already told you more than once." You say. Logan and Kurt throw their hands up in surrender and leave your office finally, shutting the door behind them. "You would think they were mentees here not authority figures." You shake your head with a sigh.

"What's up with the boyfriends today?"

"Whay boyfriends?"

"Logan and Kurt. Why they being so dramatic?"

"Logan and Kurt are not my boyfriends."

"Logan and Kurt are absolutely your boyfriends."

"Okay where did you get that nutty theory?"

"Because whenever they're here they're always around you, and if they're not around you they're usually talking about you, they take turns bringing you lunch, and Kurt calls you liebling, and Logan sometimes sleeps in your room here and they;re always at your beck and call- and also- whatever that just was before they left you can't convince that wasn't the dramatics of a pair of boyfriends that like to annoy their girlfriend."

"Kurt, Logan, and I are friends. You know this Storm. We live together so our dynamic is- a bit unconventional I'll admit, but they aren't my boyfriends."

"So you live with them, they obsess over you, take turns doing literally anything you ask for you, and act like the world is ending if they don't have your attention. All that together sounds like a boyfriend to me so I guess the real question should by why aren't they your boyfriends?"

"Logan and Kurt are not interested in being my boyfriends." You roll your eyes.

"Did you ask them?"

"Why would I?"

"Because they act like your boyfriends?"

"Storm-"

"You didn't say you don't want them to be your boyfriends."

"That doesn't-"

"Do you want them to be your boyfriends?"

"I didn't say that!"

"But you didn't say no either."

"It's a nonissue! My answer to that is irrelevant because this is a hypothetical that would never come true."

"Those men are you boyfriends in every way except name. Just kiss them both and make it official."

"You are insane!"

"Maybe but I'm also right. They already treat you like you're their whole world. Sign seal and deliver that shit already put us all out of the misery of watching those two fools follow you around like abandoned lovesick puppies."

"Why abandoned?!"

"Because you don't seem to notice they worship the ground you walk on? And besides if you give them the titles we all know the following won't stop but at least they'll get to crack you like a glowstick every so often."

"Girl!"

"What? I'm sure they're great at it." She shrugs.

"You're impossible."

"Insane, impossible, but still correct. Button it up darling. Face facts they're in love with you. If you're not interested nip it already, but if you are interested- tell them- so everyone can stop pretending you guys aren't already functionally in a throuple." Storm says.

"Okay that's enough about that aspect of my personal life please." You huff.

"Fine, but I expect you to handle that situation quickly."

"Storm."

"Okay. All done." She throws her hands up.

"Thank you." You sigh. That seems to be the end of it with Storm, although you continue thinking about it for the rest of the day. It's in the back of your head for the next couple of days actually, so the next time you're all at home you decide you need to put this to bed, now.

"Hey guys, you got a minute?" You ask when you catch them in the living room together.

"Sure we're just watching tv." Kurt says. You take a seat on the coffee table, facing the two men.

"So, I had a conversation with Storm recently and she- kind of implied- well no not implied she said it pretty explicitly actually- Storm seems convinced that you two have feelings for me." You say.

"What?" Logan scoffs. Kurt's gaze is watchful, darting between you and Logan.

"In fact Storm made it sound like it's such an obvious thing that everyone but me knows you two are in love with me."

"And do you believe her?" Logan asks. The question comes out far more assured than Logan feels asking it.

"I- believe that she believes it. And that's... something. Not sure quite what yet but it's something." You say.

"So- is something wrong? Did Storm upset you?" Kurt frowns.

"Well- no I just wanna know if I'm missing some big neon sign above our heads that everyone else can see. Are th- are the two of you in love with me?" Your gaze snaps back and forth between the two men. They glance at each other and you're sure there's something unspoken being discussed.

"Of course we love you y/n." Logan says.

"Are you playing a semantics game with me? I know you love me I asked if you were in love with me. Different thing." You say. Kurt glances at Logan briefly.

"I am. I won't speak for Logan but Storm is correct in saying that I am in love with you." Kurt confessess with a shrug. Logan looks at him in something akin to shock.

"Logan? Now would be a good time to tell me Storm's crazy." You say.

"I can't." He shakes his head.

"Why not?"

"Because she's right. We're both in love with you." Logan says.

"And neither of you were going to say anything?"

"We didn't want to comlicate things what with the whole living together, plus asking you to pick between us seemed like a recipe for disaster." He explains.

"You'd have me choose between you?" You ask.

"No. That's why we never brought it up."

"Everyone seems to think you're both my boyfriends."

"What?" Kurt blinks.

"According to Storm we are functionally a throuple."

"What the fuck is a throuple?" Logan asks.

"Three plus couple equals throuple." You explain.

"Do we really behave like that?" Kurt frowns.

"Storm's 'evidence' to support the claim consists of you guys constantly being around me, us regularly eating lunch, and the fact that you take turns making sure I don't work too hard. So I guess it depends on how much of that feels romantic to you. But given that you guys do in fact have feelings for me, I guess it is."

"So what happens now?" Kurt asks.

"We're not making you choose between us." Logan says.

"I know, I know. But- we can't just go on like we didn't have this conversation." You say.

"So what do you suggest? Because I'm not willing to lose you, either of you over this." Logan says.

"Okay well don't make it sound like somebody's dying sheesh." You say.

"If- according to Storm we appear to the world as a throuple do we have to change anything outwardly? We could just- officially be a throuple. Right? That's an option." Kurt says.

"What would that even look like?" Logan frowns.

"I assume not very different from how we already act- except now we get to kiss." Kurt shrugs.

"Y/n?" Logan looks at you.

"Yes?"

"How do you feel about- being a throuple?" He asks.

"I can't think of enough cons to protest the idea so- I guess I like the idea if that's what you boys want." You say.

"You can think of cons?" Kurt frowns.

"Just that some people may react unsavorily to it but that's really more their problem than ours." You shrug. "So- Kurt, Logan, will you guys be my boyfriends?" You smile.

"I'd be honored." Kurt says.

"Will you  be our girlfriend?" Logan asks.

"Yes I will." You nod. Logan pulls you off the coffee table and onto his lap, kissing you. When he pulls away from the kiss Kurt turns your attention to him, kissing you too. You shift a bit in Logan's lap and his hands snap up to your hips as he groans. The sound makes you pull back from Kurt with an inquisitive look.

"You can't move like that babygirl I... only have so much self control." Logan says hoarsly.

"I don't need you to have self control ya know. Not with me anyway." You shrug.

"Don't say that- you'll get more than you bargained for."

"Or, I'll get exactly what I bargained for." You grind against Logan's crotch.

"You know princess, it would be easier to just say you want us to have our way with you." Kurt says kissing your neck.

"Would that get Logan to stop trying to be a gentleman for once?" You sigh melting against Kurt's touch.

"He would never deny you a direct request like that, he couldn't."

"Logan, would you quit being all rigid if I outright asked me to fuck me?" You pout at him, trailing a hand over his chest.

"Isn't it- a bit soon to be... ah thinking about that?"

"Are you telling me you haven't wanted to rail me for months? All that pining hasn't made you even a little pent up?" You ask.

"I certainly can't say that." Kurt says between kisses and nips at your throat.

"That's not what I'm saying at all I just- I respect you too much to skip ahead to-"

"Logan. I'm asking you to. Can you respect me enough to know what I want?"

"Of course."

"Well right now I want you and Kurt to, how'd you put it baby?" You turn to Kurt.

"Have our way with you." He smiles wolfishly.

"Sure, that." You drawl. "Come on Logan, have your way with me."

"We've been dating five minutes and you're trying to kill us already." Logan groans kissing you. You feel Kurt's tail wind around your waist, as he continues to litter your throat with kisses and hickeys. When you let out a moan, Logan slips his tongue between your parted lips. You don't realize it until you finally pull away from Logan to breathe, but Kurt at some point teleports the three of you to his bedroom. Kurt pulls your shirt over your head and both men react audibly.

"Son of a bitch." Logan groans.

"Christ almighty." Kurt sighs.

"It's a lot more fun to touch than just look ya know." You giggle sliding off of Logan's lap to sit between them.

"You are so beautiful liebling." Kurt says giving you a kiss.

"Thank you darling." You hum.

"You know princess, I've been absolutely dying to taste you." Logan says kissing along your throat, sucking hickeys to match the ones Kurt's already scattered across your skin.

"Have you now?" You moan.

"More than anything." Logan mutters.

"Well let's make that happen for him liebling." Kurt says grabbing your body. He shifts so you're sitting between his legs with yours spread out, near the edge of the bed so Logan can comfortably fit. "Oh shoot, we'll need to get rid of her shorts." Kurt tsks.

"That I can take care of." Logan smirks. He extends his claws and shreds your shorts and panties at the same time.

"Hey I liked those shorts." You frown.

"I'll buy you a replacement pair. Hell I'll buy you one in every color if you want princess." Logan says.

"You know Logan, you can't eat and talk." Kurt hums. He trails his hands up your sides to grasp your tits. "Weren't you just saying you're dying to taste her?"

Logan licks a slow stripe between your folds that causes you to let out a shuddering breath.

"Even better than I could've dreamed." He mutters before burying his face between your thighs. Logan laps eagerly at your center, loudly slurping as he practically devours you. Kurt wraps his tail around your center when you squrim.

"Hold still liebling, Logan's trying to enjoy your pretty pussy." Kurt says. You moan, grinding against Logan's mouth. His tongue is fierce against you and on top of that Kurt is teasing your nipples between firm fingers.

"Oh god." You sigh tipping your head back against Kurt's shoulder.

"No liebling, we're not god. Of course, we could always help you see him." Kurt says. Logan wraps his lips around your clit, making you jerk as you let out a yelp. It's intense and almost overwhelming, and with Kurt toying with your nipples too you can feel your orgasm approaching quickly.

"Fuck I'm close- Logan please don't stop." You whine.

"That's it pretty girl, let go for us." Kurt says. Your belly tightens and your release hits with a whimper.

"Damn you're absolutely gorgeous when you cum." Logan sighs.

"Now you guys are trying to kill me." You joke.

"Kurt you've gotta see it for yourself man." Logan says.

"I can't be the only one naked here." You say prompting Logan and Kurt to shuffle out of their clothes quickly. You push Kurt onto his back and straddle him, taking a moment to drag your hands across his chest. "God you two are hot." You sigh, letting your eyes roam over Logan's body.

"You're one to talk dollface." Logan winks at you. "Although I can't say I mind the ogling going on here."

"Well when you look as good as you do." You smirk. You raise yourself up and wrap your hand around Kurt's dick, carefully sliding yourself onto him with a moan. Kurt grunts as you settle over him.

"She feel good Kurt?" Logan asks.

"Very."

"It's written all over your face babes." Logan chuckles.

"Oh please if it was you in my position you wouldn't be laughing like that." Kurt rolls his eyes but there's a playful tone to his voice.

"I'm sure we can test that theory." Logan says.

"I can see an idea in your eyes." Kurt says.

"Well, I was just thinking, who says we have to wait to find out? What do you say princess? Think you could take us both at once?" Logan gently trails his fingers down your back.

"Oh-" the idea has breathless just considering it.

"You don't have to of course-"

"Don't bother. You wouldn't believe how tightly she just clenched around me at the idea." Kurt cuts Logan off before he can finish offering you an out.

"Did she now? Well I gotta hear her say it. Tell me princess, do you wanna be stuffed with two cocks at once?" Logan asks.

"Please." You whisper, shift on top of Kurt and the movement makes him groan.

"Lean foward for me then." Logan says softly, gently urging you towards Kurt. You can sense Logan's hand near you, but he doesn't start by touching you, his fingers first drag over the base of Kurt's dick.

"Hey! You're supposed to be prepping her for this, not me." Kurt jerks up, thrusting into you and making you moan.

"Who says I can't do both?" Logan muses. You can't see him but you can practically hear the smirk on his lips.

"Well if you want me to last long enough for you to shove your dick in with mine I suggest you focus those fingers on her, not me." Kurt grits out.

"Fine, fine." Logan cedes. He carefully slides a finger into your pussy, it's a tight fit but after a bit of thrusting he's able to squeeze a second and a third, by which point you're practically quivering with all the sensation. Logan stretches you on his fingers for several minutes before eventually pulling the digits from you. "I think that's enough prep. Now, I'm gonna need you to take a deep breath for me princess." Logan says as he lines himself up with your entrance. You breathe in shakily and then slowly, ever so slowly, Logan begins to push himself into your pussy. It's a lot, so much, almost too much, and you whimper with every inch Logan slide into you. Your eyes are squeezed shut and you're nails are digging into Kurt's shoulders by the time Logan's fully seated in you.

"Liebling? Open your eyes for me sweetheart." Kurt coos gently, stroking your face. It takes a moment but eventually you manage to pry your eyes open. "Are you alright?" He asks.

"S-s-s-sssoo f-ff-full." You whine.

"Too much?" Kurt asks, panting a bit himself. You imagine the feel of Logan rubbing up against him wasn't exactly pleasureless.

"N-no, j-j-j-just move, please." You choke out.

"We'll start slow." Logan promises as he starts to rock his hips. It takes them a moment to sort out a rhythm that works for them but soon they're both sliding in and out of you in sync, it's slow and each drag of their dicks feels like it's tearing you apart in the best possible ways as you're reduced to nothing but shaky moans, loud whines, and barely coherent pleading. Eventually, slow and gentle gradually grows in intensity until it's fast enough to have you screaming as your orgasm hits you with a force that completely blindsides you. The spasming of your walls around them has Logan and Kurt grunting and groaning as they chase their own releases and it doesn't take much longer for them to follow you over the edge. None of you move for several minutes, desperately trying to catch your breaths.

"How's that for having our way with you?" Logan eventually breaks the silence making you and Kurt giggle.

"Funny, earlier you said I was trying to kill you. That? That was attempted murder right there." You joke back.

"We should get you cleaned up." Kurt says kissing your forehead.

"No way. I can't move." You groan and both of them laugh.

"We've got you princess don't worry." Logan says.

"You were right about her face when she orgasms by the way Logan, absolutely gorgeous. But so is yours." Kurt winks.

"You don't look too bad either." Logan quips back. "Gonna pull out now baby, alright?" Logan warns you before carefully pulling out of you. You whine as he does, both from the sudden change and from the way you feel the combination of his, Kurt's, and your releases start to ooze out of you upon his exit.

"Fuck me." He groans.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asks him with a frown.

"Yeah, hang on, don't move." Logan quickly grabs something off the night stand but it's not until you hear the sound of a camera shutter that you deduce it's someone's phone. Probably Kurt's. "She's leaking cum like like a waterfall and fuck if it isn't making me wanna stuff her full all over again." He explains.

"We clean her up and let her get some rest first, then we can discuss that possibility." Kurt says. Logan and Kurt carefully lift you off of Kurt, and Logan carries you to the bathroom where both of them clean you up and then themselves. Once most of the evidence of your sexcapades is gone Logan carries you to your room where they sandwich you in bed, putting on a movie and holding you close as you snuggle between them. It's funny, you'd never really thought about it before but in hindsight, now that it's official, you kind of guess you've been their girlfriend for a lot longer than today. And honestly, you're perfectly fine with that.

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[moved on] fwb!taesan x f!reader | 0.7k words shorter drabble inspired by the song moved on by laundry day!

my heart is saying things my mind just cannot speak ... i don't know what is wrong with me

taesan was an avoidant. he was good at ignoring things, pushing away the elephant in the room and pretending he doesn't care, that it couldn't bother him any less. he was good at ignoring the way your glances at him grew longer and fonder. he was even better at ignoring the way your doe eyes and soft hair made his heart race and stomach turn.

i'm clinging onto you just like i cannot breathe ... i don't know what is wrong with me

he knew it hurt you and he hated himself for it. you two had agreed to keep things between the two of you casual, seeking comfort in each others' touch in the late hours of the weekend and barely speaking the days in between. at the time it started, taesan's fleeting presence filled you up, bringing you out of the emotional trenches school had sent you into.

maybе I'm the problem saying this is alright ... am i coming on too strong?

that was your first mistake -- you should've known you were setting yourself up for failure right then and there. letting the raven haired boy light up your day with a simple stroke of his hand against your cheek; your heart never stood a chance against the curse of time.

please make sure you call, just to say it's alright ... am i waking you all night?

as the days passed, it was taesan who became the reason you ached on late nights. staring at your still unread message, you wondered why things were like this. the boy's actions twisted your mind in ways he'd never know. at times like this your mind flashed back to the way he was after the sun had set, when it was just the two of you in your own world.

we get together but things might just be better if we moved on

the way his warm lips felt against your neck, the way his fingers burned into your skin, it was all imprinted on your mind. the moments you two shared felt so intimate, and they replayed in your mind over and over like a broken record.

turning around under your heavy blanket for the tenth time that night, you screwed your eyes shut as more and more memories invaded your mind and dreams.

the two of you had been watching a movie, your head laying on his chest and his hand rubbing your shoulder softly. eyes trained on your laptop, you almost missed taesan’s face in your peripheral vision, peeking over at you. he had a habit of doing this — you always assumed he was simply checking if you were awake. you always stayed silent, just smiling and blinking delicately at him.

“i’m awake, san” you don’t know what made you blurt out defensively, but taesan shook his head softly at your words.

“i know, i was just looking at you.” your stomach still turns at the thought of the smile he was adorning as those words fell from his pretty lips.

his fond smile only looked wicked to you now, his words singing your skin and burning your resolve. how could he say all of that without feeling a single thing? you thought to yourself bitterly.

am i giving you up? ... changing seasons, can't believe it now i'm leaving you

sometimes taesan too thought he was insane. it stung to think about the sweet things he'd said or done to you -- it scared him how he meant it all completely. the boy didn't know what was wrong with him, why he couldn't just let the two of you be happy and togehter. he felt like a speed bump in the road, stubbornly and selfishly guarding his heart at the expense of your fragile mind.

hindsight is 20/20, and sitting alone in his cold and you-less bed, taesan knows what he should've done and said to you, what was staring him in the face this whole time. he was utterly in love with you and he didn't even realize.

bitterly, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and reads over your last text to him again.

[2:47 a.m]

y/n: i can't keep doing this anymore. i'm sorry, let's stop seeing each other.

you have been blocked by this number!

[cottonlemonade]

Chickening Out

word count: 630 || avg. reading time: 3 mins

pairing: Oikawa x chubby!Reader (feat. Seijoh4)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

synopsis: Oikawa couldn’t pull through kissing you and his friends find out

“What do you think happened?”, Matsukawa whispered to the others.

He, Iwaizumi and Hanamaki stood in their captain's bedroom, looking down at the bulk of blankets hiding the boy.

“Sick?”, Hanamaki suggested.

“Dead?”, shrugged Matsukawa.

“Rejected?”, Iwaizumi offered with an indifferent groan.

“He hasn’t even touched his milk bread yet.”, Hanamaki said, adding, in his mind, a piece to the puzzle as he pointed to the little bag they had carefully placed by the pillow as to draw their friend out.

“You think it has something to do with the new girl he’s been running after the past month?”, Matsukawa asked, his arms crossed in front of his chest, examining Oikawa’s form closer, maybe to check for breathing.

Iwaizumi nodded knowingly.

“Do you think she slapped him for pulling something weird?”, Hanamaki wondered, feigning scandal by raising his hand to his mouth.

Matsukawa tilted his head and shrugged again, not excluding the possibility.

“Would serve him right, being rejected by a girl like that.”

“A girl like that?”

“Yeah, one you’d actually want to date.”, Iwaizumi explained and the other two nodded in agreement.

After a short stretch of silence, Hanamaki asked, "Has anyone checked if she is still alive?"

"Oh my god, guys, I can hear you.", came Oikawa’s muffled voice from under the blanket.

They took a precautionary step back when he lifted the cover and rubbed his face.

"Come on, Trashykawa, you missed our morning jog. We just wanted to check if you’re still breathing.", Iwaizumi explained and approached his friend's bedside, thinking for a second, then retreated again and sat down on the desk chair, the others following his example of bringing distance between them and the glaring setter.

"What happened last night?", Hanamaki asked again.

Oikawa really did not feel like sharing.

"Nothing.", he turned his back to them when he put his feet on the floor, looking for his slippers.

"So, you struck out?", Iwaizumi asked bluntly.

Aware of the fact that they would not stop pestering him until he told them, he took a deep breath and recounted last night’s events. How he helped you study (not missing to tell them how adorable you looked in your home clothes and how your school uniform didn’t even do your cute squishy form justice), how you had fallen asleep at the desk about two hours into your study. How he had brushed your hair out of your face and just watched you sleep for a while, making sure you were comfortable and just as he was leaning in to take a picture of your adorable expression you had woken up and sleepily apologized for nodding off. Oikawa had then realized just how close your face was to his and how desperately he wanted to kiss you. And so he had packed his books, given a lame excuse and stormed out of your room instead.

“You… you ran away?”

“She was almost asleep, okay? Would you want your first kiss with someone to be when they are asleep?”

“So what are you gonna do now? Just never talk to her again?”, Iwaizumi lifted a mocking eyebrow, hoping his friend would understand that this was not an option.

"What could I possibly tell her, though?"

"Say… say you remembered that you had early morning training, which you did by the way, and that you only then realized how late it already was.", Hanamki suggested.

"You really think she'd believe that?", Oikawa asked, doubtfully.

Matsukawa snorted. "No, but what else can you say that doesn't make you a coward?"

He effortlessly caught the pillow Oikawa threw at him.

[theemporium]

hii!! saw u asking for requests and i haven’t been able to get this idea out of my head! poly!marauders with a s/o that’s like really good looking so wherever they go people look at her and they get all pouty and whiny until barty, evan and reg all come up to her and kiss her cheek and are like “we still on for tonight?” AND THE MARAUDERS AFE LIKE ???? WYM🤨🤨😤😤 and she’s like “oh! we’re having a sleepover!” and they’re like, “well now we’re joining” but she says no so they sneak into the slytherin dorms to see her and the skittles smoking weed and just laying around and they basically just hang out with them even though they’re jealous 😭🤭🤣

thank you for requesting!🖤

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It was comically ironic how bad your boys were at sharing. 

Not with each other, of course. They had no problem sharing with each other, whether it meant alternating whose bed you slept in or who chose the date night for the week. Funnily enough, the topic of sharing and the odd nature of your relationship was never something the boys ever struggled with. In a sense, their friendship was only brought close together through it all. 

But sharing you with others? That was a whole different story. 

Despite as much as it displeased them, you were a social butterfly. You liked to reach out and make friends. The house or class status never mattered to you—people were people and that’s how you treated them. 

It didn’t help that your smile was warm and comforting, or the fact that the majority of the school student body had heart eyes for you. It was never an issue before because the boys knew you were theirs, they knew they snatched you when nobody else could. 

That security in the relationship quickly spiralled out of control with your growing, buddying friendship with the Slytherin boys. 

It started off as sitting next to Barty during one of your classes. A harmless seating plan that sat you next to the boy who seemed a bit grouchy—no pun intended towards his name. A friendship blossomed, which extended towards the small group Barty kept close to him and before you knew it, you found yourself having a little membership too. 

The boys weren’t amused. Not at all. You had dealt with their fits of jealousy here and there, but this was beyond that—this reached levels of pettiness you had never witnessed before. 

“This is ridiculous,” you stated, biting back your giggles as you watched your three boys shuffle into the room without a bother in the world. 

“I can’t imagine what you’d call ridiculous,” Sirius dismissed as he settled on the bed behind you, leaning over the edge to press a kiss to the top of your head. “We just wanted to hang out with our girl.” 

You leaned your head back, shooting the boy a look. “I told you I was having a sleepover tonight.”

“You didn’t tell us who,” Sirius countered. 

“Does it matter?” you asked. 

“I believe my brother is jealous,” Regulus commented, sitting across from you with a joint between his fingers that had been passed around the group before the boys arrived. 

“You are jealous?” you asked, your eyes filtering over each of the boys. 

“It’s hardly jealousy,” Sirius scoffed. 

“We just missed you,” James stated. 

“You saw me less than two hours ago,” you retorted. 

Remus shrugged. “I don’t see why we can’t join.”

You shook your head, though your amusement was clear. “You lot are a pain in my ass.” 

“We love you too, baby,” Sirius grinned as he leaned down, this time pressing a kiss to your lips. You could feel his smile grow when his brother let out a disgusted noise. 

“You’re going to scare away my friends,” you murmured with a playful pout. 

“Good,” James said as he shuffled over to you, happily laying his head down on your lap and grinning up at you. “Means we get to keep you to ourselves.” 

“Jealous bastards,” you huffed out a laugh. 

“Your jealous bastards, sweetheart,” Remus murmured with a hint of a smirk, unashamed in his words. 

Regulus blanched. “You guys can’t stay if you’re gonna try snogging her the whole night.” 

Sirius only grinned. “Shut up, Reggie, or we will try shagging her instead.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Dollhouse 1

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as fear, coercion, violence, noncon/dubcon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk. 

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. 

Summary: Five girls move into a shared residence for the upcoming school year but not all is as it seems. 

Characters: Jonathan Pine, Captain Syverson, Steve Abnesti, Lloyd Hansen, and Peter Parker 

This fic features five named readers; Ann, Lulu, Polly, Barbie, and Molly. This chapter features Ann and Lulu. Please note that characters may switch but will maintain second-person POV.

Note: I know I shouldn't but I say that every time.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3 

Love you all until you can’t stand it. Take care. 💖 

Finally, you’re going to college but it can’t be a smooth transition. No, there’s always a hurdle in the road. You have your acceptance and your tuition scraped together, and there’s only one box left unticked; housing.  

It’s as if the ad was meant for you. ‘Book your room now. Single rooms available for campus students.’ 

Maybe people are right when they say your devices are listening to you. Still, you can’t exactly pass up the opportunity. All summer you searched yet just like the rest of your life, you’re running behind. 

The response is so quick, you almost can’t believe it’s real. It isn’t, not yet. It’s just an offer of a walk-through. You’ve done a dozen of those at least and each time, the room went to someone else. But you have to try. You can’t just give up, not after everything you’ve gone through to get here. 

Better late than never. That could be your motto. You should get it inscribed in Latin on something. Maybe a jacket? Are letterman’s out of style? 

You head out for the noon-hour meeting with the building manager. The posting said it was a new development. Hopefully, that means you don’t have to deal with anyone elses' leftover grime. Not that you’re picky. You’ve lived in worse. 

You let Marla know you’re heading out. Your mom’s friend will be even more ecstatic if you get this one. Neither of you expected you to be crashing for so long. It’s getting a bit crowded with her own kids still under the same roof. 

You catch the downtown route and get the connection just before it drives off. The building is slightly off-campus. You don’t mind. You're a bit too old to be kept awake by the frat house ragers. The reminder sparks another swell of insecurity. 

High school feels distant and you feel a bit pathetic running to catch up from behind. You’ll be older than most of the freshmen, even those who took a gap year. At least you’re doing it. Yeah, that’s something. An achievement is still that even if it’s not on the same schedule as everyone else. 

You miss your stop and curse yourself. It’s only a block away from where you need to be but you’re getting close to twelve as you spot the same building from the ad.

It’s a nice place. Modern and sleek. You wonder why anyone would convert it to student housing. Financially, it’s likely a windfall yet students do have a way of ruining a good thing. 

As you come up the walk, the curtain flutters in one of the windows. The boxy building isn’t quite as big as the on-campus dorms. That’s another relief. Not having to deal with the crush of students. 

The more you think about it, the more this seems like the perfect opportunity. You don’t want to get your hopes up. You know better. 

The door opens before you can reach it. You falter as a lithe man breezes through and grins in your direction. His blond hair pales in the sunlight and his blue eyes twinkle. He’s at least a decade, maybe two, older than you but he’s not aged poorly. 

“Ah, you must be Ann,” he extends his arm in a formal greeting, “Jonathan, we emailed.” 

“Oh, yes,” you shake his hand and show your teeth sheepishly. “Sorry if I’m late.” 

“Right on time,” he lets go and checks his watch. “I thought we could have our tour and then get to the usual questions. You understand, we have a strict screening process for residents. We can never be too careful.” 

He turns and strides back to the door and opens it, waiting for you as he steps to the side. You approach as he beckons within. 

“It is as much about out safety as those we choose to live here. We have seen the recent scandals at the college and what with the world the way it is. He tuts as you precede him through the door. His accent soothes your bubbling nerves. 

The entry way is tidy and neat. There’s a shelf of cubbies for shoes and a rack opposite with at least a dozen hooks for jackets and the like. You kick the dirt on your soles onto the mat. 

“You may leave your shoes on for the tour. We will have the house cleaned prior to move-in day. Of course, once you and your flat mates are in-house, it will be up to you to determine house rules.” He points you ahead. “Of course, if you choose to stay with us.” 

“Right, er, yeah, makes sense.” 

“Is this your first year?” He asks. His overly cordial manner helps ease you. 

“Mhmm, um, finally. I had to delay it a bit but happy to finally be going to school,” you explain. 

“Never too late to do something new,” he remarks. He gestures into the front room. 

“We’ve two common rooms, seeing as there will be six residents. We would like you to have all the amenities as a typical building. You see, this is a pilot program. We’ve a government grant for development of student housing.” 

You nod. You don’t really care about the money behind it but you appreciate his explanation. You’d rather know more than you need to. 

“A sitting area; television, sofas, perfect for a movie night, should you choose to spend a night in.” He lets you look around as he keeps to the wall and waits, “in the next,” he leads you on, “some games. Table tennis. A table should you wish to partake in any other sort of gaming.” 

The place is nice. Everything is brand new and shiny. There’s a shelf of board games by the sleek black table with chairs. The ping pong table has four paddles and there’s a basket of balls on a wall shelf. It’s all arranged so perfectly. 

You carry on into the kitchen. It’s huge. You marvel at the pale blue and black aesthetic, accented in silver and crystal. It’s immaculate. A bit much for college kids. 

“Uh,” you turn to him and twiddle your fingers, “did I read the rent correctly? I don’t know if I can afford this.” 

“Yes, two-hundred plus utilities. As I’ve said, we get a supplement from the government for housing students.” 

“Oh, sure, makes sense,” you sway and look around again. 

“There are a few things to go over, do let me know if you have any questions as we go,” he stands back as you tentatively explore without touching anything. “We’ve continuous security in place. You may see any of our staff on the grounds throughout your day. You will of course be acquainted on move-in. And we have on-site maintenance.” 

You nod as you listen and he takes you back around to the entryway and shows you the bedrooms on the other side of the house, only two down there, four upstairs according to him. He allows you even to peek into the bathroom behind the staircase. 

“Now, before I go through the typical questions, there is one condition I might confirm before wasting your time,” he says. “It was in the application but I do like to double-check these things. You are comfortable with co-ed residence? A mix of boys, girls, and all?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you smile.  

It’s not ideal. You’ve never really lived with men but you can make it work. 

“Splendid, well, how about we go and see the verandah? It is a sunny day and I hate to miss the sunlight, especially as autumn approaches so quickly.” 

“Oh, okay,” you agree and reroute as he directs you with an open hand. “This place is really nice.” 

“Thank you. I’ve overseen the design myself so I will happily accept that praise,” he chuckles as he trails after you. “Oh, you’ve not even seen the garden.” 

As if the flight wasn’t enough, you’re met with an endless wait in line to have your visa and documents checked before you can leave the airport. Even after all that, you’re far from settled. 

You pull out your notebook as the signs bring you down to the underground station. It’s neat that there’s a whole set of tracks right underneath the airport. Everything about this new place is so astounding but scary... 

You check your scribbles and stop at the wall map to confirm the information. Your platform is a little further down. You better hurry! 

You drag your bag behind you as you scurry down the scuzzy concrete, your carry-on bouncing on your shoulder. It won’t be long, you just need to get to the town centre and go from there. You can’t wait to see your room.  

You hope the real thing lives up to the pictures. The man on the video chat seemed honest. He was friendly. Jonathan... or maybe Jaime. Oh! You shouldn’t forget. 

You're out of breath as you reach the train door. It's like it's waiting for you as once you board, the compartment door shuts. You find a seat and keep your suitcase stuffed in front of you. It's already cramped without the luggage.  

You keep an eye on the digital banner near the exit. You won't miss your stop. When it comes, you're the first up and waiting to get off. 

Outside, you're swept up in vertigo. The distance between you and home finally catches up to you. You're really there. All on your own. 

You're shaky as you take out your notebook and your phone. You just need to go around the corner... every twist and turn is written down. From the airport to the station to your residence. 

Your bag rolls and rattles as you go down the next street. You recognise the house from the pictures. The lawns are vibrant and green and the front gate adds a homey touch. 

You stop just outside and scroll through your emails. Jonathan said to call when you got there as he'd have the key for you. You find his number and tap it, your phone popping open the call screen. You wait, there's no answer. Hmmm. 

The sudden roar of a motor and blast of air startles you. You look over the hedges at the man with a leaf blower. He clears the trimmings of the finely-groomed bushes. As you glance over, he spots you and shuts off the gadget. 

You smile, tight-lipped and teetering, as he approaches. It's not Jonathan. This man is much the opposite, burly, bald, and bearded. 

"Can I help ya?" He asks in a drawl. 

"Oh, sorry," you giggle nervously "I must look like a mouse in a swimming pool. I'm looking for Jonathan Pine." 

He tilts his head slightly, a squint as he seems to chew on his thoughts. 

"He's 'round. I can get him for ya. Can I get who's askin'?" 

"Oh, Lulu. I'm supposed to be moving in, sir," you push your shoulders up as another uneasy trill crawls from your throat. 

"Ah, you best come on in," he goes to the gate and unlatches it, "here." As you near, he reaches out and grabs the handle of your rolling bag, "you come far?" 

You let him drag the overpacked suitcase. Your shoulders are killing you. You follow him down the paved walk. 

"Yes, I flew in. From overseas," you answer. 

"Shoulda known. You sound like him." 

You laugh again. Your accent is not as refined as Jonathan's but certainly is nothing close to the local one either. 

"Name's Sy, I fix this place up and all. Do the garden, unclog the sink," you stops at the door and sets your bag to stand on it's own. "I'll get Jon for ya." 

You nod and he disappears through the front door. You sway as you peer around. The place is amazing. The facade is just as gleaming as the advert and the gardens are lovely. You've always liked oak trees and you're sure the leaves will be a beautiful shade of copper once the seasons change. 

The door opens again and startles you back to the present. You look up as Sy dips his chin in your direction and keeps the door open. A familiar face emerges and a tiny bit of pressure lifts off your chest. You're definitely in the right place.  

"A pleasure to finally meet in person," Jonathan offers his hand. You shake it and a giggle crackles in your throat, the habit harder to suppress as your stress mounts. "I am glad that you made it and I trust you had a safe journey?" 

"Oh, yes, sir, yes," you answer, "thanks." 

"Sy," he glances at the other man who promptly retreats. 

"Well then, please, let us get you set. You are the first to arrive. Of course, there is no trouble accommodating you early given the circumstances. Such a far way to travel. You must be terribly tired." 

"Oh, a little, but excited too." You go to grab your suitcase but he's much quicker.  

He directs you in first and follows as he rolls your bag with him. 

"I've put you upstairs but if the first floor is preferable, we can rearrange," he explains. 

"Upstairs is fine!" You squeak in a tone higher than your usual tenor. 

"Ah, I recall my first time abroad myself, it was surely nerve-racking. Don't be shy, eh, it does help to have someone who understands the plight, hm?" 

"Thank you, sir. Yes, it's... it's all so new." 

"Mm, you needn't call me sir, Jonathan is fine enough," he insists as you begin up the stairs. "Perhaps you won't feel so out of place once the others come." 

[bokutosbabe]

How Did It End?

a / n — needed to write something based off the song “how did it end?” by taylor swift so now we all have to suffer. NOT PROOFREAD!!

content — hajime iwaizumi x fem! reader, angst, iwa and reader were in a very serious relationship, cheating mentioned, i think that’s it— lmk if i missed anything!!

synopsis — If you were to ask the Japan Men’s Volleyball team who out of their whole team would get married first, the answer would be a simple one: Iwaizumi Hajime. Yet, they couldn’t be farther from the truth.

✿.｡. “ leaving me bereft and reeling. my beloved ghost and me, ” .｡.✿

If you were to ask the Japan Men’s Volleyball team who out of their whole team would get married first, the answer would be a simple one:

Iwaizumi Hajime.

If the question had brought up only a month earlier, Iwaizumi would have to agree with the team, but as he stood in the doorway of the quiet apartment— the thought seems like nothing but a fleeting dream that would never come true.

The apartment is quiet—too quiet. For the past month, Iwaizumi had tried to avoid being in the apartment as much as he could. The now half-empty living room, the echo of laughter and shared memories lingering like a ghost.

Five years together, but it feels like a lifetime. The two of you were high school sweethearts that turned into college companions, and then into young adults trying to navigate the world side by side. You’d grown up together.

…but somewhere along the way, you’d grown apart.

It’d been a month since the two of you had decided to end things, but no one knew yet. Not Oikawa, not the team iwaizumi spent hours with every day, not even mattsun and hanamaki— two of iwaizumi’s closest friends. It felt like a secret that was too heavy to keep, yet too fragile to let out into the open for Iwaizumi.

Yet your world kept spinning while his felt like it had stopped. He’d constantly viewed your social media profiles, seeing you out with friends and traveling with no seeming despair at the situation.

Then again, it was your idea— breaking up that is. Iwaizumi never understood. When did it all start to unravel? When did you two stop being each other’s person?

He could remember the day you met as if it happened yesterday. You were the new manager for the volleyball team, and he was just another player trying to make a name for himself.

You had this way of lighting up a room, of making everyone feel seen, he thought. And you saw him, really saw him. You didn’t see him as Oikawa’s best friend, or Aoba Johsai’s ace, no you saw him for himself. You’d spent countless hours together-practices, study sessions, late-night talks.

Somewhere in between, you two had fallen in love.

But love isn’t always enough.

It wasn’t enough now, 5 years later.

It wasn’t enough to make up for him always be away with the team.

It wasn’t enough to make up for him coming home from a post win celebration smelling like another woman.

Even if he didn’t cheat and only danced with a few women, love wasn’t enough to make you want to keep up this lifestyle.

The two of you had started arguing over little things, like the toilet seat being left up and the bed not being made in the mornings. It then escalated to bigger things. The accusations of cheating, the leaving the apartment to go stay with friends, and the eventual cold shoulders.

Trust was replaced with doubts, affection with resentment. And in the end, you had realized that holding on was causing more pain than letting go.

Maybe Iwaizumi hadn’t understood that yet, not even a month after the two had broken up.

His stupid pride made him believe that maybe, just maybe, one day you would find your way back to each other.

He didn’t want to believe that maybe you two would just be a chapter in each other's stories.

He did know that, maybe, he should tell someone though. Maybe that would push him off in the direction of healing like you had already started.

He took his phone out of his pocket and called the one person he knew wouldn’t - or rather couldn’t - rush to his apartment in an attempt to cheer him up.

Toru Oikawa.

When his old setter had picked up, the words tumbled out of Iwaizumi’s mouth, telling his best friend how you’d broken up with him and how he’d been feeling.

“Well, Iwa…

How did it end?”

and Iwaizumi wished he had an answer for that question himself.

✿.｡. “ sitting in a tree, d-y-i-n-g. ” .｡.✿

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i hope you enjoyed!!

[fan-fantasies]

Enemies to Lovers

A/N: this is a nod to booktok. Also…two fics in one day?? Who am I?? Please enjoy!

Pairing: Eddie x fem!reader

Warnings: fingering, oral f receiving, choking, use of pet names (baby, kitten, slut just once), p in v, creampie

Her back was pressed against the wall with his hand firmly around her throat. His face was only inches away from hers with a devilish smirk adorning it.

“I hate you!” She snapped.

“Is that so, sweetheart? I bet if I slid my hand into your underwear you’d be soaking-“

“HELLO? IS ANYONE HOME?!” Your best friend yelled, breaking your attention from your book.

“What?” You grumbled.

“Did you find the last answer to the history homework?” You handed her your paper and went back to your book.

“You know, I read something the other day that said whatever you like to read is what you look for in a relationship.”

She wriggled her eyebrows at you but you just scoffed.

“That’s not true at all. I love enemies to lovers and if that’s the case- I’d be into…” your gaze crossed the cafeteria to the metalhead who was talking animatedly to his club.

“Which you totally are,” she smirked.

“I am not!” You shrieked. The cafeteria went silent for a moment while people looked at you. Even the object of your ire looked your way. You shot him a dirty look to which he returned one of his famous, stupid faces with his tongue sticking out.

“And just like the characters in your book, you’re in denial,” your friend laughed. You simply rolled your eyes and went back to the pages in front of you. You couldn’t focus, however, your eyes flittering back to “the freak” more often than you would’ve liked.

You didn’t actually believe he was a freak, just insanely infuriating. He had been paired with you for a project where you had to do all of the work while he just messed around. He found it incredibly fun to irritate you and that’s how your rivalry began. And while you loved your enemies to lovers trope in books, it was far less fun in real life.

It seemed the universe didn’t agree as you kept running into Eddie for the rest of your day. He actually showed up to your shared class which he usually skipped and you had a hard time not staring. He even ran into you in the hallway before your final class- quite literally.

“Maybe if your nose wasn’t always shoved in a book, you’d watch where you’re going,” he snapped.

“Maybe if you actually read a book every once in a while you wouldn’t be such an idiot,” you shot back.

“You know what, you’re right. I’ll start with this one.” He snatched the book from your hands and ran down the hallway. You went to chase him just as the bell rang. You knew you’d never catch him in time to not be late for class.

You might as well have skipped, you couldn’t focus at all. You were hoping Eddie wouldn’t snoop through the book and would be satisfied enough just by taking it from you.

After class had ended, you stalked through the halls in search of the thief. With no luck in the school, you made your way into the parking lot where his van was already gone. Guess you weren’t getting your book back any time soon.

Luckily, you had a stash at home of other, similar books to keep you entertained in the evening. The hours melted away into night time without you even noticing. Your attention was drawn away by the grumbling of your stomach. The kitchen didn’t have many options so a sandwich would have to do.

You were about to dig in when someone knocked on your front door. You opened it a crack and when you saw who it was, your heart sank into your stomach.

“Hey, princess.”

“Eddie? What are you doing here?”

He pressed your door open further and waltzed in past you. “Excuse me?”

“Figured you’d be missing this,” he said, holding up your book.

“So you thought you’d invite yourself into my house? My mother could’ve been home,” you said nervously.

“Last Thursday of the month, she works the overnight,” he said nonchalantly, taking a bite out of your sandwich.

“You remembered?”

“Well duh, that’s the only day you’d let me come over to work on our project,” he laughed.

“I’d hardly call what you did ‘work’,” you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t think it’s wise to sass me, sweetheart,” his tone was darker before as he set the food back onto the plate. He stalked toward you before stopping, his eyes catching sight of the book you had been reading previously.

“I see you have a collection.”

“They're just books,” you said nervously.

“Hmm I disagree. This is some juicy stuff, kitten.” Your heart began to race at his use of the nickname that was made popular in the book he stole. So he did read it…

“Eddie…” his voice came out as almost a whimper as he stopped in front of you, your back pressed against the counter.

“Who knew the quiet nerd was such a naughty little freak?”

“I’m not…”

“Your books would say otherwise, baby. I never took you for the type to like it rough. Should we see if you can really handle it?” He asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…I want to fuck you into next week. I want to make all your fantasies come true.” His hand caressed your cheek before moving down to your throat, giving it a quick squeeze.

“And what makes you think I want you? In case you haven’t noticed, I kinda hate you,” you snapped, your senses returning momentarily.

“Well much like your book, I guarantee if I touched you, you’d be soaked. Oh, but wait, you never got to that part. Guess I’ll just have to show you-“

Eddie crashed his lips to yours in a feverish kiss of tongue and teeth. He nipped at your bottom lip harshly making you whine.

“Bedroom- now,” he demanded.

“Don’t be so bossy,” you snapped. He turned you around and slapped your ass.

“Now!”

You decided to obey and hurried off to your room with Eddie hot on your trail. You weren’t even a foot inside your room when he spun you around and brought you to him for another kiss.

He backed you over to the bed until your knees hit the edge and you fell backwards. He wasted no time in tugging your pants and underwear off.

“Shit, baby. I can see how wet you are already. You get this wet for everyone you hate?”

“Just you,” you said. “Just hate you.”

He brought his hand down to slap your pussy, making you jump.

“Lose the attitude,” he growled.

“Fuck it out of me- if you can,” you challenged. You opened your mouth to send another insult his way but the only thing that came out was a gasp as he dove tongue first into your cunt.

His hands had a bruising grip on your hips while he are you out like a man deprived of food. Your head was swimming and legs were shaking within minutes.

“Eddie, holy shit!”

“Still hate me?” He chuckled, sliding two fingers into you.

“So much,” you said stubbornly.

He started to thrust his fingers into you while his tongue resumed its assault on your clit. Euphoria washed over you as your orgasm came out of nowhere. Your back arched off the bed but Eddie didn’t relent. You had to physically push his head away from your center when you couldn’t take anymore.

“You know what happened next in the book?” He asked. You shook your head and watched as he undid his belt and shrugged his pants off. “Your little heroine got her brains fucked out and pussy claimed by her so called enemy.”

“Yeah? And how’d he do that?” You asked.

Eddie pushed his underwear down, allowing his cock to spring free. He stroked himself a few times before lining up with your entrance.

“He came so deep inside her pussy she could feel him for days after.”

He thrust into you in one push and your eyes rolled back in your head. Eddie held your hips up so he could fuck deeper into you.

You couldn’t stop the moans from escaping, too blissed out to care.

“Are you gonna cum on my cock like a good little slut?”

He reached one hand to your throat and grabbed it. Between the grip he had and the bruising pace he had set, your vision started to get blurry. The coil was quickly tightening in your stomach.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. Watch me while I cum in this pussy. Who does it belong to?”

“Y-you,” you gasped. The dam broke and your second orgasm washed over you. Eddie’s grip loosened and rhythm faltered until he stilled deep inside you, his cum coating your walls.

“That’s right, baby. I own you now,” he chuckled before kissing you again. He pulled out slowly, watching as his cum dripped down your folds.

*knock knock knock*

Your eyes shot open, chest heaving with deep breaths. A thin sheen of sweat covered your forehead as you jolted awake from your sinful dream.

*knock knock knock*

You looked around- your book was still open on the armrest of the couch where you had fallen asleep. You quickly got up, shaking the images of Eddie fucking you from your head.

You opened the door, eyes popping from your head.

“Hey, princess.”

[pablitogavii]

Best friends little sister Pt. 3

Pablo got the picture in his inbox the same morning. His heart jumped as he read Vinicius' instructions while I was peacefully sleeping on his arm. I told Pedri I will sleep over at Masa's and stayed with Pablo after the game to properly celebrate the win.

The picture

"Fuck!" he said and I slowly woken up brushing the sleep from my eyes smiling at Pablo's face above mine. I moved in starting to kiss his neck but when he pulled away I looked at him in confusion.

"You have to go! Um..I have a physical today" he says and I was completely lost since last night he promised me the whole day in bed? Did he really forget about the physical???

"But it's Sunday Pablito???" you remind him but he said they scheduled him earlier and he needs to be ready quickly. With barely a peck did he leave the bed as I got ready and left back home..not knowing that will be the last kiss in awhile I will share with Pablo.

Pablo knew that if he as far as looked at you, the picture will leak and ruin everything..any chance of being with me in peace...his friendship with Pedri..and my relationship with your brother. He needed to push me away no matter how badly he craved being by my side..it was for the better for all!

For the next five days I tried reaching out to Pablo without success. If I texted him, he didn't reply. If I called it went straight to voice mail. Today I decided to go to training and catch him before he left the dressing room..I was desperate and worried why he was suddenly so cold towards me???

"Um Gavi..can I ask you something???" I saw him leaving with Frankie in shock to see me standing by the dressing room in my school uniform. He followed after me looking back worried that Pedri might see something. We went into the conference room and he put down the blinds.

"What are you doing here!? And during school hours!? Are you crazy!?" he said but I didn't even listen to a single word rushing and kissing him feverishly..it's what I needed for all these days!

Although kissing me back, he was quick to pull away and walk backwards away from me..I needed to know what was going on with him???

"God you're so needy!!! Can't you understand I'm done with you!!!???" Pablo yelled but it didn't matter what he said, I refused to believe that is the truth..it couldn't be because it was so sudden and with no explanation!!!

"P..Pablo..what happened? what did I do??" you say tears filling into your eyes as you tried getting closer but he once again stepped back..like he was running away from you.

"You're a kid and I satisfied my craving, vale! Now just leave me alone" he said and your heart shattered..you left home in tears and haven't stopped crying for the next two weeks.

Meanwhile Pablo never played worse in his life..missing the passes..not scoring since the last El Classico and arguing with everyone all the time. He felt defeated and angry first at himself for not telling Pedri on time which would make it imposible for Vini to threaten him like this. He messed it all up!

"Y/n is really going through something..wanna throw her a beach party tonight??" Pedri said and at the mention of my name Pablo looked up suddenly being interested. It was his fault you were "going through something" so the lest he can do is help. They invited everyone.

At home, you were working on an english project.,

"And they wanted to run away together because of forbidden love.." Jacobo talked but I was somewhere else wondering how could I be so stupid to believe only my heart..my head always told me it was wrong and I should have listened!!!

"Please like they really love each other!" you snarl at the boy who held a book and looked at you with raised eyebrows. Great! Now he thinks I'm some anti love lunatic! Well done!!!

"Sorry..I just think they don't even know each other that well to be able to love each other" I tried to explain but Jacobo was already in my face with his lips on mine kissing me deeply. What the fuck!??? I pulled away wiping my lips.

"What are you doing???" I say and he apologized starting to pack his books. I then sighed telling him it was alright to talk about it like adults.

"I'm so sorry..I just like you and being so close lately.." he said but I never thought about it like that. Yeah, we spend time together at school and were partners for this English project but it was nowhere near kissing one another.

"I'm just.." I start but then didn't even know what to answer next..I'm nothing..Pablo used me..that was all!!!

"with someone else?" Jacob asked

"yes..NO!..um I'm just not up for it" I say mumbling and he smiled nodding his head and taking mine. He kissed it gently before getting up and ready to leave.

"I understand..but I'll fight for you..that you should know" he said and I blushed while walking him to the front door. Pedri watched me from the kitchen smiling excited to see your reaction tonight at the party.

It felt good knowing someone else wants to fight for me..so why the hell were tears spilling down my cheeks again!? Will I forever belong to Pablo Gavi!!!???

"Hermanita!!!" Pedri called a few hours later and I groaned walking down just to have him put a blindfold onto my eyes.

"You know if you weren't my brother, this would constitute as kidnapping, right Pepi???" I say giggling and he told me to stay quiet while driving me to the beach. Drive wasn't long but i was very impatient so I kept bothering him.

"Alright, alright we're here! Stop whining finally!" he said walking me and I could smell the ocean already and my feet felt the warm sand..I smiled.

"Are we at the beach???" I ask and he slowly took off the blindfold as everyone yelled "SURPRISE!" and I jumped holding my hands on my mouth. I couldn't believe he did all this for me..I really had a special brother!!!

Everyone was there around the large bonfire..Rapha brought smores and Balde played music on his speaker...Frankie turned on the grill..Ansu, Araujo and others played ball in the sand..and everyone was happy. Well, almost everyone was here..Pablo was nowhere to be found..I was happy about that but then light shined from the parking before he emerged from the shadow and my blood froze.

Our eyes met and I couldn't handle it..tears returned to my eyes and I just had to run away and get some air..it was a first ever panic attack I've experienced and the whole world felt like closing in on me.

I was sitting on the rock shaking until two arms held me and I looked into my brother's concerned eyes. He put his jacket over me holding me there in silence as I cried..why did he have to hurt me!? why me!? i never wanted anything but to love and be loved..and now i feel like a used up toy..

"Hey, whatever it is hermanita..you can tell your Pepi, bueno? I know it's kind of like I'm your parent here but I'm also just your brother..i never snitched on your to mom and dad, vale?" he spoke and I wanted to spill it all..the whole truth..and beg him to forgive me..to not hurt Pablo..but I didn't have the heart to hurt him..and even though I hate to admit, I didn't want to hurt Pablo either.

"I like someone..but I rejected him today" you lie feeling sick to your stomach that after everything he'd done, you were still lying to Pedri's face.

"You were scared?" he asked and I nodded..what else were I meant to do? one lie after another..it felt eternal at that point.

"Just call him..he's a fool if he doesn't want you" he said and I smile nodding and taking the phone he gave me..Pablo Gavi..you're one big fool!!!! I dialed Jacobo's number..

Pedri returned and Gavi after chugging onto another beer out of desperation asked about me..he wanted to follow after me..to hold me against himself and tell me he lied..that he loves me..so much it drives him crazy..but he knew he couldn't..not with Pedri already leaving.

"It's about the boy like always with girls.." he said and Pablo clenched his jaw..he was ready for his best friend to punch him into oblivion after I told him about everything but punch never came.

"She left with Jacobo, let's drink" when those words left Pedri's lips Gavi's whole body contracted and he watched you hop onto another boys motorcycle and drive off..he clenched his grip on the bottle and it broke leaving his hand bloody.

That night after Jacobo brought me home after nice dinner and kissed me tonight, I regretted it all..lying to Pedri again..getting into a relationship I don't want..and ever giving Pablo Gavi a chance. I fell asleep with tears once again.

A stumbling sound didn't wake me up but cold kisses on my shoulder and neck did and I really was about to scream but a hand was covering my mouth. I turned around and saw Pablo there clearly too wasted to know what he was doing.

"What are you doing here!!? Please leave!??" I tried getting up but he was too strong and had me pinned down on the bed with heavy breathing.

"Please..just one more time..we won't do anything..I just want to hold you one more time.." he was slurring his words and my heart was racing..he was clearly still feeling the same thing I did. But i had a boyfriend now..it was even more wrong then before!!

"i have.." but he didn't let me finish that sentence..he couldn't bare it in that moment and I knew it as his eyes were filling with tears.

"please cielo.." he whispered and I sighed feeling a lump in my throat from that nickname pulling his arm and making him cuddle me tightly as we both fell asleep..suddenly nothing else felt wrong.

Pablo woke up first..he had a horrendous headache but smiled looking down at me in his arms sleeping peacefully. I looked like an angel with my hair scattered down his arm holding onto him while his hand rested on my butt. It was perfect..and if he could hide from Pedri then he could hide from Vini as well!

Just as he was about to kiss me good morning did my phone ring and I jumped looking at my new boyfriend's name shining on the screen. I heard Pablo groaning and throwing his head back in annoyance.

"You should go and..Pablo don't ever do this again!"I said about to answer but he took my phone hanging up instead.

"You let me stay because you wanted it too! I know you're still mine pequeñita.." he said about to pull me close but I was done with his games. He hurt my feelings and made me feel like his toy only to act like it didn't happen..well that won't happen!!!

"I let you stay because you were wasted and wouldn't let go off my waist! I'm done crying over you so just get out!" I were as cold as he was seeing something in his eyes sparkle and it had a red ting..he was angry. The doorbell rang and we both went downstairs.

It couldn't be Pedri since he was at training that Pablo clearly decided to ditch..so it could only be Jacobo..shit!

"Hey beba I brought you coffee..oh hi Pablo, I'm a huge fan" he said and there went Pablo's confidence as he smirked looking at your annoyed face. Pablo took the coffee from the boys hands and you stood there in disbelief..what an asshole!

"She hates coffee in the morning cause it makes her stomach upset..see you around pequeñita" he smirks winking and you fought an urge to throw a rock at his big head right now! Although he was right..Pablo did know you so much better than Jacobo..

We went to school and there was Masa waiting for an explanation..Jacobo kissed me and left and I told her everything she missed since being away.

jacobo_bru

Beba @y.n.gonzalez

comentarios:

pedritoofan: he's her boyfriend!!?😨

gaviigirlss: she doesn't look happy like she did in pics with gavi :((

y.n.fangirlies: right!!? that's what I thought!!?

masa.babyy: my best girl❤️

pedri: ❤️

pedri.gavi.girl: nooo she's not happy with him pedriii!!

gonzalezfam: she didn't even comment!!?🤔

[notmaverick]

Mortal Kombat 11 Johnny Cage AU: ‘’Someone Older” PART 1

Warnings: Dbf!Johnny Cage, Dilf!Johnny Cage, Age gap ( Reader is 29, Johnny is 56 because that’s canon??) SoftDom!Johnny Cage, sub!Reader, usage of Y/N, a little Angst, Reader has an IUD, Fluff, some swearings, All warnings apply to the whole fic.

Let me know if I missed anything!

Author’s Note: Hello! This is my first fic about Johnny, so please if you have advice or request please don’t hesitate to message me! English is also not my first language so excuse my grammar, I also listened to “Older” by Isabel LaRosa while writing this!

Summary:Johnny has been friends with your father since you were in your 20's. You two have shared some nights together, make out, had sex, and no feelings involved, just for pleasure. One day he sat foot on your dad's doorstep.

You woke up feeling a little dizzy, you sat up from your bed as you grabbed your phone to check the time, it’s 10:30 in the morning and it’s sunday, You heard a bunch of laughter downstairs, As far as you remember it wasn't your birthday nor your parents, you quickly stood up and checked yourself in the mirror, you fixed your hair and your face a bit to look fresh, your phone vibrates as you grabbed it to see a text message coming from your Best friend, Jake, saying “Y/N, Have you done the essay about our literature subject? Because I kinda need some help…” You frowned as you remember that you haven't done a single paragraph about that essay, you panicked, texting Jake back, "Shit, when's the deadline? Because I haven't done a single thing about that essay." You clicked the send button. You went to the bathroom to brush your teeth as Jake Texted you again, "Dude, we're so dead!" You sent him a crying emoji as you continued to brush your teeth.

As you brush your teeth your dad came into your room looking for you, "Sweetheart, come downstairs, I know this is out of nowhere but Johnny's here! Can you believe it? You haven't seen him since what? Since you're 20…19?" Your dad asked as you finished brushing your teeth, "Yeah- I guess so, it's been a while since I saw him." You replied walking out in your bathroom, "Hang on dad, I still have to finish some school work-" you said as you dad nodded, understanding your situation, "Alright, after that go downstairs, ok?" He looked at you with a serious look for a moment waiting for a confirmation for you, "Ok, promise." You smiled at your father like a little kid, your dad also smiled as he kissed your forehead, "Goodluck with that sweetheart." he said as he went out from your room, closing the door behind him.

You sigh, as you sit down on your chair as you gather all your materials from your study table to start the essay.

An hour passed, You're finally done. You messaged your friend Jake about the essay, "I've done it, Finally!" You added a ton of crying emoji as you sent it, you heard footsteps coming from the hallway as your door opened and you saw Johnny. He changed A LOT, he became more bulky, his eyes , face, his hair, the only thing that didn't change is that cocky grin you always love, you smiled as you saw him, "Mr. Cage!" You said as you hugged him tightly, "I missed you too, Baby." He said as he hugged you back. "You're still calling me 'Mr. Cage' huh?" He said as you pull away from the hug, you chuckled, "Alright, Carlton." "Now that's just teasing." He chuckled, "Look at you, you've grown so much! You look even more beautiful." He smirked, "Oh, stop it." "or what?" He replied, earning a smile from you, "Why are you here anyways?" You quickly change the subject as you feel your cheeks turn bright red, Johnny notices the sudden change of subject but he ignores it, "Well you know, I've been busy and I haven't spent any time with your dad in a while, especially on you." "Yeah, you still haven't changed at all." You chuckled, "Alright, I'll save the teasing for later, your dad needs you downstairs so c'mon." He gestured downstairs as he smiled, "Please?" He looks at you with pleading eyes, those brown puppy eyes that you couldn't resist, "alright fine jeez, you Don't have to look at me like that-" you said as you chuckled as you go downstairs with him behind you, he smiled as he looks at you from top to bottom, he can't stop looking at your ass, he licks his lips as he snaps himself, as he heard your father calling the two of you downstairs.

"I know you two Haven't seen each other in a while, but save those for later, lunch is ready." Your dad says as you and Johnny sit down at the dining table.

“This better be good, I've missed your cooking a lot man-” Johnny said as he grabbed food and put it on his plate. “Dad always makes the best meal, what do you mean?” You chuckled, smiling at your dad as you stuff the food in your mouth earning a groan from you, “As always dad, it's better than mom’s cooking-” you teased your dad as Johnny chuckled at your words, ‘’So, how are you guys? I know it’s been a while since we got to do this.” Johnny asked as he looked at you then your dad, “We’ve been good man, it's just unexpected, you should’ve called me y’know?” “I wanted to surprise you and Y/N.”

A few exchanges of conversation later, the three of you finally got done eating.

‘’Sweetheart, can you wash the dishes? I’ll go buy something at the store, do you want anything?’’ your father asked as you gathered the dishes and put it in the sink, ‘’chocolate chip cookies will do dad” “Alright, i’ll be back in a moment, if johnny needs anything, you know what to do, ok?” your father left after.

You’re washing the dishes as you felt a large hands snaked around your waist, “I’ve missed you.” johnny said as he kissed your nape, you smiled as he kissed your neck, “i missed you too, Johnny.” you said as you dry your hands as you turn around to face him, you saw him smiling so widely, “You're still as beautiful as the day I left you, baby.” you chuckled, “So are you, Johnny.” he leaned in, an inch away from your lips, “You know what else i miss, hmm?” “I don’t know, Mind if you enlighten me?” johnny chuckled, “If you say so Princess,” with that, he kissed you deeply than you could ever imagined, You moaned, and immediately grabbed his neck and pushed him more into you, He lift you up and sat you on the edge of the kitchen counter, “Let’s be quick before your Daddy comes home, how’s that sound?”

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[ninikrumbs]

Later

Summary: Gojo Satoru x Reader. Seeing off your best friend before he fights the King of Curses. Promises of laters and unfinished confessions.

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Implied death (Not reader). Author has not read the manga. Not proofread.

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Today was the day, you thought. You stare at your shoes, anxiety ripping though you. The cold winter air making you shiver as you waited.

December 24th

Usually, this time of the year, youd be finalising presents or getting dolled up for the annual holiday party. Probably preparing the cake you always say is such a hassle to bake but you actually look forward to making it every year.

But no. This year -with ominous dark clouds covering the sky- you were waiting for the biggest fight of all Jujutsu history to occur.

Standing beside Shoko in Jujustsu High. You watched as every person that ever meant something to you -those who are left anyway- say their "Send that bastard to hell, Sensei!" and "Make him regret ever coming back!" wishes.

"He's gonna come back, y'know." Shokos warm and comforting voice met your ears. Though she sounded like she was trying to convince herself aswell.

And as someone who wanted to believe her, you gently grasped her hand beside you. "I know."

Eventually, cerulean blue eyes found yours in the midst of the crowd. A confident smile curved on his lips as he slowly made his way to you and Shoko.

Satoru Gojo. Then small flashbacks of your time together in high school passed through your mind.

Yaga screaming his and Geto's ears off as you and Shoko watch tittering on the sidelines.

Gojo stealing a bite from your bento, declaring that youre food was better than his, earning a slap to his hand from you.

Geto and Gojo rolling around the floor wrestling each other over a stupid towel.

Gojo's calm and relax face as he slept on the school rooftop beside you, with his hands behind his head and the wind lulling both of you to sleep.

You have lost so much people. And you already lost one best friend. Without a doubt, you're not ready to lose another. Not Gojo. Not when you haven't even had the chance to tell him yet. He was called the strongest for a reason, right?

Right?

"No tears, sweetheart." His voice soft and gentle, as he leaned down to properly face you. You blinked, not even realizing that tears were threatening to fall down your face.

Slender fingers wiped a stray tear away. You shyed away from his touch, embarrassed that he caught you in such a state of distress. You didn't want him to think that you didn't have faith in him.

Shoko let go of your hand and stepped away from the two of you. Obviously noticing the intimate moment you were sharing even if you didnt.

You sniffled, "Just kick his ass, okay?!"

Face growing red at your stupid comment, wishing you said something more original.

But Gojo didn't seem to mind. In fact he grinned wider. "Yes, Maam!"

He posed in a fake salute, earning a small laugh from you. You missed the twinkle in his eyes from finally making you smile after what seemed like hours of you looking like you're barely holding it together.

Well, he wasn't wrong. The rope around your lungs finally loosened as you let out a breath you didnt even know you were holding.

Suprising both Gojo and yourself. You pulled him down into a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. His hands immediately found your waist as he sank into you. His head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

His warm breath and tight grip on your waist said everything he couldn't say with words. Confident as he was, he was scared too. Not of Sukuna or any curse. But he was scared that if he didn't play his cards right, he wouldnt be able to come back to this. To you. And that terrifed him more than anything.

Studenot and allies alike, stood by and watch the scene unfold before them. Some with knowing gazes and others with baffled ones. Whispers could be heard from around you, but they all fade into the background.

"Wait f'me, okay?" His muffled words made you grip him even tighter as you nodded helplessly.

"Hurry back, Satoru."

He pulled away in surprise. You never called him that before. Its always Gojo or the affectionate idiot, but never his first name.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he whispered, "How am I suppose to leave now?"

Saving the world be damn. All he wanted to was to teleport you away and finally say the thing he's been holding back all these years.

You smiled softly at him. Gojo has left many times before. For overseas missions or something else, but this time it feels like he was going to some place farther. A place where you couldn't follow. And its that thought that finally gives you the courage to say whats been on your mind since yesterday.

"I want to tell you something later," You began, eyes darting to the side. "Ive been wanting to tell you this for a long time now.. so that's why I need you to hurry back, Toru."

Gojo groaned inwardly, burying his face into your neck once more. "Say that again."

"Say what again?"

"My name."

You chuckled softly, "Toru."

He pulled you impossibly closer to him, as you ran your fingers through his hair. It was just his name, but damn did it make him feel like he was on cloud nine when it came from your lips.

Why here and why now? He thought. Is the possibility of his death really making the both of you finally adress the feelings you've been tip toeing around each other over the years?

The impending goodbye grew closer and closer. Gojo knows he should let you go and pull away but his arms wouldn't agree with his brain. He pulls away just enough to look at you. His eyes traced your face trying to ingrave your face into his brain.

After what seemed like hours. You both finally pulled away, fingers tracing each other, aching to keep some sort of contact before they dropped to your sides.

"Later?" You asked, voice full of hope.

His signature grin curved his lips, "Later."

And that was the last thing he said before he turned around to leave. Your eyes never leaving his broad back as he looked back and gave you a cocky wink.

December 24th

The last time you saw Gojo Satoru. Your Satoru. Alive.

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Love You (Always)

A/N: Heyyyyy this is for all my insecure girlies regardless of what type of body you have. All girlies can feel insecure at times even if you're a 00 or if you're a size 20. So here's a cute comforting fic for all of us ladies who need some extra confidence sometimes! Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Reader Word count: 2,316 words Warnings: Mentions of insecurity, scrutinizing of one's own body, not necessarily an eating disorder, but themes/habits of disordered eating/limited eating, swearing, slight angst

You weren’t really a clingy kind of person, that’s probably how you and Gerard worked out so well. But right now, you were pretty sure you were watching every second until he got home.

You had spent a whole two days cleaning the apartment from top to bottom, making sure everything was set. You couldn’t believe you were going to admit it, but you were somehow nervous for his return. You hadn’t seen each other in months, talking over the phone was spontaneous at best, and he hadn’t been home since, well- you couldn’t remember, actually.

So maybe that’s why in your mind everything had to be perfect, because you weren’t sure what to expect. I mean, this could all simply explode in a minute, right? One small tap on the glass for it to shatter.

You paced around the room a bit, biting on your nail, something you never did, and awaited with baited breath and a thumping heart. He was your boyfriend of three years and you were somehow nervous to see him. It was like a date with a middle school crush but far worse because at the end of the day this actually mattered.

You could hear the door rumble a bit and swing open, looking up to be met with Gerard initially struggling with his bags a bit, but placing them down by the front with a sigh and looking up at you with a smile. You smiled back as he was the first to run up to you and give you a kiss. It wasn’t hectic or frantic just gentle and calm.

“Hi.” You finally said once he pulled away, meeting his eyes and he looked down at your with a smile.

“Hi.” He responded, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You smiled back. “I- um, do you need help with your bags?”

“Nah, I’ll get ‘em later.” He calmly shrugged, “Probably need a shower though-”

“Oh thank God you said it.” You let out a sigh of relief, “With as much respect as possible, you smell like shit.”

“Thanks.” He snorted, beginning to walk back to your shared room where the closet space was. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

You took a deep gulp as he stepped out of the shower and you were able to finally notice his physique for the first time since being back. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but his upper body was now structured with soft muscles on his arms and while he still had a bit of a belly (something you adored for whatever reason), he was much… thiner, than he was.

It didn’t shock you by any means considering he was practically getting a full blown workout for an hour a day in the hot sun while touring in the middle of summer. But it also didn’t help your own mental view of yourself.

You had always had this on and off again relationship with self love. Most of the time now, having matured and all and realizing how fake most bodies plastered on magazine pages were, you managed to actually find a lot of confidence in the way you looked. Sure, you were a bit chubby, some chunk on your arms, around your thighs and hips, a bigger belly than just the small one most women had, but you had managed to love the curves that came with it.

“Might as well take a picture.” You heard Gerard say and quickly looked to his face where he was smiling at you, realizing that you had been full blown staring for way too long. You couldn’t even respond, only looking away in complete embarrassment. “Oh c’mon baby,” He softly said, “You’re never speechless.”

He threw a shirt and sweatpants on before walking out to where you were laying on the bed, plopping down right next to you and letting his arms snake around your waist, squeezing you tight. As soon as he did though, and didn’t get your usual enthusiastic response since he knew you loved that move, his eyebrows furrowed a bit. “You okay?” He asked a bit more seriously despite you still facing away and not moving. “Did I say or do something, hon?” You shook your head silently. “What’s up?”

You tried to pull out of his grip, now being doubly embarrassed and therefore on the verge of tears, but it did not work with him at all. Damn, he had gotten stronger too. “Hon-” He tried to push a bit but was quickly stopped.

“Could you not?” You finally pushed back, turning over slightly to face him, his facial expressions quickly contorting from concern to shock. “I’m just not in the mood.” You sighed, getting up as he finally freed you from his grip. “And sorry for staring at you.” You mumbled, walking out of the bedroom and towards the main area leaving him completely dumbfounded.

What had he done in the 15 minutes he was home? Had he done something before and you were just being nice at first? Was he being too up front? Did you need more time to warm up again? Did he read something wrong?

The questions flooded his mind like an exploded dam as he sat up still confused but deciding to give you space and understanding intruding on your personal bubble right now would lead to way more harm than good. Maybe I should Google it or something- Google it Gerard? What are you thinking? Talk to your therapist but- damn, it’s like 9 pm don’t disturb him. Frank’s not bad with advice but he just got home too, Mikey maybe?

He wasn’t sure what to do because clearly, not obviously, like so blatantly, something was very, very wrong. But what was that thing? How did he fuck this all up so fast?

He was pondering his next plans of actions, because yes he would ideally like to sleep in a bed his first night being back in a while, but also the couch seemed like a more fitting punishment for whatever crime he had committed. But you were out there, and seemed like some form of distance at least temporarily seemed to fit the situation.

Finally, after some deep consideration, he figured it was best to just leave you alone and go to bed. If you wanted to come back, he would be on his side facing the other way, being sure not to disturb you. He turned off his side lamp and finally laid down, inevitably having to let the feeling that this was an issue for tomorrow settle on his turning stomach.

The next morning had started out usual for you. You had woken up, taken a shower, done your hair and skincare routine all within a time that Gerard had shockingly not woken up. You let him sleep extra knowing his sleep schedule on tour was never usual and getting anything more than four hours was a blessing, and also because of the little fit last night that you still were too embarrassed to address. Because how were you supposed to bring up your insecurities to your boyfriend without having to acknowledge them?

Just as you finished brushing your teeth you heard his footsteps pad through the bedroom and into the bathroom, where he quickly yawned from next to you in the mirror. “Morning, hon.” He said, his morning voice thicker than ever.

“Morning.” You replied, spitting out the last of your toothpaste, “How’d you sleep?”

“Well,” He said, grabbing his own toothbrush and stealing the tube of toothpaste from your side, “Much better than on the bus.” You lightly smiled at him.

“What d’you wanna do today?” You asked him, brushing your hair once last time. He shrugged.

“Not much, to be honest.” He said, “Maybe breakfast or lunch, then hang out around here. Just wanna be around you.” He smiled a bit, letting a some of the foamed tooth paste show in his mouth which you lightly giggled at.

“Sure,” You replied, “That sounds good.”

You quickly got dressed into leggings and a baggy sweatshirt. At least this would cover your stomach and thighs. The whole “staying in” plan for the day made it easier to justify the outfit and for him to hopefully think not much of it. “You ready?” He asked, walking to the edge of your closet as you nodded.

You grabbed your tote bag on your way out, locking the door behind you, and was quickly met with his hand engulfing yours as you entered the street. He gave it a little squeeze, something he knew you adored, and suddenly had a blush growing on your face.

Thankfully, having lived in New York a decent amount of time now, you had found local favorites that were easy to get into and always good. A diner down the corner was one of your favorites, and especially early in your relationship was a frequent place you would go each morning after he spent the night with you.

You had your usual orders: Gerard would go for pancakes and you would go for french toast, and then each of you would pick off of the others when you got sick of your own. It was almost part of the routine of days like today. That was why Gerard happened to be so off guard when you didn’t order your usual, I mean, you still ordered a regular plate of breakfast food, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns and all, but it wasn’t the usual thing.

He kept to himself a bit, eyeing you instead as each of you talked, and noticing slight body language queues of uncomfortability. He was still pondering last night, and the way you seemed to shrink yourself today didn’t give any indication that you were over whatever was bothering you from yesterday.

You didn’t comment or seem to mind when he took some of your food from your plate, but it made him feel a bit more guilty when you weren’t taking any from his.

“Want some?” He asked, motioning his head and silverware towards his plate. It was still half full of pancakes he has conservatively drenches with just enough syrup to your liking. Why did he have to be so perfect at all the wrong times?

You were tempted, but before your mind could even fathom the taste of his pancakes you remembered how you looked. And you lost all that appetite. You shook your head. “No, thank you.” You replied, taking a small nibble of your hashbrowns.

Gerard really didn’t want to ruin breakfast, but he was also confused, and turning slightly anxious by the moment. You had always enjoyed food, he loved that about you. You were never afraid to try anything new, and the look on your face when you ate your favorite meals was always so genuine and happy. Today it looked just painful.

“Sweetheart,” he spoked up after a moment. You looked up at him. “Is something wrong? Are you alright?”

He wasn’t sure now why he has asked it, seeing your eyes immediately fill with tears and your poor attempt at try to prevent your face from going sour. “Shit.” He muttered to himself, putting his silverware down, and using his free hand to grab yours from across the table.

“I’m just-“ You spoke, with a shaky voice and slow tear trailing down your cheek. You took your free hand and used the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe it off. “It’s so stupid.”

“Honey, whatever you’re feeling is never stupid.” He told you, his face having melted into a puddle of concern. “I’m here to listen, always. You can always tell me anything and everything.”

“I know.” You sniffled a little, taking a deep breath. “Just- seeing you come home and you’ve- you’ve, I don’t know, lost some weight- and you look great! Don’t get me wrong, but I just don’t know why you want me when I look like this and you-“

“Stop.” He said before you could even finish your sentence. You looked up at him with some worry as he sighed. “To begin with, I love your body. I’ve always found you incredibly sexy, and will always think you’re gorgeous even when we’re 80.” He said, “Next, even if your body changes at all, it will never make me stop loving you. I don’t love you just for your body, it’s a wonderful perk you happen to have, but I will always love you for you.” He sighed, “And finally, even if you did gain weight, or your weight shifted to other places, that’s just more of you to love. There is zero downside to that.”

You took a few moments considering his words. “Thanks.” You replied simply, feeling a little more calm but guilty for allowing your feelings to ruin his first day back. “Sorry for-“

“No apologizing for your feelings.” He said again, squeezing your hand. “I love you, and I will always be here to listen to you. Never feel guilty for feeling one way or another, okay?” You nodded. “Now, do you want some of my pancakes.”

You took a deep sigh of defeat. “Yeah.” He smirked, pushing the plate halfway across the table as you removed your hands from each other to go back to holding your silverware.

You took a pretty decent amount, stabbing with your fork and ferociously cutting with your knife. “Fuck these are good.” You grumbled, halfway done chewing them. He chuckled.

“Have as many as you want.” He softly smiled. 
“I regret not getting the french toast.” You admitted with a small cringe. “We always share it.”

“You wanna get it to go? We can keep it as a late night snack for later.” You took a moment contemplating his suggestion with a growing smile. You nodded. “Extra strawberries?” He asked with a knowing smile.

“Always.”

[tree0frog]

Hi, I just recently came across your blog and I really liked the way you write.

Can I make a request about the twelfth doctor and Clara?

Where Reader is in Clara's class at Coal Hill School, and she always enthusiastically talked about her main hobby - space. Since childhood, she could look at the starry sky for hours, and also talk about it for hours. She reviewed all science fiction films and TV series on space topics, reread all the works of famous astronomers and astrophysicists. Can name all astronauts and cosmonauts in chronological order.

In short, she is the number one fan of everything cosmic, and everything seems to be fine, except for the constant endless bullying from classmates and passive-aggressive reproaches from parents on the topic that "how stupid it is at her age to get carried away with such nonsense." And one day, hiding in a remote alley in the backyard of the school, Reader accidentally sees her teacher Miss Oswald first talking to a strange old man, and after that how both of them go into a strange blue booth.

Hi sorry this took so long iv been busy with work and college and trying to finish the other 100 things I wanted to write lol hope you like it .

i will do a part two if its asked

strange man

main master list

doctor who master list

platonic Clara x teen reader

To most, you were weird quite a freak even.

But to Clara you and your mind were amazing. You found comfort in her from the start bonding over your love for all things space and sifi.

The doctor started questioning his companion when she took little gifts from their travels.

"what's a {Y/N}?" he asked looking up from his book.

" A kid in my class gets bullied and I thought this would hear them up doctor, their mind gosh it is just incredible you'd love them" she laughed tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

so life continued for some time Clara would bring you small gifts from her travels and would tell you about them.

" so the man in the box whats he like?" you asked taking a drink from your bottle and you found yourself eating lunch in the safety of your teacher's classroom like most days.

"Well, he can be very grumpy most of the time VERY Scottish old the doctors are very smart as well"You smiled as you went on listening to your teacher ramble about this old man who could travel in time and space.

The other kids would tease and pick on you for believing in things like that however to you well it was different just the idea that life could exist beyond earth was so amazing to you and to find someone who shared your interest even if she made up still story to make you feel better its worth it.

The bell rang singling that it was the end of another day at the hell you called a school,walking past the back gates you noticed a blue box that wasn't there before outside side it was a man and you.

Teacher?

you froze in your seat as you watched the pair enter the blue box your eyes met the strange man's gaze as he smiled at you before you watched him shut the doors and the blue box faded into nothing.

[little-diable]

Holy Realm - Priest!Tom Riddle (smut)

Father Riddle will always be my favourite dark character to write for. Please remember, don't like it, don't read it. But please, like and reblog if you did enjoy reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: (Y/n) has found her way back home, spending her summer vaction with her overly religious mother, who introduces her to a man that is set on blemishing her once pure soul.

Warnings: 18+, smut, sex in a church, oral (m), religious connotations, heavy power play, dub!con, degration, praying a rosary

Pairing: Father!Tom Riddle x nonreligious!fem!reader (3.2k words)

Header by @deathofpeaceofmind

“Hurry, I don’t want to miss the service!” (Y/n) had to bite down her groan, hurrying after her mother, taking two steps at a time. The sun was about to set, drenching the horizon in a dark red, symbolic of the pain they’ll pray about, the suffering the son of Christ had endured. Mere stories (y/n) could pay no mind to, not believing in the bible nor the religion her mother clung to. 

The church was filled, only two spots in the first row were still left empty, forcing yet another groan out of (y/n). She had returned home only a day ago, cursing herself for giving in, for following her mother’s call to spend her summer vacation at home. Deep down she had missed her family, the small town she had grown up in, but after only a few hours of being back home, (y/n) was ready to leave once again. 

Her tired eyes took in her surroundings, the familiar faces that smiled at her, forcing a fake smile to widen on (y/n)’s lips. She could only hope that the service will pass quickly, allowing her to hide away in her old room with her book and some music to distract herself from her parent’s bickering. 

(Y/n)’s wandering thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door being pushed open, exposing a man she hadn’t seen before. He carried himself with a dark gaze and an almost too straight posture, eyes set ahead, focusing on the cross towering over the altar. “That’s father Riddle, he joined the community last September.” (Y/n) couldn’t pay her mother’s whispers a thought, fully mesmerized by the handsome man that left her heart racing. 

“Good evening, I’m glad to see so many of you in our holy halls, please, pray with us.” His eyes met hers, only for a few seconds, and yet (y/n) felt herself trembling in her seat. There was something about the man that left her yearning for more, hoping that his gaze would wander back to her frame soon. Like a school girl crushing on her professor, hanging onto his every word, (y/n) felt herself being pulled into his grasp. 

The man didn’t smile once, he had nothing sweet to him, making her question how a man like him had found the love for caring for those that shared the same beliefs. He didn’t strike her like a man of God, appearing like a demon that had crawled straight from hell, with eyes that still reflected the flames of suffering, threatening to burn those that stared for too long. 

“Stand up.” (Y/n)’s mother tugged on her elbow, forcing (y/n) to her feet. Father Riddle was already staring at her, without any emotions lingering in his gaze, and yet (y/n) found herself shrinking away, hoping that he wouldn’t call her out on her state of distraction. She didn’t speak the prayers, didn’t give in once, perhaps she was trying to provoke a reaction out of the father, wondering if he’d stare at her long enough to wordlessly communicate with her. But he didn’t, not once did his gaze linger long enough to make (y/n) feel the heat his eyes reflected. 

“For the Lord is a great God, and a great king above all gods. Come, let us worship and bow down and kneel before the Lord our Maker.” The prayer echoed through the church, words (y/n) didn’t speak, keeping her mouth shut even as her mother gave her a small push, hoping that her daughter would give in. It was pathetic, really, but she couldn’t help but search his gaze, too intrigued to back down just yet. The man’s trap had forced her to her knees, abiding to his every command, he could toy with her body and soul, and she’d blindly give in. Darkness had touched her soul, seeping into her every pore, one with the call of the underworld the son of God had once wandered. 

“May you rest well knowing that He will hear your call. Have a good evening, thank you.” The shadow of a smile found its way to the man’s lips as he ended the service, closing the bible with his eyes still set on the community that hung onto his every word. (Y/n) had to snap herself out of her mesmerized state, embarrassed by the way she had to press her thighs together, feeling her panties growing damper by the second. 

“Come, I want to introduce you.” Before (y/n) could try and protest her mother had already tugged on her hand, pulling her towards the line of people that wanted to speak to the man. Once again (y/n) allowed herself to take in his tall frame, the white collar that perfectly pressed against his throat, the jaw muscles that ticked whenever he listened to the ones praising his service. 

“Father Riddle, what a glorious service it has been. This is my daughter, (y/n), she’s sadly not a follower of Christ.” (Y/n) had to bite down her snort, breath hitched in her chest as his eyes found hers once again. It took her a moment to snap out of her state, shooting him a small smile as he shook her hand, squeezing tighter than she had expected him to. 

“It’s good to finally meet you, (y/n). Please, if you ever find the need to strengthen your belief, our church will always be open for you.” Her mouth felt dry, unable to reply to the words that had a teasing undertone to them. 

“Oh, what a lovely idea! She will definitely visit in the next few days, if somebody can reassure her of God’s love it will be you, father.” (Y/n) didn’t find the strength to protest, couldn’t ignore the excitement buzzing through her at the thought of crossing paths with the man again, without her mother near. With a small smile lingering on his lips the man nodded his head, murmuring a soft “I can’t wait” before he bid the two goodbye. 

And with a heavy breath exhaled, (y/n) followed her all too oblivious mother out of the church. 

—

It was the next evening when (y/n) found herself walking up the stairs of the church once again. She had her hands clinging onto the strap of her bag, needing to find something to hold onto, unsure what to expect. Her mother hadn’t stopped talking about the man, begging her daughter to give in and go talk to him, praying that she would find her way back to God. And even though (y/n) hadn’t paid her mother's rambling much attention, she found herself thinking about the man, the way she wanted to be touched by him. 

Hours after the service had ended her hands had started wandering, hiding away in the darkness of her room, following the call those believing in God would curse. Her thoughts had raced through her mind, painting pictures of the tall man, wondering how he’d touch her, if he’d allow her to drop to her knees for him. Mere thoughts that have pushed her closer and closer to the edge, giving in with a heavy gasp rumbling through her. 

“Hello?” (Y/n)’s voice echoed through the empty church, met by nothing but silence. Slowly she walked further through the building, up to the altar, eyes taking in the colourful glass windows, the paintings that told the story of Christ, and the heavy cross hanging over her head. Her gaze found the door the father had walked through yesterday evening, spots of light were reflected through the milky glass, calling her closer. 

“Father Riddle?” She called out, knocking on the door before she pushed it open. Her eyes met his, pushing the same heat she had felt yesterday through her system, smiling at the man. 

“(Y/n), what a joy. I hadn’t expected you to find your way back here so soon, please, sit.” She shut the door before she sat down on the chair near his table, taking in the shelves filled with books, feeling the cold that lingered in his office, a clear contrast to the warmth that had filled the halls of the church. “Tell me, how is it being back home? Your mother told me she hasn’t seen you in years.” 

“It’s different, I now remember why I have stayed away for so long.” The words rolled off her tongue without thinking twice about them, grateful for the raspy chuckle that rumbled through the man. His eyes didn’t stray from her features once, taking in every inch, every imperfection he found himself intrigued by. As if he was the last truth humankind had to cling to, his presence filled the room, luring her further into his trap. 

“Do you remember why you lost your faith? Your mother told me about your struggles with God.” He rose from his seat, walking towards the small desk nearby to fill a glass with water. Her gaze followed his every step, drawn to him like a sinner following the devil’s call, one with the darkness those that believed in the creator of all life feared. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever truly believed in God, how can you, when all this pain and suffering is happening?” He placed the glass of water in front of her, not moving away as he leaned back against his table, knees almost touching (y/n)'s. The man was now towering over her, wordlessly communicating the power he held over her, as if she was a puppet he guided, tugging on the strings that forced her to sit still.

“You see, (y/n), God works in mysterious ways, it’s not on us to question him. I fear you have been tainted, you’ve been lured in by the devil’s call. Your mother is suffering, because of your disloyalty to God, don’t you want to see her happy?” She didn't know how to reply, would normally start laughing about words like these and run from those that dared to abuse their power, but she couldn’t move, glued to her seat with trembling thighs and a racing heart. “Speak up when you’re asked to.” 

“I,” (y/n) heavily swallowed, pondering over the words that burned on the tip of her tongue. “How do I find my way back to God when I’ve pushed him away for so long?” His hand found her jaw, tilting her head up to keep looking at him, not giving (y/n) a chance to move away from the man. The father had a tight grip on her, leaving marks she’d have to hide from her mother when morning rose over the small town that had been brainwashed by the one that was now guiding her. 

“Put your trust in me, show me how much you want to find your way back to Him and I shall show you the way.” His voice grew raspier with every spoken word, waiting for the small nod of her head before he spoke up once again. “Good. Follow my command and you will be freed from the devil's grasp. Kneel for me, (y/n).” 

She dropped to her knees, jeans rubbing against the rough carpet. Her eyes didn’t dare stray from his dark ones, unable to think straight, unable to realise that the man was playing with the power he held over her. This is what she had been dreaming of last night, wondering how he’d manhandle her, and who was she to deny herself of her needs?

“Here, take this.” (Y/n) took the white rosary from him, fingertips absentmindedly rolling the wooden pearls. Her eyes followed the movements of his hands, watching him unbuckle his belt, freeing his hardening cock from his dark trousers. “Keep holding onto it for now. Open your mouth for me, and prove to me how much you love God.” 

Her lips parted, welcoming his cock into her mouth, swallowing around him. The father was ruthless, tugging her closer with his hand finding the back of her head, making (y/n) gag around him. Tears salty like the body of water the son of Christ had walked upon ran down her cheeks, dropping one by one like the sinners that had fallen from heaven with Lucifer. 

The corners of her mouth burned, saliva dripped from her chin, onto the rosary she was holding in her hands. His moans guided her, silently praising her for the pressure she used on his cock, how she bobbed her head with the right amount of speed, slowly adjusting to his size. 

Their eyes kept holding contact, reminding (y/n) that there was no running from the man that perfectly embodied the darkness she had been warned of since she had been a mere child. A darkness she was intrigued by, hoping that the grasp he had on her wouldn’t grow loose just yet, curious to find out what else he’d do to her. 

“Atta girl, fuck, such an eager whore, ready to please me.” His words left her moaning around him, finding pride in the way he was praising her. (Y/n) felt herself dripping, walls clenching around nothing, needing to be filled by him. 

His cock twitched in her mouth as the man started fucking her mouth, abusing her with his tip meeting the back of her throat, leaving her heaving for air. She didn’t dare move away, greedily swallowing as he released himself in her mouth, painting her cheeks and tongue white. His groans left her trembling, praying that he’d finally give in and touch her like she needed him to. 

With too much force the father pulled her off his cock, taking a step back to let his gaze wander over her features, taking in the saliva still clinging to her skin, the swollen lips of hers, “Against the desk, spread your legs for me.”

(Y/n) rose with quivering limbs, front pressed against the table top. He worked on her jeans, pulling them down her legs with her panties following, allowing (y/n) to step out of them before he pushed her back down against the wood. Cold fingers brushed through her folds, silently chuckling as he felt her arousal clinging to her skin. 

“You’re soaked for me – you see, from the moment I first saw you, I knew you had to be treated differently.” He plunged two fingers into her, pressing himself against her back to cage her. A surprised gasp left her, eyes squeezed shut, hands tightening their grip on the rosary she was still clinging to, reminding her of the mission she was now supposed to follow. “Tell me, (y/n), do you remember how to pray the rosary?” 

“I think so.” Her whispers left him chuckling, he kept fucking her with his fingers as he murmured to her, leaving her torn between her arousal and the commands he was speaking. 

“Show me then, pray.” The father let go of her, leaving her empty, and yet she didn’t dare question him. A shaky breath was inhaled into her lungs, eyes squeezed shut to force herself to remember the prayer she had once known by heart – as a child too young to question the belief she had been growing up with. She heard him fumble around, ripping open what she assumed to be a condom, sounds (y/n) desperately needed to distract herself from if she wanted to please him. 

“Our Father, who art in heaven hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.” The second the prayer had left her lips, the man had pushed into her, cock forcing her walls apart. (Y/n)’s moans filled the room, eyes still squeezed shut as she breathed through the pain, not used to being filled by a cock of his size. But the father paid no attention to her uneasiness, pulling out only to push right back in, fucking her against his table. 

“Keep on praying, don’t disappoint me.” The mere thought of disappointing the man left her panicking, trying to snap out of her lust drunken state. The first Hail Mary rumbled through (y/n), trying to remember the words she was supposed to speak, calling out to those who shall help her when in need. 

“Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.” Her moans kept interrupting her, wondering if she’d eventually snap the rosary apart from the amount of pressure she used to hold onto it. Her mind was racing, unable to focus on anything but him. His thrusts grew more ferocious, forcing her hips to meet the table with every movement, sure to leave bruises that would linger for days on end. 

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, Pray for us sinners, Now and at the hour of our death.” A sinner she was, and yet it didn’t feel like she was sinning, as she was guided by a man of God, a man that understood the miracles mere human minds weren’t made to pick up on. Tears of desperation welled up on her eyes as his hand found its way around her middle, cupping her core. He circled her clit, coaxing another moan out of her. 

“Don’t give in just yet, use your strength.” He murmured the words, adding more pressure to her touch to taint the girl even further. The man had crawled from hell, only to blemish her once pure soul, leaving holes of darkness that could no longer be filled by the light her belief had once pushed through her. Her walls fluttered around his cock, teeth finding their way into her lower lip to try and stop herself from giving in just yet. 

“Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.” The moment the prayer had left her bloody lips, he breathed out a small “Cum”, a command almost missed by the moaning woman. (Y/n) came with a gasp, letting go of the rosary to hold onto the edge of the desk, trying to claw her fingernails into the wood. He kept fucking her through her high, following moments later with a deep groan filling his fleshcage. 

For a few seconds they were trapped in a thick fog of silence, catching their breaths before he pulled out of her, letting go of his tight grasp on her. No words were spoken as (y/n) tried to put her clothes back on, still trembling but now shying away from his dark gaze. Only as his hand found its way back to her chin, tilting her head up, did she give in. 

“I expect you to come back tomorrow morning for our service. Don’t disappoint me, (y/n), remember that I’m your only way back into the holy realm.”

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfics - Penpals

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21st August

Moony,

Please tell me you’re still coming this weekend. Evans actually replied to one of James’ (many) letters, and not just to tell him to fuck off, and he is being unbearable. If I have to hear one more sentence that starts “She said” I might just unforgivable myself. Please put me out of my misery, I’ve been helping Effie cook just to get away from the lovesick prick. Note that I can cook now. I’ll show you this weekend, I asked her to teach me how to make Samosas and they’re surprisingly easy. So I can make you samosas now! Hope the moon wasn’t too bad, wish we could have been there.

Padfoot

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21st August

Pads,

I’ll be there Friday night, I promise.

To be fair to James, it’s a pretty big deal for him. But rest assured I’ll tell him to shut up if you need me to. Lily didn’t tell me that she replied to him, so now I need to fire off a letter to her and ask her if she sustained a head injury. Please don’t off yourself, I don’t want to spend the week with lovesick Prongs on my own.

Samosas! For me? I’m glad James’ arseholery has resulted in something good at least. I will never tire of Effie’s Samosas, so the bar is high! I hope you’re practicing ready for the weekend, I expect to be wowed.

The moon wasn’t great. I have two ugly new scars on my jaw/cheek, just to prepare you for the weekend.

The wolf misses his friends, and I miss mine.

Moony

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21st August

Dear Lily,

I have received news that you sent a letter to James, and I was so concerned that I had to write to you immediately. Are you alright? Were you injured? How bad was the head injury? Do they think you’ll ever gain back full brain function?

But seriously, what the fuck? He won’t shut up about it and he’s driving Sirius mad. I’m spending the week with them and if he’s as insufferable as Sirius claims, I will be blaming you.

Hope you’re enjoying France.

Also, I told you so.

Remus

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22nd August

Moons,

Sorry the moon was shit. We’ll be back at school by the next one and it’ll be better. Also, I won’t tell you again, your scars aren’t ugly. They’re cool and rugged, and make you look distinguished and mysterious. I will hear no arguments on this subject, thank you. I also meant to ask how many books you’ve read this summer. I think you’ll be incredibly proud that I have read seven whole books in the last month. One of them was mostly pictures, but I think it still counts. I’m agonised that your only issue with my death is that you’ll have to cope with Prongs’ pining alone. Do I truly mean so little to you, Remus? I fear I shall never recover from this slight.

Yours,

Pads

PS: I made another batch of samosas and honestly, you’re going to swoon when you taste them. They’re so good. Effie seems to love bonding with me over a hot stove, and it’s very sweet. I love living here so much. I try not to think about what I’d be doing if I wasn’t here, but sometimes the comparison is helpful. Well, that got sappy. My next letter will only be discussing Quidditch and boobs to make up for it. Counting down the hours til Friday.

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23rd August

Pads,

Not long to go now. Can’t wait to see you later, and for samosas.

Seven books? Wow. That’s impressive! I’m a few ahead of that, but I’ve literally had nothing to do but read since July. Moony and Padfoot book club, when?

Can you believe it’s been over a month since I saw you? Maybe you’ve finally had that growth spurt you’ve been hoping for. My mum seems to think I’ve grown, but she always says that.

It wasn’t enough for me to tell you not to top yourself in general? Do you need me to tell you how much I’d miss you creeping into my bed at 3 am and hogging the blankets? Or how sad it would make me to not have to share every cup of tea I make? Weirdly, I would actually miss that, to be fair, so please be alive when I get there.

If I wanted to hear about Quidditch and boobs, I’d write to Prongs. Please spare me. I’ll probably be with you before it arrives, so there’s little point. I might send this right before I floo so you don’t get chance to reply. If so, hi, I’m already here!

Looking forward to swooning over you! your samosas!

Your

Moony

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A Need That Goes Unspoken - Chapter 1

READ THE PROLOGUE FIRST!

Word count: 5,071

For pairings, warnings, and disclaimer - see Masterpost

thank you again @writingcold x

You hear a knock at your bedroom door as you angrily shove the last of your toiletries into your suitcase. 

“Yeah?” You call.

“Can I come in?” Alex calls back.

“Yep!”

He opens the door, humming as he scans his eyes over the mess.

“You almost ready? We’re leaving in 15 minutes.”

You huff. “Yes, Alex. I’m almost ready. Do I really have to come?”

He chuckles and sits down on the end of your bed. “Yes, you really have to. This is the last chance we’re gonna get to hang out for a while. Who knows how long I’ll be gone. I’m gonna miss you.”

You sigh. “I know, I’m gonna miss you too. This summer would've been great if you hadn’t volunteered to be a fucking roadie for the Kiszkas and you could've just stayed here with me.”

“The band has a name, you know. And Danny’s not a Kiszka.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. You could just, like, not go.”

“This is such a cool opportunity for me, Y/N. You know I can’t say no.”

You sit down. “I know. Can’t we tell the Kiszkas not to come? So you and I can just hang out? I wouldn’t even mind if Danny came along too.”

He laughs. “It’s their cabin.”

You groan. “I know! But without Ronnie coming it’ll just be me and five stinky boys for ten days. I don’t know if I can handle that.”

Alex hums. “Well, considering that we’re all adults now, I don’t think we’ll be that stinky. Besides, I think it’s only one of those five stinky boys that you actually have a problem with.”

“Yes, and he’s insufferable. It’s going to be a fucking nightmare.”

“It’ll be fine. It’s not like you’re sharing a room. Plus, Eloise and Phoebe are coming up tomorrow. So you’ll have a nice-smelling buffer.”

Jake and Danny’s girlfriends. That does kind of make you feel better. Phoebe is a year younger than you and Danny, so her parents must really trust her to be letting her stay at a cabin with her 18-year-old boyfriend for nine days. Eloise is a year older than you, but the three of you have gotten along well when you’ve hung out. You’re kind of looking forward to getting to know them better.

“What about you? Not bringing Shaun?” You quip.

Alex chuckles. “No, that’s just casual. He’s not the most intellectual company.”

You smirk. Since he’s been home for the summer, Alex has been hooking up with Shaun, the meathead football player in the year above you, who’d shocked everyone by coming out during his senior year. To his credit, he did a lot for breaking the stereotypes for gay kids at your school. Unluckily for Alex, he’d already graduated and didn’t come out as bi until he was in his first year of music school. The same music school that he’s just deferred from to go on the road with Greta Van Fleet. You scowl to yourself.

“Penny for your thoughts, sis?”

“I can’t believe you’re dropping out.”

“I’m not dropping out.” He frowns. “I’ll just start my third year when I get back. There’s no rush.”

You roll your eyes. “You say that as if you’ll come back. Look at Jake and Josh. You’ll get addicted to the lifestyle, and I’m never gonna see you again.” You whine.

He shrugs. “College is already over an hour away, it’s not like we see each other much anyway. If I stay on tour, I guess you’ll just have to come with me. Maybe you’ll meet a nice boy on the road.”

You roll your eyes. “If it didn’t mean I’d have to interact with Sam, I would in a heartbeat.”

“Alright,” he chuckles. “Get your shit together, and let’s get the fuck outta here.”

You wheel your suitcase down the drive, and Alex takes it from you and stacks it in the back of his truck, tetris-ing it in with the bags of groceries, the spare cooler full of alcohol (provided by Jake and his ID), the beach chairs, and his own bags. You settle in the front seat, plugging in your phone. If Alex was dragging you along, you were choosing the music.

It was only a two-hour drive, pretty much directly north through Saginaw, to the Kiszka family cabin. It was a place you’d spent many summers in your childhood, but it didn't quite hold the same excitement it used to. You’ve opted out of going the last three years, instead choosing to spend the time off school with your friends. This summer, however, Alice and Kyle are off on their big Europe adventure. Chloe and her boyfriend are headed to Miami to sunbake for 3 weeks, and Bella is spending her whole summer working at the hair salon. She’s enrolled in beauty school in Detroit starting in September, and is saving for her own apartment.

When Alex had asked you to come with him and the boys to Oscoda, you’d flat-out refused, telling him you’d rather spend the summer in Frankenmuth than spend any more time with Sam than absolutely necessary. With some sweet talking from him, Danny, and Josh, though, and some bribery from Jake in the form of a case of white wine, you’d eventually caved. You’d miss your brother and your friends when they went back on the road. Hell, you already did miss them.

Danny and the Kiszkas had been playing shows on weekends and touring during semester breaks since about halfway through your Senior year. You knew from his blatant absences that Sam had missed his fair share of school. Danny too. They even missed prom. Not like you really cared, although you wouldn’t have minded a dance with Danny before you graduated and potentially never saw each other again. Well, that was probably an exaggeration. But if not seeing Danny meant not having to see Sam, you might just take it.

You know the band is good. You’d seen them play some shows here and there, and most nights you can hear them practicing in their garage through your bedroom window. You’re truly happy for their success. You’re just resentful of the fact that Sam has tainted the experience for you.

The tour is scheduled to resume in the first week of July, which is roughly 2 weeks away. You know you’re going to miss Alex a lot, but despite your ribbing, you really are excited for him. And he was right, it wasn’t like you could see him all the time when he was living in Ann Arbor, anyway. If you had to guess, you were just kind of pissed that he’d be spending all that time with Sam. You knew that was unreasonable. Sam and Alex didn’t have any beef. Part of you just wanted Alex to hate Sam because you did. You’d never ask that of him, though.

Alex must know how salty you are about how coming on this trip, because he really does let you choose the music for the entire drive. You’re not convoying or anything, the others left early this morning. Alex had let you sleep in and waited until late morning to drive up, knowing you’d put up even more of a fight if he’d made you set an alarm. You stop in Standish to get some food and swap out drivers. You’d bargained with Alex that you’d drive the second half if he bought you McDonald’s for lunch, and he’d agreed.

When you finally make it up to the cabin, you can’t help but grin at how pretty it is, and how nice it feels to be back. It’s tucked away on a back street just outside of the township. The road is relatively flat, with forest on both sides, and a small lake at the back of the lot. It’s about two and a half miles from the main beach and the nearest supermarket. It’s walkable, but you wouldn’t want to in this heat.

The boys must’ve heard the roar of Alex’s truck, ‘cause Josh and Danny appear on the porch as Alex gets out.

“Don’t just stand there, assholes! Come and help me!” He calls to them as he opens the truck bed.

You see Josh smirk and Danny chuckle as they head down the steps and tread the gravel driveway toward you. As you go to step out of the truck, Danny extends a hand to you to help you down.

“Glad you made it!” He grins widely.

You’ll never understand why Danny is still so kind to you, in spite of Sam. It makes the whole thing even more frustrating. If Danny can act like a grown-up, why can’t Sam? Ever since Chloe’s party in ninth grade, he’s been a total dick to you.

It started out as just ignoring you, which was bad enough, considering you’d been such close friends only days before the party. But then it morphed into something uglier. Seething looks, snide remarks, and eventually flat-out insults. It hurt, but you gave it right back to him. For the life of you, you couldn’t understand what you’d done to deserve it. Overnight, Sam just changed into a totally different person. He became cruel.

Only to you, though, which pissed you off even more. He acted totally normal around Alex, Danny, and his brothers, if only a little more crabby than he used to be. You imagined that was only when you were around to witness it, though. He was probably his normal, bubbly self, when he wasn’t looking out for you over his shoulder every five seconds.

You give Danny a big hug and head to grab your bags. You all follow Josh into the house, where he points at the bedrooms, indicating who’s sleeping where.

“Danny and Phoebe are in the guest room, and Jake and Ellie are in Mom and Dad’s room. Y/N, you’re in the sunroom. Alex, you’re in with me and Sammy. We’ve got the bunk room.” He giggles.

The infamous bunk room. It’s exactly what it sounds like. A large room, probably once a den, now with all three walls lined with bunk beds. It sleeps 6, and it’s where all the kids used to sleep when you came here in your childhood. When you were really little, you were always afraid of falling out of the top bunk, so Sam would bravely offer to take the top of your set so you could sleep on the bottom. Once the lights were off and he was no longer concerned about impressing his older brothers, he’d get scared, too. He’d crawl down the ladder in the middle of the night, and your parents would find you cuddled together in the bottom bunk in the morning. You smile at the memory, before remembering yourself and scowling. What an asshole. He’d never be so chivalrous now.

You’re excited to sleep in the sunroom, though. It’s a sort of makeshift bedroom, and it was where you and Ronnie had graduated to when you’d decided you no longer wanted to share with the boys. It’s a small room off the main living area, private enough, with a double pull-out couch against the far wall. The best part, though, is the floor-to-ceiling windows on the west wall, where the sun hits perfectly in the late afternoon. You’d used to spend hours sitting in there as a teenager, reading your books and enjoying the golden sunlight.

“Where are the others?” Alex asks Danny and Josh.

“They went to the store to get stuff for dinner. Barbecue tonight.” Danny grins.

Alex fist pumps. “Hell yeah!”

You smile and shake your head, wheeling your bag over to your bedroom.

You settle in, leaving your suitcase open and resting it on top of the chest in the corner of the room. Josh has kindly already unfolded the couch for you and made up the bed. They’re really working hard to get on your good side, and you snicker to yourself. As they should be.

You set your phone charger, water bottle, and book on the small coffee table acting as a nightstand, and take your toiletries to the bathroom, which is over the other side of the house, next to the bunk room. Your only qualm about sleeping downstairs is the shared bathroom. There’s another on the second floor, between the two main bedrooms, which the couples would be using.

You find an open spot on the shelf and unfold your toiletry bag, hanging up the clean, pink towel you’d taken from the linen cupboard on your way through. When you glance around, you see the boys things already scattered around. They’d managed to make a mess of the small bathroom within a matter of hours. You sigh.

When you’re unpacked to your liking, you wander out into the kitchen, to find Josh making cocktails, Danny and Alex perched on the barstools at the kitchen bench.

“Your wine’s in the fridge, lovely, but it won’t be cold yet. You want a salty dog?” He gestures to the open bottles of tequila and grapefruit juice in front of him.

“I think it’s technically a Paloma, if you’re not using gin.” Danny corrects.

Josh shakes his head. “No, a Paloma has to have seltzer in it. This is a tequila salty dog. And it’s a greyhound if you use vodka, which is disgusting.”

Danny chuckles. “Sorry, sir. I’ll check my facts next time.”

You smile at their banter and nod. “Sure. Thanks, Josh.”

Alex hums. “Don’t go too hard, too early, sis.”

You scoff. “What authority do you have? You’re still underage, too.”

“Sure, but I’m still your big brother. Just take it easy.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, Dad.”

When Josh is done, you all take your drinks and head out to the back garden, seating yourselves around the rickety outdoor dining set. Danny produces a pack of playing cards from his pocket, and you all begin a game of old maid.

You’re down to just two cards left, and just as Alex presents you his hand, you hear the squeak of the sliding back door opening. You all look up to see Jake, sunglasses perched on top of his bucket hat, an open bottle of Jack in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other, closing the door behind him.

“Gang’s all here!” He announces.

“Hey, Jake!” You and Alex call up to him.

“Did you get the olives?” Josh asks his twin, in lieu of a greeting.

Jake grumbles, making his way down the steps. “No, I’ve vetoed the olives. No one likes them except you.”

You grin at Josh. “I like olives.”

“Jake.” Josh groans. “Y/N likes them too. Now you’ve ruined my charcuterie board.”

Jake huffs and heads over to the barbecue to dump the bag, before joining you all at the table. “Whatever. We can get them tomorrow.”

Josh gives you a wink, and lets it lie.

You hear the squeak of the door again, and this time you’re reluctant to look up. You do, anyway. You want to see his smug face drop when he sees you. If there’s anything that’ll make this trip a bit more bearable, it’s knowing that your presence will piss him off just as much as his does you.

Sam emerges from the house carrying two beers, wearing a pair of the shortest red shorts you’ve ever seen on a man, Birkenstocks, and a soft denim shirt. It’s unbuttoned to his navel, showing off a collection of necklaces dangling low on his chest. His hair is so long now, spilling in thick waves over his shoulders. His baby face is still exactly how you remember it, sans the braces, but as his eyes land on you, you see a sour look cross his features. You scowl, refusing to break eye contact. What a stupid fucking outfit. Only Sam Kiszka would choose to dress like a pretentious ‘60s rockstar for a family holiday. Asshole.

“Hey, Sam!” Alex calls out.

Sam immediately schools his expression to look at your brother, greeting him with a smile. “What’s up, Alex? Glad you could make it.”

He doesn’t address you with anything by way of a greeting, and you don’t, either.

He descends the stairs and crosses the garden to take the open seat next to Danny, handing a beer across the table to Jake.

“What are we playing?” Jake asks the group, as he cracks his bottle open.

“Old maid.” You reply, looking only at Jake. “Should we start a new round so you can join?”

Sam scoffs. “Old maid is boring, there’s no strategy. Let’s play rummy.”

“Rummy isn’t a strategy game, either. It’s all just luck of the draw.” You retort.

“Not the way I play it. Feel free to sit out, if you want. I’d prefer it, actually.” He drawls.

You roll your eyes as the rest of the group hums and nods in agreement at the suggestion of the new game, handing Sam their cards to reshuffle the deck. Sam reaches over and snatches your hand away with a smug grin. Alex pats your knee under the table. This was going to be a very unpleasant trip.

After a few rounds of rummy, which satisfied you in the knowledge that Sam had not won any, you all head inside to begin preparations for dinner. The sun is low in the sky, shining just barely through the trees at the back of the house. Peak reading hours, if you could sneak away for a while once you’d made the salad.

You’re stationed at the kitchen bench with Josh and Alex, the other boys outside firing up the grill.

“Tomorrow’s board will be much better, once we get the olives. I won’t be letting those imbeciles go on another shopping trip unsupervised.” Josh hums, as he arranges various cheeses on a large platter.

You giggle. “I’ll come with you. You and I would have a grand old time at the store together.”

“You’d break the budget in one day.” Alex chides.

“But wouldn’t we be living in luxury for that one day, Alex?” Josh replies dreamily. “Think of all the delicious things we could have. Like some good preserves to pair with this cheese.” He gestures to a hunk of blue cheese on the plate.

You nod and hum in agreement as you slice up the cucumber. “I’d kill for some pickles. Like those really big, spicy ones in the fancy jar.”

Alex and Josh both laugh. “Sorry, my love. Can’t agree with you on that one.” Josh chuckles.

Sam and Danny appear at the back door. Sam slides open the screen and silently heads to the refrigerator.

“What’s cookin’ in here, good lookin’…s?” Danny hums, pinching a piece of cucumber from your cutting board and popping it in his mouth.

“Just making a mental list for mine and Y/N’s dream grocery trip.” Josh’s face lights up with realization. “Sam loves pickles too! Don’t you, Sammy?”

“Sure,” Sam says, with very little enthusiasm. 

“There you go. I can justify them now, Y/N. You have my support.”

You stay silent, not wanting to engage in any further conversation with or about Sam.

You continue chopping the vegetables, letting the conversation flow around you. Alex follows Sam back outside with the tray of burgers, but Danny hangs back.

“Can I give you a hand, Y/N?” He nudges your shoulder with his own.

You hum. “I was gonna put out some fruit as well, do you wanna grab the grapes out of the fridge and start washing?”

He nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

The three of you work in silence for a few minutes, before Josh can’t stand it anymore.

“Time for some music.” He declares, and disappears upstairs to retrieve Jake’s bluetooth speaker.

When it’s just the two of you, Danny clears his throat, and you look up from the lettuce you’ve been tossing to see him looking at you.

“What?”

“No improvement, I gather?”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.” You mutter, going back to your work. You and Danny have never openly talked about your relationship with Sam, to be fair. You’ve skated around it for years. It just goes unspoken that the two of you do not, and will not, ever get along.

“Have you thought about just trying to have a conversation with him?”

You stare at him pointedly. “About what, Danny? The weather?”

He chuckles. “I don’t know. Just something to break the ice.”

“Our relationship has spent the last three years on ice. I don’t think anything will break it now.”

“Yeah, I know. But it doesn’t have to be this way, you know. You’re both choosing this. You could choose not to. One of you just needs to make the first move.”

“Have you tried telling him that?”

Danny sighs. “Yeah. But he’s stubborn. I was hoping some forced proximity might help you two work things out.”

You huff. “What is it we need to work out, exactly? You seem awfully informed. Would you like to share with the class what the fuck I ever did to make Sam hate me so much?”

Danny gives you a sad smile. “I’m hoping he’ll tell you himself.”

You feel your stomach bubble with guilt at that. So there is something to know. Something you perhaps should feel bad about, although you have no idea what.

Your conversation with Danny continues to haunt you throughout dinner, and you barely say a word to anyone. Josh gives you a few questioning looks, but you just return them with a smile. You feel even worse than you did before. You’re on a holiday that you didn’t even want to come on to begin with, now weighed down with the knowledge that you might actually be the intruder. Had you said something to make Sam dislike you? You’d turned over all the possibilities in your head throughout the years, and ultimately come to the conclusion that he was the one in the wrong, not you.

Now, however, Danny had you questioning that. Had you said something hurtful to Sam, or about him, behind his back? You couldn’t remember it, and it seemed out of character for you, but you were wracking your brain for some kind of reasonable explanation.

Your worst fear comes to the forefront of your mind.

That night of Chloe’s 15th birthday, you’d ended up on the back porch, alone, sheltering from the rain, trying to wrap your mind around your kiss with Elliot. You’d heard the back door open, and turned to see Jake, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Oh, sorry, Y/N.” He’d said to you. “Was just trying to find a spot to smoke that I wouldn’t get rained on.”

You’d smiled at him. “No problem. I was about to go back inside anyway.”

He’d nodded, pulling a lighter from his shirt pocket. “Don’t go in on my account. How’ve you been, anyway? Haven’t seen you ‘round our place much.”

“Yeah, school’s gotten busy and stuff. I usually don’t see Sam except for Sunday dinners and Thursday mornings.”

“Thursday mornings?” He’d asked you, through a puff of smoke.

“Yeah, we walk to orchestra together.”

He’d hummed. “Oh, yep. Of course.”

You were quiet for a minute, watching him smoke.

“So, what’s going on with you and Elliot, then? He looked pretty happy when you landed that bottle on him.” He smirked.

You sighed. “Dunno, to be honest. I thought I wanted to kiss him, he’s cute and stuff, you know. But when it happened, it was just kinda… dunno. Not what I expected.”

Jake smiled. “No spark?”

You’d nodded. “I hadn’t had, like, a proper kiss, before. So I think maybe I just don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Experience is overrated. When it’s the right person, it’s good no matter what. Even if you’re both terrible kissers.” He chuckled.

“How do you know it’s the right person? Like, before you’ve kissed them? How do you know who to choose?”

Jake had hummed, moving to lean against the railing. He was shoulder to shoulder with you, looking out over the dark backyard.

“It’ll be someone you find yourself wanting to be around, all the time. Like, not just to kiss them. You’ll wanna spend time with them, just hanging out, sharing your interests, y’know. You’ll think about them 24/7, and you’ll hope they’re thinking about you, too.”

You’d hummed, turning to look at him. “Do you feel that way about someone?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, actually. Just trying to get up the guts to ask her out.”

“That’s great, Jake. Who is it? Am I allowed to know?” You’d nudged his shoulder with your own. You appreciated that the twins always treated you like an equal. At almost 18, Jake never talked to you like you were a 15-year-old. He was the same way with Sammy. It made you feel like a grown-up.

He’d blushed. “Eloise Fischer. She’s a sophomore. I think she’s in the same class as Elliot, actually.”

“Oh, yeah! I know her. She’s super pretty.”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You should just ask her, Jake. No one could ever say no to you. Plus, she’s here tonight. I think I saw her talking with Chloe earlier.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

You stood in silence for a few minutes, and you’d rested your head on Jake’s shoulder. He really was like another big brother. Between him, Ronnie, Josh, and Alex, you felt lucky that you always had someone to turn to for advice.

Jake had butted his cigarette out on the railing, tossing it into the backyard.

“Do you feel that way about anyone, Y/N?” He’d asked you, as he turned to lean his back against the railing.

You flushed red. “I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Elliot?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“Don’t tell me it’s Josh. You know he doesn’t swing that way.”

You’d giggled and shaken your head again. He looked at you for a moment. 

“Sam?”

You gave a small nod, and he’d grinned and wrapped his arm around you. “I think you guys would be good together. When he figures out what to do with a girl, I’m sure it’s you he’ll be after.”

“Thanks, Jake.” You’d smiled, but you didn’t really believe him. If he was anything like his brothers, Sam would be too cool for you.

You’d never admitted it to anyone else, and you’d gone home that night wishing you hadn’t told Jake, worried that he might let something slip to Sam. As the weeks went on and you and Sam hadn’t fixed things between you, you’d worry over it every so often, only to remind yourself that Jake would never do that to you. You trusted him, and you truly believed he’d never betray that trust. It only made you feel worse when Sam was so cold to you, now that you’d admitted your feelings for him to yourself.

As you get ready for bed in the sunroom, that fear comes rushing back to you. What if Jake had told him? They were brothers, after all. What if he’d told him that very night, and Sam had been upset about it? What if it had grossed him out, and he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore?

You pad out into the kitchen in your pajamas to get a glass of water. The boys are still outside, drinking and trying to get a bonfire going, but you’d retired early. You were tired from driving, you’d told Alex. You’d stay up tomorrow night.

Truthfully, you just needed to get away from Sam and his unpleasantness. You’d tried to kill him with kindness during dinner, heeding Danny’s advice. Your overt politeness hadn’t gotten you anywhere, though, and he’d still given you a salty look when you sat down, and loudly questioned your decision to bring our fruit during dinner as if it was a horrendous, alien concept. You’d gone red and resumed your silence immediately.

You’d thanked him as he cleared your plate, and he looked at you as if you’d grown a second head. He sneered at you when you stood behind him at the fridge, offering to take some of the drinks from him to free up his hands, and snapped at you that he was more than capable of carrying a couple of beers. You’d tried. He was a lost cause.

You take your water to the bathroom to brush your teeth. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you sigh. You tie up the drawstring of your sleep shorts and pull at the hem of your old t-shirt, smoothing it over your stomach. If Sam had known you had a crush on him, you honestly wouldn’t blame him for being disgusted by the idea. You’ve never thought you were ugly, but you certainly are plain. Never able to compare to girls like Chloe or Bella. Girls that radiate confidence and ooze sex appeal. Even girls like Alice and Eloise, who are soft and pretty, never need makeup, and would look good wearing a paper bag.

You run a brush through your hair, pulling it back into a bun, and hunt in your toiletry bag for your toothbrush. You turn abruptly when you hear the door open, and are just as surprised to see Sam standing there as he seems to be to see you.

“Oh, sorry. Thought you were asleep.” He mutters, shutting the door quickly and walking away.

If you didn’t know better, you could’ve sworn he’d blushed. Probably uncomfortable about seeing you in your pajamas. He hadn’t had that privilege since your last sleepover, when he was 14 and you were 15, and you certainly hadn’t come into your curves or breasts yet.

You’re a little shocked that he apologised instead of finding a reason to be shitty at you for being in the bathroom, but you chalk it up to the alcohol. Maybe if he stays drunk for the next ten days, you might both have a better time.

You brush your teeth and take your water back to your bedroom, shutting yourself in for the night. As you lay down in bed and plug in your phone, you see a new text from Josh.

11.23pm Josh Kiszka: don’t write him off yet x

Chapter 2

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