#I apologize for the rambling if this wasn't the answer you were looking for

[archermind]

Beg

Spencer Reid x F!Reader (18+)

Description: Spencer has been working away on a case for 2 weeks. By the time you both see eachother again, you are so lustful for one another. You can’t help but touch yourself over the phone to him - you are willing to take the punishment for not waiting until he is home. 

Word count: approx. 1500

Content: bl0wjob, f!oralrecieving, PinV, Unprotected, Dirty talk, Hair Grabbing, cvm swallowing, name calling, rough sex, dom!spencer

authors note: apologies if this is too graphic.. looking back i can’t believe i wrote this lol! oh well… this one is truly for the horned up ones ig hehe 🤭

Need grows over time… but lord, you were desperate for spencer. You were desperate for his touch, lips and cock. This had been your longest time away from him since you both met. With Spencer being away working a heavy case - you hadn’t had his attention or sex in a while. Longer than you are used to. Your hormones have been raging lately putting your sex drive at an all time high. However, knowing Spencer was on his way home to you now… you were practically panting at the thought of him. 

Your phone rang out. You leaped onto the bed, grabbing the phone and answering the call. You smiled as you heard Spencer mumble hello. You had missed him dearly after he hadn’t called you very much. You loved his voice… especially when it was full of moans. 

“Hey, Spence” you sighed.

“Bad news, I'm stuck in traffic, baby.”

You fell back onto the bed, letting out a groan. Why was life so cruel to do this to you? Just as the man you want most is on his way to you, yet again something prevents it. Spencer began rambling about how much he misses you and how you shouldn’t worry because it won't be too long… hopefully

“Hopefully it isn't Spence” you smirked, “i will just have to start without you”

Your hand trailed down to the waistband of your pants. You began to tease yourself, just like Spencer would. You let out a pleasurable sigh at the feeling of your clit being rubbed… slowly. You heard Spencer huff into the phone.

“Oh i hope you aren't doing what i think you are doing Y/N” he grumbled lowly. 

You moaned quietly, “what do you think i’m doing Spencer”

“I think you are being a little brat” he paused briefly, listening to the way your breath hitched as he called you a ‘brat’ 

“How come Spencer baby?” you teased, biting your bottom lip as your circular motions picked up speed a little more. 

“Because you are touching yourself when i am not there” he growled

“And what are you going to do about it?” you pause, playing your cards right before making your final move, “Dr Reid…”

Abruptly the phone call ended. You giggled knowing you pushed him to the edge. You leaned your head back from the pleasure you received in your dirty actions. As you did so, the door to your shared bedroom swung open. Your eyes widened as you were caught in the act from spencer. 

“That wasn't so smart was it now Y/N?” he slowly approached you, like you were prey and he was a predator. He was calculated and dangerous. He wanted to punish you and you knew it. 

You shook your head, sitting up. As you did he took his hand under your chin gently, forcing you to look up at him. He leant down to kiss the side of your temple. It was gentle and kind. Before pulling away, Spencer hovered near your ear. 

“Stand up and get on your fucking knees infront of me” he whispered, you did as he ordered. 

As you stood up, you watched him take his trousers off in front of you. You got to your knees and saw his hard leaking cock, precum gathering at the tip. You felt wetness pool at your core, soaking your panties. Spencer ran his hand into your hair before grabbing a fistful and forcing you to look at him. 

“Look what your dirty phone call did to me Y/N,” Spencer looked down at you as you smirked at the effect you had on him, “suck it” he called out to you.

Your hand gripped his long cock, looking up to gaze at him. You opened your mouth, licking Spencer from the base of his cock to his tip. You watched him suck in a harsh breath as you swirl your tongue around his tip to clean up the salty precum. You smirked at him before spitting onto his cock. As soon as you did so, Spencer gripped your hair and forced his dick into your throat with one thrust. You gripped the base of his cock, trying to steady his eagerness. You began bobbing your head as your other hand fondled his balls, causing him to whimper at your touch. You sucked on his tip, knowing it drove him wild as you moved your hand up and down working the base of his cock. Spencer moaned and panted as he grew closer to his climax. Spencer began fucking your throat, causing you to moan with your lips around his cock. It sent Spencer over the edge causing a stream of warm cum to shoot down your throat. 

“F-fuck Y/N” he stuttered.

You moved away from his cock, standing up and sitting yourself onto the bed. Spencer removed his shirt and walked towards you. Pushing you back, he crawled above you. Spencer kissed your swollen lips before moving to leave a trail of wet kisses along your jawline and neck. Quickly, he removed your pants and shirt. Spencer smirked as he was met with your bare breasts, realizing you had worn no bra. 

Spencer began brushing soft kisses against them, you giggled as his nose tickled your abdomen. His mouth stopped just above your black lacy waistline. The corners of Spencer's mouth upturned as he watched you buck your hips and wriggle with want and need. 

“Look who is needy now,” he said softly. 

“Please- Spence” you whined. 

You moaned, watching him tear off your underwear with his pearly whites. Your hands tangled in his hair as he nipped at the skin of your thigh with his soft bite. You writhed and wriggled beneath him, feeling his hot breath hover above your core. Slowly, he began to kitten lick your clit. You cried out with pleasure as he pushed his tongue into you - using his wet long tongue to fuck you sensless. Spencer’s long fingers stimulate your clit, while yours tangled into his brown mop of curls while you grinded against his hot mouth. 

Abruptly, Spencer pulled away. You yearned for his touch again as you squirmed under him. Spencer gripped your thighs as he flipped you on your stomach. You arched your spine, pushing your naked ass further out to him - your body begging for his cock to be buried within you. You felt hands grip your hips and push you away from his dick. 

Spencer tutted, “if you are that desperate, then beg.” 

You trembled with need and desperation. 

“Beg Y/N” he called out

“Fuck please Spence” you panted gripping the sheets below you in anger of your desperate need

“What do you want Y/N?” he questioned, making you beg more. 

“Please Spencer, i want you to fuck me hard with your cock. I need you” you hurriedly begged, the want becoming too much for you. 

“Such a good pretty slut you are, Y/N” Spencer taunted.

You felt him line his length with your cunt. Spencer grasped your hips, pulling you back onto his cock roughly. He pounded you again. again. And again. Harsh breaths with lingering moans fell from both of your lips recklessly. You gripped the sheets, crying with pleasure from each deep thrust. Spencer peppered kisses onto your shoulder as he leaned over you, allowing his cock to enter you deeper and hit more sensitive angles. 

“You feel so good Y/N” he breathed into your ear

You tried to form a sentence back to him but he had you cockdrunk and senseless with each thrust. Your words were mumbles and stutters, a ball of pleasure beginning to knot in your stomach. You turned your head, allowing for Spencer to kiss you deeply as your tongues greeted each other. It was hungry and rough. Your lips were both messy and flushed.

You felt yourself grow closer and closer to your climax. Your walls clenched around Spencer's cock. You bit your lip, trying to suppress any more loud cries or whimpers at the mercy of your neighbors.

“Spencer i'm going to c-c-” your breathing hitched with every word, the words left aimlessly on your tongue

You couldn’t even finish your words until you came quickly onto Spencer. You heard him grunt behind you, letting out a stream of profanities as he too came with you. Spencer allowed himself to fill you up before he helped you off of his dick and laid your tired body onto the bed.

Your skin was flushed from the events and his was too. You both lay there trying to regain sense. You looked at Spencer, watching as his chest heaved up and down. You shifted your body closer to him, settling against his warm sticky skin from sweat. He brushed your sex hair out of your face and pressed a light kiss atop of your head.

“I love you Spencer” you whispered

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[jlheon]

୨ৎ — first date (yjw)

pairing. class prez! yang jungwon x fem! reader synopsis. awkward first date w/ won genre. f2l fluff wc. 1733 notes. ft. minji & riki library.

"i don't know what to wear!" you told minji through your phone. twenty minutes left before jungwon would be there to pick you up and your once clean bedroom looked like the aftermath of a tornado.

last week jungwon confessed to you. well, riki accidentally confessed to you for him.

you had seen riki's messages to jungwon as you played a game on his phone during lunch. all the messages sent consisted of riki teasing him about his crush.

stomach dropping as you thought that your crush could be crushing on that wasn't you. you also felt bad for invading his privacy when you tried to turn the phone off. however, curiosity got the best of you, nearly throwing the phone across the room, until riki said your name.

a sense of relief hit you, letting out a breath you weren't even aware you were holding.

when jungwon returned to the classroom with some drinks from the vending machine you slowly gave his phone back. after he started frantically apologizing you reassured him that you shouldn't have kept reading the texts but glad you did since now you knew the feelings were reciprocated.

you were thankful that you and jungwon always ate alone in the student council room since he had all day access to it being class president. he was also glad that the confession happened privately.

jungwon asked you out on a date and now it was d-day.

unfortunately for you, he hadn't told you where you were going. not even a single hint. so there was no way to know what was appropriate to wear.

"he said comfortable! i'm sure shorts and a t-shirt will be fine!" minji advised, currently doing something on her computer, and barely paying attention to you.

"what if he means comfortable like watching a movie comfortable? what if i’m overdressed or even worse underdressed? what if i get cold-" you rambled, holding up different shirts in the mirror up to your front.

"how about you keep those shorts, the blue crewneck, and wear a cute tank top underneath in case you get hot." minji suggested, eating some chips.

"you're a genius!"

quickly grabbing the items she instructed you to get and throwing them on. afterwards, picking up the mountains of clothes on your floor, folding them, and shoving them back in your drawers.

by the time your room was cleared jungwon's contact appeared on your screen. ending the call with minji after she wished you good luck you rushed downstairs.

jungwon was already standing at your doorstep as you saw from the window. he rang the doorbell and you were quick to open it before your little sister could.

"hey ____," jungwon stood on the porch, coincidentally wearing a blue sweater in a similar shade to yours.

"hi!" your younger sister greeted him before you. "she opened the door before i could!" she whined, crossing her arms.

"i told you don't answer the door to strangers," you patted her head.

"why did you answer the door then? he's not a stranger if you-"

you smiled at jungwon, letting him into the house while ushering your sister to the other room.

"let me just tie my shoes-" you went to sit, reaching down to your feet. 

jungwon didn't say anything before kneeling in front of you and tying the laces of your sneakers up for you. you found yourself flustered, cheeks feeling warm from his gesture.

"oh thanks," you said once he stood back up, reaching a hand out to bring you up off the couch.

"let's go?" he asked, staring down at you.

"yeah," you replied shakily.

it was weird being nervous around jungwon, you had hung out with him alone plenty of times when you didn't know if he liked you back. nonetheless, you let him intertwine your hands and lead you to his car. he opened the passenger door for you, waiting for you to get in before shutting it and looping around to get into the driver's seat.

"so where are we going?" you asked, buckling your seatbelt.

"it's a surprise ____," he laughed, starting up the car and driving off.

the car ride was around fifteen minutes. you looked out the window listening to the music jungwon had been playing until you recognized where you were.

the beach.

"why did you let me wear sneakers?" you frowned, looking down at your shoes and thinking about getting sand in your shoes.

"i'm wearing sneakers too," jungwon started, turning into the parking lot. "i brought us slides don't worry."

jungwon parked the car close to where the stand started and exited the car. circling around the front to open your door for you. after helping you out he opened the back of his car to get the said slides and some sand toys.

while he was busy doing that you took off your shoes and left them on the floor of the passenger’s seat. jungwon dropped a pair of his slides that were slightly too big for you in front of you and then you both started walking through the sand.

you followed jungwon as he picked a spot for you guys to sit. he set down a towel big enough for the both of you and patted the spot next to him for you to sit.

"can we make a sand castle?"

"that's why i stole riki's sand toys," jungwon laughed, his dimple becoming more prominent. "don't tell him i told you these were his."

"i wouldn't!" you giggled, poking his dimple.

picking up the medium-sized bucket and shovel you remember that you needed wet sand.

jungwon was a step ahead of you already. he knew how much you hated the feeling of sand sticking to your feet after touching the water so he wordlessly picked up one of the other buckets and strides towards the shore.

"here," he set the water-filled bucket next to you. his sleeves were rolled up and his hands were dripping with ocean water, his veins showing.

you thanked him and got to work, mixing the water into the dry sand in front of you. then packing it into the castle-shaped mold as jungwon watched from beside you.

"you should make your own," you looked over to your date. "i doubt it will be better than mine though!"

"you're on!" jungwon nudged you with his shoulder and started working on his own.

by the time you had both finished you had added some seashells on top of yours while jungwon eventually gave up and started writing random things in the sand.

you excitedly showed him your final work and he swore he could kiss you right then and there.

jungwon snapped a couple of candid photos of you while you were caught up making your sand castle. saving them so he could change his wallpaper to you when he got home.

you asked him if he wanted to look for shells and he accepted.

"won look at this shell!" you held up a small shiny orange shell for him to see. "you can have it." you placed it in his hand.

he took the shell, sliding it into his pocket, then held your hand in his as you continued walking down the beach.

you continued to pick up shells and talk jungwon's ear off. he simply just let you drag him along and keep the shells you liked in his pocket for you.

eventually, you had enough of walking up and down the shore, probably picking up all the shells you stumbled upon you stopped walking, which made jungwon nearly bump into you.

"ew i don't want to go back in the sand," you whined, staring down at how your feet were drenched in the ocean water. the coolness of the water felt nice two minutes ago but now you had to make it back to the blanket feeling the texture of wet sand all over your feet.

"come here," jungwon instructed, removing his hands from his pockets.

"what?" confused, you turned around to face him.

then he suddenly picked you up and started running back to your spot.

"hey put me down!" you lightly hit his chest.

"we both know you would be complaining if you had to step in the sand with wet feet," jungwon set you down on the towel, picking up the toys from earlier and putting them all together before laying down next to you. a somewhat comfortable silence took over you both of you.

"hi," you said as you laid back facing him.

"hi," he stared back at you, his eyes still glued on the sky.

"why are we so awkward," you laughed, thinking about how today lacked all of the normal conversations you had before confessing to each other.

"i don't know about you but i'm nervous," jungwon confessed, turning over to face you.

"i'm only nervous because you've barely said a word to me this whole time," you sighed, staring up at him.

"you look pretty today."

"you're changing the subject-"

"that's why i'm nervous," jungwon rested a hand on yours, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "we've been friends for so long, and now that we're on a date i'm blanking."

"let's just pretend this is a normal hangout," you suggested, returning to resting flat on your back.

"____, can i kiss you?"

"that's not what you would say at a regular hangout-" you felt your face warm up as you awkwardly scratched your neck.

"yeah because we're on a date," he sat up, waiting for you to mirror him, which you did. "i'm going to ask you again ____, can i kiss you?"

"um," you stared at him like a deer in headlights.

jungwon moved closer to cup one side of your face, noses brushing against each other. his minty breath hit your lips and filled your senses.

"so can i kiss you?" he asked one more time, barely above a whisper.

"yeah," you shakily replied, letting your eyes fall shut.

satisfied with your answer, he finally let his lips collide with yours. kissing you gently for a couple of seconds before pulling away to look at you. he let out a chuckle when your eyes were still tightly shut.

"you can open your eyes now," jungwon brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"i knew that!"

jungwon grinned and went back in for another kiss.

[xqllin]

winter warmth ¬ sakura haruka wc ~ 1.6k

why you decided it was a fun idea to play in the park when it's dark out while it's snowing, sakura cannot give an answer

you're both walking to the neighbourhood park, a skip in your step as you ramble on about this amazing cafe you visited the other day

he walks behind you, acting as the eyes on the back of your head in case anything happens, which even if it sounds unlikely, sakura isn't used to letting his guard down

as he's keeping an eye on you, his hand unconsciously reaches out to brush off the specks of white glittering in your hair, your face riddled with surprise because sakura doesn't usually initiate affection

you laugh lightly as sakura tries to come up with an excuse, his hand previously on your head now covering his flushed face, and you slow down a bit to match sakura's pace hoping to do the same

you lean closer to him, joking about how the snow blends in with one half of his hair and how you can't see where the snow is falling on, so you start ruffling his hair to shake off all the snow, sakura proceeds to swat at your hand like a cat who doesn't like to be pet

once you reach the park you squeal excitedly about how much the snow had piled up, whipping your head around to face sakura so you could suggest making some snow angels

though he isn't too keen on getting his clothes damp, he begrudgingly trudges to the open space of the park, claiming he's only doing this because he doesn't want to see you sulk and take away your smile

he spots you giggling on the ground, opening and closing your legs and swinging your arms in a same motion, making an 'angel' silhouette

you stand up carefully so as to not ruin your masterpiece while urging sakura to finish up his snow angel so you could snag a pic to post on your socials

however sakura wasn't as careful with his uprise, taking an unfortunate step right at the crotch of the angel so it ends up looking like it's third leg (sakura didn't get why you were laughing until he looked back from where he got up, but before he could retaliate you'd already snapped a pic and tagged him in your story)

out of the blue, you challenge him to go one round of the monkey bars in under 10 seconds, to which he rolls his eyes and scoffs, taking up the challenge because that's easy work for him

you start counting down as he grips onto the bars and swings to the next with ease, as he's halfway through you sneak up behind him and pinch his sides as a surprise

which earns you a swift kick in the chest and a shriek akin to a monkey, your butt landing on the soft snow, sakura quickly drops down and checks up on you, but you could only laugh at his panicked face, rubbing your chest to soothe the pain

"you... quit laughing..! did I hurt you?"

"that was a solid hit! but it's fine sakura, now i know how ticklish you are!"

"you just caught me off guard!"

and of course, it's not a snow day if there isn't a snowball fight

with sakura's back facing you, you take a large chunk of snow off the ground, patting it into the shape of a ball and aimed it right at him, snickering at his bewildered expression

he doesn't let you get away that easily so he flings a snowball back at you without controlling the power he put behind the shot, hitting you directly on the head

his initial concern fades away when you start laughing again and return the gesture with another snowball flying in his direction and a determined look for revenge on your face

things get a little heated when instead of propelling snow projectiles, you just start throwing snow at each other like it's water in hopes of landing a hit quicker than the other

you're running at sakura with as much snow your hand could possibly fit, with the intent of getting him back for giving you a full facial treatment of condensed water, but you unexpectedly slipped on a frozen puddle, losing your footing and full on crashing into sakura - who cushions your fall with his own body

he hears you mumble an apology as you prop yourself on your hands to support yourself and he expects you to get up, but you don't move, caging him in and he fears he may be claustrophobic under your intense gaze

it hurts to breathe, lungs constricting painfully from the cold air, and you both catch your breath on nature's bed of white

then he hears you utter, "how many times have you fell for me today haruka?", with a teasing look

you giggle at his blank expression, dual-colored eyes blinking up at you, you wipe some of the stray snow bits off his forehead with a gentle swipe

the sight before you is as beautiful as a painting, his hair splayed across the white canvas, chest rising up and down from all the exercise you both worked out, the tinge of pink dusting his face, either from the cold or his magical ability to heat up at any romantic gesture

you decide to pull more of his ability out by cupping his face, the coldness of your fingers shocks sakura out of his small trance, warming your hands even more when you bend down and plant a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose

but sakura thinks it's funny, because your record of face-planting in the snow was definitely higher than his

did it hurt when you fell from heaven as well? he internally cringes at the thought but its true because if his heart continues beating so fast that he goes into cardiac arrest and dies, you'd be the angel he'd see upon waking in heaven

the way the street lamp overhead illuminates the back of your head feels reminiscent to a halo, but he may just be seeing things, his pupils might as well have morphed into the shape of hearts and affected his vision

you smile to yourself as you finally get up off him, stretching your hand out to pull sakura up, who's still in his little fantasy to which you couldn't resist the urge to poke his cheek, snapping him back to reality and starting your journey back home together with sakura

the walk back was quiet, only the sound of blowing air coming from you warming your stiff hands, numb from the coldness, and you smile warmly when he wordlessly snakes his hand around to hold yours

his mind travels back to your question that he had failed to answer in the heat of the moment (he hopes you weren't put off by his silence), if he were being honest, he's fallen for you so many times he's lost count

just this morning when you sent him a good morning text with a selfie of your sleep-heavy face attached; when you showed up at his classroom today unexpectedly just to bring him your homemade lunch; all your unique voice quirks when you were rambling to him about cake and the weather and a manga you read recently that you think he'd enjoy

once you arrive at your doorstep, you turn around to say your goodbyes for today and promises for tomorrow, squeezing your intertwined hands tightly before pulling away

sakura gulps, hooking his finger around your pinky before you could pull away completely, causing you to look at him with your body half-facing the door with an expectant expression

"to answer your question from before, there's.. too many times i don't have a straight answer, but..", you hold his hands fully now, "you're the only person i fell for in my lifetime."

he feels a sense of relief when you look at him with a smile so bright it puts the sun to shame, perhaps you're the only sun he needs

his feet are glued to the ground when you move towards him, his eyes hyper-fixating on your every move, how you still hold onto his hand that may or may not have been shaking from his nerves

because why was admitting these feelings like stripping himself bare naked? but with you, it's like being offered a blanket for coverage so he could get used to feeling so exposed

it's as if fireworks were being set off in sakura's stomach when you lean in to give him a kiss and he fears for the future if something as measly as a peck on the cheek can get such a rise out of him

a lone snowflake falls right between your lips and his cheek, melting under the touch, almost like a seal marking the end of tonight, hiding away the events that happened between the both of you under blankets of snow

the kiss is light, barely ghosting his skin, and you linger a moment longer before moving away, he has to stop himself from chasing for more

once the door shuts, sakura makes his way back home, palm closing in itself so he keeps your warmth in his grasp

sakura reaches the door to his home, about to step in to the cold loneliness of his abode, almost like telepathy, it's as if you sensed how much sakura was missing you

a text comes through his phone (with a special ringtone so he never misses your messages), you're asking if he's got home safely, along with a goodnight wish and an exaggerated smooching sound as sakura plays the voicemail

sakura smiles, like a fool, a fool in love - that's what he is

notes ~ not me starting this in the middle of summer and procrastinating until now.. hopefully I'll be back on a writing roll soon :(( i don't like the ending but this has been in my drafts far too long

[mj0702]

The other Bronze – Part 9

For my manager @valewosomtb who has to deal with my mushy brain all day, for my @samkerrworshipper who is an absolute legend and for all my patiently waiting anons and followers❤️❤️

Lucy was woken up by an unnatural sound. She couldn’t really place it. So her first instinct was to hit her phone to snooze the alarm. Surprisingly the sound stopped and Luce rolled back over pulling you tighter into her arms as she started to drift off to sleep again. The sound started again. In her half – okay quarter awake brain she registered that it sounded like knocking. Aggressive knocking.

“What the hell??” your sister mumbled as she got more and more aware of her surroundings her brain finally catching on

It was still dark outside but yep – that was definitely knocking. On a door. On her door. Someone was knocking on her front door. Lucy groaned quietly but untangled herself from your grip carefully pushing you over so you would grab onto Ona instead.

When the couple entered their home yesterday you refused to let one of them go. You koala hugged your sister as she – once again – carried you into her apartment as you held on to Onas shirt tightly. Lucy made a straight beeline to lay you down in Onas and her bedroom before leaving you to rest so she could eat something. She should have known better. The second you reconized you were alone again you jolted up with panic calling out for your sister. Who immediately came back running of course knowing how much of a toll it took on you with what happened at Camp Nuo in the afternoon. So she sat down in bed with you holding you tightly as Ona quietly brought some dinner. You saw how the blonde tried to leave again but told her to stay. This definitely wasn't how Lucy imagined her evening to go. In bed by 6PM with you fighting off another nightmare as you clutched to Onas shirt your face on your sisters chest. Ona and her talked quietly for some time before deciding to get ready for bed as well. It was an absolute mission to go threw their nightly routine with you stirring every time one of them was out of your reach. But they managed – somehow.

You know cuddled into Ona who was also still fast asleep as Lucy carefully exit the bedroom to walk quietly down the hallway

“Que??” she grumbled as she opened the door to find a completely demolished Mapí outside her front door “Mapí?? What the hell are you doing here at...” Lucy glanced quickly at the clock “..6.15 in the morning?”

“I came to apologize to the Nena... I really didn't mean to upset her yesterday... I brought chocolate... I didn't know which one she'd like so I bought them all” the tattooed spaniard rambled a slight panic in her voice as she opened the plastic bag she was holding in her hands showing Lucy

“Oh Maps” Lucy sighed softly actually touched by the spaniards antics “It's okay Maps.. she's okay... you didn't have too”

“Yes I had too... I hurt her...” Mapí answered and Lucy saw tears in the spaniards eyes

“Come on in... I'll make you a coffee” your sister opened the door wider and stepped aside for the woman to enter not having the heart to yell at her for basically knocking her door down “in the middle of the night”

“Is the Nena awake?” Mapí asked hopefully and your sister snorted as she put a cup of coffee in front of the blonde woman

“No... it'd be a surprise if she moves her ass out of bed before 9... always slept like a corpse”

“Is chocolate okay... Ingrid said yesterday chocolate helps against all sorts hurtings” the spaniard said empting her shopping bag on the counter “I brought the english one.. Catsbury or something”

“Dear Jesus Mapí... this is like... a whole shop of chocolate” Lucy exclaimed as she looked at the amount Mapí brought along “Where did you get this? I never saw Cadbury anywhere”

“Airport... I had to buy a plane ticket to get to the duty free shops but I knew they had it there” the blonde spaniard answered

“You did what?” Lucy asked confused

“I had to buy a ticket... they wouldn't let me go through security without a plane ticket... Ingrid won't be happy” the spaniard mumbled

“Maps... are you actually mad?” your sister exclaimed

“I... I need to get her something... I know it's not enough but maybe it's a start so she can start to forgive me” Mapí started to fidget with her rings

“Mapí... there's nothing to forgive... don't get me wrong, she'll be over the moon about the chocolate but you did nothing wrong... you didn't kick that ball at her on purpose.. if Kei hasn't called out to her the ball would have hit her in the head and that would've been it... and you couldn't have known not to touch her afterwards.. you just wanted to help” Lucy spoke softly now being really touched by the younger spaniard actions and how she was adamant to fix it

“I... I.. I just need to see that she's really okay” Mapí mumbled

“I can understand that... she has the tendency to worm her way into peoples heart quite quickly... but Maps... you really didn't do anything wrong” your sister said insistently

“Babe? Who are you talk...” Ona suddenly appeared in the doorway of the kitchen looking still asleep “Mapí?” she looked at her fellow team mate confused

“Hola” the blonde waved

Ona just continued to look confused her eyes moving from Mapí to Lucy back to Mapí then to the chocolate

“It's too early... I'm not going to ask and I don't want to know” Ona waved off taking Lucys coffee mug out of her girlfriends hand

“Mapí came to apologize to y/n... she brought presents” your sister gestured to the amount of chocolate.

“Speaking off... she kicked me...” Ona mumbled as she breathed in the smell of the coffee

“Yeah... she does that... the amount of bruises she caused me is unreal” Lucy rolled her eyes as she got herself a new coffee mug out of the cabinet

“Where did you get all that chocolate Maps... shops are closed” Ona now asked looking through the bars

“Don't touch them you thieve!!” the tattooed woman exclaimed as she collected all the chocolate in front of her “I know you... you act like you're just looking and bam... all gone – I went all the way to the airport to buy them so you keep your dirty hands of nenas chocolate”

“Airport?” your sisters girlfriend asked getting more confused by the second

“Yeah... she even bought a plane ticket to get through security” Lucy explained

“Oh Mapí” Ona said softly walking around the counter to hug her friend “You are honestly one of a kind”

“Yeah well... I hurted her” the blonde looked down ashamed

“You didn't Maps...” your sister said again knowing the woman will need to hear it a few more times

“Wait... does Ingrid know?” Ona now asked alarmed

“What exactly should Ingrid know?” Mapí started to fidget again

“María Pilar León Cebrían” Ona scolded her friend “Do not tell me you just ran away from home and brought a plane ticket.. Ingrid will freak out!!!”

“Why would she... she doesn't need to know” the tattooed shrugged her shoulders

“You share a bank account!!! She'll wake up to you gone and a notification for a plane ticket to god knows where” the blonde got frustrated

“Seville... first flight out was to Seville” Mapí provided

“Call her... RIGHT NOW!” Ona shoved her phone into Mapís hands

“Why so aggressive?” the tattooed spaniard bewildered

“YOUR EX IS FROM SEVILLA!!!!!” Ona lost it already imagining Ingrid in tears in their home

“And?” Mapí didn't get it while Lucy bursted out laughing at the sheer chaos this woman contains in such a small body

“I want to hit you so bad right now... what would you think if you wake up to a cold bed and a notification that Ingrid booked a ticket to Oslo? Where her ex lives???” your sisters girlfriend pressed

“Hm...” the two women saw how the wheels in Mapís head started turning “... I would think that she flew there to see her... SHIT”

“NOW she has it” Lucy laughed as Mapí frantically tried to open Onas phone

“Open it” the tattooed spaniard said panicky and pushed the phone back in Onas hand

The young woman quickly typed in her code and handed it back to Mapí. The woman punched in Ingrids number waiting for her girlfriend to pick up

“Ona?” a very sleepy Ingrid answered the phone after the fourth ring

“No amor... it's me” Mapí said quietly turning away from Lucy and Ona

“Maps... are you okay... what happened? Why are you calling from Onas phone?” the norwegian was awake in seconds

“No no... everything is fine... nothing happened... I just couldn't sleep” the blonde talked lowly “... I went to get some chocolate for the Nena... but I'm with them now... I just wanted to let you know that I didn't fly to Seville”

“Seville??” now Ingrid got confused “Why would you fly to Seville?”

“I needed a ticket to get through security” the blonde answered shyly

“María” the norwegian said and her voice was one big warning

“I needed to get to the duty free section... I swear I didn't fly to Seville and I didn't see... her” Mapí started to ramble again

“Home... now” Ingrid growled “We need to talk”

“I... need to wait on the Nena to wake up... I want to apologize” the blonde said slowly

“Okay... then you better make sure Lucy still has coffee when I arrive” and with that the norwegian ended the call

“She's coming here” was all that Mapí said “She wants coffee”

Lucy just sighed – it wasn't even 7AM and her kitchen already transformed into a Starbucks. Suddenly a small whimper was heard from the Bedroom. Immediately Lucy pushed herself of the counter she was leaning against walking quickly down the hallway. Mapí tried to follow immediately getting guilty again just to be stopped by Ona with a reassuring smile

“It's okay Maps... Lucy got it covered” the younger one had her hand on Mapís arm squeezing lightly

“Hey Bubs” Lucy whispered kneeling next to bed carefully stroking some sweaty hair away from your forehead “It's okay... you're save”

“Luce” you whimpered and it broke your sisters heart a little more

“Ssh... it's okay...I'm here...” your sister said keeping her voice down “Calm down... go back to sleep”

“Stay” you whined out as you grabbed her arm tightly

“Scoot over wee one...” was the only thing Lucy said before sliding into bed next to you

20 minutes later you were fast asleep again and your sister carefully left the bed again. With one last glance she quietly closed the door behind her walking back into the kitchen where she found a rather fierce talking norwegian

“Morning Ings” Lucy greeted as she headed straight to the coffee machine

“Bon dia Luce” the norwegian stopped her rant for a second to smile at the englishwoman before returning to scold her girlfriend

“For how long is this going on?” Lucy asked her girlfriend as she leant next to the smiling blonde

“The second she stepped through the door” Ona grinned “Mapí really outdid herself this time”

“I know who will sleep on the couch for at least a month” Lucy laughed quietly

“I swear to god María.. I'm going to buy you a harness too” Ingrid now threatened and Mapí got white as a wall

“No... I don't need” she started but got interrupted by the black haired Scandinavian

“Oh but I think you do” Ingrid said and by the tone she used Mapí knew the topic was over

“Oh man” the blonde spaniard huffed out

Lucy just chuckled using her mug to cover up half her face while Ona wasn't as sneaky and just bursted out laughing. After a minute the atmosphere changed to a comfortable silence.

“Breakfast?” Ona offered smiling actually liking having the other couple over

“I'll help you” Ingrid immediately offered before glancing at her girlfriend “Set the table”

“Sí amor” Mapí mumbled shuffling towards the cabinets like a kicked puppy

“She meant well Ingrid” Lucy mumbled under her breath as she started cutting tomatoes and peppers

“Oh I know... but that doesn't mean I can't use it to my advantage for a few days” the norwegian winked smiling

Lucy just laughed before she heard you whining again

“Duty calls... should I put her back to sleep or bring her out for breakfast?” your sister looked at Ona

“You know her better – even if I would like her to eat something since she hasn't had dinner but you decide” the blonde shrugged

“I see what I can do” Lucy grinned leaning down pressing a soft kiss to her girlfriends lips before leaving towards the bedroom once again

“Hey Bubs...” Lucy said softly as she found you sitting in bed looking frantically around

“You were gone” you panted out

“Was just in the kitchen... breakfast is nearly done... Ingrid and Mapí are here too...” your sister spoke softly as she sat down on the bed next to you but not touching you

“Wanna come with me and join us?” Lucy asked lowly as she now carefully stroke over your cheek

“Need to shower first – feel disgusting” you mumbled closing your eyes enjoying the soft touch of your sisters cool hand

“Okay... I'll wait here okay? Kei texted already too.... you want to call her later?” Lucy asked softly

“Yes please” you sounded so small

“Off to the shower you hop” your sister smiled encouraging “I even let you use my one – door over there”

“Ah yes... the private bathroom” you mumbled before pushing yourself out of bed winching slightly because your wrist was still hurting

“I get you some painkillers” Lucy immediately noticed your discomfort

“They're in there right?” you asked pointing to the bathroom

“Actually no... I put them in the kitchen if you needed some in the night again” your sister grinned

“Ugh... why do you always have to move stuff?? Painkillers... trophies... yourself” you huffed out annoyed

Lucy just laughed immediately knowing what you were referring to. She once moved her FIFA trophy from a shelf to the sideboard for an interview for you to run into said sideboard nearly knocking the trophy of it. You were mortified and refused to pass the sideboard without Keira or herself.

“Go shower... I'll be back with your painkillers when you come out” your sister pressed a soft kiss to your head as you tumbled into the bathroom

“No breakfast?” Ona asked a little disappointed

“She's in the shower... 15 minutes” Lucy smiled slightly getting the pill

“Okay... I'll make her an omelette” the blonde smiled happily

“No need babe... she won't eat it anyway...” Lucy waved off “... she only eats small things after an... let's call it an episode”

“Oh... okay... fruit?” Ona asked immediately catching on – but so does Mapí

“I'm really sorry” the tattooed woman mumbled

“Not your fault Maps... she's okay... she just needs a little time to get back to her annoying self again” Lucy smiled at the blonde who now received a loving squeeze from her girlfriend too “The fact that she still wants breakfast after I told her we have company is a good thing... she's not mad at you Maps... never was and never will be”

“Okay” the spaniard mumbled still not really convinced

“I'll be back with her in about 10 minutes... just act normal... like nothing happens – that's normally the best way for her to cope with it” your sister said as she left again

“Bubs?” Lucy asked into the still dark room

“Are you fucking kidding me???” you came out of the bathroom holding up a strap on harness with Lucys toothbrush

“Oh.... sorry?” your sister looked embarrassed but couldn't hold back the smile tugging on her lips

“You're.... sorry???” you asked outraged “That's a fucking strap on!!! I did NOT need the visual thank you very much”

“Firstly it's just the harness and secondly you walked in on me having sex like... 20 times” your sister rolled her eyes but still smiling widely

“Ew!!” you heaved “I swear you will be sorry when I use your toothbrush to clean the toilets at Camp Nope”

“Come on now” Lucy laughed out loud now “Don't be such a baby about it”

“You let me die a VIRGIN and you use... this” you pulled a disgusted face shaking the leather garment a little

“It makes my ass look good” your sister just couldn't stop teasing you about your find

“Okay..... NO.. nope...not doing this with you... you... you... you... just EW” you shrieked before flicking the leather harness at her

Your sister caught the harness with ease still laughing as you pushed passed her into the hallway mumbling about how you again got scarred for life

“Bon dia Bebita” Ona smiled softly as you entered the kitchen

You just stared at her before a shudder shook your whole body and you chose to ignore her wedging yourself between Mapí and Ingrid. Ona didn't understood what was wrong but just as she was about to ask Lucy entered the kitchen still chuckling.

“What did I do?” Ona asked quietly as she prepared a plate for you

“Nothing... she found the harness and is a baby about it” Lucy still couldn't contain her chuckle at the memory of your face

“Which harness... oh... OH... oh god” Onas cheeks heat up embarrassed as she actually hit the plate with the knife she was using to cut up your fruit

“Not you too...” your sister laughed loudly

“What is happening?” Ingrid asked confused

“Lucy will need a new toothbrush” you grumbled stealing the Norwegians coffee

“You make no sense, lille venn” the black haired woman shook her head “And this looks awfully like my coffee cup”

“M gonna use it to clean the toilets at Camp Nope... after a game day” you grumbled into the mug taking a sip

“Nena” now Mapí spoke up lowly “I want to apologize for yesterday... I really didn't mean it”

“I know Mapí... you don't need to apologize... I want to apologize for scaring you... you didn't know – Lucy should have told you but yet she's hiding quite a lot in her cabinets” you said and smiled at the blonde spaniard as you tried to get one on your sister who just barked out a laugh

“You don't even know half of it, tiny” your sister choked out between laughs

You started to dry heave again as Ona swatted Lucys shoulder quiet hard

“Ah... now I understand” Ingrid smirked “You went through your sisters stuff and found something you shouldn't have”

“I didn't even went through her stuff... it was openly placed” you exclaimed as a VERY embarrassed Ona put a plate in front of you “God only know what she's hiding in her draws”

“You just need to ask, wee one...” your sister was still laughing

“AND god should be the only one knowing... aren't you ashamed talking about that when you have guests?” you looked at her like she lost it

“Who do you think recommended the shop I got the piece in questioning?” your sister couldn't stop laughing as your head automatically snapped towards Mapí thinking since she's the spaniard she would know all the places to purchase something like this

“You???” you asked outraged

“Huh??” Mapí just looked at you bewildered

“Nope Bubs... the other one” your sister smirked as your head now snapped to the other side looking like a deer at Ingrid

“What... I have a girlfriend and a life outside of football” the norwegian shrugged nonchalantly before she bit into a jam covered bread roll

“I expected a lot of you princess norwegian... but not that you're a sex driven vixen” you started to smirk “You're always so... nice... and quiet”

“No she's not” Mapí mumbled under her breath but you heard her anyway – so did Ingrid

“As if you don't love it” the norwegian shot back

“Bubs... breakfast” Lucy now interrupted your little banter with Ingrid noticing how you pushed your fruit around on your plate

“Not hungry” you mumbled

“Half the plate and I let you have some of the chocolate Mapí brought” your sister tried to negotiate with you

“Chocolate?” you asked looking up at her smiling

“Mapí brought it... as an apology” Lucy said “You get some if you eat half the plate”

“That's not fair... it's my chocolate... right Mapí it's mine” you looked at the blonde with big puppy eyes

“Sí... all for you...” the tattooed woman nodded her head quickly

“HA... give me my chocolate” you demanded looking at your sister expectantly

“Half the plate then you get some” Lucy stood her ground knowing she needs to be tough to you right now as you always were a bad eater even more so when you were mentally exhausted

“But I'm not hungry” you whined

“Do I have to call Keira?” Lucy raised an eyebrow

She knew threatening you with Keira was risky but she really just wanted the best for you. But as usual you didn't back down. Instead you had a stare off with your sister while the other three just stayed quiet not knowing how to react. Neither Lucy nor you even blinked just staring at each other. Then suddenly both of you sprung into action pulling out your phones frantically unlocking it to both dial the same contact. Lucy was the split second faster.

“Ha... already ringing... give up already” she smiled triumphal

“Never” you shot back hitting Mapís shoulder repeatedly “Give me your phone”

“I don't have it on me” the spaniard said trying to move away from your swatting hands

“Ona... need your phone... now” you sprung up quickly your chair falling backwards as you rounded the table.

“I... don't think” the young woman started

“You owe me... harness” you growled knowing every lost second was important

“Here” Ona sighed handing you her unlocked phone embarrassed

“You can't use that against her!” Lucy exclaimed still waiting for the other person to pick up

“I can and I will... over and over again” you shot back going through Onas contacts “Who is Obi-Wan... don't answer.. I don't have time...”

“Who are you looking for Bebita?” Ona said rather confused

“HA.. got it” you exclaimed excited hitting the call button

You were more successful than your sister as your chosen person answered her call nearly right away

“Sí?” you could hear the call connect just as Lucy got lucky as well

“I swear Lucy if this isn't important...” you heard Keiras voice

“My sister is mean and tries to force me to eat!” you exclaim whining into the phone

“Que?” the other person asked confused

“She won't eat...” Lucy said quickly to Keira

“My sister... she tries to force food down my throat” you whined again playing the innocent little girl card

“Bebita?” Alexia asked still half asleep “It's 7AM”

“Sí” you exclaimed still playing the innocent act

Your sister and you both quickly recap the morning to the people on your (Onas) phones before both starting to smirk pulling the phones of your ears.

“Keira wants to talk to you” Lucy smirked holding her phone out to you

“Alexia wants to talk to YOU” you smirked even wider as you held your (Onas) phone out to her

“What... what just happened?” Mapí asked her girlfriend and Ona.

Both of them just shrugging their shoulders as you started to whine all over now to Keira and Lucy animatedly spoke to Alexia. About five minutes later both of you hung up your phones looking at each other

“Laps?” you asked raising an eyebrow

“Push ups?” Lucy questioned back

“Three sets of 15... and no chocolate” you grumbled

“Five... after national break” your sister pulled a face

“Bitches” Lucy and you grumbled simultaneously before looking at each other laughing out loudly

“What was that?” Ona now asked the same question as Mapí before

“Sisterly love” your sister grinned and pushed the plate nearer to you “Come on... just a bit okay?”

“I'm really not hungry Luce... I promise I'll eat when I get hungry but not right now” you said chewing on your bottom lip which was a dead give away that you started to get stressed again

“Okay.... I'll just leave it out on the counter okay...” Lucy took your plate away while Ona just raised her eyebrow

“Can someone please explain what happened?” the youngest spaniard huffed out

“We just ratted each other out...” your sister explained shrugging her shoulders “... bit us in the ass as usual but that's how it always turns out”

“Love you Luce” you said before throwing yourself on the couch in a dramatic way just to bounce off it and land with a loud crash on the floor

“Why??” Lucy whined as she made her way over to you “You okay?”

“Yep... peachy” you coughed hard

“Up” your sister said as she pulled you into a standing position holding you up right so could breath better

“Thanks Luce” you said after a few minutes as your breathing returns to normal your head falling forward against the shoulder of your sister who just laid her arm around you holding you closely

“And you say I'm chaotic” Mapí mumbled to Ingrid

“You ARE chaotic... SHE's a walking disaster” the dark haired norwegian pointed out

“Hey Princess Norwegian... I'm just a tad clumsy” you exclaimed

“Princess Norwegian??” Ingrid asked you as she raised an eyebrow

“Pocahontas Norwegian sounded wrong in my head” you shrugged your shoulders

“Uh... does Caro get a nickyname too??” Mapí asked excited

“Guaranteed Goal Norwegian” you said after a minute of thinking which caused everyone to explode in laughter

“Pretty sure she'll love that, lille venn” Ingrid said wiping tears from her eyes.

“Bubs... I've got training this afternoon.. you want to come with me or stay at Alexias?” your sister asked quietly

“Why would I want to stay with the scary woman?” you asked confused

“Because I have training and I'm not going to leave you alone at my apartment... and Alexia has Media today so she won't be at Nuo” Lucy explained patiently

“I can stay here... I'm 16 not 3” you said baffled

“You just fell off the Couch... again” your sister deadpanned “And this time you can't blame it on Tooney...”

“It WAS Tooneys fault... she pushed me” you exclaimed annoyed

“She wasn't even in the room!!” Lucy rolled her eyes

“She WAS!” you huffed

“Okay... you know best who pushed you off the couch being dead to the world sleeping” your sister lifted her hands in surrender

“Can't the OG spaniard stay with me?” you asked looking hopefully at Ona

“I thought she was friendly spaniard?” Lucy looked confused

“Yeah... changed it to OG.. she's not friendly” you shrugged your shoulders again

“¿Disculpe?” Ona asked outraged

“What is it with you spaniards that you always want to dislocate??” you asked bewildered “The pretty spaniard said it too... you are so weird”

“It means “Excuse me” Bubs...” Lucy started laughing again at your cute innocence

“Oh... yeah... you're excused” you grinned at Ona

“What do you mean I'm not friendly??” the blonde asked still shocked

“Friendly spaniards don't scar their girlfriends little sister for live” you smirked

Ona blushed again furiously but kept quiet as Mapí started to chuckle until Ingrid threw her a murdering look

“Stop using the harness to get things out of my girlfriend” Lucy rolled her eyes as you gagged dramatically before looking at her incredulously

“Could you please rephrase that?” you said bewildered

“No... and still I haven't gotten an answer... Training or Alexia?” if Lucy rolled her eyes any more they'll probably get stuck soon

“Not going back to Camp Nope” you said sternly

“Alexia it is then” your sister huffed out happy she finally got an answer texting her capitana immediately

“But” you tried to interfere

“Nope... you're not staying here on your own” Lucy said distracted “I'll drop you off at 1 and pick you up at 5.30 okay... she has Media anyway so you'll be on your own the most time anyway”

“Ugh” you sighed annoyed rolling your eyes for getting back forced into Day care once again “Can't I stay with Keira?”

“She has training too, genius” your sister shook her head in disbelieve

“Okay...” you huffed grabbing a piece of Orange from the plate Ona prepared for you.

“Thank you.. and please... do behave – or at least pretend to behave”

“Bubs come on... we're going to be late...” your sister yelled down the hallway for you to just ignore it texting Georgia still laying on your (Lucys) bed

“BUBS!!!!” you heard again this time more adamant and yet again you ignored it.

While you grew quite close – at least for your circumstances – with the Team Capitan you had no desire to spend your afternoon with her... alone.

“Y/n Tough Pain in the ass Bronze!!!!!” Lucy tried again already on her way to her guest room

You quickly wrenched your Air Pods into your ears just as Lucy opened the door. You pretended to jump a little when she stood next to your bed kicking your ankle lightly.

“Huh?” you asked as you pulled your Air Pod out looking at her questioning

“I can't believe you... we need to GO” your sister ushered you off the bed and pushed you out the room

“I need some stuff....” you complained whining

“Ona packed your bag... MOVE” Lucy kept pushing you down the hallway “If I have to run laps because you made me late I'm gonna room with you at Camp”

Suddenly you basically ran down the hallway grabbing your sneakers on the way out sitting in the Car before Lucy was able to close the door behind her

“Here Bebita... your backpack” Ona smiled from the passenger seat holding out a bag for you as you tried to put your shoes on feeling like a gymnast at Circus de Soleil

“Knew that would work” your sister mumbled as she slipped into the drivers seat and started her car “You still won't room with G...”

“I want to room with Tooney anyway” you shrugged your shoulders

“That won't happen either... the last time you flooded your room because you wanted to wash your stuff in the shower and forgot a sock that clogged the drain and you kept the water on while falling asleep... NOT happening”

“How were we supposed to know that a sock would fit in the drain??” you exclaimed outraged

“Basic knowledge?” Lucy offered while finding your eyes in the rear mirrors

“Fuck you” you grumbled

“And that makes four sets of 15 of push ups.. you know not to swear” your sister grinned as she pulled into a drive way and killed the engine “Behave and don't cause trouble – if you piss my Capitan off you'll regret it...”

You rolled your eyes at her obviously harmless threat and looked into your backpack for the first time

“Orange slices and a Gatorade? What are you... a soccer mom?” you looked at Ona bewildered before leaving the car as you can see Alexia opening her front door

“Have fun Bubs... make good choices” your sister yelled after you laughing as you flipped her off with your left hand as you dragged your backpack behind you like a petulant child

“Hola Cariño...” Alexia greeted you smiling even as you spotted a dark look on your face

“Hi” you grumbled back “To be straight... okay... wrong wording... to be honest from the start... I don't want to be here so I just gonna sit on this couch waiting for the time to count down”

“Nice to see you too... thank you I had a good day... you too? That's wonderful” the blonde said sarcastically “What's with the attitude?”

“Lucy was mean” you grumbled

“What did she do Cariño?” Alexia asked sensing you just need to vent for a second

“I'm 16... I don't need a babysitter... and then she said I had to do another set of push ups because SHE was mean basically calling me stupid... as if the three sets of Keira aren't enough” you started your rant “And then I get Orange slices and Gatorade... again... I'm 16... not 5.. I'm still growing – I need food... not.. this”

“Done?” the blonde asked and you nodded “Okay... you won't believe it but I have food here too... and I even told Ona I would cook for you – so that front is covered... As for the push ups... I can make Lucia do them with you if you prefer but I don't think so since you're both highly competitive and probably do push ups until your arm break and I still need her for team purposes... and don't see this afternoon as being under my watch instead see it as a... how do you say... chill hangout... I have three Interviews all about 30 minutes long but you are welcome to either join or just stay out here” the catalan explained

“As if I could join in on spanish interviews” you rolled your eyes for good measure but in secret you were touched at her actions

“One is with CBS Sports... that one is english...” the blonde shrugged her shoulders as she lead you into a spacious living room pushing you gently down on the couch before moving on to the open kitchen

“Scotty?” you asked excited

“I think Alex Scott will be there, sí” Alexia answered from the kitchen where she prepared a light snack for you.

“Oh” you said sadly

“You don't like Alex Scott?” the catalan asked surprised

“Oh I absolutely love Alex... but I thought we're talking about Jill... I miss my Godaunt” you sighed realizing how long you haven't seen Jill

Mixed olives, fried baby squid, meatballs and chorizo were placed in front of you a minute later with some bread. You looked interested at the different dishes and then questioning at Alexia

“Tapas” she smiled “olives, meatballs – my mamás recipe, chorizo and baby squid”

At the words “baby squid” you made a little whiny sound and used a book that was laying around to push the plate with the offending meal as far away from you as possible. Alexia laughed out loudly at your pained facial expression

“Not a fan of sea food Cariño?” the blonde was still chuckling

“Bleh” you pulled a face

“It's okay... but I tell you know that choosing Barcelona as a get away was a bit of a wrong move – we live of Sea food” the catalan smiled

“You also live of fancy ham... Luce said something about jamming ibisco” you said nonchalantly

“Jamón Ibérico Cariño... very delicious” Alexia confirmed “I'll text Olga to pick some up on her way home”

“Olga was... girlfriend right?” you asked wrecking your brain if it was a real fact or if you made it up in your original high brain

“Sí.. she'll be home later” the blonde smiled glancing at the clock “I need to go – will you be alright alone?”

“Sí... I still have orange slices” you huffed out sarcastically

“Don't forget about the squid” the catalan laughed as she took the plate with the baby squid back to the kitchen as you gagged loudly “You're welcome to watch TV but not too loud please...”

“Okay...” you said as you already were looking for the remote and Alexia was about to leave “Oh and pretty spaniard?”

“Sí?” Alexia rolled her eyes at the nickname but smiled

“Thank you” you said and offered her a small smile

“You're very welcome Cariño” she smiled back and left you to your own.

About 5 minutes later you heard her taking quickly in spanish and you concluded (genius that you are) that the interview had begun. You tried to switch on the TV to get interrupted in your usual “press all buttons until TV turns on”-process as the doorbell rang. You weren't sure what to do since you were also just a guess so you decided to ignore it. The doorbell went off again... and again.. and again. You heard the door of Alexias (you presume) office open

“Cari... can you PLEASE get the door?” she shouted to you

“What if it's a lunatic???” you shouted back

“Punch him – we'll deal with the police later” the catalan answered shortly before disappearing again

“Okay” you said to yourself, shrugged your shoulders and pushed yourself off the couch to open the door

You already had your fist raised as you grabbed the handle turning it just slightly as the door got pushed open and some blonde hair passed past you in a flurry

“Excuse you???” you exclaimed as you follow the intruder

“Don't tell anyone I'm here” Mapí turned around looking around the living room “Ale already doing interviews?”

“Yeah....” you said kind of overwhelmed “What are you doing here?”

“I know you'd get bored so I'm here to offer my company” the blonde grinned widely

“Let me guess... no one knows?” you smirked

“Told Jonatan I'm not feeling good.... please don't tell on me” Mapí begged “Training without you isn't fun”

“We never trained together” you pointed out “But it really is boring... you can stay”

“Cariño?? Who was at the door?” Alexia now asked as she came out of her office while you pushed Mapí quickly behind the couch where she landed with a loud thud and a gritted spanish curse word left the blondes lips

“Neighbour... asked something in spanish... I said “no spaniard” and shrugged my shoulders.. I didn't punch him... he used the dislocate word and left” you said hopefully which kind of tipped Alexia off

“Older man or younger?” she asked suspicious

“Ehrm... around mid 40s?” you said but it came out as a question

“And now the truth, hm?” the catalan smiled fake

“A friend....” you answered vague

“And where is said friend?” the blonde just didn't let go

“I don't see her at the moment” you answered confident – which technically wasn't a lie... you didn't SEE Mapí at the moment.

“Cariño... I give you one and ONE warning only... I will make you sit with me in my office if you cause trouble” Alexia said lifting her index finger threatening “Same for you María León”

“HOW?” you whined throwing your arms in the air

“Please... as if María would let the opportunity pass to be unsupervised with you also she used a word that I banned her from using... I'm surprised that she didn't rope Patri and Pina in to join her.. what did you tell Jona?”

“Not feeling well” a small voice came from behind the couch “Patri and Pina send their regards but Jona wouldn't let them leave”

“Unbelievable” the blonde huffed “Only and LAST warning... no trouble... I still have two interviews”

“Yes ma'am” you saluted half heartily

“Sí Ale... gracias” Mapí said grinning as her head appeared from behind the couch looking like a meerkat

“I can't believe I'm doing this” Alexia mumbled to herself but left again for her next interview

“Okay... what do you want to do Nena?” Mapí asked the second the office door fell close

“Dunno... I don't know my way around here” you shrugged your shoulders

Mapí just rolled her eyes and hit you with a pillow. You looked dumb folded as the blonde spaniard started to laugh hysterically

“You... didn't” you said shocked

“Your face...” Mapí laughed just as she got hit by a pillow in the face

“Oh Nena... that was a mistake” the blonde said evilly as she grabbed your pillow hitting you over and over again as you just had time to pull your arms up to your face to keep it save. Nonetheless you started laughing trying to get away from Mapís assault. You kick the spaniard lightly against the tight which caused her to tumble and you used the moment to roll off the couch getting successfully away. You grabbed a new pillow now whacking the blonde over and over the head from behind the couch. Mapí recovered quickly launching herself at you just to miss you as you stepped aside still laughing. The blonde pushed herself up starting to chase you around the couch pillow ready to hit you again once she's close enough. You chased each other a while around the living room before deciding to basically use the whole apartment. Of course that wasn't such a great decision as you stumbled over a small step between the living room and the hallway and flew against a cabinet. Thankfully you turned yourself so you would just sacrifice your left shoulder instead of your face. Mapí immediately stopped behind you watching with big eyes as Alexias Ballon d'Or started to tumble and then went topple over the edge of the shelf. You looked up from your half sitting position at the bottom of the cabinet quickly shuffling backwards as you saw the trophy falling down. It missed you by mere centimetres as it crashed into the floor with a loud bang and split in two half as you watched the Ball part roll away slowly.

Immediately the office door got ripped open and Alexia looked down the hallway

“Everythings good” you yelled hoping to prevent the catalan to come over to explore what the crashing sound was

“I told you... keep it down” she scolded the two of you before going back to her interview

“We're fucked” Mapí whisper yelled “That trophy was holy to her”

“We're not fucked if we repair it... I didn't even knew it could brake... isn't that thing unholy heavy... why does it break so easily??” you said back just as much panic in your voice as Mapí had seconds before

“HOW do you want to repair a Ballon d'Or???” the blonde asked her voice still low

“Hot glue?” you shrugged your shoulders having no idea

“We don't have hot glue” Mapí looked at you like you lost it

“You have a brain too you know... now would be a good time to use it” you snapped

“I'm trying... but all I can think about is how Ale will rip my head off... then my brain is lost too” the blonde whined

“What if we just put it in between the books? Like using the books to hold the ball in place” you mused looking at Mapí expectantly

“Better than my idea of hiding in a tree and befriend a squirrel and train it to bring us food and water” she said already starting to grab all the books that were laying around

You quickly helped Mapí retrieve as many books as you could find and soon you had the shelf filled with books

“Okay... you grab the bottom part I get the bloody ball and we just stuff it in there and then never mention it again” you huffed

“Deal... if she EVER finds out... it was already broken as she got it” Mapí nodded as you grabbed the golden ball and placed it in its socket hoping it would stay there.

Thankfully it did and you two carefully walked backwards as if you feared that one to hard step would break the Trophy again.

“Jesús Mará y José!!!!” Alexia exclaimed as she entered the living room where you and Mapí chilled on the couch snacking on your orange slices

“WHAT happened here???” the blonde asked shocked turning around herself taking in her basically destroyed living room

There were pillows everywhere, the lamp from the side table on the floor (thankfully still intact), magazines scatter all over the floor, pictures were now hanging askew on the wall and her coffee table was now in the middle of the room when it was just in front of the couch about 45 Minutes ago.

“There... were robbers... we fought for our lives” Mapí said quickly – too quickly and you slapped your forehead

“I don't know if I should yell or just leave” Alexia said to herself taking in her living room once again

“I vote for the latter” you said smiling hopefully

“I second that” the tattooed spaniard nodded

“I... I... no... I can't do this right now... clean this up – when I come back here in 30 minutes I want a clean room and you María will leave immediately after you are done cleaning up... if not you both run laps until your legs fall off – and then some more” Alexia shook her head leaving the two of you to clean up your mess

“That went better than expected” you grinned as you heard Alexia mumble in the hallway

“I'm never going to have children – and if I do I raise them to be fully functional human beings” the catalan said to herself still shaking her head in disbelieve

It took Mapí and you a total of 18 minutes to tidy up the living room. After that the blonde spaniard left not without checking with you if it's really okay. You send the tattooed woman on her way telling her you're tired anyway and that she better think of a good excuse she could give her girlfriend for just fucking off from training. When you heard the door fall close you flopped down on the couch got comfortable and fell asleep in an instant.

“Alexia... you still with us?” Micah asked as he noticed that the blonde spaniard was kind of distracted

“Sí – I'm sorry” Alexia snapped back to her interview with CBS

“You look distracted... is everything alright?” Alex Scott now asked seeing the deep frown Alexia was showing

“Yeah.... a.. friend had some errands to run and asked me if I could watch her sister... and it's just TOO quiet now” the catalan explained quickly getting more and more suspicious of the quietness in her apartment

“If you want to check on her that's totally okay... “ Alex reassured the spaniard who looked at her thankfully standing up quickly

She made her way to the living room already ready to yell at you and Mapí for whatever shenanigans you were up to but the only thing she found was an (okay) cleaned up room with you fast asleep on the couch. Alexia quickly covered your sleeping form with a blanket and left to not disturb your sleep which she knew you desperately needed

“Everything okay?” Micah asked as Alexia sat back down in front of the camera

“Yes... she's asleep – that's why it's so quiet... but you know how it is with kids... the quieter it gets...” the blonde smiled

“... the more trouble they get into... don't tell me” Thierry rolled his eyes for good measure “How old?”

“16” Alexia laughed at the surprised face Thierry is showing “She's an absolute gold star but a walking disaster”

“Sounds like someone I know” Alex threw in

“Oh yes – you definitely know her” the catalan winked

“Oh my God... how did you end up on BB duty... my condolences to your nerves” the former Lioness laughed

“Condolences?” Alexia asked confused looking at Kate

“Condolencias” Kate Abdo translated

“Oh... yes... thank you – I can confirm my nerves are ready to retire...” the blonde catalan laughed

“Who's BB?” Micah asked confused looking at Alex for explanation

“A friends little sister” the brown haired woman grinned and winked at Alexia

“You not telling us?” Thierry sighed

“No... because it's a private matter – what isn't tho is my midfield” Alex circled back to the original topic

15 minutes later the interview got wrapped up and the live part was over. Alexia was about to end the call as Alex spoke up

“Alexia... give her a hug from me, yeah... she's greatly missed around here” the brown haired woman smiled warmly

“I will pass it on” the catalan smiled back and ended the call

She left her office to quickly throw a glance into the living room if you woke up but you still snored lightly on the couch turned on your side your head buried in a mountain of pillows so that Alexia was completing if you were in danger of suffocating. But after hearing you sigh happily in your sleep she decided to just leave you be. The catalan quickly texted Olga to let her know to be quiet when she entered the apartment and told her she would hit the gym – which was a former guest room that got converted into a home gym. Her girlfriend answered quickly with a thumbs up and Alexia walked down the hallway getting changed and starting to work out the door of her gym slightly open to hear you if you needed something. You slept like a Bronze. Keira once described it as “a dead corps which got run over with a truck five times to be sure it's dead... that's who Bronzes sleep”. Both you and Lucy disagreed loudly to just be shut down with one look by Keira. You didn't notice Alexia checking on you twice or that her girlfriend Olga came home starting to prepare dinner straight away. You DID wake up when your nose registered food tho – just like Lucy you could eat like a harvester. Just not every time while your sister would be happy to eat anytime and anywhere. Your brain still foggy from sleeping you shuffled over to the kitchen not realizing that it wasn't Alexia in the kitchen but Olga so you just flopped down on a chair at the island as you made yourself known

“Bon... whatever you say at this time of the day... what time is it anyway?” you mumbled looking confused

“Buena tardes” the brown haired woman answered as she turned around smiling “But Hola always works”

“Bon Buenos tartlets then...” you mumbled scratching your head still not noticing you weren't talking to Alexia

“No.. just Buenas tardes” the woman laughed and you thought her laugh was different.

That was the moment you looked up and was met with Olga Rios face. It took you a second to process the face before springing backwards knocking your chair over stepping backwards successfully falling over said chair flying backward screeching panicked

“STRANGER DANGER!!! STRANGER DANGER!!!” you yelled loudly getting tangled up with the chair as Olga couldn't do anything except for looking at you confused and shocked.

Your yelling brought Alexia on site as she came running down the hallway. She rounded the corner to the living room quickly to get rooted in her spot taking in the scene in front of her. Olga behind the kitchen island looking shocked and confused as you started to fight a chair on the ground. Olgas eyes made contact with Alexias and she looked at her blonde girlfriend helplessly.

“Cariño” Alexia said rather loudly to get your attention

“Stranger Alexia...” you panted out your leg stuck in the back rest of the chair

“Cari... calm down...” the catalan said softly as she carefully stepped towards you

“There's a stranger in your kitchen and I have to calm down???” you asked bewildered

“Not a stranger Cariño... that's Olga... say hi to my girlfriend Cariño” Alexia chuckled as she grabbed your ankle stilling it

“Olga the girlfriend?” you asked suspicious looking up from your spot on the floor

“Sí... mi amor” the spaniard smiled

“Not a clue what that meant...” you shrugged your shoulders as Alexia tried to free your foot from the chair

Finally the catalan got your foot freed and helped you standing up. You were still slightly wary of the other woman and pushed yourself partly behind Alexia

“It's okay Cariño... no stranger or danger... just Olga” the catalan said softly as she noticed you hiding behind her

“Buenas tardes” the woman in question smiled heart warming

“Hi” you said carefully trying to get a read on the new woman

“She needs a moment” Alexia explained to her girlfriend

“It's okay... maybe we can get to know each other over some Gambas al ajillo” the woman smiled

“No Gambas” you screeched shocked “Ew”

Alexia couldn't help herself but burst out laughing at your face and the offended look her girlfriend threw your way

“She doesn't like sea food, mi amor... I'll just whip up some Albondigas... I'll share the Gambas with you” the blonde chuckled as she leaned over the counter pressing a soft kiss to her girlfriend lips which made you gag loudly

“¿Disculpe?” Alexia raised her eyebrow as she turned towards you

“Stop dislocating shit...” you exclaimed knowing how to annoy the spaniard “... and stop doing... that.. got that at home enough”

“I'm kissing my girlfriend excuse me for showing affection to the woman I love” the catalan answered sarcastically

“You have children in the room” you shot back

“Really?? I didn't noticed before when you were eating orange slices” Alexia smirked

“Olga... Alexia is mean” you whined to the woman

“Excuse me?!” the catalan said bewildered and annoyed at the same time

“Alexia... Deja al pequeño” the darker haired woman smirked at the footballer

“¿Disculpe?!!!” the catalan questioned outraged

You didn't understand one word BUT at the tone Alexia used you knew Olga just defended you.

“She just yelled Stranger Danger at you!” Alexia exclaimed

“You could have told her that I would be home later so she wouldn't be as surprised” Olga waved her girlfriend off and you smirked

To you sadness it was the exact moment the door bell rang. Alexia huffed annoyed as she turned to open the door. On the other side was your smiling sister. The catalan stepped to the side to let Lucy in.

“Hey Bubs... Olga” your sister greeted still smiling

“Hola Lucia” the brown haired woman smiled “¿Te quedas a cenar?”

“No gracias. Todavía tengo que empacar para el campamento y este de aquí también necesita empacar” Lucy answered and pulled you into her side

“Shit... you really do speak spanish” you said in awe

“Told you” she grinned kissing the crown of your head “Were you good for Lex?”

“So good” you smiled pressing yourself against her body

“Really... so why is there a clip that went viral of Alexia in the middle of an interview with a loud crash in the background and her cussing you and Mapí out under her breath?” your sister asked grinning widely

“Ay dios mio” the catalan exclaimed throwing her hands up

“Sorry Ale” you said putting on an innocent look

“No you're not” the catalan smiled “... it's just who you are... and now off you go and pack for camp”

“Ugh... don't remind me... travel day with Lucy is exhausting” you rolled your eyes and carefully hugged the spaniard “Bon arrivederci” you winked before running out to the car where Ona is waiting

“Look after her Lucy” Alexia said quietly “She is precious – but she's hurting so much... I can see it in her eyes... there will be a time when she needs you and you better be there for her”

“I know... I know Lex... and I hope that it helped her to come here...” Lucy smiled sadly

“I think it did – I think she sees that family is more than blood... even Mapí” the blonde chuckled

“Mapí would give her life for y/n” your sister smiled as she watched you jumping on Onas back

“We all would...” Alexia smiled watching you too as you wrecking balled into her spanish national teammate

“See you in two weeks Capi” Lucy smiled as she grabbed your back pack ready to leave

“Adiós Lucy... keep an eye on her” Alexia smiled as she quickly hugged the englishwoman before she saw Ona trying to stuff you into the backseat of the car with you pushing your feet into the door laughing loudly

“Take care Cariño” the blonde spaniard mumbled as she closed the door and turned to her girlfriend who was smiling

“You like her” Olga smiled

“I do... she's special” the catalan said “She went through so much and still she has a heart of gold”

[gigiswhore]

↳ “time to teach ya’” || op zoro fic

╴ until you learn how to properly pleasure yourself, zoro refuses to allow you to leave. now it's too late to have any regrets about admitting to him that you've never masturbated before.

╴word count: 2k

╴pairing/dynamic: top!zoro , bottom!reader

╴content warning: smut like barely any plot, female prns, made with afab body in mind, just zoro being zoro, innocentish reader, guided masturbation, fingering, corruption kink, spit, praising, cussing, overstimulation, begging but from readers own accord

╴requested: no

╴a/n: english isn’t my first language so if there’s grammar errors i apologize. this is for my zoro lovers 🫡, do enjoy!

↳ ZORO

Zoro could sense something was off about you, particularly after the party. Zoro was honestly a bit bewildered; it was a party with your close friends, and you’re acting dryly with him.

Zoro agitated finally decided he was finished being quiet; after all the way you were acting was bugging him.

"what’s wrong. You’re acting’ bizarre," Zoro voices impolitely, glancing at you once more. "Nothing? "I'm acting normally," you mention, baffled at what he’s talking about.

"Stop lyin'; we both know something’s off with you. Just spit it out already," he replies with a little bit more urgency in his voice.

"it’s nothing! I promise. I'm just, to some extent, embarrassed about something that was  discussed."You declared, sitting down on your bed, hoping that answer would appease Zoros curiosity. "And what was discussed?" he replies while glancing at you once more.

He wanted to get to the root of the issue so you wouldn’t continue to act so distant.

"Can’t say! It was just something ridiculous Nami brought up during our game." You say rambling about the game of ‘never have I ever’ that you and the other ladies played.

Zoro raised his eyebrow, looking for you to give him more specifics. You huff at him but finally decide to just get it over with.

"She asked if… I'd ever played…with myself, and I thought she was joking, but when I looked at her face, it was clear she wasn't. " You followed off before resuming. "I said I haven't, and out of shame, I went to go get you so we could go home," you say with a flush of coral on your cheeks, noticing how elementary your actions were.

Zoro quietly laughed. His partner hasn’t masturbated before, and that’s why they were acting in this manner. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby, because that'll change soon.." He proceeded to walk towards your bed and then he sat down. With a smirk on his face, he then continues his sentence. "I'd say it’s time to teach ya’ whatcha think, baby?"

"That’s it, pretty girl," Zoro says while helping you keep your legs apart. "Doing so good."

At the praise, you couldn’t help but feel yourself get more wet. He knew what he was doing, especially when he persisted in helping you keep your legs open.

Honestly, all he wanted was to see you play with your pretty pussy, but you weren’t one to protest against it. After all, it somehow made you feel more pleasure.

"Getting all wet for me, babe? How cute." Zoro couldn’t help but feel proud of the fact that he was able to convince you to masturbate.

It was your first time, and it was with him watching, corrupting you, and teaching you where you should touch yourself. Everything was just too perfect to be true, especially after hearing your moans.

"Feel too good." You said playing with your clit and making sure it feels good, just like how Ro' told you.

This ecstasy was enough to melt any thoughts from your brain, just like the sun can melt snow.

Zoro could tell just by looking at you how much you were enjoying yourself, but he just couldn’t let you have all the fun.

He decided to play with you just a little bit, using his fingers to rub your inner thighs, which are closest to your needy hole.

As soon as he did that, you noticed. Wide-eyed and staring at his fingers, you could feel your mind start to wander. Wanting him to stuff you full with his pretty and big fingers.

"Keep your eyes on your own fingers, love." Zoro leans forward, whispering in your ear.

"Don’t wanna… You’re being unfair." You protest to him while looking at his face for any sign of giving in. There was not but a single smirk on his face.

"Sorry, pretty girl, I'm just here to teach. Nothing else…" He pauses for a moment, looking at your needy and begging face. "If you don’t know how to do it when you’re all alone and crying for my dick, then you’ll be more upset. Can’t have that, can we?" He says he is laughing with his deep, sultry voice.

You know what he says is right, but the laugh he made didn’t help your case. You just wanted him to pound into your poor cunt and have him call you the slut you are, but instead you had to give pleasure to yourself.

You opened your mouth to complain again, but Zoro was quick to shut you up by taking your unoccupied hand and spitting on your fingers.

Right now, your expression is like a deer in headlights. You didn’t know what he was planning to do, but you knew you had to listen up.

He then led your fingers to your hole, slowly making one at a time enter.

"Zo’ f-feels good." You moan; your finger may not be better than Zoro's, but it still made you feel good.

Zoro just smirked at you after he heard you moan, moving his hand away from yours.

You honestly didn’t know what to do from there, so you just stayed still, mesmerized by the feeling of your own finger inside. It honestly felt a bit weird; it was the feeling of something inside of you not moving. You looked at Zoro for some guidance, which he gave.

He honestly couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, looking at how pretty his innocent baby was. "Move your finger in and out of your pretty hole. If it still isn’t enough, then add a few more fingers,  k'babe?"

"M'kay," you say, just staring at him without even making an effort to move your fingers.

"I already went over this. I’m not going to do it for you; you gotta do it yourself. You're going to make me proud, aren’t you?" Zoro stated he meant it all.

You lived to make Zoro proud, so of course you would do it. The only thing is that you only feel like you can do that when you’re drinking with him or fucking. You don’t mind doing those things either, but sometimes you just wish he’d let you pleasure his cock right now instead.

I mean, there are so many ways he likes it, like when you’re jacking him off, giving him a blowjob, a titjob, or even just letting him fuck your tight little cunt. But right now, you know better than anyone not to ask. You’ll get refused, no matter how needy he is, because he wants you to please yourself only. So instead of sulking, you decided you’d make him proud.

You take your finger and start moving it in and out of you, looking for that one pleasure spot that you continuously miss. You then try adding three fingers, but it’s no use; you can’t find it.

Yes, it's pleasurable enoughto throw your head back every now and then, but it’s not the pleasure you want. You want your spot touched; it’s like your cunt craves it as it continues clenching around your fingers.

"Ro's too hard and can’t find it." You state between mumbles and moans, looking directly at how Zoro just stares at your body, looking like an animal wanting his prey, but he snaps out of it hearing your voice.

"Shouldn’t you know your spot better than me? You can find it, baby." Zoro says with a sly smirk on his face, knowing he’s teasing you.

You continue for a few more minutes, even while paying attention to your needy clitoral, but it's still no use. You can’t find the spot that’ll make you cum faster.

You look at Zoro with puppy dog eyes and say, "Ne-need you, Zo', can’t find it.. wan’ your fingers in me."

That was all it took for Zoro to finally snap and help your pussy out. I mean, who could say no to that?

He looks at you with a stern look on his face and tells you to follow his lead. Before you can take your fingers out, he stops you. Shoving three of his own into you. "Mm f-fuck!!" You screamed not on purpose but because it took all the air out of you.

Your cunt was stretched and full, like it is when he forces his cock into your cunt. Zoro groans hearing you moan like that just from him entering his fingers in.

Zoro then begins fingering you, going back in and back out of your stretched-out hole. You end up following him; it was a pleasure. You felt your body start to burn like lava. So much pleasuring you, almost too much, especially because Zoro ended up finding pleasure spots you completely missed.

At this point in time, you were a babbling mess, just barely able to think—completely overstimulated. Before you could even do anything. Zoro found the spot. You screamed once again, telling him it was too good and how you needed more.

Only to be left with complete disappointment because Zoro’s fingers were no longer in you. "Gotta pleasure it yourself, babe; as hot as it is knowing you’ll get off on my hands, it’s better watching you struggle. Don’t you think? He whispers into your ear, knowing how badly you need to cry.

You huff at him, but you can’t fight back. You know this is for the better. After a few more minutes of trial and error, you find it. You need this to cum, and so you keep shoving your finges in and out of your hot cunt, pleasuring your spot every now and then. "Gonna gonna cum!!" You shout, letting yourself cum.

The orgasm left your body shaking for more, but you were too tired to comply.

"Good girl, I'm very proud of you." Zoro said, looking down at your flushed body and pulsing hole.

"I hope you know I'm not done yet." You pause, getting air, then continuing, "I've got to help you out."

"I would love that, babe." He just smiles at you.

© gigislesbo on tumblr !!

╴a/n: had fun making this, it’s not my best work but i did have fun so it doesn’t matter.

[jayflrt]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 08. boo boo the fool

nsfw content below (minors dni)

WHEN YOU GOT HOME, THE LIGHTNESS IN YOUR CHEST QUICKLY BECAME THICK UNEASINESS.

Your bi-level penthouse was dark when you entered, and you felt more alone than ever. Even your day out with Yuna felt strange; deep down, you didn't exactly forgive her, but you felt obligated to accept her apology once she poured her heart out to you. At this point, you didn't even want to check your texts from Giselle, Karina, or Yeonjun about the Instagram stories she posted. You were just as exasperated that she took them despite her so-called social media break.

Even calling your father felt like a chore. You listened to him ramble on about how you needed to do better and strive for greatness. Fix up your resumé. Reach out if you needed referrals. Do more. Make connections. Work harder. Be the person he wanted you to be.

After you showered and settled in to unwind for the night, you heard a knock at the door—five knocks, actually. The pattern was familiar; it was Sunghoon's signature knock. You and your boyfriend came up with it years ago to use on each other, and the repetition made your heart twist painfully in your chest.

You weren't quite sure if you were ready to see him. Not after the argument you both had.

Still, you crossed your living room to open the door because you were far too weak to ignore him.

When you saw him, flushed cheeks from the cold and fluffy hair falling over his forehead, you felt butterflies flap violently in your stomach.

"Can I come in?" he asked, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his trench coat.

"Of course." You opened the door wider for him. "I thought you said you were busy."

"Never too busy for my girl."

Normally, those words would have made you blush so hotly that you wouldn't be able to hide your shyness from him. This time, however, you felt a pang of disappointment. How come he could say that so easily but went back on his words every single time? Not to mention he wasn't even looking at you as he said it.

"Are you staying over tonight?" you asked, hope swelling in your chest when he took off his coat.

You and Sunghoon hadn't slept together since school started, and it was starting to upset you because you hardly got to see him over the summer, too. He was busy with his internship most of the time, and then when you two went to Bora Bora with Heeseung, you barely had any privacy to start anything with him.

"Can I?" He circled his arms around your waist to pull you closer. His voice dropped to a murmur when he added, "I think I'll be really tired later, so..."

You swallowed thickly. That could only mean one thing, right? You hoped you weren't getting your hopes up over nothing. The scalding knot in your stomach grew tighter when you felt his body press against yours.

"Yeah, I still have your pajamas," you said, "and your toothbrush is still in my bathroom."

After leading him to the couch, your boyfriend gave you a foot massage while you told him about your day. You admitted to feeling lonely, and Sunghoon apologized with a frown, although you weren't feeling hopeful that he would do anything about it.

"Is it school that's stressing you out?" he asked in that ever-so-tender voice that made you melt. "Is it The Order? You don't have to try so hard, you know?"

"They only take fifteen people," you replied. "I can't be sure one of them will be me."

"Better you than anyone else. I thought you said you were getting close to Jennie."

"I am, but"—you sighed—"I just feel like I'm gonna blow the interview. What am I gonna do when they ask what I wanna do with my life?"

Sunghoon gave you an odd look, as if the answer was as clear as day. "Tell them you're taking over Mercy West."

"But what if I don't want to?"

"Why wouldn't you want to?"

Because I'm not you, you thought. Because my aspirations aren't living up to my dad's expectations.

Instead, you settled for saying, "I think I'm just stressed."

"I know it's hard." He was nodding in understanding as he pressed kisses to the top of your head. You were so wrapped up in your own head that you hardly noticed some of the tender pecks. "I almost gave up on trying to be my dad's favorite."

You frowned. "Did Sungjin say something again?"

"He's just being a dick like always, but enough of that. Is everything alright with your parents?"

"They're the same as ever. I see mom, like, four times a year—unless she decides she wants to fly me out somewhere—and then dad's always too busy to be around. At least now I can live alone and go see them whenever they're around."

Then, the strangest words came out of Sunghoon's mouth, and he said them as if he was in some sort of dreamlike trance. "What if we just ran away together?"

"We could," you replied, entertaining the idea. "Buy a house in Iceland. Raise a couple of dogs together. We could start our own business or something."

"What kind of business?" He hummed as he thought. "Ah, we could make friendship bracelets."

You barked out a laugh. "Friendship bracelets? That's a business?"

"Yeah, you used to be really good at making them. I still have the one you gave me."

"You do?"

"It's not on me because I'm scared of losing it, but I've kept it in a box at home. Still fits like a charm."

You smiled at the memory, thinking back to the days of your youth when you stayed up all night making those bracelets for him and Heeseung. You thought you had unlocked some sort of hidden talent back then (especially after Heeseung went on and on about how he had never seen such a well-made bracelet, which you realized later was probably the first friendship bracelet he had seen). You didn't realize back then that you wove Sunghoon's with special feelings in each strand.

Sunghoon then proposed watching one of the cheesy reality shows you were addicted to. His hands were wrapped securely around you, and you settled comfortably in his chest. The both of you laid there well after the show ended and your TV screen turned off.

"I missed you," he murmured into your hair.

"I missed you, too—so much."

He was stroking your cheek gently by now—soothing circles that almost lulled you into a trance. The unsteady breath you drew in was almost pathetic.

"I'm so tired of all the arguments."

"I don't wanna fight with you, I just—"

"I know." His hands moved up to cup your cheeks, supporting your jaw enough to tilt your chin up higher. His gaze ran over the curve of your lips before he inched closer. "Let me just make it up to you, okay?"

You could only nod, dazed, before Sunghoon pressed his lips to yours with fervor.

His fingers were lost in your hair while your hands gripped the front of his shirt. Your lips succumbed as soon as his tongue prodded at your lower lip, begging for more. Sunghoon didn't seem to have the mind to take it slow; he wanted everything you offered—all at once. The way his hands dropped to your hips to grab you and pull you to him made you believe he would've ravaged you if he had less patience.

He was like a storm. You could hardly keep up with him, but you wanted more. With a broken whimper against his lips and your fingers now unbuttoning his shirt, you completely forgot where you even were as he cupped your breasts with little restraint.

Each kiss felt like he was breathing life back into you. You had yearned for him to hold you like this for so long, and your relationship was starting to feel hopeless once all the constant fights were going on. Now, finally, it felt like that spark was back.

"Sit up," he ordered in a low voice, and you had no mind to question him once you felt his bulge pressing against your thigh, "and take off your shorts."

Was this really happening? You almost always got him off first. He always returned the favor afterward, of course, but this was a shocking development.

But you weren't complaining.

You didn't break eye contact with your boyfriend as you sat back on your white couch, shimmying off your satin shorts before you did so and discarding them. Five grand and soft fabric, but you didn't even care if Sunghoon was about to ruin it.

His gaze was hungry. You had to pretend your veins weren't melting at the very look in his eyes, and, oh, how they darkened at the sight of your bare thighs pressed together.

Sunghoon rolled his sleeves up and then unclasped his watch in a single motion—without even looking at it—and tossed it aside without a second thought. It was the watch his father had gotten him for his eighteenth birthday. The forty grand watch his father had gotten him—laying on the ground.

His hands pushed your legs apart, rubbing your thighs up and down before his fingers teased the band of your underwear. He snapped it playfully, causing you to press your lips together tightly. You didn't dare show him a reaction in case he decided to tease you by pulling away.

But he didn't. He was too impatient for that now as he slipped his fingers past the band and tugged your underwear down to your ankles, keeping direct eye contact with you the entire time. You kicked it off your feet and watched as Sunghoon bent his head to kiss up your thighs.

Slow, open-mouthed kisses that left you biting your lip hard enough that you were almost afraid it would bleed.

"Please," you whispered once he reached the apex of your legs.

Sunghoon grinned up at you, all smug and cocky. The sight could've brought you to your knees if you were still standing.

"Anything for you, my pretty girl."

He moved your legs so that they were over his shoulders, and you leaned back so that you could hold onto the head of the couch. He pressed a hot kiss to your cunt, and you shuddered at the feeling of his soft lips.

He pressed a few more lingering, open-mouthed kisses to your pulsing muscle before licking a long stripe along your soaked cunt, humming inquisitively with an almost insufferable, teasing lilt.

You gasped at the contact, arching back against the couch as Sunghoon flattened his tongue against your folds and continued lapping at your arousal. You felt like you were floating elsewhere, unable to come back down to reality.

It was almost painful how turned on you were. You nearly cried out when his tongue ran over your engorged clit—sore and throbbing from how badly you needed him.

Your soft, broken moans must have roused Sunghoon to push your hips down and start eating you out with sudden vigor. You felt sweat start to bead at the bridge of your nose, leaving a sheen across your flushed skin.

With the position you were in, you struggled to grind your hips against his tongue for more. You needed more. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, but you couldn't stop yourself from chasing your high.

"How good am I making you feel?" he asked in that silky, velvety voice of his.

"S-so good," you managed to get out through teary eyes. "I can't, Hoon, I—"

He shushed you with his lips still pressed against your cunt. His very breath traveled all the way up your spine, up to your already foggy brain and making it all the more cloudy and dazed.

"Cum for me, pretty girl," he murmured, and he plunged his tongue inside you with no mercy.

You felt like you had burst into flames seconds later. The pleasure racked your body in waves, nearly causing you to double over on the arm of your couch. You gripped the fabric tighter until you suspected you had plucked some loose strings right out.

You had no idea you were crying out in pleasure until Sunghoon was shushing you gently, moving back up right after your orgasm to hold you in his arms and kiss you with utmost passion. You were practically clawing at him, begging him to help you ride out your orgasm, but he wasn't listening.

You pouted, whining, "But I want more."

"Baby, it's late," he said, stroking your hair after he pushed the loose strands out of your face. "I promise we'll have all the time in the world to ourselves soon."

Although you were slightly disappointed, you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him hold you tight to his body. He knew that you liked to be a little clingy after intimacy, so even though you were upset that you couldn't pleasure him in return, you still wanted to be close to your boyfriend.

You let Sunghoon carry you to bed. He was always so gentle in how he laid you down properly in your queen-sized bed and tucked you in. Even though your eyelids felt heavy, you waited for him to change into the spare clothes he left at your place ages ago, and then crawl in next to you once he was ready.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the palm of your hand.

Sunghoon stroked your side gently, circling his thumb against your skin as he asked you, "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything," you replied too quickly, still clouded by love and the afterglow of your orgasm.

"Why are you still friends with Yuna?" His gaze was intense for a moment before softening again. "I don't think she's... good for you."

Soon after, hot acid roiled in your gut. The chill that ran down your spine felt like nails against a chalkboard.

Everything came crashing down.

"She's just gonna keep hurting you," he continued, carding his fingers through your hair. When all you could do was stare at him, Sunghoon took that as his cue to settle back into bed and nestle his chin into the crook of your neck. "Just think about it, okay?"

"Wait—is that why you came over?" you asked, hardly audible, and you weren't exactly sure if Sunghoon even caught your words.

"Huh?" He rubbed his eyes, his voice muffled with sleep. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you down by his side. "Let's just go to bed, baby. We can talk tomorrow."

Stiff and unwilling, your body hardly relaxed in his hold. You complied all the same, though, because your shock was so immense that no words came to mind. All you could do was close your eyes and will your tears away before your boyfriend noticed that you were crying.

Hysteria rose in your throat, but before the hilarity and absolute despair of the situation was about to overtake you, odd numbness filled your body instead.

You were questioning everything—questioning your feelings for Sunghoon, questioning his feelings for you.

And maybe those weren't butterflies in your stomach, after all. Maybe they were moths, fluttering erratically in the direction of a light that would only burn them.

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SUMMARY ▸ private investigator jay park just wants to complete his mission quietly and move on with his life. you, his new assignment who keeps consuming his thoughts, don't make that very easy for him.

[velvrei]

RUIN ME

summary: robby is cobra kai’s top male fighter. the reader is cobra kai’s top female fighter. thr two are rivals, but a snake sleepover at kyler’s and robby’s forgetful mindset seems to change that matter.

pairings: robby keene x female!reader (horribly written enemies to lovers)

warnings: smut, porn with a plot, enemies to lovers, mirror sex, unprotected sex (use protection my loves) choking, hair pulling, PDA, slapping, dirty talk, angsty smut

word count: 11k+ (non-edited work)

author’s note: this is my first published work on here but i have many others on wattpad and ao3. (users velvrei for both if you’re anxious and would like to check that out.) i hope you enjoy :)

You didn't see yourself as a negative person unless it regarded Robby Keene. You didn't get along very well with him. Something about him just angered you.

First, it started when he joined Cobra Kai. You had always been a Cobra and thought it was unfair for him to just switch sides as he did. Yes, he had a horrible home life, but you were petty and you wanted all your attention back.

Then, it continued as you interacted with him. Everything he did came off as cocky. He acted like a dick toward you. One time, you got chosen to spar with him and he did it, but every chance he could he took you down even if it wasn't a part of the practice. That little shit.

And now, your hatred for Mr. Keene only grows as he continues to run his life at your dojo. Kreese loved you, Terry loved you, hell even Johnny loved you when he was your sensei because of your awesome listening skills but now this new kid came in and stole all your thunder. What a bitch.

The only person who knew about your hatred was your best friend Tory Nichols. Despite the differences in humor she still slithered her way into your mind.

You walked into the dojo with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh my god, what did Robby do this time?" Tory asked, the sarcasm stung you, in a good way. "Absolutely nothing, that's the problem. I don't understand why he gets all this attention over being a Cobra, like who gives a shit!?" You rambled to her as you took a sip from your water.

Once you finished, "Yeah. I guess Sensei just wanted to take him in or something. He is Johnny Lawrence's son, after all, you gotta expect a little reaction from people." Tory explained, which just angered you more. You didn't give a tiny fuck if he's Johnny's son.

"Oh yeah, big whoop." Your eyes rolled, and just as they fell Sensei Terry and Sensei Kreese strutted out from the back room in suits and dress shoes. What the hell?

"Y/N, Robby, get changed and meet us in the car. We have work to do." Silver said, throwing a dress at you and a suit at Robby. "What..." You whispered as you checked out the dress.

Robby had the same reaction, but after he processed he went into the back bathroom. "I call the bathroom first!" You called as soon as he made it to the door.

"Hell no you don't," Robby snarled, opening the bathroom door and letting it shut loudly to purposely make you irritated. After a minute or two, he walked out in his white button-up and tie. He looked really bad. Kind of.

"Go ahead, don't take forever," He said, brushing past you as his shoulder hit against yours. You stood angered, shooting a crude nickname his way before moping off into the changing room. You deviously switched the dresses to the sexy black dress you left in your bag.

When you walked out, Robby, Sensei Kreese, and Sensei Silver were already in the car. You studied Robby's expression as you opened the door and stepped in. He glanced at you, eyes roaming up and down the dress attempting to ignore the fact that it perfectly hugged your figure.

Sensei Kreese started up his car, while Robby tapped his leg onto the soft car floor impatiently. "What are we even doing out of class anyway?"

Silver's answer brought you back to reality. "We are going over to Daniel and Johnny's dojo. I want to formally apologize but in a way that shows I'm better than him." Sensei explained, glancing back at the two of you in the rearview mirror.

"You said Daniel and Johnny's dojo, right?" Robby said, his tone full of worry and anger. Your eyes rolled themself as you looked out the window, trying to drain out the complaining.

Of course, Robby had to ruin it only a couple of minutes later. "Y/N." You gave him a disgustful stare, his eyes meeting yours in intimidating eye contact. "We're here. Now get the fuck out before Kreese yells at us."

You had absolutely no idea why Terry needed to brag to Daniel about how awesome his dojo and students were, but who knows what could've happened if you cared enough to ask.

You went to open your door when Kreese opened it for you. He came over, "I don't know why he wants to 'apologize' so bad, but let's just get this over with or when we go back the dojo will be in flames." Kreese shared with a laugh.

You gave him a small chuckle then followed Sensei Silver into the dojo, which was unusually outside. The dojo had many rocks that even you could admit were quite beautiful. You stayed back so no one currently in the dojo could see you, per Silver's orders.

You were now shoulder to shoulder with Robby, waiting for the signal from Terry or Kreese. He looked over at you. You noticed a slight change in his pupil size, they dilated slightly and went back to his normal size. Why did they dilate when he looked at you...?

"You good, Keene?" You asked him, that normally wouldn't be your style of language toward him, but he seemed nervous for some reason. "Yeah, I'm good. Why do you care anyway?" There he was. Bitch.

You gave him confused look. Before you could question him, you heard Silver mention his favorite students, followed by your name and Robby's name. You smiled over at Robby, noticing how he said your name first.

Your satin dress fit perfectly, tiny black straps resting on your shoulders, the bottom diagonally cut just below your thigh. Robby was in a matching black suit and tie. Of course, Silver was being dramatic, but you knew if you or Robby refused it wouldn't end well.

"These are my two best students." You had no idea where he was going with this. He continued talking about his dojo and how much of a success it was, and somehow lead to apologize to Daniel for what he did. You still had absolutely no idea, but you didn't question it. "Who will be competing in all valleys? Just wanted to let you kids know what you're up against."

When you entered, you noticed a boy with a large purple mohawk staring at you like he was the lion and you were the gazelle. Gross. When you went to leave, the same boy came up and grabbed your arm. "Hey, pretty lady."

"Hawk, leave her alone." A pale boy with black hair said, trying his best to intervene. "Demetri, back off." He spat. He turned back to you, "You've got like, the best ass I've ever seen," Oh hell no, "You'd be so pretty if you smiled." His words made you fucking angry. "You got a boyfriend? I mean even if you do I'm sure I'm way better than him," He said cockily, his eyes roamed your body as you could feel the anger build up inside of you. What an asshole.

You were tempted to do something about him yourself, but before you could get the thought out of your head you felt an arm around you. "Hello, my love, is there a problem here?"

You looked over and we were met with Robby's face closer than it had ever been. He gave you a wink. You tried to hide your confusion while he turned toward Hawk.

"Why is your arm around her?" Hawk questioned, he wasn't buying it. Robby snarled, "Cause she's my girlfriend?" You saw an older blonde man's head tilt at that statement.

"Ain't no way she's your girl." A taller boy with black fluffy hair chimed in. You gave him your cruelest look, then turned to Robby. "I am indeed his girl." You turned to the boy with the mohawk in front of you, "What was your name again? Pigeon?" You asked.

You heard snarls from the inside of the dojo while you walked off quickly, Robby's hand in yours. When you turned the corner you quickly let go of his hand. "I didn't need your help. I could've handled that myself. But thank you." You scoffed, getting back into Silver's car.

Robby held back his anger before getting in on the other side. You both silently waited for both of your Senseis, the tension between you and Robby so thin you could cut it with a butter knife.

He cleared his throat, "Why are you such a bitch to me?" At first, you thought you hadn't heard him correctly, but when you realized he had actually said that you made sure your shock and anger were clear in your expression. "Excuse me?"

Both of Robby's eyebrows raised, "I've been nothing but nice to you," That was a lie, "And you just treat me so horribly. It makes no sense."

You sighed, trying to control some of your anger. "I am only a bitch to you when you are to me. So maybe if you weren't always such a selfish douchebag all the time you'd get some amiability." Robby saw how angered you were by the question and somehow just found it funny. He really is a dick.

Robby was unable to bicker back when both of your Sensei's opened the car door on each side. "So unbelievable!" Terry shouted, swinging his leg and body inside.

The ride back to the dojo was silent except for Terry. Once he started ranting about something, it only stopped when the subject was changed but if he felt like it, he could be on that annoying topic for hours.

Even though the visit was brief, it was eventful, not for the tournament but you and Robby. When you were alone in that car with him, your hatred changed, and the tension that was once conflictual became suggestive. You couldn't believe how quickly your relationship with Robby could change from only your perspective, but it did. You hated it.

When you arrived back at the dojo you walked in first, desperate to get away from the idiot that was Robby, you grabbed your bag and without a second thought walked straight into the bathroom.

You assumed Sensei would continue the session after, so, you figured why not mess with Robby a little? You saw how amazed he looked when he saw your figure in that dress, so, let's make it better.

You quickly changed into a pair of gym shorts Tory had given you, she told you they'd make your butt look even better than it already did so you gave it a try.

You watched yourself in the mirror, scrunching up the long part of the shorts to make them shorter, then turning around and scrunching up the shorts around your ass to make your ass look better. Thank you, Tory Nichols.

You were just in a sports bra and figured that alone was fine, your outfit wasn't too random either sense your sports bra was black and the shorts were magenta, you left your gi outside of the changing room, so you would walk right past Robby when you went to get it.

Pulling open the curtain gained the attention of Tory, who just gave you a smirk as turned around and grabbed your bag. When you turned back around Tory had her jaw dropped and was almost more excited than you were.

You went to the back and placed your bag on the ground; you expected Robby to be training with the others, but he was there, bench pressing what appeared to be 135 pounds; you weren't surprised since you'd seen him lift higher before.

When you walked in, your gi was hanging up in the far corner, and as you went to get it, Robby naturally stopped for a drink of water, and of course, you walked right past him in those skimpy shorts. When you think about it, the situation was kind of hilarious.

When you turned to leave the room, you noticed Robby's eyes were looking somewhere else to make it appear as if he wasn't staring. You knew he was. Mission accomplished.

You walked passed him and his eyes caught yours as he took a sip of water. "Next time, don't be so obvious, Robby." He spat out some of his water, he knew you were bold but he wasn't expecting to be called out.

You walked out of the room with a proud smirk on your face. "Oh, god, what now?" Tory asked, taking a sip of water herself. You pointed to Robby, who was in the back nearly choking on his water, attempting not to make a mess.

"Damn, Y/N! You did that?" She asked, turning back to you. You nodded and hid your smile, "I caught him staring and I called him out," You spoke, your words sounding like gibberish because of how much you held back your laughter.

Tory began laughing with you. "Looks like you got him hooked. Whatcha' gonna do now?" You turned to Tory and simply smiled at her, "Absolutely nothing. It's his turn."

Later that day, Silver told you Robby had forgotten his bag and you were the one who had to drop it off to him because he was "busy". At first, you thought he was just mistaken sense you remembered him living at the dojo, but when he told you Robby had bought himself an apartment, you were beyond curious to get into his business.

Tory: bae getting that enemies to lovers trope

You: no gtfo

Tory: don't lie to me, yk if he asked you to make out and then be strangers for the rest of your life you'd say yes

You: girl

Tory: have fun ;) Practice safe sex btw

You: TORY.

You waited, knocking on his door a bunch as the indecisive male himself swung the door open in a frustrated manner. He stood shirtless, his body was toned, you stopped your eyes from traveling down to his hard abs, his shorts pulled slightly below them as if his v-line was glistening just for you.

He gave you a harsh stare, "Why are you here?" He didn't even seem to notice his karate bag hanging at your hip.

You threw it to him, "Here. Silver said you forgot it and told me to bring it to you. He was busy." You spoke quickly, going to walk away but were stopped by Robby. "Sorry if this is a bad time," You mentioned, pointing out his current tired state.

He sighed, "Thanks. It's fine, I guess. Are you going to Kyler's house tomorrow? He invited us all over to spend the night and watch movies." He asked, leaning in the doorway. Your lips formed a smirk when you caught his eyes looking you up and down.

You cleared your throat, "Kid's an ass sometimes but he sure knows how to have fun, so probably. Depends on how I'm feeling after practice tomorrow. Why you wanna know, Keene?" Robby zoned out, his eyes directly staring into yours as he suddenly remembered where he was and what you had said, "Just wondering, why you gotta make it weird, Y/N."

You shrugged, "You're the one who was staring." You gave him another crude look up and down before going to walk away. "See you tomorrow, Keene!" You shouted down the hallway as Robby finally shut his door.

♛

chat - queen cobras

the cobra kai dojo (no senseis)

tory ❌

so small change of plan bitches

there is no longer space in my car

someone else has to give y/n a ride

kyler💩

i'm not giving her a ride

tory ❌

correct you're riding with me

way to use your brain asshat

kenny🦶

💀💀 bruh

i obviously can't drive so

tory ❌

robby?

robby🧔🏻‍♀️

no.

tory ❌

bro robby

robby🧔🏻‍♀️

nope

kyler💩

canceling the party

kyler💩

gtfo no you aren't

robby come on bro

tory ❌

it's a ride it's not that bad

kenny🦶

pause.

kyler💩

what kinda ride🤓

tory❌

you guys are weird

don't leave me with them robby

just drive y/n it's not that bad

robby🧔🏻‍♀️

ugh

i hate u

y/n🤑🤑🤧

tory what the fuck

so i can't go?

tory ❌

only if robby changes his mind

y/n

robby pls

robby🧔🏻‍♀️

no ma'am

y/n

please bro

ill do anything

kenny🦶

pause

tory

now wait a minute...

y/n

STFU

robby

anything..?😏

y/n

gtfo

** later that day **

Somehow the gang had convinced Robby into driving you to Kyler's. It thankfully worked when Kyler threaded to cancel and never reschedule, we all knew he could never actually pull that off, but he bluffed it and it finally broke Robby.

There you sat in the passenger seat, awkwardly scrolling through Instagram as Kyler's house was almost ten minutes from the dojo. Music was playing quietly in the background as Robby used his left hand to turn the steering wheel, rounding a curb before changing the radio station a bunch.

"Nothing good on here," He mumbled, before finding a channel with some random country music. "Perfect."

You gave him the weirdest side eye before changing the channel once again. "Hell no. Now I know you're lying. No one actually likes country music unless it's a joke."

Robby smirked, "Maybe I'll be the first then. Country music is definitely underrated."

You scoffed, "Not even close. Country music is overrated and should not exist in the first place. If it's going to be country at least make it Like Bryan. That's the only good country artist. Or just don't play country at all."

Robby rolled his eyes before just silencing the radio fully, to stop the bickering. "Whatever. Always gotta ruin the fun."

"If that's what you call fun, then tonight won't be much fun because your bar is very low." You stated as Robby turned down Kyler's very busy street, and pulled into his driveway without a single bump or scratch.

You went to open your door after he parked but you watched as the lock came undone and still there was no movement from the door. "Shit, why of all days does it have to jam now. You're going to have to get out this way, Y/N."

Your eyes widened as you realized what he meant. He technically could've gotten out first and then let you out but this way would be more fun. You loved teasing him.

Your seatbelt was now undone, and you got up on Robby, swinging your leg over to straddle him. It was difficult for you both to maintain your composure while Robby was wearing only a black tank top and grey sweatpants. Once you realized what you felt, you ignored it. He stared at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks as you slung your other leg around his, got out of the car, and left him sitting there like a deer in headlights with his head back and his breathing heavy.

What the hell just happened?

ROBBY'S POV;

Y/N was on top of me, the way she looked down at me was, fuck, so hot. I hated it. She had to get out my way because my fucking door jammed, but honestly, I wasn't mad about it. I never realized how beautiful she was until now but I'd never let her hear me say that because she'd never let it down.

As she swung her leg around and got off the top of me, it was so difficult for me not to get hard, even if it was just a simple movement such as standing up. She started walking away and I took that as my chance to adjust myself so my dick wasn't noticeable, of course, she sends me into Kyler's house with a fucking boner as if she did it on purpose. Little snake.

I grabbed my overnight bag and all the stuff I needed before following her into Kyler's house. I walked inside closely behind Y/N, everyone already seemed to be there and Tory looked at Y/N wide-eyed before looking back at me.

"You guys took forever," Tory mumbled. I gave her an sarcastic laugh before setting my stuff down on Kyler's kitchen island. Kyler threw himself onto his dark brown couch, "So, we can do anything you guys want. The house is ours until 8 pm tomorrow."

I laughed and opened his fridge, I didn't give a shit cause Kyler didn't either, I've been to his house quite a few times surprisingly and he always had the best food. I hadn't been invited over for dinner much, but I took advantage of it when I was. Kyler's mom makes the best dinners.

I grabbed a Fanta and watched as Y/N spun around in the chair next to the kitchen island. "Grab me one." I rolled my eyes as I grabbed a second soda and threw it at her. She gave me a fake gasp, "Now it's gonna explode. Bitch," She mumbled the last part under her breath but I chose not to comment on it knowing it wouldn't end well.

"By the way guys, I invited Aisha. She's cool and she's technically still a Cobra at heart." Tory spoke.

I watched as Y/N's face lit up, "I miss Aisha, I'd never be mad at that." I tried my hardest not to look at her, but it still felt a bit awkward after what happened in the car.

"Where's your bathroom?" Kyler lead Y/N to the bathroom and as soon as Y/N was out of sight Kenny turned to me.

"So, Robby, you and Y/N make out yet?" Did I hear that shit right? I almost spit out my soda. I quickly swallowed, "How high are you, bro?"

Kenny laughed, "Not that high, yet. But it's obvious you and Y/N like each other. Hell, when you walked in here you looked like you two had just banged." Kyler and Tory both looked taken aback by Kenny's bold statement. Kenny noticed, "What, am I wrong?"

Tory laughed, still somewhat shocked, "No! Just didn't expect to hear that shit from you. Kids gotta point though," Tory agreed, as Kyler came back into the room.

"I could hear you all from the bathroom. You talk very loud. But I agree. Robby, you gotta make your move tonight. Just no sex on the family couch please." They were crazy. Right?

"I'm not having sex with Y/N on the family couch, Jesus Christ," I laughed, "Don't be weird you guys. I'm probably not going to have sex with her at all. Something awkward did happen in the car, though."

Kyler smiled, "Good! There was room in Tory's car, that was just our little push. So, what exactly happened between you two little lovebirds?"

SECOND PERSON POV;

When you dried your hands on Kyler's light blue hand towel, you heard bits of laughter coming from the main room. You began to listen, and heard Kyler not so nonchalantly holler and then a mix of gibberish-sounding words you couldn't put out from how far away you were.

You opened the door, the loud sound ruining your plan of sneaking up to hear their conversation. Goddamnit.

As you strolled back into Kyler's beautiful home, you heard Robby with a million-dollar idea. "Y/N, Hawk was being weird to you, earlier, right? When we were with Sensei Silver?" All you could do was nod.

"Ew! That bird? What'd he do this time?" Hawk had a reputation at the Cobra Kai dojo, he was known as a traitor, pussy, bird, and many other menacing nicknames that are probably best not to be mentioned.

"He was just being weird, like flirting but in a weird and unattractive way. It really wasn't that big of a deal, though."

Robby didn't care how dramatic it may seem but he felt his heart sink a little with how unbothered you were. That's a good thing, obviously, but also it wasn't okay, so Robby felt something needed to be done about it.

"What do we say about a little payback?"

♛

That's how the five, now six of you had your two cars parked and were at Hawk's doorstep, multiple packs of toilet paper and multiple egg cartons in hand. Aisha had joined and brought all the supplies on her way. It was perfect.

There you stood shoulder to shoulder with Aisha and Robby, egg carton in hand, as you all quickly threw a bunch of eggs in his yard and at his house. You turned to Aisha, "Aren't you and Hawk friends?"

She scoffed, "Eli and I were friends. After he turned into Hawk, he was like a whole different person. He thinks he's badass but in reality, he's just fucking ignorant. Then one day he told me he usually doesn't like big girls and that he caught feelings for me. I smacked him in the face and that was when I moved." You held in the urge to chuckle as the image of Aisha slapping the shit out of Hawk filled your mind.

"Damn, he may not be a badass but you sure are. Go to you for sticking up for yourself. However, I don't blame him for flirting with you. You're gorgeous. He was an ass, though."

Aisha nodded, about to give a response when Kyler gathered everyone's attention. "Okay, someone goes ring the doorbell and we'll all drive away." Kenny scoffed, "What if he has a ring camera?"

Kyler laughed and ran to his car, "He probably does, that's why I brought these. Which one of you daring souls would like to take on the challenge?" Kyler asked, holding up two Ghostface masks from Halloween.

Robby laughed before grabbing both and handing you one. He gave you a huge grin, before putting his mask on. Why the hell was that hot?

You put yours on and followed him up to the door as the others got into each car, ready to drive away Robby quickly rang the doorbell and you used some toilet paper to cover up the ring doorbell before sprinting as fast as you could back to Robby's car. You hopped in the back assuming the door was still jammed and tore your mask off as Robby left his on and quickly drove sped the road.

He tore his mask off, his breathing was heavy and you found yourself once again to Robby in a Ghostface mask, watching as he used one arm to steer and the other to throw the masks into the backseat.

Still, out of breath, he panted words that you could barely recognize, "That was fun," His chest was heaving as he turned back to look at you, tiny drips of sweat forming on his forehead as his eyes met with yours. "You still breathing, Y/N?"

You ignored how your heart skipped a beat when he said that, and then grabbed your phone and crawled into the front seat. "Totally. Back to Kyler's house, we go. Wonder what other ideas he has for us," You laughed, checking your phone to see a text from Tory.

Tory: we picking up some pizzas and movies while we're out. You and Robby can head back to Kyler's house and enjoy your alone time ;)

You hid your smile before typing a quick response.

You: thank you HAHA but make sure to look at my movie list I sent you earlier, all the good ones are on there

Tory: yes because I'm sure Robby would enjoy seeing you simp over Billy Loomis. Have fun babe not answering you anymore so you're forced to interact with him😘😘

You: fuck you

Tory: love you too

You: you're actually not gonna answer?

Seen 1m ago

God damnit, Tory. You clicked the side of your phone which turned it off and kept your eyes on the road in front of you. You felt Robby's beautiful hazel eyes gazing contently at you, you chose to ignore it and instead began speaking which caused him to stop staring, "Tory said they're picking up food and movies, and said we can just go back to Kyler's and wait for them."

Robby smiled and looked out the window on his side before turning back to you, "You realize they're trying to get us to hook up, right?" You started laughing, "Yeah I'm well aware. They're trying so hard, too."

After a couple of seconds of on-edge silence, Robby broke it by turning up the radio a little. "Let's drive around for a bit. They can wait if they have to," He spoke, turning the radio on before handing you the aux cord, "Sense you hate what I chose so much, put on your playlist. Let's see if there's anything good."

You smiled before purposely grabbing the cord out of his hand in an aggressive manner, and plugging it into your phone. He just shook his head and laughed, focusing on the dark roads before him. It was around 11 pm, and there were barely any cars out, which was expected considering how unpopular the roads near Kyler's house were.

You scrolled through each playlist that you had for each different mood, before choosing your main one and hitting shuffle. The song Slut Me Out by NLE Choppa began playing and you went to skip it but Robby stopped you by gently gripping your wrist. "This song's on there for a reason, let it play."

You gulped and nodded, the lyrics playing as Robby turned it up enough to the point where it almost hurt your ears, which was technically just the right amount.

After that song played along with a few others that both of you screamed all the lyrics to, he watched as you picked up your phone to check for messages and saw a Lana Deal Ray song had just started.

"You listen to Lana?" He questioned, his tone sounding very confused. You scoffed, "I'm surprised you even know who she is, yes I listen to Lana. This song is one of my favorites," You shared, as West Coast began loudly blaring. The beat that dropped on that song was sexy, the ending especially and it was perfect for you and Robby's current state of tolerable enemies and friends with tension.

He surprisingly knew all these lyrics too, and in this one, you could sing all of them without a second thought. As the chorus and small beat drop came, you felt your body get chills as it does every time, watching as Robby rested his head back onto his seat, lip-syncing some of the lyrics and shouting the others.

After that part kind of calmed, the next beat drop came just as fast as it left, the soft swing of the music making you feel like you were the queen of the world. It continued through and almost got to the part with the even sexier background music, you felt Robby's eyes intensely staring at you as if he was playing a scenario through his head. You didn't blame him, this song was heaven.

As the sensual part of the song began, you gave him a soft smile and rolled your window down so your hair was flying, he rolled down all the others including the sunroof, took your seatbelt off, and stuck your head out of the window. Robby watched and felt himself get hard once again but not by your touch, just at the sight of you.

You made sure to arch your back a little and scream the lyrics, holding onto the top of his car as if you needed leverage. Robby felt as if this moment was from a music video and you were the main actress the whole video focused on. You were mesmerizing.

He felt his cheeks were red and quickly turned his head to look away from you as you brought yourself back into the car and Robby pulled into Kyler's driveway. All the other cars already sat in the driveway. You grinned, "See you inside."

He sat there for the second time that day, his cheeks red, his dick hard and unsure of what the hell just happened and how you gave him yet another boner. You laughed to yourself and practically ran inside, opening the door and rushing over to Tory and Aisha to tell them all about what just happened.

After about twenty seconds Robby walked inside. At first sight, it once again looked like the two of you had just fucked, but this time it looked worse than before.

This time you looked over and Robby and could see his dick through his pants. You found it crazy how you could go so quickly from disliking each other to flirting constantly, but you honestly weren't complaining. You finally realize how fucking sexy Robby was, completely disregarding how you saw him as your karate rival not even an hour ago. That moment you just shared with him definitely made it difficult to go back to just that.

♛

After your eventful car ride with Robby, the group played a bunch of dirty but funny card games and ended the night with a decade movie marathon, where you watched two movies from a decade of your choice and then chose the better movie and went down the like to explain why, it was now around 5 am, still fully dark, which meant everyone was sleeping until you woke up with a dry feeling in your throat and a sudden need for water.

So, you left the huge fort you all had made and made your way to Kyler's kitchen, trying to avoid making any loud noises so everyone could get their sleep.

You grabbed a plastic cup from Kyler's kitchen cabinet, opened the fridge, grabbed the ice-cold filtered water, and poured it since Kyler said his tap water was disgusting. You filled your cup about halfway and quickly took a sip, noticing Kyler had a window above his kitchen sink and saw a kid riding his dirt bike in the middle of the night.

You laughed to yourself but your laughter quickly went away when you felt hands poking your sides and almost spilling the water you had just beautifully poured for yourself.

You turned to see Robby, and hit his shoulder, "You bitch, I almost spilled my water," You whispered yelled, before hitting his shoulder again and angrily setting your water down.

"Yes, 'cause you spilling your water would be the end of the world," He whispered sarcastically, before grabbing a plastic cup for himself. You watched as he reached around you, the veins in his hands flexing as he has each arm on each side of you, his front lightly grazing your back as you felt butterflies in your stomach and somewhere lower.

Robby poured his water from the filter just as you did, and removed all contact from your body so he was now fully away from you. "Why are you smiling?" You asked him, noticing his sly smile, wanting to wipe it off his stupid face.

Robby felt his strong demeanor slowly fade away as he saw your siren eyes, and heard what you finally said, "Stop smiling before I give you a reason to," It was cheesy, but still made his cheeks pink. You continued, "Are you blushing?"

He shook his head and suddenly felt embarrassed, "Hell no," He lied, you knew damn well he was and it was just getting darker. "Are you sure? You seem very nervous, or that could just be my imagination."

You brushed a piece of hair out of his face, before looking him directly in the eyes. "You're so pretty, you know that?" You dragged your hand from his hair, softly dragging down his cheek, and then on his chest. You felt how quickly his heart was beating. "Your heart is beating very fast, maybe you are nervous." You knew exactly how to push Robby's buttons and it absolutely infuriated him. Robby wasn't going to lie, part of the way you were speaking definitely turned him on. His cheeks were bright red.

That was his final straw, he pushed you to the inside corner near the fridge, holding your hips in place so you were pinned in front of him. "Quit acting like a bitch before I treat you like one." He kept his hand hard on your hip and brought the other hand to cup your face. You swallowed hard but wanted to remain in your teasing, ways, so you continued.

"You can be infuriating, Y/N. Maybe if you weren't such a selfish brat I would've liked you sooner." He huffed, his words fanning in your face, his lips millimeters from yours.

"So you like me? Took some guts to finally admit that. Took you quite a while didn't it?" Your eyes shot deeply into his beautiful green eyes that now seemed hazel due to the darkness. You saw how hot Robby was when he was mad. You made a mental note to push his buttons more often. He let go of your hips which would definitely leave some type of fingerprint mark, he downed his water and threw the cup into the dishwasher, walking back over to you before grabbing you by the shirt, "Lose the attitude before I fuck it out of you."

He walked back to the place he was sleeping, now leaving you standing there in your tracks like a deer in headlights. Your breathing was heavy and you were now definitely nervous about what came next. You couldn't wait to tell Tory and Aisha about this.

♛

When you woke up once again, it was almost 2 pm. You sat at Kyler's kitchen island eating a bowl of Fruity Pebbles, in the seat between both Tory and Aisha while the boys were eating in the gaming room near the back of the house.

You continued to take another bite and quickly finished it, "Something happened last night between me and Robby." After those words were said, both girls immediately gained a huge interest.

"What?!"

"You better start talking, babe."

You cleared your throat, "Well, basically I went to go get a drink of water around 4 am, and Robby apparently did too. And then I started teasing him because why not and then he kind of snapped." Tory's mouth fell open, "What kind of snap?" Aisha grinned, "Yeah was it like a sexy snap or a snap like where he forever hated you?"

You laughed before answering, "It was honestly both. But then after I teased him he basically pinned me against the fridge and told me to quit acting like a bitch before he treated me like one," After you said that both girls were extremely shocked and Aisha almost spilled her cereal bowl, "Oh there's more," You added with a laugh. "And then, after that, he said something like if you weren't such a brat he would've liked me sooner," You watched as the girls' jaws dropped wider, "And to top it all off, he ended it with Lose the attitude before I fuck it out of you. Which is my personal favorite."

Tory spit out her cereal and milk that time and began laughing with Aisha at the incident but then remembered why she did that. "Jesus Christ! I didn't know he had it in him." Aisha commented before Tory nodded, cleaning up her mess. Tory quickly moved on, "So, you gonna let him do it?"

"What let him fuck my attitude out of me? Hell yeah, just don't know when. I'll just continue teasing him and let him make the move when he wants." Aisha and Tory both nodded, quickly changing the subject as the boys walked into the same room.  Tory and Kyler have each other 'the' look as Robby walked to the sink to grab a glass and get some orange juice out of the fridge.

Robby's eyes met yours as you went to take another bite of your soggy cereal, watching as he eyed you up and down and slowly took a sip of his juice, staring into your soul before walking back into the game room with the guys following closely behind him.

You all started laughing after hearing the door loudly close.

The sleepover was definitely fun, and extremely eventful. You and Tory were the last to leave Kyler's house around 7 pm when Kyler came out of his room. "Uhh, Y/N, Robby forgot his overnight bag. Could you bring that to him?" Kyler sucked at hiding his smirk and laugh knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Is this-" Before you could even finish, Tory interrupted you. "Yes, this is our way of setting up you and Robby. Now go get your dick, babe. I'll be in the car in a sec." She said, basically pushing you out of the door.

After about a minute, she walked out and hopped into the driver's side. "Okay, the plan is, you're going to Robby's, and I'm not coming to get you for a few hours, so, just hang out at his place for a little."

You went to argue but she just shushed you, "Nope, not a word. Even if you don't want to fuck him that's fine do what you want babe but you need quality time with him, and this is the push you need. So make the best out of it. You only live once my love," She said, putting on her makeup in the mirror as she still somehow drove perfectly.

You watched as she applied her mascara, "Where are you going all prettied up?" Normally if it were one of your other friends you'd hate asking that but you knew Tory, she wouldn't put in the time and effort of doing makeup because she usually hated it, so when she did it, it was rare and for a good reason.

She smiled, "I have a date. I'll text you when I'm done so you know when I'm on my way. Or I can just drive your car over. Whatever works best." Somehow within your short conversation, she was already at Robby's apartment complex.

She blew you a kiss goodbye as you got out and grabbed Robby's duffle bag from the back, swinging it around your shoulder and walking into the building. Once you got to Robby's room you knocked on the door a few times as you did last time, so he knew it was you. He swung the door open, and didn't seem too thrilled at first but lightened up when he saw his bag." Y/N. I didn't even realize I forgot that until now." You gave him a small smile, "Yeah, Kyler realized and sent me here. Sorry if I once again have horrible timing."

He smiled and looked at the ground, "That's okay, you're not interrupting anything," Where did this nice guy come from? "You can come in if you'd like."

You accepted his offer after remembering what Tory had said and went inside, he closed the door and then walked into the kitchen which was visible from the front door.

He grabbed a glass and then another, "You want anything to drink?" No seriously where did this gentleman come from, not even 24 hours ago he had you pinned against Kyler's fridge and was threatening you with a good time. "I'm okay, thank you."

It definitely felt awkward, those moments you shared running through your head as Robby sat down on the couch not too far from you. You didn't know what to say or do, or if you should try starting a conversation. That's when you knew this was painfully awkward.

Robby cleared his throat, thank god, "You wanna watch a movie? I have a lot, you can choose." You gave him a smile for saving the awkwardness, "Sure. Let's see what you got."

After a surprising few minutes of scrolling, you decided on the category of marvel and let Robby choose which movie. Whatever movie he chose would say a lot about him, so when he chose Thor Ragnorok you were definitely thrilled.

As the movie began to play, Robby turned to you, "Are you cold? Would you like a blanket?" His offer seemed like he was being sweeter than normal, and it made you curious, but you weren't complaining. That kid was being nice.

"Eh, not really but I probably will get cold." You admitted with a tiny laugh as Robby grabbed the fluffiest blanket you had ever seen off of his other couch. He sprawled it across you, only leaving a little to himself as the movie began and you couldn't wait for cause that was definitely one of your favorites.

A little after half into the movie, you felt Robby's eyes on you. He was staring, the same way he did during your little detour from Hawk's house. This time, instead of ignoring it, you looked over at him.

"You know, Robby. I notice you staring at me. I just don't say anything." You mentioned, and he felt his cheeks go bright pink as they had many times the day before. Robby seemed embarrassed as if his whole nice demeanor disappeared cause of what you had just said. You didn't even say anything wrong, Robby just hated being called out.

"Sorry," He grumbled, turning back to the movie. 'Don't be a bitch.' That was what you wanted to say, but you kept it in for now knowing it would probably not end very well for you.

After another 5 minutes, you began overthinking the whole situation and making yourself angry, thinking about all the times when he had teased you and you said nothing about it, or when he would be mad at you for no reason.

You turned to him after a good few minutes of thought, "Robby, what the hell is your problem with me? Like why does everything I do make you mad? I'm not even intentionally doing anything at this point I'm just being myself and for some reason, that seems to make you-"

"I don't have you Y/N, you just make me so mad. You act like a bitch and then fucking tease me or whatever the fuck that was yesterday!" Robby shouted, standing up. There goes nice Robby. You knew something was up.

"I do not act like a bitch! It's all fun and games but clearly, you can't handle that."

"No, apparently I can't! I'm sorry for not liking when my fucking friend or enemy or whatever the fuck we are confuses the shit out of me to the point where I'm literally questioning myself! You act like the whole work revolves around you! Maybe if you didn't act like such a slut all the time I'd be able to" And there it was. A loud smacking sound on Robby's face finally made him shut the fuck up.

"Never speak to me like that again." Robby felt more angered, but also a little turned on with how hot you looked right then.

"What if I-" Smack. Again, and this time he felt less angered and more turned on over anything. "Y/N..." The way your name rolled off his lips so smoothly, made you get butterflies. Smack. You smacked him once again just for fun, not as hard but after that, he began to lean in toward you. So you stopped him, grabbing his neck and bringing him closer to you.

"Okay, I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," He spoke just above a whisper, voice cracking due to your hold on his neck.

You sat a couple of seconds and considered excepting his apology, and when you let go he almost instantly grabbed you and pinned you on the couch, wrapping his hand around your neck. "Had to switch it up. I like it better this way."

You tilted your head back slightly and your mouth slowly fell open, the need to breathe leaving your mind because of how turned on you were. You could sacrifice a couple of breaths if that meant being choked by Robby Keene.

His taunting words somehow made you wet, and you knew you were in for a long night of fun and trouble. Robby kissed your lips with his hand still around your throat, then began placing wet kisses along every part of your skin he could.

His breath was heavy on his hand and the part of your neck that was uncovered, "Can I?" He asked carefully, tugging at your top. When you nodded he wasted no time and brought it above your head practically ripping it in the process.

He continued kissing down your chest, slowly loosening his grip on your neck and then letting go completely. The sight of you in just your bra made him even harder as he continued down, noticing a drawing near your rib. "Is this.. a tattoo?" His words were slow as if he was contemplating whether or not he should ask his question. You laughed before running your fingers through his hair, "Yes, love. I got it not too long ago, so be gentle, there." Those words turned him on more than they probably should've, but he was too flustered to complain.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust and want. He continued once again to kiss down your stomach, you could tell the tattoo made him even more of a horny animal, and you were excited for him to see the others you had sprawled around your body. "Can I take this off?" His consent was very attractive, even though it was indeed the bare minimum the way his voice was perfectly raspy made it ten times sexier.

"Knock yourself out, baby."

The sudden use of pet names made his pants tighten. He sharply inhaled before skillfully undoing your bra with one of his hands and letting it drop along with his jaw when he saw the second tiny ink drawing just below your breast.

"Got a bunch as soon as I turned eighteen. I have more if you wanna see them," The breathy sound of Robby led you to believe this man had a tattoo kink, so you did the expected, "Robby, do my tattoos turn you on?"

It made your heart flutter realizing how quickly Robby can switch from dominant to submissive, you didn't know what would happen next and you loved it. It was exhilarating. Robby held in his need and looked up. "Yes, they do. A lot." You laughed. "I could tell. Don't be embarrassed. 'S cute."

He quickly forgot what had just happened and continued his painfully slow teasing. He kissed down until he got to your pants, then asked once more if he could remove your clothes, to which you replied yes, and when you did he tore it off as if he was a hungry animal. It was fucking hot how eager he was.

After removing your bottoms, he grabbed both of your thighs, squeezing them and then slapping them until he was satisfied. He took off your underwear after asking for consent and hearing and seeing your answer and aggressive nod. He slapped your thighs once more before tightly gripping them and throwing them over each of his shoulders.

He left no time for hesitation, he licked a long stripe up your clit, your moans motivated him as he messily continued, he couldn't even compare to how good you tasted.

Your moans loudly filled up all the sound space in the room, feeling the sudden need to squirm as Robby stuck a finger inside of you and he continuously flicked your clit with his tongue. Swear words and gibberish nonsense fell from your lips as Robby pumped his finger in and out of you, your toes curling and your head practically throwing itself back.

Robby looked up at you with a lustful look, "Right there?" He asked, holding his finger at a spot he somehow knew would make you go feral. "Oh my god, yes!" You shouted, his name falling from your swollen lips over and over.

"Does It feel good, baby? Let me hear you." You bucked up your hips but were stopped when Robby held them against the couch. "Use your words." His mean tone turned you on, even more, the struggle to move made you hornier by the second.

"It feels so good, Robby, don't stop. Please." He smirked to himself before continuing. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head. "Look at me, Y/N. No one coming but you."

His snarky comment makes your legs shiver, every ounce of your body feeling numb as you looked him directly in the eye, squeezing a handful for some sort of a release sense you'd be reaching yours soon. "You gonna come, my love?" Robby's soft words made you shiver, "Yes, Robby, oh my god."

You couldn't believe Robby Keene was right in front of you, watching you orgasm for the first time, it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. The white liquid kept spilling out of you, it finally stopped but your legs continued to shiver as Robby wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. At the sound of it, it may have sounded weird, but in person, it was fucking hot.

His smile was cheeky but bright and it made your stomach gain butterflies, he came up to you, and grabbed you by the neck, bringing your upper half slightly upwards. "I told you to look at me, babe." His words were stern, and they made you hungry for more. "I'm sorry, I promise I'll listen next time."

He let you off with a small warning before letting go of you, then standing up completely and then walking into his room. After a couple of seconds, he shouted for you, "Y/N, come here!"

You basically ran into his room regarding how excited you were, and when you saw him standing in front of his mirror, hand on the desk as he leaned his body weight on it, just staring at himself in the mirror. The mirror was right next to from the wall his bed was up against, next to the door. The mirror was huge, definitely more than a make-up stand type desk as if it was used for something else.

You stopped at the door, but he signaled you over with his two fingers before mumbling a 'come here.

You walked over to where he was, and he quickly moved your now messy hair away from your neck and slowly began kissing it before whispering something that at first sounded like gibberish, "Look at yourself."

He looked up and look at your gorgeous face through the mirror, "You're going to watch your face, as I fuck you senseless in this mirror. Mkay?" His soft tone sent shivers down your spine and made your knees weaken.

"Undress. Tap my arm a few times if it becomes too much. You're okay with this right?" His demeanor shift made you fall for him even more, even though it technically was once again the bare minimum you still were about to melt.

You nodded, "Use your words, beautiful." You began to strip and then corrected yourself, "Yes. I'm okay with this, please just, touch me, Robby." When you finally undressed, "As you wish, my love." Robby was already shirtless so he took his pants off and went to take his boxers off but you stopped him before he could.

You undressed him yourself, pulling down his boxers in a teasingly slow manner, looking him in the eye in the most sensual way possible, you knew it would make him nervous. He looked back at you; you noticed how he struggled to stare back until he looked away. "You nervous, baby?"

He turned you around and lightly wrapped his hand around your throat, slowly increasing the pressure to the point where he almost cut off your airway but not completely.

"I am not nervous," His two fingers went straight to your clit and began to rub fast circles, "Stop treating me like I'm your bitch. Now watch yourself in this goddamn mirror while I fuck you until your legs are shaking." You wanted to give him a sassy remark but the hold on your neck stopped you from verbally communicating.

Robby's lips latched onto your neck as he slowly moves his fingers, then places a line of kisses along your shoulder as he continued his assault on your clit, "That feels good, baby?"

"So good, fuck," You moaned under your breath, your legs beginning to shake and squirm as you felt Robby's hands remove the contact from your clit. You were frustrated at first but held in a gasp when you felt his tip at your entrance.

"You ready, baby? Remember you can back out at any time." His offer sounded nice but getting fucked by him sounded even nicer, so you nodded and followed that up with the verbal confirmation he loved so much, "Yes, Robby. I'm ready."

He nodded and slowly pushed into you, a breathy moan fell from in between his lips as a whimper left your mouth. You felt as if your body was being stretched out, the feeling was ethical. You felt as if you were in euphoria and you hadn't even reached your high yet.

Robby moaned, "Can- I move?" His whisper sent shivers down your spine. You moaned out a loud yes, as Robby pushed himself in, then pulled out and aggressively thrust back in again.

You carefully watched his face in the mirror, his face of pleasure blessing your eyes as the sounds he made blessed your ears. He used his other hand to grab ahold of your breasts, squeezing and massaging them roughly making the pleasure absolutely insane.

A breathless scream tumbled from your lips, the sounds you made rarely being heard as his grip tightened on your neck. Robby caught his lower lip in between his teeth as he watched you in the mirror. Your beautiful fucked out expression, the soft sounds that left your lips, and how your walls felt around his thick cock would've been enough for him to come in his pants.

He watched in the mirror as his dick slipped in and out of you, the sight alone could've made him finish. Your eyelids felt heavy and you struggled to watch yourself as Robby has so demandingly ordered, you knew if he caught you with them closed you'd get a consequence.

However it was very difficult not to squirm or clap your eyes shut, the pleasure you were feeling was unmatchable and it made you tingle. Robby repeatedly hit your g-spot, the feeling becoming almost too much to the point where your eyes fell closed.

He removed his hand from your throat before grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your head back. "Keep your eyes open. Guess you don't know how to fucking listen." His stern tone made you ache, you suddenly clenched around Robby and he let out a throaty laugh, "You like when I speak to you like that, huh? Fucking whore."

His words affected you in ways you never thought he could, but he just kept going, making you weaker and weaker as your legs slowly began to feel like jello, "Fucking look at you, baddest girl in the valley. Do you think Sensei'd like to know that his toughest female fighter is getting fucked and degraded right now? By his strongest fighter? That'd be a real conversation, wouldn't it." His cocky words made you so close to your high and yet you didn't release.

A scream tore from your chest as you slowly felt your release getting closer and closer, your legs now completely shaking as Robby moved his hand from your throat to your clit fibbing quick circles after noticing how close and desperate you were.

"You're gonna come, baby, I can feel it. You feel so good, fuck, it's so hard for me to function." His slight praise carried you on longer, you needed something more just to push you over the edge.

As if it were on cue Robby yanked your head back once again, the inflicted pain forcing you to scream and moan at once which was followed by a few swear words. You repeated his name many times as you felt your body get pushed over the edge. The euphoric feeling gave you goosebumps, the warmth of your bodies mixed together almost threw Robby over the edge, but just as you did, he needed a push.

You kept yourself moving even though Robby's thrusts were overly aggressive and just how you liked it, he looked down and watched your ass bounce with each thrust and then watched your pretty orgasm face in the mirror, which finally brought him over the edge too.

His mouth practically spilled with moans, grunt and whimpers for when the pleasure became too much to handle. "Holy fuck," His choice of words was funny looking back on it but in the best of the moment you didn't laugh nor even pay attention to his words, you watched his face. You could've easily came once more just at the sight of his orgasm face.

You felt his cum shoot inside you, his dick twitched as he practically screamed and continued to move in and out of your tight cunt. "Fuck- fuck- you're so- so tight," He panted, his high staying longer than usual which made him shake and squirm. "Not so tough now, are you pretty boy?" Your words made him cum even more inside of you, your words clearly affected him so you took that as an advantage.

"Wonder what Sensei would think when he found out his right-hand student liked to be called a pretty boy in bed. That'd one interesting conversation, huh Robby?" He pulled his dick out of you with a slight chuckle, "Ha ha, so funny, using my own words against me."

He watched you limp over to his bed as he went into his bathroom and grabbed a damp washcloth and walked over to you himself, carefully wiping away any of the leftover white stuff and watching as your swollen pussy continued to throb. "Damn, didn't know you had the hots for me, L/N. We should do that again sometime. Maybe as more than just enemies, I guess."

You felt yourself laughing as you sprawled out onto his very comfortable bed, "You really think enemies fuck and then just go back to normal? Imagine how easy that'd be for people who don't catch feelings. I'm clearly not one of those people, so yes, Robby, I'd love to do it again and yes, Robby, I'd love to be more than just enemies. I hate admitting it but you are nice sometimes, and that's a great thing to be."

Robby nodded with a soft smile, "You're not too bad yourself, Y/N. I'm just happy we're getting along now. I had no idea how I was planning on getting that to work but I guess it just worked out itself."

You laughed before answering in a calm tone, Robby came to lay with you on his bed after shutting off the television in the living room. "Me too, Robby, me too."

♛

The next morning Tory had invited the whole gang from Kyler's party to Robby's new apartment to see what really went on the night before and to see if the tension and hatred were still there or if it had been fucked out.

Tory was completely correct though, she walked into a clean house but a messy couch, popcorn spilled a little, and a few pop cans sitting on the coffee table. "They definitely fucked." Kyler stated, walking further into Robby's home.

Tory laughed at his statement before quietly and carefully walking into Robby's room after gently opening the door, making sure you both were covered before allowing the others to see for themselves.

You and Robby were snuggled up in his bed, you'd head laying on his exposed chest and your arm sprawled around it, your top leg up and resting onto his legs. Robby was honestly a beautiful sleeper. Tory didn't notice, but Kenny did.

"How does he look so good when sleeping? I go to sleep and look like the Grim Reaper. God clearly has favorites." Kenny's statement made the rest of the group quietly chuckle which caused Robby to wake as you still sat sound asleep in his arms. His eyes widened when he noticed his friend group, "What the hell are you doing here?" He mouthed, not wanting to wake you from your precious sleep.

"We came to check up on you. Clearly, you guys had a fun night so we'll let you be." Kyler whisper and yelled, practically leaving Robby's house in a hurry, he was probably leaving for something important or just wanted to go home. Either option made complete sense.

Tory smiled at you even though you couldn't see her. She felt like a proud matchmaking mom, and nothing could change her feelings for you two. You didn't realize it at the time, but you'd be hearing a lot about what happened that night, especially from your teammates.

Robby made you both angry and happy. But the happy feelings were mutual. That was the best option in the end.

[thetxtdevil]

Citrus Apology

Taehyun x Reader

summary: Getting into an argument with a smartass is annoying but how can you stay made at the orange-loving man

content: mentions of arguing, bf/dom taehyun, gf/sub reader, angry sex, mutual masturbation, orgasm denial, riding, degradation, dumbfication, overstimulation

word count: 1.3k

the fruit collection

the space that held you and taehyun felt tense from hours of a loud argument, was now in a uncomfortable silence. you two love to test each other's knowledge and tend to get into banters, but today seemed to get into each other's skin and cause an anger-filled conversation.

he knows about everything but when you say something he disagrees with, you continue to think your way. eventually you try to prove he's wrong which ultimately becomes your down fall.

"i swear it was the other way around, there's no way" you ramble with a red face

"i'm sorry y/n, but you have to listen and understand that i'm just smarter" taehyun smirks

it wasn't that you weren't smart, taehyun fell in love with you because of your wit but he is too smart for your own good. usually you two would giggle it off but for some reason you had this burning rage crawling in your skin. you walk to your shared bedroom and decide it was best for you to cool down on your own.

an hour has passed with you sulking on your phone and terry doing who knows what suddenly he enters into the room. you pay no mind to the man and continue to stare at the bright screen. tae lays on his side facing you, in his hand he held an orange and starts peeling the skin. you try to ignore him but the scent of the fruit is enticing. orange blossoms throughout the room and oh how much he know you love the fresh scent of citrus.

you glance your eyes towards terry. your anger slightly calms as you watch his complexion, his body lifted by an arm which flexed his sculptured muscles, his jaw more defined as he chews the succulent fruit. you gulp down the hunger and look away as he turns his head towards you.

"you're going to leave a mess on the bed" you say in a serious tone

"no i'm not"

you take a deep breathe stopping yourself from snapping at him.

"i'm not going to make a mess with this orange"

"yeah i understood you" you roll your eyes

taehyun looks at you and you miss his smirk. god you look hot when you're upset he thought to himself. tae gets on his hands and knees crawling over his half eaten orange to hover over your frame. you turn your head trying to ignore his hot breathe and stare.

"i'm going to make a mess of you" stunned by his words to look into his dark eyes.

your gapped mouth shut by his lips. you were not going to put on your anger front any longer. you could not by the way taehyun's tongue tasted so sweet from the orange and the way his hands where caressing your thighs leading up to massage your tits. wasting no time he removes your shorts, rubbing your clothed cunt as you whine. he pushes the cloth to the side and fingers your soaked slit.

"do you get worked up by me being right as much as i get worked up seeing you wrong?"

"its the orange" you say, not letting tae be right again

taehyun smirks at your flustered and random answer. he then works his fingers in your heat. "a-hh, just like that" you moan as you reach over to untie his waistband of his short. hand diving into his shorts wrapping around his cock making the man above you shudder at the feeling.

three fingers slamming and curling into you while his thumb rubbed your swollen clit so nicely. he watches your knitted eyebrows and gapped mouth move with every movement he does. yet your were still able to flick your wrist jerking him off. your whole body shaking from the climax about to come.

"say that I am right, always" tae grunts into your ear.

you shake your head not agreeing to his command. right when the electric feeling in your stomach was about to make you cum, taehyun instantly pulls his fingers away from your aching pussy. you gasp at the lack of feeling making you stop your motions in his pants.

"you're stubborn aren't you?" his smug face taunting your fucked out one "you could just agree that i am always right, which i am, and i would've let you cum on my fingers"

"but you're not always right" you mumble

and with that comment lead you to have tae's slicked fingers in your mouth. "suck" he spat at you and you did staring up at him with puppy eyes. he tears his fingers away from your mouth and moves to the other side of the bed. he relaxes his body as if he were to take a nap. you look over in confusion a small "uhh"

he glances at you "you're going to ride my dick and tell me how dumb i make you feel"

you let out a sarcastic laugh at the man but how can you deny the offer to ride that beautiful erection of his. you slip you panties off and put your hands to his waist band flinging his shorts along with his briefs landing somewhere in the room. you crawl over taehyun and kiss him lightly on the lips.

"you're smart terry" you smile "and you are right about one thing"

"one thing?"

"that i am stubborn"

you straighten yourself on top of taehyun and slowly glide yourself down on the man's dick. humming at the satisfying feeling of being full you sat there for too long.

"if you're not going to say what I want at least move." taehyun commands you.

all you do is stare at him smirking at the little bit of desperation in his eyes. your smile disappears when tae's hip almost launch you out of your position. his big hands locked to your hips, he was thrust into like a ragdoll. eventually you get yourself together enough to bounce on his dick at the same pace as his thrust. when you did he moves his hands to take you out of your shirt. he watches your braless breasts bounce with your movements. in awe of your beauty and reaches to massage your boobs again.

losing strength quickly you lean body, your hands on his abs, drool dripping from your lips. tae pants at the sight, his thrust becoming rougher making you scream.

"say it"

nodding your head "you-u, are ah"

tae's hands are back on your hips and he stops his motions. you let out a bratty whine.

"say it"

"you're always right"

taehyun smiles and with a swift motion he flips the position, now hovering over you again. bringing back the inhuman thrusts, so hard you could feel it in your throat. you were screaming his name, clawing at his back as he watches his dumb slut get ruined by him.

"and... shit, you are hot... when yourrree right"

it took you every ounce of strength just to say that. eyes squeezed shut from an overstimulating pleasure. "tae,,," you pant out letting taehyun know you're about to cum.

"go ahead" tae grunts

he was trying his best to stay at his pace but your clenching around his cock was too much. your moans and screams were too much, and now the cum ring around his dick was enough to fill your insides. you moan as tae thrust slowly trying to milk every seed out of him into you. he pulls himself out to collapse onto you.

you smile, reaching over to his head of hair to stroke it. then you look over to you side to see the half eaten orange on the bed. you reach over to peel a slice and eat it. taehyun lifts his head to see what you were eating and chuckles at you. you grab another slice and stick it half way into your mouth and let tae engulf it to kiss you.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil 🍊

[certaimromance]

𝜗𝜚 A Lie Matter.

Spencer Reid x Prentiss!reader

Series masterlist | ONE | TWO | THREE |

Summary: All Spencer wanted was to have you back, but when it happens, it's the opposite of what he and you thought it would be.

Words: 3,6k.

TW: mentions of crime, trauma, death and pain (normal warnings in the series). so much spoilers for s6 and s7. the events narrated occur after emily's "death". so MUCH angst. read the dates carefully, especially the years, because there are some backward time frames that can confuse you if you don't pay attention!. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: Okay, if I apologized for the first part, I have to get down on my knees for this one, because it is even more bitter (sorry Emily and Spencer, too).

I ask you to put yourselves in everyone's shoes and refrain from hateful comments. The process of writing this was emotionally challenging for me because I recognize that everyone has a valid point of view.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

December 5th, 2010

Your brow furrowed as you opened a new tab on your computer and watched it freeze for a few seconds. You were not very knowledgeable about technology and thought that perhaps a technical analyst could be of assistance. You were somewhat surprised when you suddenly felt a pair of warm arms around you from behind the sofa.

On the bright side, it wasn't all bad. At least not if you had him on your side.

“Hey.” You said, smiling slightly as you felt Spencer rest his head on your shoulder. “I thought you were reading.”

“Yeah, but you looked really focused and I wanted to know what you were doing.” He replied, carefully sitting down next to you on the couch, not wanting to invade your space. You looked at him with some amusement. “I'm just curious.”

He gazed at your computer screen, his heart aching a little as he noticed you were browsing a travel site, exploring different destinations and planning your budget. Had you decided to leave? He wondered why you hadn't told him sooner. Were you planning to leave him?

“Are you planning to leave?” He finally asked, after a few seconds of trying to decide whether to pursue the matter further. “Did something happen?”

The question he really wanted to ask, and feared to ask, was: Did I do something?

But no, Spencer wasn't going to self-destruct or assume things this time. He trusted you and he trusted that you would tell him if something was wrong because that was the kind of relationship the two of you had built.

“It's my mother's gift to me.” You replied quickly, as if to avoid the subject. “For my birthday.” You added as you noticed he looked confused.

“A trip?”

“Yes, when I was younger, I wanted to see the whole world and my mother promised that someday I would.” You began to explain, trying to avoid his gaze at first so as not to show too much vulnerability. Suddenly he took your hand in support. “Since I was fourteen, she's given me a trip every time...she doesn't know that I don't even have that dream anymore.”

“What is your dream now?” He asked with a genuine curiosity that made you feel small under his gaze.

You paused for a moment and smiled at him. “Is it too cheesy if I say it's you?”

“It's sweet.” Spencer couldn't help but blush a little and let out a laugh and then get a little more serious. “What's your dream?”

It was a new question, so you weren't quite sure how to answer. It was unusual because no one had ever asked you that before, or at least not with such a genuine interest in your answer.

“Other than you? I think just peace of mind. Maybe a family, a dog, and a nice house. The usual.” You rambled a bit, unsure. “To be honest, I've had the same dreams as my sister all my life. I've always copied them, even the FBI idea. But we already know that didn't work out so well for me.” You faked a laugh and pointed to your leg.

You expected him to laugh, the last thing you wanted was a look of pity or a deepening of your childhood problems. But you knew him well enough to know that he wasn't the kind of person to let things go, he literally couldn't forget them.

“Don't feel sorry for me, please.” You said as you noticed how his caresses on your arm were getting softer and softer.

“It's not that. I just don't like it when you treat yourself badly.” He explained calmly. “You were good at the FBI anyway. You're good at everything.”

You let out a bitter little laugh. “I was only 'good' because my sister taught me how to fight. And without being able to do that, I'm no good.” You pointed with a smile on your face, not wanting to worry him. “But it's okay, you have the brains.”

“And you're smart, funny, pretty, and-” He started listing your attributes at a surprising pace, which made you stop him with a kiss.

He is deeply moved when he experiences the sensation of your lips on his. Your kisses always leave him feeling profoundly cherished. They are characterized by a gentle, soft, warm, and tender quality that makes him feel like he is the most precious thing in the world to you. It is enough to send an intoxicating wave of emotions through him, filling every inch of his body with warmth.

“Thank you.” You gave him a smile when your lips parted.

“I had a lot more to say.” He said, still a little flushed. He then tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, as if he wanted to see you better. “I could go on for days.”

You just smiled at him like you were head over heels, feeling like you could say 'I love you' right then and there.

But you didn't. Unfortunately, you were too afraid to do it that time.

March 29th, 2011

“Aren't you planning to eat?” Your sister asked you for the third time, taking a big sip of her coffee and looking at the croissant you still had untouched on your plate.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat and tried to cross your arms, but the wounds in your stomach still caused discomfort and you had to stifle a groan with a poor excuse. “I'm not hungry.”

Emily didn't say anything at first, just watched you, made you feel like just another criminal she was carefully profiling.

The two of you had been enjoying breakfast together at the table for several minutes without engaging in conversation. The dining room was peaceful, with only the sound of the clock on the wall to gently remind you that time was passing, whether you wanted it to or not.

And you really hoped the time would pass quickly so you could go home soon. But not fast enough for the people you loved to put you in the memory box that never opens.

“Can we have a normal conversation?” She asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

“I'm listening.” You finally make eye contact and stop looking out the window at the Eiffel Tower to look at her.

Then she gave that stern mother look, and you knew you were in trouble. “You have to eat. If you want, we can order something else.”

You didn't say anything, just looked at her tired face and sighed a little, feeling a twinge of guilt for not accepting her attempts to make the atmosphere more pleasant. You didn't know how to tell her that your frustration and pain went far beyond the physical, that it was something you felt in your heart and that no special food or doctor could fix. Everything was already taking its toll on you.

“I know this is tough, but please don't make it worse. I'm here for you.” She put her hand over yours and gave you a little squeeze, trying to show support. “We're in this together. You have me to lean on.”

You couldn't help but frown. Now she seemed so open with you, it was surprising to think of all the secrets she had kept from you before. There was literally a part of her life you didn't know about. She hid from you for years that she was on a covert mission, that she was babysitting someone else's child from afar, and that a terrorist was one of the ghosts that kept her on the defensive from everyone, including you. And none of that was the worst of it, because that place was occupied, because she didn't even seem to care how that affected you.

You had always been too much for everyone but Emily. She had always known how to carry your weight as if it were no obligation.

At least, that's the way it used to be.

“I know you miss Spencer. I do, too. But I promise you, he's fine.” She interrupted you when she noticed that your voice trailed off and your eyes glazed over, as if you were about to burst into tears just hearing his name. “He's safe.”

Mentioning him so suddenly was like walking through a minefield and hoping a bomb wouldn't go off.

“He thinks we're dead.” You said, feeling a chill run down your spine.

“And we both know why that is.”

“Yeah, but if...” You tried to start talking, but she quickly cut you off.

“Please don't start.” She abruptly put the cup she was holding in one hand down on the table and turned the other away from you. “We've been through this many times.”

Tick.

“But it's not fair.” You got up from your seat suddenly, feeling a couple of tears running down your cheeks and worry welling up in Emily. “It's going to be a month of this already.”

“We're not going back now. It's still dangerous for everyone.” She stood up behind you, trying to talk some sense into you. “We'll come back when it's time.”

Tock.

“And when will it be time? How much longer? You told me it would be a short time and now...” Your daily round of questions since you two had arrived there had begun once again.

“Please stop acting like a little girl.” Emily spoke up before she could think through her words.

Boom.

Oh, that was something your mother would say, not your sister. She would never judge you for being afraid and sentimental.

“Am I a little girl for wanting to know when we will have our lives back?” You asked after a few seconds to process her words. “I'm sorry, I don't have your mental strength to take it. I don't have a JJ to talk to and play online games with every time I drown in here. I don't have anyone but you, and I feel like you don't even trust me.”

The words had come out of your mouth without much thought, and you realized that they might have caused some distress when you saw her expression.

“I trust you, you're my little sister.” She came up to you slowly, trying to show you that what you said wasn't true. “I've known you since you were born. There's no one I trust and care about more.”

“And where was that confidence when you needed help?” The question came out of you automatically before you went to your room.

As soon as you laid your face on the pillow, you thought about how much you needed the people who were away at that moment, especially the one who was your voice of reason. You felt a certain longing for their presence.

September 21st, 2011

Spencer was frozen in place because you weren't there.

There was no trace of your presence in the room, and his heart threatened to burst with pain. His eyes were tired of desperately searching for you, and his mouth was tired of holding back questions about your whereabouts because the answer frightened him.

“I'm really sorry, but I've wanted to tell everyone the truth for a long time.” Emily said after several unexpected hugs and reunions. It was only then that her gaze fell on him. “Reid.”

“She is...?” His voice was cut off before he could finish his sentence. The mere possibility that his mind had been playing tricks on him all this time tore him apart.

“Alive.”

In that moment, all other concerns in his life receded into the background, including the intense discomfort in his hand. His world had once again come crashing down, and the pain he was experiencing seemed to lose its meaning in the midst of it all.

His heart seemed to start beating again after seven months of complete inactivity just by hearing that word. The few tears he had left moistened his eyes, momentarily blurring his vision and preventing him from seeing how everyone around him looked at him. Just one word kept going through his mind.

Alive. Alive. Alive.

You have been alive all this time.

“Where is she?” He asked instantly, anxious. He took another quick look around the room, but you weren't there. “Why isn't she here?”

Just from the apologetic look Emily gave him before she spoke, he knew something was wrong. “I haven't heard from her in almost two months.”

The sentence lingered in the air for a few seconds before it was processed. It was difficult to imagine that you would stay away from your sister for so long. That didn't seem like you.

“Why?” Penelope was so intrigued that she couldn't help but ask the question before anyone else in the room had a chance to. “Is she okay?”

The woman was clearly uneasy under the intense scrutiny of her colleagues, who kept glancing at her as if she were a ghost. “We had a disagreement, and she left. All I know is that she's here somewhere in the city trying to protect all of you.”

As it turned out, Spencer wasn't crazy. He really did see you on the street. It really was you all this time.

“I know this is a bad time, but I was hoping you could help me find her because I really don't know...” Emily tried to speak again, her voice cracking.

At that moment, JJ gently put a hand on her shoulder and approached the group, having spent several minutes in contemplative silence. “We've located her.” She noted respectfully, giving Reid a look that conveyed guilt and regret for what was happening. “And she is here.”

All eyes were riveted to the door of the room at that moment, waiting for you to be there to resolve some doubts and heal other pains. The hearts seemed to explode with the expectation of a new confrontation, of you being part of the miracle.

Because it was a miracle that you and Emily were alive, right?

“Hello.” Your voice echoed in the room and made everything fade away.

The mere sound of your voice, after months of hearing it only through old videos and voice memos, had Spencer leaning on the table with one hand and the other on his heart, trying to keep it from falling out of his chest.

God, you were there. Really there.

It was you again. Unmistakably you.

April 10th, 2011

“Hello?”

The telephone, which had been in your possession, suddenly became detached from your grasp and hung precariously close to the ground. You were overcome with a sudden rush of emotion, your body trembled, your breathing ceased, and your eyes brimmed with tears as you heard your boyfriend's voice.

“Hello? Who is this?” You listened as Spencer repeated when you had the strength to pick up the phone again and put it to your ear. “Hello?”

It's me, I love you, I'm sorry.

That's all you had to tell him, because it was the truth, even though he might not like it and it might ruin his day to find out about your charade. He had a right to know. Especially since he was the best thing in your life and you were the worst thing, causing him so much pain. You shouldn't have to be a psychic to know that he was suffering.

All those candid conversations you had with him about the challenges of losing loved ones were truly impactful. In a way, you were now one of the people he'd lost.

“What are you doing? Who are you talking to?” Emily's voice startled you, so you quickly hung up the phone, trying not to look suspicious. But she knew you too well to deceive her. “Please tell me you didn't do what I think you did.”

You didn't say a word, and that was enough.

“Please.”

“I was just thinking about what if. I didn't do anything, I didn't call anyone.” You raised your hands in innocence and walked away from the phone calmly because you knew you had already hung up. “I'm not a fool.”

That's nonsense. You were a fool for love and always have been.

Perhaps you loved too much, or perhaps you didn't love at all and just enjoyed the feeling of being loved. Your negative thoughts were causing you to doubt the reality of your experiences with Spencer. He seemed too good to be true, and you sought reassurance in his voice to confirm that you weren't losing touch with reality. The idea of trying to explain this to your sister made you feel self-conscious and a bit foolish.

“Okay.” She said in a calm tone, even though he didn't believe a word of it. She took you by the arm gently and spoke again. “I've found a store you'll like.”

You simply nodded and followed her because you felt it was important to avoid making it all about you.

September 21st, 2011

The person you had been waiting months to see had left the room upon seeing you, as if you were some kind of plague threatening to kill him. You felt a sense of loss, as if your heart had died in that instant, while you received the deep embrace of your older sister and the occasional dismayed look from the people who used to know you.

“You should go talk to him.” Emily said, her voice conveying concern and empathy, which caught you off guard. Her hand was still on your lower back, and it felt comforting.

You were at a loss for words, so you simply nodded and left the room to find him.

It was quite remarkable how you were able to locate his troubled figure so quickly after stepping out into the hallway. It seemed as if your intuition had guided you directly to where he was. You felt a pang of guilt as you noticed Spencer standing in front of the large wall with pictures of those killed in action, looking specifically at the lower portion where your picture was next to Emily's. It seemed somewhat incongruous that you were there, given that you no longer officially worked for the FBI and your death hadn't been in the field. However, you assumed someone had pulled strings to put you next to your sister.

“Spencer.” His name came out of your mouth slowly and painfully after you had avoided saying it for seven months. Your arms wrapped around him before you had a chance to think about what you were doing. You just wanted to feel him close and be reassured that he was real. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.”

He remained silent and still, seemingly unaware of your presence, as you clung to his body like a life preserver in the midst of a storm.

God, you needed him so much.

Just when you thought maybe he hadn't heard you because he hadn't even flinched at your voice, he turned away from you and spoke. “I've been looking at these pictures every day for seven months now, every time I pass by or get a chance to come by. I'm trying to convince myself that you were dead, really dead, and that I'm not freaking out already.” His tone was as cold and sharp as a knife edge. “And now you're here.”

As soon as you became aware of the absence of its presence, you felt a bit disoriented. You took a few seconds to regain your composure before you looked at your picture with a hint of disappointment and considered removing it from the wall, but you realized it was firmly attached and it might not be the most constructive approach. Removing it wouldn't address the underlying issue.

“I'm sorry, it wasn't my...just try to understand me.” You could only stammer at that moment, unable to excuse yourself.

“I can't do it. I understand Emily's motives a little better. She wanted to protect you, us, and herself. But you...” He paused, as if the words weighed so heavily that he needed to take a breath before saying them. “You knew when I was afraid of going really crazy, and yet you let me think I was losing my mind.”

His words had a profound impact, evoking a growing sense of emotional distress. You felt a deep sense of regret for causing pain to someone who had done nothing to deserve it.

“I know I hurt you, but I didn't mean to. I swear.” You spoke to him with a trembling voice, trying to control your need to walk up to him and take his hand in the same loving way as before. “I know you suffered, I did too, and I thought of you every day I was gone.”

He let out a short, frustrated sound and paced the room a few times before meeting your eyes again. You didn't need to take into account what the FBI had taught you about human behavior, because he went way beyond that and none of it was likely to help you now. You had gotten to know Spencer very well and had never seen him as upset as he was now. No manual could help you know what to do.

“I bet you thought about me and felt bad, right? But you know what the difference between us is?” His tone was harsh, but his gaze seemed so fragile it hurt you. “You woke up every day to an empty bed, and I woke up next to a grave. It could never be the same.”

Your lips were sealed because you knew he was absolutely right and nothing you could say would change that.

“Please, Spencer, wait.” You followed him down the hallway before he could leave and saw him stop to look at you doubtfully. You never before imagined that the one who used to watch you with such expectation and love was going to watch you as if you were a phony. “I love you.”

He frowned and lifted his shoulders. “It's too late for that.”

It is possible that it was.

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[creativesaturn]

What about a spencer date where you go read and he reads to you- just fluffy goodness

Summary: Spencer wasn't able to take you out, but the sound of his voice was enough.

Genre: Fluff!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 800+

a/n: I'm sorry this took so long! I enjoyed writing this so I hope this is okay :)

"Im really sorry I wasn't able to take you out..." Spencer spoke through his phone, apologizing for the moment he got a call about a case minutes before he was about to leave his apartment to pick you up.

You smiled at his voice. He always apologized for the littlest things, especially when they weren't even his fault. You knew how much he looked forward to the date, every day leading up to it he'd text you to see if you were still up for it. Your answer never changed.

"It's okay, Spence. I know you tried." You smiled, taking off your earrings in the bathroom mirror.

"I really did. I really wanted to see you again." His voice muffled through the speaker as the soft ruffling of fabric followed.

"Yeah? I really wanted to see you too." Your voice was soft, and to Spencer, he felt as if it was a texture, silky to the touch.

Silence fell through the phone, besides the sounds of moving and your dress rubbing against your skin as you unzipped it and let it fall to the ground of your bathroom floor.

Spencer had found comfort in your voice these past few weeks. Yearning to go home or take a step inside his hotel just to call you. When the calls go silent, he wishes you'd say one last word before falling asleep or having to leave the call.

He drags the calls on for hours, rambling or asking you questions you've answered in the past. Hoping you'd fall asleep before hanging up so he didn't have to. Hoping you'd open your eyes and see he never hung up, the sounds of his alarm are what wakes you.

You'd stay the rest of the morning in bed, talking to him before he had to leave for work. It was something you didn't realize the first few times, until you realized he had conditioned you to have the same sleeping schedule as he did.

"Do you read?" Spencer blurted, trying so hard to keep the conversation going without feeling intimidated by silence.

"Occasionally," You answered, "Not often though." You added as you stepped your foot inside the warm bath you had started earlier.

You let the warm water engulf you as you sat down, setting your phone on the ledge of the bath as you leaned back.

"What book are you reading?" You asked as the sound of a page flipping filled your hearing, as if he was loud on purpose.

"Rereading, The Fisher King." You could hear his smile as the words left his mouth, making your own smile follow.

"Read to me." You spoke, staring at the ceiling above you.

"Read--read to you?" He asked, wanting to be sure he heard you clearly.

"Mhm.. Please?" You hummed, looking at your phone as his name brightened the screen.

"Yeah, okay..." He nodded, flipping to the first page to begin his reading out loud.

You closed your eyes as his voice rang through your ears, comforting your thoughts. It was like a massage for your brain, your tensed body relaxing in the water as he read to you, annotating his own thoughts along the way.

It was the perfect date anyone could ask for. Sure, it wasn't roses and lit candles at a nice restaurant. But, it was a warm bath and a voice that you learned to call home.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[olsenmyolsen]

Bullseye

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Post Hawkeye (Deaf Female Reader X Kate Bishop)

Summary: Your cute new friend Kate learns ASL for you.

Word Count: 4.4K

Content None I think... just cuteness.

Two weeks ago, Kate Bishop saw you across the library.

She had just finished classes and was rushing to pick up a book she needed for an essay she HAD NOT started when she saw you.

She hadn't seen you around before, and Kate was instantly mesmerized by how your cute face scrunched as you kept your head low to read. Kate couldn't take her eyes away, and she got to see your smile when you enjoyed a particular moment of your book.

Kate loved seeing your smile and how your eyes lit up.

Kate looked at her phone and truly needed to find the book and leave now or never. But on that day, Kate Bishop was feeling bold. Blame on the need for a certain thrill since Clint took her off Hawkeye duties to focus on school, but Kate started walking towards you.

You, however, never saw or heard her coming. Not when she tripped over her own feet. And not even when she stumbled sitting down next to you.

You had no idea Kate Bishop existed.

Maybe you would have if you had your aids in, but they made you feel embarrassed and inadequate, something you've struggled with for years. Something a certain someone would help you with in time. But, for now, you choose to go without them 99% of the time.

So when Kate started with a simple greeting, that turned into an overcomplicated rambling where she gave you numerous unwanted compliments.

You didn't hear it.

In fact, you didn't even look over to the now slummed-over pretty girl with the blue-grey eyes until she slammed her head on the table in defeat.

The vibrations of the repeated knock of the head against wood alerting you.

You put a bookmark in your book before closing it to look around, hoping maybe someone lost their friend because you had no idea why she was sitting at your table.

But at last, no one had lost the captain of the archery team. So you waited for her to look up, hoping to get an answer, and when she did, you're lucky your mouth didn't drop open.

She was gorgeous. Stunning actually. You had no idea why she was sitting here, but now you didn't want her to leave. You were about to lift your hand when you saw her eyes open in shock before her pink lips started speaking a hundred miles per minute.

Too fast for you to keep up.

You tried to get her to stop, but before you knew it, the last thing you saw was her black ponytail bouncing away.

You didn't know what to make of the last two minutes, but there wasn't much you could do. So, with a frown and shrug of the shoulder, you returned to your book. Wishing you got a chance to say anything.

Exiting the library, Kate Bishop was red in the face. You had just sat there ignoring her as she tripped over all of her words and called you beautiful and babe within two sentences. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She wanted to stab herself with an arrow. Badly!

Kate shook her head because that wasn't even the worst part.

The worst part was when you finally looked at her. You acknowledged her. Kate was already embarrassed enough. So she apologized and claimed that she would never bother you again.

But yet here she was two weeks later. Spotting you from across the library just like before.

"Go!" Kate felt a nudge on her arm from her friend Laura Kinney—a fast friend of Kate after transferring from Canada a year prior.

Kate looked back at her friend. "Stop that! I'm not going." Laura rolled eyes. "You talked about this one chick not stop-"

"No! I talked about how I embarrassed myself once! You're the one who keeps bringing it up!"

Laura shook her head and nudged her friend again. "Go! She's cute, and if you don't go, I will." Kate turned her head to her friend, surprised, but saw that maybe her friend wasn't kidding. "Ugh." Kate turned back to look at you. "Fine! Okay! I'll try again!"

"Good luck!" Laura called out, knowing Kate would need it. Kate sent a thumbs up and did her best to calm her nerves. "Just apologize and don't ramble," Kate whispered to herself as she reached your table.

However, before Kate could do anything, you closed your book and turned away from Kate to put it in your bag—the action meant nothing to you. But to Kate, it would appear you didn't want anything to do with her.

That thought was further cemented when you got up without looking at her and started walking away.

Without realizing it, Kate began to walk after you.

Her walk turned into a quick jog when her brain finally caught up to what was happening. She was right behind you when she said: "Excuse me! Hi!"

Yet you kept walking.

Okay, the library is busy, and maybe Kate could've spoken up a bit louder, so she tried again, HOPING that you weren't actively trying to get away from her.

"Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I..." She trailed off when you kept moving forward, keeping your head staring straight ahead at the library's exit doors. Kate was growing embarrassed and did the one thing she could think of.

She ran ahead and turned around, stopping you in your tracks.

"Hi!" Kate breathed out with a wave, coming face to face with you for the first time. You looked up from her lips, surprised at who was standing in front of you.

It was her!

Hi. You waved back with a questioning look to Kate's beautiful eyes before looking down to her lips—something Kate noticed.

"Sorry to bother you, but I don't know if you remember me but..." That was all you caught reading her lips before Kate started speaking quicker and quicker than you could process.

In your defense, even Clint Barton, an Avenger, said Kate had more speed talking than Captain America did running.

You held your hand up, shutting Kate up. She looked at you with curious eyes and waited to hear your voice, but instead, you started signing.

I do remember you.

Kate immediately felt embarrassed. She knew very little to almost nothing of what you were saying.

She promised Clint she would start learning when he began teaching, but for someone who helped save the world, he could still be stubborn. But now The Archer regretted not learning ASL.

Kate awkwardly smiled, making you smile back, in turn, causing Kate's face to flush red. You caught it. While looking at one another, you both thought the other person was beyond cute.

"I'm sorry," Kate spoke slower than she usually would. You tilted your head as she continued. "I don't know ASL."

You made a flat smile and nodded. Most people didn't. So it wasn't surprising that the first new cute girl to talk to you in some time didn't know it either. It just meant it would be harder to forget her when she inevitably didn't want to make the effort.

But you had never met Kate Bishop till before this moment. You didn't know that she was just as stubborn as her mentor but a thousand times more annoying when she needed to be. She wasn't going to give up.

She was going to learn for you.

She was going to speak to you.

Kate watched you nod and go to walk away, but she stepped in front of you again. "Wait!" She held her hands up and quickly pulled out her phone, handing it to you. You took it as it sat on the New Contact screen and looked up with furrowed brows. "Please?" Kate asked, making you nod and blush.

Kate watched your fingers fly over the keyboard before you handed it back. You watched Kate smile and try not to laugh at your contact name: Y/N 👂❌

You bite back your own laughter. Having been used to not everyone being comfortable with something you lost at a young age.

Kate looked up to see your smile and finally broke laughing. Her pearly whites were on display until she closed her mouth and started typing in her phone.

A few seconds later, yours buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out, you looked up and smiled. The text read: "Hi Y/N. I'm Kate Bishop 🏹!" You nodded and made that her contact name.

"So Kate Bishop... what can I do you for?"

You typed and immediately regretted sending because you sounded like someone who was a boring attorney. But Kate found it kind of charming.

You looked down from her as the three dots popped up and down, but nothing happened. You looked back up at Kate, who was nervously biting her lip.

"You ok?" You typed to Kate, who stopped biting her lip, avoided your eye contact, and replied: "Yes. Sorry!" But Kate wanted to say more. She wanted to say: "I was going to ask for your number earlier, but we kinda blew through that quicker than I imagined. So now I don't know what to do?! Do I ask you out now? Is that allowed? Would you say yes?! You don't even know me!?"

But Kate didn't say that. Instead, she wrote: "I tried talking to you a couple of weeks ago because you seemed like a really cool person. Which you are! Ugh sorry. This is so embarrassing as I type this, but I wanted to know if you wanted to be friends? 😅"

Kate added the emoji, hoping to relieve any awkwardness. And it did. But Kate asking you to be friends wasn't where you thought this was going.

Truth be told, it wasn't.

But Katherine Elizabeth "Kate" Bishop wasn't going to ask you out over text. She was going to ask you face-to-face, and she didn't want you to read her lips to make it happen.

Yet you didn't know that. All you knew was that a cute, friendly girl was choosing to seek you out and wanted to get to know you. So you smiled and nodded to Kate, whose eyes lit up. "Great!" She audibly yelled, earning a fury of looks from people around.

But a smile from you.

"Sorry." You read Kates lips as she looked around at people shaking their heads and looking away.

Kate looked down at her buzzing phone to see a message from you. "Maybe we should leave the library. Are you busy rn?" Kate froze as she looked at the words on her screen. She was supposed to be courting you. Asking you out in time. Were you flirting? No. This is just what friends do. Hang out! The two of you were now friends! Right?

Kate's turmoil-struck brain could only process so much so fast before she decided to actually look at the time and realize, yes, she was supposed to be somewhere right now. Kate sent you a frown. "I actually should be on my way to archery practice."

That made a lightbulb go off above you. That's why she wanted her name like that in your phone. You thought Kate was being cute and was saying she was Cupid or was sent by Cupid or something. However, her being on the archery team made a lot more sense. You felt silly for thinking it was the former. But you pressed on.

"I have a free period right now. Can I come?"

Kate looked up from her phone and nodded with glee. "I'd love that!" Kate yelled once again, earning glares from everyone else in the room, but the two of you paid them no mind as Kate started leading the way.

On the walk, Kate and you enjoyed one another's company while also learning about the other one. It was new and slightly awkward but adorable to any outsider looking in. Like when you asked Kate if she took up archery because of the Hunger Games, she laughed and said no. She did it because she was saved by Hawkeye during the Battle of New York.

The very same battle you lost your hearing.

But Kate didn't know. She would in time.

Not right now.

The conversation about Hawkeye led to the two of you talking about your favorite Avengers. Kate's being obvious, and yours surprising her.

You said Natasha Romanoff—the Black Widow.

When asked why, you just sadly shrugged before replying through text: "The Avengers were all great. Most of them were role models. But none of them looked as good as she did in her uniform." You laughed to hide the tears in your eyes.

But Kate saw, leading you to type: "Plus, I bet she gave the best hugs." Kate smiled at that and could agree. Her and Wanda Maximoff probably gave the best hugs.

Where was Wanda, by the way??

Kate's phone buzzed, bringing her back. "Sorry... I could give actual reasons, but I don't want to cry right now." You smiled and swallowed the lump in your throat when Kate looked over at you.

Because Kate could relate, she had only gotten to hear Clint share less than a handful of stories about The Black Widow, and each time, they ended with the man in tears.

"I have a friend who's the same. It's okay." Kate sent back to you, making you feel better before you asked her if she had read Scott Lang's book, to which she said not yet.

Meanwhile, it was in your backpack.

Three weeks from now, she would borrow it and read the chapter dedicated to Natasha and cry.

As you and Kate walked up to the field holding practice, you had Kate lead you to a spot where you could safely watch from. Unbeknownst to you, the other girls around you were friends or girlfriends of the ladies on the team. So when people saw you walk up with THE Katherine Bishop, everyone started talking in hushed whispers.

But not that you knew.

However, you couldn't lie. Watching Kate's arms and fingers hold and mess around with something that's basically string and wood never looked so hot. On top of that, the shy, awkward, almost annoyingly cute girl you had become quick friends with didn't exist anymore. When the arrow flew from her fingers, she was confident, cocky, and dominant.

Also, she was easily the best of the team. Hot.

The warmth rising in you hit a tipping point when she pointed at you and then to the bullseye on the target before mouthing, "watch this." You expected Kate to turn and look to where she was shooting, but she didn't. She looked straight at you and let the arrow go. Your eyes went from Kate to the target.

Bullseye.

The girls around you erupted into a mixture of cheers, shock, and jealousy. They all turned to you, confusing you before you saw a couple of them smile and point back to Kate as if they were praising the two of you.

You're fairly certain you saw the word "girlfriend" being thrown around, but you just shook your head and waited for Kate to come to your rescue.

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Over the next couple of months, as the season of spring was winding down to make way for the heat of summer, you and Kate had only grown closer. Your friendship had turned the two of you into being the best of friends.

Often being mistaken for girlfriends.

A mistake that always left you and Kate blushing but never saying how awful it would be if that was the case.

It was like there was a silent understanding. Kate knew what she was waiting for, and you were too nice and kind to even think about jeopardizing what you two had.

It was expected that if one of you was around, the other one had to be within ten feet. And this was true—most times. But there had been times in the past where if you woke up in the middle of the night after passing out while reading, you'd discover Kate gone. Her bag and clothes would still be there, but she was just gone. Well, herself and... her archery equipment.

That part confused you.

You wanted to bring it up to her. Because for one reason, whatever she was doing was making her exhausted. You could see it on her face better than anyone. She was tired mentally and physically. You didn't like seeing her like that.

The other reason is that it hurt you to see someone you cared about lying to you. You hated it and didn't want to hate the girl who started holding your hand on your walks across campus. The one who never missed a bullseye for you. The same girl who decided to read The Hunger Games instead of just watching the movies for you.

So when you couldn't bear yourself to bring it up to her, you decided to wait up and catch her.

Kate had no idea you had started to catch onto her. But it's not like Kate enjoyed sneaking around. Well, she did, but that was when she was chasing bad guys and doing some recon. But she hated it when it came to you. Sneaking around behind your back felt wrong, no matter the cause.

So, as Kate quietly picked up her bow and quiver, she looked over at your sleeping form and made a motion with her hands.

You didn't see it as you faked sleeping. But if you did, you would've understood why Kate was being sneaky.

Kate turned away from you and took a few steps towards her window. Kate opened it and reached back behind her when suddenly you flicked on the light in the bedroom of her dorm as she looked ready to jump out of her window. A labeled arrow prepared to fire.

Kate slowly lowered the bow and turned her head to you. You stood wearing her high school archery t-shirt and a pair of black shorts.

Kate couldn't help but smile. She loved seeing you in her clothes.

And you loved seeing her in yours, but right now, that was the last thing on your mind as Kate sheepishly said: "It's not what it looks like."

You threw your arms up at that and ran up to her, smacking your head as if to say, "what the hell are you doing?"

Kate sighed and knew that now was the time to say one thing or the other. Or maybe both?? Kate weighed her options before gently placing her bow on the bed you two had come to share. As friends of course.

You watched Kate let go of the bow before her hands found their way to yours. Taking them from your hips.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." She started as you watched her pink lips speak. Tilting your head at the words she spilled before she softly let go of your hands to unzip her purple hoodie.

You gasped and covered your mouth when you saw what she was hiding. You looked from her guilty eyes back to her purple suit. Kate watched you step forward and raise a hand to her hip. The touch making her stomach flip while two of your fingers danced along the edge before gliding up the lining of the suit before they floated away.

Kate missing your contact already.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing. But yet, it made sense.

You'd been to enough practices to know the only match for Kate with a bow and arrow would be an Avenger. You looked to Kate's downward face and put your finger on the underside of her chin. Lifting it up. Her eyes meeting yours. You weren't mad. Well, you were, but if anything, now you were just shocked.

Are you Hawkeye? You signed without realizing it.

Yes. Kate signed ba— KATE SIGNED!

You took a step back in awe. Did that happen? You swallowed and stared at the girl, holding back a smile dressed in a purple superhero suit. Slowly, you raised your hands and, with a deep breath, signed: You can understand me?

Yes.Kate signed the exact same way as before, surprising you once again.

She was communicating with you in ASL. Your best friend- someone you cared for- No someone who you loved was signing!

Tears were threatening to spill as you ran into Kate and wrapped your arms around her. Your head burying its way into her neck. Kate wrapping her arms around you, holding you tight.

As Kate held you, she heard your sniffles and felt a few tears spill from your eyes. Kate bit her lip to keep her eyes from spilling.

It was then she decided she would keep the night of surprises going. So, after some time, she patted her hand against your back and removed her hold from you as you moved back to look at her. Your eyes were a little red, but Kate could see what was holding in them.

Kate smiled and started moving her hands. Since I met you, I've been learning ASL.

Your mouth dropped. With who? You could've asked me!?

You would've loved to teach Kate. But it had to be done this way.

Kate didn't answer you. Instead, she pulled out her phone and went to a secret photo album you had never seen before. Inside were pictures of her with Lucky, a family, some friends, and lastly... Clint Barton.

You looked up from the phone to Kate and back to the phone—Full-on, yanking it from her hands. You zoomed in on his face and then Kates before sliding through other pictures of the two of them together. A lot of them were unflattering pics of the grown man while Kate smiled brightly. But then there were some where Clint smiled and posed ridiculously for his mentee. You laughed and smiled at each one, including the ones of his family surrounding Kate.

You swiped once more, and a video automatically started to play. You felt the vibrations in your hand but couldn't make anything out. However, Kate knew exactly what was happening in the video.

It was Kate's first ASL lesson months prior. But that didn't start till ten minutes in. Instead, what was playing right now to the room was Kate in the video going on and on about this new friend of hers named Y/N. Kate mentions that you are the reason that she wants to learn sign language.

Slightly and purposely offending Clint.

"Okay, so let's say I manage to teach you, and you manage to learn, then what?"

Clint asks in the video.

"Then I ask her out."

Kate replies.

You looked up from the video to Kate. Asking why she is blushing, Kate takes a step closer to you and asks for her cell phone back. You place it in her hand. She hits the button on the side before putting it in her pocket.

I learned for you.

You watch Kate sign and mouth simultaneously, the feeling of wanting to cry from pure happiness returning. Why? You asked Kate as you smiled.

Kate lifts her hands and stops. She starts to sign but stops again.

The Archer breathes in and out.

Because ever since I met you, I've wanted to do one thing. Kate waits for you to nod back to her. I- Y/N... Y/N, do you want to go out?

She signs with a nervous smile.

Together? Sometime, like on a date. A real date! One where we dress up and go out on the town, not just eat junk in my-

You surprised Kate by jumping into her arms. Cutting off her ramblings in ASL. Kate barely had time to register to catch you before she felt just how soft your lips were.

Kate closed her eyes and melted into you. She marveled at the feeling of your smile as the kiss deepened. You pushed further into her and felt butterflies flutter inside of you at what you've wanted for so long.

Kate felt the same and would vow to always hold you closer than anyone ever could as she pulled you into her. Taking you all in.

Eventually, air had to return into your lungs.

You blushed harder when you and Kate separated. The heavy breathing between the two of you being the only noise in the room.

Yes, you signed when Kate placed you onto your feet. "You want to go out? With me?" Kate said, knowing you were watching her lips. But maybe she was wrong when she saw you shake your head no.

You moved back a bit as Kate kept her arms around your body.

I want to be your girlfriend. 

Kate looked at you, making sure she saw that right. "Girlfriend?!" She asked with a glint of hope. You smiled and brought your lips to hers as you nodded before moving your hands down to hers. Taking them off your body and placing them in yours as you moved them.

You kissed Kate again as she traced her fingers over your left hand, discovering the pinky and index finger were raised. She moved from your index finger down to your extended thumb.

She pulled back and looked at your hand watching it move towards her.

Kate brought her hands up to your face and quickly kissed your lips before she moved onto your cheeks and nose, forcing a giggle out of you.

When she let go of your head, she looked into your eyes and said with an unmistakable smile: "I love you too. I love you so much!"

Kate wrapped you into her arms and held you close before she could feel you patting her back.

When she let go, you smiled and asked: So girlfriends?

Kate nodded.Girlfriends.

A million more questions ran through you as you stood in Kate's arms. But before you could stop yourself, you started with: Oh, and Kate... You laughed and signed to her before continuing. Since I'm dating Hawkeye, do I get a cool name?

Kate laughed back and raised an eyebrow. "Sure! What would you want to be called?"

You tucked your bottom lip into your mouth as you thought. An action making Kate pull your lip out of your mouth with her thumb before bringing it to her lips, almost frying your brain to the point that you nearly didn't say your answer. Bullseye.

"Why is that?"

You shrugged but hid behind an innocent smile. Your eyes briefly darting to Kate's closet before looking back to Kate.

Because I want to be the only thing you can stick your arrow in.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[anothermansjeans]

What about youtuber reader doing a Q&A?

this probably wasn't what you were thinking and i apologize for that 😭 BUT i will be doing a kind of part 2 to this based on another request!!

cw: fluff, spencer's sheepish, retell of how they met

wc: 406

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A couple of days ago, you asked your Instagram and Twitter followers to send in questions for a Q&A. You haven't done one of these in a while, and your life has changed quite a bit since then, so now, you were sitting on your couch with the camera set up, reading questions off of your phone.

“@ livelaughlovey/n asked ‘what has been your biggest accomplishment these past few years?’ That’s such a hard question.” You bit your bottom lip, looking off into the distance where Spencer was reading, “I think allowing myself to be happy. So much has changed in my life, but self-love and allowing others to love me is one of the newer things.” You let out a sigh at the heaviness of your answer and searched for a lighter question.

“Oh, this one's great,” you started to laugh as you read the question, “@ acrylicnailed asked 'dying to know the deets on how you and spencer met… 👀’.” Looking back at your boyfriend, he seemed to tune into what you were saying, “I was klutzy and ran into him… making him drop…” you furrowed your eyebrows and targeted your words towards Spencer, “how many books were you holding, babe?”

“...seven.”

“Seven books! He then rambled on some facts about cameras and I found it cute and gave him my number!” Spencer was red behind the camera, and buried his head back into his book. “Okay, next one…”

And you continued the video, getting some serious questions to silly ones and a few that made you wiggle your eyebrows at Spencer (those included questions about if and when Spencer was going to propose). After you wrapped up and turned off your camera, Spencer closed his book, beckoning you to walk over to the big chair he was sitting in. The chair was wide enough so you could both be cuddled up comfortably on it, so he pulled you down and you curled into his side.

“I’m glad you made me drop those books at the bookstore two years ago.”

You chuckled and nuzzled your head into his neck, “hmm, are you sure you aren't saying that because I got a question about my favorite thing about you and I couldn't stop talking?”

You could feel his chuckle coming from his chest. “Maybe, but there's other reasons…”

“Hmmm,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his body, “well I’m glad I bumped into you too.”

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[vixen7243]

Lurking in the Shadows Pt.4

Husband!John Price x AFAB!Reader | Obesessed!Ghost x AFAB!Reader

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Tag list 🖤: @lazybean145

MDNI!!!

It had been a few days since you'd last seen Simon, the morning after the three of you 'connected' on the couch he was out of bed and gone. Talking with John on whether you had over stepped or pushed him to far when guiding him to pleasure him, John comforted you, assuring you everything was okay. Little hard to believe when he wasn't answering your texts or calls neither John's and John hadn't seen him at the base either. Pacing around the house, making jumbled texts of apologizes to him you bundled up on the couch on the phone with John. Jumping when the front door opened you gasped running and wrapping your arms tightly around Simon's stomach afraid he would leave otherwise, "Oh my god, Simon!" Tears sliding down your cheeks you looked up at him, "I'm so sorry Si, I'm sorry." Uncontrollably you rambled, about forcing him, making him uncomfortable, anything and everything you could think of that might have been the reason for him to leave without a word and literally ghost the both of you.

"Luv, woah, luv breath." He cupped your cheeks stepping all the way in with you kicking the door closed he pulled you into his chest stroking your hair. "Stop. Stop apologizing luv, just relax, breath for me." His voice was so calm, tone level, breathing in deeply you relaxed into him tightening your arms when he moved to pull away. "Come on luv, lets go sit down." Walking with you to the couch you crawled into his lap sniffling.

"I'm sorry Simon, if I over stepped, made you do something you weren't comfortable or ready with? Anything, I'm so sorry, I never wanted you to leave. Not like that."

"Oh luv, listen okay.” Nodding your head, you absentmindedly set your phone onto the coffee table forgetting that you were on the phone with John, who listened to the two of you talk. "Alright, I'm sorry for leaving the way I had, I wasn't uncomfortable to be honest luv, although I had hoped that Cap would be here, I know he'll be out late tonight. Everything was just a surprise to me, I'd never done any of that before, never thought I would or even thought I would be interested." He said wiping your tears away. Laying a soft kiss to your cheeks and eyes he looked into your eyes. "I should've stayed, but I needed some time."

You sighed nodded, "We should've talked it over before hand, we just acted, that is on us." You said slowly pulling off his face mask, "We'll talk about everything, boundaries, limits and comfortabilities and everything." Simon kissed you slowly, nodding against you holding you against him.

"I wasn't mad, just confused." He still sounded confused, even to John. You looked into his eyes cupping his cheek, feeling him lean into your hand you rested your forehead against his.

“I’m happy you came back, I was so worried, you complete John and me.” If only you could feel how whole that made Simon as his heart pounded in his chest, your soft hand cupping his rough cheek. Slowly falling back into the couch with Simon nestled against your chest you kissed every inch of his face combing your fingers through his hair massaging his scalp, his hands squeezing and rubbing any and all skin he could get his hands on while your sweet, soft voice cooed gentle praises into his ear, his mind melting as his heart and soul started to become even more consumed by you. He never thought this could become a reality for himself during those long lonely nights, his body craving to be closer to you, aching to feel your serene touch, pained at not hearing your loving words not being directed at him but at your husband. Who, was still listening, now rushing to try and finish his work, put the fact that in a week he and the lads will have to leave for a few months on the back burner of his mind.

The moment between you and Simon stretched on forever, the world around the two of you blacked out, the touches between the two of you building to a needy touch. Turning his head he slowly pushed himself more up over you, kissing you back, soft kisses becoming desperate and full, your lips mindlessly moving and connecting with him, your bodies already know how to form to the other, binding and blending your limbs, where one started and the other ended was a blur. Lazily you each removed the other’s clothes, the wet sound of kissing and huffed moans passed between the two of you, your pussy already drenched and sticking to his abs as he made you grind against him. Whimpering at the stimulation to your clit you tried grabbing at him, only for him to laced his fingers with yours and pull your arm up over your head (like the gif) kissing you smiling as you started whining about wanting to be filled by him.

As much as he adored giving you what you want and desire he couldn’t help but be a bit selfish in wanting to hear you saying and beg him for more, needing him, wanting him. He’d wanted you for so long hearing you even if for a moment beg and plead how much you want and need him he felt happy, carefully easing himself into you he groaned heavily in your neck at the tightness. Gasping, you arched up into him, legs spreading as much as possible to make room and accommodate his size, you incoherently babbled as he slowly thrusted into you. The sloppy mess of your blended drool slid down your cheek much like the slick spreading on your thighs and his groin. The sloshing and wet slapping of skin had you dumbing down enraptured by the pleasure and feeling of Simon enveloping you, covering you completely with his body.

The thought that John will get home later, the couch a complete mess of yours and Simon’s fluids staining it no doubt, the house smelling of sex, and the two of you, hopefully, still pawing and fucking into each other like hormonal teenagers had you cumin around him making him grunt from how tight you were getting and then the spasming of your walls trying to milk his balls. Huffing he started kissing and sucking on any space of skin that he could reach all over you without having to pull out, his thrusts even slower than before, stretching out your blissful orgasm. Your moans quiet against the wetness between your thighs, Simon sitting up pulling you fully against his hips, “Ready for me to fill this pretty cunt?”

“God, yes please, Si I need you.” Grunting when he started pounding into you, the breath feeling as though it was being punched from your lungs. Whining out when the head of his dick would push into your cervix, his shaft rubbing against your gummy spot making your legs wrap tightly around his waist, toes curl and fingers scratch down his forearms trying to ground yourself as you felt his cock twitch. Crying out you came again around him your walls clenching tightly milking him forcing him to cum, his hips didn’t relent though, they continued to pound into your full cunt.

The night continued like that, Simon overstimulating the both of you before John got home. Who, in which, walked through the door and sure enough the swift smell of sex hit him making him walk into the living room to see Simon give one last weak thrust into you with a broken whimper, both your eyes tear filled, bodies shaking, breathing labored. Simon fell back into the arm of the couch, his dick slipping out of you easily making you whine at the loss and empty feeling. Shrugging his coat off he smiled when you looked over at him, dazed and fucked out. "Hi darling." Simon turned his head and looked at John turning his body and gave him a full view of your cunt, overflowed with his cum, cunt and couch a mess with him.

"Hi honey, welcome home." You said stretching out eyes closed, oblivious to the shared look between John and Simon. After a few moments of silence, a gentle kiss was laid on your forehead, the familiar feeling of John's beard brushing against your skin before it was gone just as quickly as you had felt it. Laying there a few moments longer you felt relaxed and sated before holding your breath when you heard something like a sucking, opening your eyes you peaked down and rather quickly you felt turned on at the sight biting on your lip.

John was kneeled before Simon, between his legs, his lips wrapped around Simon's dick, one hand holding the base while the other rested on his shaking thigh. John's eyes were focused on Simon, watching as his eyes were squeezed closed, groans and quiet curses falling from his lips before he would look down, watching as the older man practically cleaned his dick of your fluids and mixed with his own cum. Slowly sitting up more you let one hand slip between your thighs, fingers easily sliding over your clit a quiet strangled whimper muffled behind your closed lips. Shuddering when both men looked over at you, you couldn't help but to slide two fingers into your stuffed cunt gasping when John pulled your ankle dragging you to them. As he lifted up from Simon's cock, the audible pop made you look down and see that Simon was hard again. John had set you into Simon’s lap, who helped hold you to his chest, John spread your legs to either side of Simon’s thighs. He watching as Simon’s cum slid out of your pussy and down dripping onto Simon’s dick, almost like frosting, the sight making him lick his lips before leaning back down and sucking Simon’s cock back into his mouth, the groan ringing in your ears before your moan sinked up with him when you felt John’s fingers dipping into you.

“Shit.” Drawing your fingers into his hair you smiled when he looked up at him, before you pushed him deeper down Simon thrusting your hips to meet his fingers. Even through the overstimulation you felt a new hunger at the sight of your loving husband going down on your lover. Simon’s hands covered yours, the both of you moving John’s head, Simon grunting against your shoulder teeth grazing your skin making you shiver. “Fuck, cap, deeper.” The broken strain in Simon’s voice made you whine and gasp as he started thrusting up to meet John’s mouth.

Trying to fight the urge to close your legs around John’s head you moaned as he slide a third finger in working you to another orgasm. Feeling over whelmed and delirious from the pleasure you felt your brain just melt and succumb to both men, “Daddy.” Over Simon’s guttural grunts and John’s moaning they both heard you quiet call, making Simon draw one hand up to your breast squeezing and playing with your nipple while John used his thumb to press on and rub your aching clit. Pulling on John’s hair you felt yourself propelling towards an orgasm as you cried out, Simon whined beneath you as John plunged down, his nose in the trimmed blonde pubs feeling as Simon’s dick twitched in his throat before ropes of cum was shooting down his throat.

You squirted making John pull up and cover your pussy with his mouth humming as you shook whining incoherently about the overstimulation. As you and Simon huffed trying to come down, while John got up undoing his belt and pants your dazed eyes locked onto his hands watching him, needy for more of him, you let out a surprised squeal when Simon locked his arms under your knees and made you lay on him as he went to the side and held you open for John. “You got one more in you for me darling?” You couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched around nothing while he got between yours and Simon’s spread legs.

Part of you wanted to ask if he was questioning you or Simon, but the glint in his eye as he was dragging his gaze over your body told you your answer. “Yes daddy.”

As he slowly swiped the head of his cock along your slit he smiled, “My good girl.” Shifting your hips to try and get him to just enter you, you moaned at the feeling of his tip pushing at your entrance. “Hold her tight.” Before Simon could say anything John rammed into you, his thrusts taking your breath away, quickly finding his rhythm as you loudly moaned practically screaming from the pleasure, Simon pulled your knees all the way to your chest making John plough deeper into you, all his weight pressing you tightly between him and Simon making it impossible for you to even squirm.

Feeling full and overstimulated like never before your brain couldn’t register or gather that as John was thoroughly fucking into you he was also gently caressing Simon’s cheek with one hand before he laced his fingers with the man holding your legs up. The moment between the two soft and sweet even though your porn worthy moans, sloshing dripping cunt was beautiful background noise to their unspoken moment.

Simon, looking up at John felt so overwhelmed, he’d known for a very long time he was over obsessed with you, unhealthy so but he never cared. He’d fantasized about having you, loving you and claiming you, but now John was making a mess of his brain, he’s found himself attracted to men before, confused and shoved the feeling aside never to dwell on those feelings but now John was remixing the pot. Looking up at him, Simon felt something swelling in his chest at the sight of his own cum on John’s lips and drying on his beard, the down right desire and new need to some how claim John just as much as he could claim you, over ran Simon.

None of you could hold back your grunts moans or whimpers, wiggling an arm free you found Simon’s hand and laced your fingers with his squeezing every time John’s shaft rubbed against your sweet spot. Johns hand still sweetly caressing Simon’s cheek, Simon tilted his head to kiss and nip by your ears his grunts making your cunt clench. Being filled by your amazing husband and your lover grunting in your ear made you feel like you were in heaven. “John, I’m going to cum.” You whine feeling your muscles tightening, walls fluttering as his pace started faltering at the sensation, already spent you tried to wait for your husband but as soon as his thumb rubbed over your clit, you cried out, legs trying to kick out, eyes closed tightly and body shaking violently. If Simon hadn’t of tightened his grip on you, you would have surely fallen right off him.

John grunted pushing fully against you, his dick twitch against you, constricting walls, huffing as he halted gathering himself as he slowly pulled out of you and wat he’d as your pussy started clenching around nothing, a pretty sight of his and Simon’s mixed cum slipping out of you and dripping onto Simon’s twitching, spent cock.

Making his way to the kitchen ha grabbed a few hand clothes and cups of water, sitting in the coffee table he wiped you down as you still laid on Simon humming happily playing with Simon’s fingers. When he finished he helped you sit up and onto the couch handing you a cup of water, your fingers wrapping around it slowly chugging from the glass as John kissed your forehead before resting a hand on Simon’s shoulder pushing him to lay back down gently. Just as gentle as John was with you, wiping you down and massaging your limbs he repeated the process with Simon. The sight making you smile sweetly and feel warmth spread in your chest, and when John was done, Simon sitting up reaching for the second glass you tried to hold back to little breath as John lightly grabbed the side of Simon’s neck and pulled him forward a gentle chaste kiss between the two.

John was slow in pulling back, making sure the kiss was light and could stop if Simon was uncomfortable. But Simon pushed forward exploring the feelings swimming in his chest as he tasted John, both men humming at the quickly adapted rhythm of their bodies with each other. You were in awe, they looked even more handsome, caught by surprise when Simon and John reached out for you and pulled you towards them, John taking your glass while Simon guided you into their kiss, what started off as a sweet moment between the two turned into a clash of teeth and tongue when you joined. Settling in Simon’s lap as their hands massaged your hips and thighs you melted in their grasp high off their love.

You weren’t sure when you all pulled apart but you wrapped your arms snuggly around Simon’s shoulders as he carried you up to your room snuggling in behind you as John made his way in laying with the two of you.

“We leave in a week.”

Freezing you looked at John, if there was ever a way to kill the mood and make anxiety cover you like a blanket it, John did it. “Are you serious?”

“I’m sorry darling.” He kissed your forehead, you could feel Simon’s lips moving slowly over your shoulder blades. Sometimes you wondered how you could do this, when he’s gone you feel like a ghost of yourself (Simon would laugh and you know it), you struggled to not think of the worst when he’s gone, body always aching because a piece of your soul was missing every time he left. And now Simon? You could already feel your heart breaking into bits in order to give Simon anything and everything you could that you hadn’t already given to John. Now they were both leaving and you were going to be nothing without them, your anxiety and fear will bubble up and over run you while they are gone. Trying to pull John closer as you scooted ever close to Simon without fusing your bodies together you tried to block it from your mind choosing to ignore his warning. It mostly felt like a threat, always did, you hated it.

Through the silence your men could feel the turmoil in you and followed you in squeezing you between them letting the topic end there. You’d fallen asleep not long after, letting the fact that the night was still good, even if John had to put a sour twist to the ending. Simon still came home to the both of you, he’s excepting both you and John, and you were feeling whole in their arms.

With the following week you spent every slipping moment with them, whether together or alone, you wanted to soak in their attention and love, burning every sweet, heated touch into your body. You let them leave marks all over you. Soap questioning how once when he ran into you and Simon at the market what was going on, why wasn’t he invited over. You couldn’t help but to blush, he was a handsome man and to think of the things that you guys were doing and for him to ask to be invited next time made you hold back the giggle threatening to escape as Simon huffed, and when you two were alone back at home he thoroughly fucked the giggles from your throat asking if you were that much of a slag that you would let Johnny fuck you like this.

Standing on the front porch watching them drive off you felt more anxious with both men that have your heart leave for a few months. John reassured you that they'll be back before you knew it. You just couldn't help holding your hands to your stomach, the nagging feeling that you should've told them this morning about the stupid stick you peed on and what it told you. As John's truck reached the end of the drive way, your feet made a mad dash carrying you to them, making John break and both men get out worried as they watched a few tears fall down your cheeks.

"Wait, please."

"Darling, what's the matter? It's going to be ok-"

"I'm pregnant!" The choked confession had you pawing at them for dear life, sniffling, "I took a test this morning and another because I didn't believe it but... I am. I'm scared." You whispered looking down, fear gripped your insides, John and you planned for kids but neither of you were sure of what Simon wanted. What if he didn't want it? What if it's his and John gets mad? What if John changed his mind?

"Really?" Looking up you sucked in a breathe as both men were smiling, "Oh baby, fuck!" John wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up kissing your cheeks, eyes and finally lips squeezing tightly before setting you down gently, "Sorry, was the too tight?"

Before you could answer Simon kissed you, his hand resting over yours on your stomach, "You're going to look so fucking sexy round with our baby when we get home." The quiet, rumbling admiration had you tingling and light.

"Promise you both will come back home to me." You whined as they sandwiched you between them their hands resting on top of our stomach, all of your guy's fingers laced together.

"We will." They promised, giving you sweet lasting kisses before leaving.

---

Upon their return, they pampered you and took care of everything, John admitting that he put in for retirement, Simon still staying listed on. When Kyle, his girl and Johnny came over one day for a football game and saw that you were pregnant John and Simon came out that Simon was now part of your guys relationship. Which had Johnny thoroughly loosing his mind while Kyle and his girl gave their congrats. You giggled as Johnny pouted about being left out only for Simon's possessive side to kick into over drive and be a thorough burrier between him and you. Through your pregnancy, Kyle's girlfriend was a steady visitor as well as Johnny, to your surprise, but he was admittedly feeling lonely and was trying to weasel his way in only to be shut down by Simon.

When the baby came, Johnny found himself a nurse that had you rolling in laughter as she ordered him around and he all but was practically wagging his tail at every order. You, John and Simon lived openly and contently raising your children. You were happy that John all but forced Simon from his shadows, your guy's love bleeding into each other, tying you all together. None of you wouldn't change anything.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

HIIII OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING. Its so comforting but also quite accurate to the character’s personality.

I wondered if u could make a part 2 of Drunk, with Adrian and the reader.

Be free with your imagination i am sure it will turn out great!

🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Hi anon, sorry it took me so long to answer but I had no ideas what to write for this request. 😳

My writing has changed a little since I wrote part 1 of this. Hopefully, it'll be still up to standard.

Days after the incident, Adrian was still haunted by the things he had said and might have said while inebriated. It seemed rather silly, considering you haven't mentioned anything about that night, kind as you were. However, the son of Dracula was shaken after exposing himself to you, in more ways than one.

At the memory of him practically showing his naked chest in your face whilst rambling drunkenly about his loneliness, he could feel his face warming up. He undoubtedly has that unflattering shade of pink on his right now. Adrian lifted his chin from his steepled fingers, pressing his forehead against them instead. Instead of moping behind the wooden table, he should be making dinner as he watched bits of dust dancing in the last rays of evening sun streaming through the Tudor windows.

At this moment, you're probably getting both their beds ready for the night. Pulling back the bedspread and making a fire in the fireplace. You made a habit of slipping a stem of lavender from the garden and putting it under the pillows. He can hear you fussing about it, even though you're one floor higher. The dhampir's senses were finely attuned to your every breath and every movement. It came to the point where it was torturous. He wasn't just trying to dull away the pain of his past, but these pressing feelings as well.

Damn him, again and again, he's becoming attached to people only to be left every time. No doubt you will leave too, once you're able to. He'll be nothing but a fond memory...

"How's the dinner? I hope there'll be someplace left on the stove for teap-"

He's dragged away from his gloomy thoughts by the sudden sound of your voice nearing the door. You stopped mid-sentenced when you saw him sitting at the kitchen table, instead of working at the stove. He felt an immediate pang of guilt.

"Apologies I've seem to be a bit addle-brained today."

Adrian offered an apology as he started pulling the cutlery from its hooks. Hopefully with his back turned and his hands occupied, you won't notice his rather obvious fluster.

"Ah, it's alright," you waved him off in a placating manner as you rounded the table towards him. "Head still spinning from the vine, I see." you teased him as he made a fire in the stove, almost making him set his brows on fire.

As you walked past him, you gently put your hand on his back to make him step away. A whisper of a touch, yet he was tingling all over, his heart beating irregularly.

He clutched the edges of the stove, ignoring the rising heat. It can't go on like this. He has to do something.

You prepared the dinner in relative silence. You chopped mushrooms as he prepared pastry into small pans. Soon, bulky savory tarts were pulled out of the stove. He watched you wolf down four tarts in the row, while his plate was left neglected, safe for the few pokings with the fork.

"Adrian?"

His head snapped to you at the sound of your voice. He noticed you were looking at him in concern.

"What is it? You've been spaced out for days now." It was your turn to study your plate as you mumbled, "Is it...about the kiss?"

He was definitely blushing now. Adrian took a generous gulp of water from his chalice as he contemplated his answer.

"Yes and no."

You looked at him in confusion and he sighed in resignation.

"I'm sorry...my friend. The thing is..." He caressed the grooves in the ground glass. Would she even understand? What kiss meant to him?

"There have been several attempts in my life. There have been people who stayed in this castle pretending to be my friend and then turning on me as soon as I became vulnerable."

Adrian closed his eyes momentarily, chasing away the tainted memory of their hands coiling around him like vines of a poisonous plant. The pleasure, and the pain. So, so much pain... He opened his eyes and there were your eyes, filled with some much tenderness he had to suppress the urge to look away again.

"But last night, you didn't... and you could, easily so."

"I'd never-"

"I know, I know," he gently cut you off by putting his hand over yours. Your palm was much warmer than his, dainty fingers covered completely by his long ones.

"Believe it or not, but you singlehandedly restored a great deal of my hope in humanity. What once had been destroyed..."

He hasn't allowed his mind to wander to dark places, not this time.

"I don't mean to bring up such depressing subjects. But when one leads a life such as mine, you tend to... figure some things out."

"Things?" You carefully prompted, pity overrun by curiosity at last.

Adrian smiled in a self-deprecating fashion. "Well, for example, I have now discovered that in this entire world, I only have one close friend. You are my only solace, the only person that I can talk to regularly."

There was Trevor and Sypha, of course, but they found solace in one another, something deeper than friendship. Adrian understood now, what those feelings meant. His next words were full of emotion.

"I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I don't know if more demons will come and I'll be forced to fight them off. I don't know if the world will end tomorrow... and that used to not bother me. I used to not mind the idea of death. To slip into the quiet sleep..."

He trailed off, and you squeezed his fingers in encouragement. He squeezed yours right back, so you know he's not spiraling again.

"However, whatever courage I have towards that cause always sours at the thought of what comes after. What does come after do you think?"

You looked over his shoulder in contemplation, you traveled places far away from here, no doubt. Thankful you're entertaining his silly musings, Adrian patiently awaits your response.

"I'd like to think it's a place where I meet all my loved ones once more." You gave him a warm smile.

He chuckles at that. "Interesting response."

"What about you? What do you think?"

Adrian shook his head, golden locks tumbling over his shoulders, "As I said, the fear of not knowing that is the only thing that kept me alive for quite some time. But now, now that I've spent some time with you, it allowed me to clear my mind of that sort of dangerous thought. I think I may have an answer, maybe not a very good one but..."

He gingerly trails his hand from yours to the curve of your elbow and you let him. He leans closer, tone bordering on a soft whisper as he looks into your eyes.

"It doesn't matter what comes next, that shouldn't dictate our actions while we are still here. If you want something, chase it." He puts the other hand on your cheek, making his intentions clear with his actions and his words. Carefully, so you can pull away at any time.

Please don't.

"You have allowed me, to come to this mindset," he sighs. "The thought that what I want is worthwhile to pursue. So I will pursue that which I want. I will pursue... you."

It is evident that his words left you speechless. You stare at him with your mouth slightly parted. Adrian lets out a small breathless chuckle.

Is it really that shocking? After our lips have already become acquainted?

"I know...I know that I'm... half human, half vampire, so at the very least I know it can work, but it's up to you, really." His thumb caressed your cheekbone, "I will continue to pursue you for as long as you allow me."

He can see your eyes glistening with emotion, and he hoped his words touched the part of your soul he wanted them to. However you still haven't said a word and Adrian needs you to voice your desires, or lack thereof, directly.

"I bid you command me now. My devotion is solely placed at your feet. I truly cherish you. Every step you take and breath you breathe."

You close your eyes and choke back a sob as he places one small kiss on your forehead.

With a voice clogged up with emotion, you finally release him from his torment.

"I... would love... nothing more... than to be pursued by you." You say as you give him a watery smile.

He lets out a relieved sigh as he presses his forehead to yours.

"Then pursue you I shall."

It takes only a moment for the atmosphere to change around you. With hunger, you never saw in his eyes, he whispers to you hoarsely.

"Come here, you..."

The kiss is devoid of any sweetness the first one had. This one is full of fire and blood and passion that takes your breath away. You don't have time to react as he pulls you to his lap. His kiss goes down your throat and settles in your belly like a fine liquor.

[myfandomrealitea]

okay, so- this is coming from someone who really hasn't engaged in fandom discourse, especially regarding shipping and such. I dearly hope this doesn't come across as bait or troll, I'm genuinely curious and want to learn. apologies for the possibly-dumb question, but I really just need to ask-

what is proshipping? and what are 'antis'?

you know how it is, when you ask around you always get a biased answer one way or another. "proshippers are pedos" "proshippers all condone incest" "proship Bad and if you interact You Are Bad" (i think these are 'anti' points of view? am i using that term right? that's the rhetoric ive mainly heard). but despite all of that, i don't know if ive ever actually gotten a straight answer as to just.. what it factually is. because it doesn't feel like the sort of thing that you can boil down to insults or accusations or whatnot. it's all just very confusing to me, especially because i come from a place that essentially just told me to avoid like the plague and never look back. sorry, this became a bit of a ramble, lol. thank you so much in advance, i hope i'm not being a bother or insulting with this ^^;

The modern term; 'proship' (s.a; 'proshipping' and 'profiction') is an evolution of an earlier fandom acronym known as: 'SALS.'

Ship And Let Ship

SALS was one of the earliest fandom adoptions and interpretations of the concept of not bullying others for what they shipped or their fandom interests, and not trying to control or dictate what was "allowed" to be shipped or enjoyed. The most notable origin of SALS was during the early years of accessible fandom via Star Trek, and the present homophobia and misogyny in a largely male-dominated community.

As woman became more involved in fandom spaces, the presence of 'other' ships and pairings began to increase. M/M, F/F that wasn't purely for sexual gratification, and M/O and F/O (where 'O' is Other) pairings were popular amongst women, much as they still are today.

Not only did the presence of women in a "male space" receive a not insignificantly negative reaction, so too did them filling the fandom space with their shipping content. Now; sexism and misogyny and homophobia were not entirely to blame. Again as is still very much present today, people simply Did Not Like Certain Ships or Characters. And as they still do today, they'd spread hate about them and to the people who did enjoy them.

Thus: the birth of SALS.

(In other words: I like what I like and it has fuck all to do with you. Shut up and move on.)

Back then, SALS was mostly contained to just that. Ships and characters. Since back in that era 'taboo topics' and 'sexual content' were still pretty covert, people weren't exactly arguing the merits of incest in public forums and at conventions.

However, as all things do, the internet evolved. Society evolved. Media evolved. And so too did 'SALS' evolve in keeping with the new culture and subjects present in fandom spaces.

Suddenly it wasn't just ships and characters to be advocated for. It was themes. Subjects. Kinks. Plots. The more things people found to enjoy, so too did the more things people found to hate.

'Proship' is actually grammatically pro-ship. As in; in support of shipping. This is why I always state that the modern conceptions of proshipping would more accurately be coined profiction. It is no longer just about ships, but fiction as a whole.

However; the core value and sole inherent point of being proship, SALS, profiction and so forth remains exactly the same:

[I/We] believe you have no right to harm others over the [ship/content] they create or consume and [I/we] do not have the right to dictate what is or is not allowed in fandom spaces.

That's it. Don't harass people for what they enjoy fictionally. Don't try to force them into not enjoying or being able to enjoy it.

Of course, the modern adaption varies wildly in terms of 'additional values' thanks to the evolution of the term and what it can encompass. However, there is certainly no obligation to:

Create or consume content you are uncomfortable with.

Create or consume content regarded as 'taboo' or 'triggering.' Such as incest.

Be involved with any aforementioned content beyond turning a blind eye if its not your thing.

Inherently, anyone who says they're 'neutral' on the matter but firmly believes in minding their own business is just a proshipper refusing to use the label if you're taking the term solely at its core value.

In terms of 'antis' they're just the antithesis of the above. Antis are people who generally believe that fiction is irrevocably tied in with who you are, what you believe/condone, and that real-life limitations and values should also apply to fiction.

Although, its is heavy debated and it wildly varies per individual to the degree this is taken.

(E.g: some 'antis' believe you should only write rape fic if you are a victim using it as catharsis or education. Other 'antis' believe there's absolutely no excuse or reason to write rape fic at all.)

Antis typically believe that enjoyment or being invested in content which is regarded as harmful or illegal in real life is morally unsound and reflects that you're a bad or morally unsound person.

Although I disagree, I can honestly say in some aspects I do understand this reasoning. I don't agree, but I do understand why people may come to that conclusion.

As with proshippers, antis vary from people who simply ignore and block content they don't agree with to radicals.

'Anti' is again a prefix. Although modern adoption of the term uses it as a singular signifier, it would grammatically be anti-[fandom], anti-[character], ect. As was commonly used in the past.

The rhetoric that all proshippers are pedophiles or support incest is common-spread and effective 'anti' propaganda. Similar to how so many people believe 'proship' inherently signifies that you must create and/or consume taboo or darker content.

It doesn't.

¹ Proship may also be accurately termed as simply: 'anti-harassment.' ² Its important to note the 'definition' of these terms may vary wildly depending on the individual. However, detailed above is the most historical use and evolution of the terms and their definitions.

[restinslices]

I love your stuff so much, could you write something with the reader getting jealous about Smoke? Someone getting a bit too close to him and the reader feels bad about it. And Tomas finds out and comforts her, finding it endearing.

And I love you💕 Idk why this was kicking my ass so bad. I did two drafts and idk if I like this but this is all I got😔

Word count: 1476

Tomas was not entirely stupid. 

Sure he had moments where he'd made something that should've been simple,  incredibly complicated but he wasn't stupid. He didn't think so at least. 

Anyone who's been around him for the past week might disagree though. 

Tomas had just returned from a mission along with his brothers, and naturally he was telling you all about it. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't really listening. Tomas tended to ramble and his missions were usually the same as the last, so it was best to let him go on and on but still add commentary here and there. “Wow”, “Really?”, “No you didn't”, and other side comments would hold him. 

Your ears perked up and you started to listen more when he started mentioning women.

It's not that he couldn't speak to other women or he couldn't have female friends, you weren't that crazy. It was just the way he was describing them. Great fighters, moving with the wind, long flowy hair that danced in the sun. It was compliment after compliment, and as much as you hated to admit it, it made your heart squeeze. 

“Wanna tell me how they all looked in detail?” You said sarcastically. You expected Tomas to hear your sarcasm, realize what was wrong, apologize and keep telling his story. Instead he just chuckled and said 

“Then we'd be here all day”. 

Unfortunately for you, the day got worse. 

Another woman whose name you hadn't memorized was all over him. Giggling at jokes that weren't nearly as funny as she pretended they are and finding any reason to touch him. 

You should've said something. You should've communicated your feelings. That's how relationships are supposed to work. 

But you didn't. 

On one hand, you thought you had every reason to be jealous and if Tomas actually cared for your feelings, then he would've picked up on this and apologized. On the other hand you thought you were being unreasonable. Tomas couldn't help if some ditzy bitch liked him. Plus, you never told him how you felt, so you couldn't be mad at him for not understanding. In the same breath though, why didn't he tell her to get off of him and why did he feel it was necessary to describe how great these other women he met were? 

You were arguing with yourself for a solid week, and each day that devil on your shoulder got louder. After all, if Tomas did care about how you felt, he'd stop entertaining that girl. Everytime she was near, you left. Didn't you absence bother him?

But once again, that damn angel got in the way telling you to just be honest with him. He'd understand. How can you be mad at something you hadn't communicated upsets you?

But communication came with shame. How would you look telling Tomas that you got a little butt hurt about him talking about other girls and a girl that kept flirting with him? He'd either understand, or he'd be upset. That's how relationships fell apart, right?

No. It was the lack of communication. 

Maybe?

“I'm gonna throw myself down the stairs” you mumbled. 

“Why?” he asked. 

You somehow forgot he was there. You and him were in charge of washing dishes for the week, but neither of you had been talking. 

“I just hate washing dishes” you said, not completely lying. 

It went silent again, the only thing filling the air being the sounds of you washing and him rinsing. 

Then that silence was broken. 

“Are you ignoring me?” he asked. You didn't know how to answer. You didn't mean to ignore him. You were just in your head a lot. 

You didn't answer and he sighed. “Did I do something?”

“No” you answered without thinking. It was a reflex at this point. Tomas over thought things a lot and you'd have to remind him not everything was on him. Telling him he wasn't at fault was natural, but you weren't sure who was at fault now. 

“I mean… I don't know. It doesn't matter”

“It does to me”

“Does it?”. 

You closed your eyes and breathed slowly. You were being way too harsh and you knew it. Tomas was asking you to share what was going on in your head, and you were saying no?

You opened your eyes again. Your mouth opened a few times, trying to figure out how to put what you were feeling but it never felt right. 

“I don't know how to get this out. It doesn't even make sense in my head. It won't make sense out loud”

“Just say it anyway and I'll ask you questions if I'm confused”. You wondered how Tomas was so good and patient and wondered if he learned that from one of his parents. Or maybe his sister. Either way, you mentally thanked whoever he learned from. 

“Ok so, I just feel- no. No, I should explain first in chronological order. You came back and then… actually that sounds really accusatory”. You groaned and looked over at him “can you just tell me to shut the fuck up”. 

He smiled a little and shook his head. “I wanna hear it. We have all day”. 

“It's late at night. That is not true”. He didn't respond and he wouldn't until you confessed whatever you were thinking. 

“Chronological order then…”, after some more stumbling and backtracking you managed to get it all out. Why you were jealous, when it started, how conflicted you felt and how ashamed you felt for being jealous in the first place. The whole time he just listened, nodded, and furrowed his brows at some parts. You couldn't tell if it was confusion or anger. 

“I didn't mean it that way” he said when you were done. “When I said 'then we’d be here all day’. I just meant there was a lot of them, which I realize now still sounds bad but I didn't mean it in some 'they were just too beautiful’ way. I didn't hear your sarcasm”

“And I just kept conversation with her to be nice. I don't know. I didn't wanna seem rude”

“Being rude can go a long way”

“I guess. And I noticed your absence, I just didn't know why. I figured you needed space for whatever reason, so I didn't bother you”

“I think it's impossible for you to bother me”. 

Once again, he smiled and let out a small laugh. You looked back down at the soapy water and that's when you felt like a complete idiot. You were worrying him when you could've been had this conversation. 

“I'm an idiot”

“I don’t think so” and you could tell by his voice that he was smirking. “I think you're just really in love with me”

“Ok buddy”. You rolled your eyes, even if he was right. 

“It's cute”

“It's embarrassing”

“Loving me or-”

“Being jealous. I haven't been that jealous before with anyone else”

“I'm not like anyone else”

“You're white. You're quite literally like everyone else-” Tomas flicked water your way, some of it getting in your eye. 

“I'm gonna kill you”

“You wouldn't. You'd get jealous over the Grim Reaper”. You frowned but he kept smiling that stupid smile that was both loving and antagonistic. Then he laughed. A nice heartfelt laugh that ended up making you crack a smile. 

“Are you smiling because I'm laughing?”

“Absolutely not”,  you lied. 

“You really got a thing for me”

“I've never met you a day in my life”

“That's even more embarrassing then if you're that in love with me”. You went to make another smart comment, but he bumped his shoulder against yours “hey”, he said softly. So soft it threw you off guard. “I think it's cute. You're like a little guard dog”. 

“Were you dropped on your head as a baby and now your social cues are scrambled? A guard dog? I'd prefer if you stabbed me. Here-”, you went to grab a knife but he caught your hand. Any other time you would've hated this. Both your hands were soaking and something about the feel of that made you skin crawl, but you guessed you could deal with that. 

“I think it's cute that you love me so much. I just wish you'd be more honest about what you feel. I was worried”. 

You cringed. You supposed that was your fault. You and your dumb brain making shit complicated, which is something you swore was more of a Tomas thing. 

“I'll be better. I promise. I'll start now”

“Now?”

“Now. The texture of you wet hand makes me wanna die. Please unhand me”. He couldn't help but laugh as he let you go, and you couldn't help but laugh as well. 

You didn't know what you were laughing at. 

You were just happy to be laughing together. 

Finally getting back to requests. The crowd goes wild. Tumblr has this big space between lines so I cannot tell if the format is weird and I should add more space or if I’m tweaking. Oh well.