#and then twenty minutes later you like pt 2

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I just got done reading practice and I absolutely loved it could we get more little Drabbles? ❤️

hi friend!! thank you for reading!!! i do have some drabbles planned for them, im not sure when ill get to them as im focusing on my next wip but somewhere down the line they’ll come for sure 💗

[afictionaladventure16]

A Little Unsteady (Tim Bradford x Foster!Teen!Reader)

Pt. 2

The Rookie Masterlist

Word Count: 4,162

Warnings: Mentions Sexual assault and abuse.

Authors Note: Requests for this fic and The rookie are open!

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping, and your heart leaped into your throat. 

“Oh no,” you jolted out of bed and quickly got dressed. “Fuuuck!” you muttered as you rushed to put your shoes on. Somehow the bed was too comfortable and you slept through both alarms, meaning you now only had five minutes to get to school. Five minutes to do your twenty-minute walk, which is now probably longer since you are further away. 

You ran out of the room and ran into the living room, “Whoa! Good morning to you too! Where are you going in such a rush?” Tim asked as he placed his coffee mug on the kitchen counter before walking over to you. Kojo quickly got up from his spot on his bed and began following you. 

“I’m going to be late for school!” You exclaimed. 

“Y/N” 

“Officer Bradford, I don’t have time for this, I gotta find my backpack and go to school. I have midterms com-” 

“Y/N, just hold on a minute.” Tim followed you as you walked back over to your room, Kojo trailing behind you, you looked around for your backpack. 

“I don’t have a minute,” you groaned in annoyance, “did I leave a backpack in your car?” 

Tim sighed, “Y/N, your backpack is in the car, I’m driving you to school and breakfast is ready. Now, go brush your hair and put on shoes that match and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” 

“I-I can walk.” 

“I’m not letting you walk to school, especially when it’s ten miles away. You’re going to have a proper breakfast and I’ll drive you to school afterward.” Tim began leading you to the bathroom, where you could properly get ready for the day. “But don’t take too long because classes start within an hour.” 

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t take long.” 

Tim chuckled and walked back to the kitchen. He couldn’t help but laugh at the scene you had just caused, the way Kojo followed you around like a lost puppy. He was loving it, loving the noise inside his home and the way things lit up. There was life and somehow he found himself being okay with this being a norm. 

Tim didn’t sleep much the night prior, he spent most of his time tossing and turning, weighing out his options. There was one in particular that was heavy on his mind, one that he felt like it was the best for not just you, but him as well. He wasn’t even sure where to start, but he knew that when he spoke to Sasha today he would find out more. 

His mind wondered if it could be possible to make you stay at his place for a little longer, Maybe something long-term, something safer and reliable until you went to college. 

He wasn’t sure how you would feel about the idea, but he knew he did not want to bring it up until he had spoken to Sasha. Once he was sure it would be possible then he would bring up the idea to you. For now, he had to remain quiet. 

Five minutes later you came back out to the kitchen, your hair a little more tame and your shoes now matched. “Toast?” Tim asked as he placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of you. 

“Please,” you said as you began to eat the food in front of you. 

Tim placed a piece of toast on your plate. He leaned against the counter as he drank his coffee. 

“Thanks for letting me stay the night,” you commented. 

“I’m gonna be picking you up after school, you can leave your things here while you’re at school.” You gave him a nod, “I’ll give Sasha a call and see what we can do for you, alright?” 

“Sounds like a plan,” you sighed. “She’ll just be sending me to another home and we’ll be doing the same thing over and over again.” You began, pushing around the food on your plate with your fork. 

“Who knows, maybe this time it’ll be different.” 

“Didn’t take you as an optimist,” you retorted. 

Tim rolled his eyes, “we should get going if you don’t want to be late.” 

“You’re right,” you got up from your spot and followed Tim out to the car. 

Throughout the drive to school, you rummaged through your backpack, panic was beginning to settle in when you couldn’t see the essay you had worked on the day before within your folder. “Fuck,” you whispered to yourself. 

“What’s wrong?” Tim asked. 

“I Uh-” You sighed in defeat, as you zipped your backpack up, “I lost my paper that I’m supposed to turn in today during fourth period.” 

“Where’d you last see it?” 

You remained silent, trying your best to think back on when you last saw it. You remembered placing it in your duffel before moving spots, you had been working on it when you decided on moving spots. That was when Tim saw you. “Fuck,” you groaned, “it’s back inside my duffel.” 

“Wanna go back and grab it?” Tim offered. 

“No, I can’t be late to my first period, we have a test and if I’m even late by a second I get docked by five points.” 

“It’s just five points,” Tim commented. 

“And if I miss a question it’s another five points, I can’t take those chances.” 

Tim couldn’t help but notice how you were being so hard on yourself, especially when it came to your schoolwork. On one hand, he was impressed with how serious you were on your school work given what you were going through, but on the other, it felt like you were being too hard on yourself. 

“It’s fine, I’ll have to take the L.” 

“Take the L?” 

“Take the loss?” you looked at him in disbelief, “You’ve never heard of that term?” 

“I don’t know if it’s obvious but I don’t spend my time learning all the new terms you kids make up almost every single day.” 

“The grey hairs make it a little bit obvious,” you muttered to yourself. 

“I do not have grey hairs!” Tim glanced at himself in the rearview mirror. 

You smirked, “Made you look.” 

Tim rolled his eyes, and he pulled into the school drop-off lot, “Alright, I’ll be here at three to pick you up.” 

“You know you don’t have to,” you said as you got out of the car. 

“And I said I would make sure to keep you safe. So, meet me here at three, alright?” 

You gave him a nod before closing the car door and making your way inside. Tim made sure you made it inside, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, it was more so that it was a habit of his. To wait until the person that he dropped off got safe inside. 

Once Tim made it home, he got ready for his daily run with Kojo. It was like clockwork, but this time he started it late since he had to drop you off. He wasn’t complaining, it was just something he had to adjust to. Today he decided to walk back home instead, but when they were almost home, Kojo decided he had enough. 

“Get up, Boot! “Quit” is a four-letter word. Do you hear me? Failure is not an option,” Tim yelled at Kojo, but the dog just stared at him. Part of Tim missed having Lucy as a boot, but he’d deny it if someone asked. Tim sighed, “Oh, come on, man. We’re almost home.” Tim felt his phone buzz, and he quickly took it out to find a message from Angela. He smirked to himself, she was just the person he was about to call. 

“Let’s go,” Kojo was quick to get up. 

Back at the house, Tim walked into the spare bedroom. “It feels wrong doing this,” he whispered to himself as he looked around. He didn’t have to look for long because the papers you had been looking for were on top of your duffle bag. He grabbed the papers and made his way out of the house. He texted Angela that he was on his way, but had to make a quick pit stop. 

He was thankful that the school was on the way to where Angela was, He walked into the front office of the school. 

“Hello, can I help you with something?” An older lady behind the counter said with a wide smile. 

“Yes, I am here to drop off something for Y/N L/N.” 

“Sure, let me just see what class she is in, right now. Give me one second, hon.” 

Tim waited as the receptionist searched through her computer. “Looks like she’s in biology right now, I’ll just call the classroom and have Mr. Gomez send her up.” 

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Tim walks over to sit down on one of the chairs nearby. He waited for a while until he heard footsteps nearing. 

“Morning, Ms. June,” He heard your voice. “I was told to come see you?” 

“Good morning, Darling. Yes, there is a handsome gentleman here to see you.” She gestured to the direction in which Tim was sitting. 

You quickly turned to the direction she had gestured at, confused to see Tim sitting there. Your heart began to race, and your mind started jumping to conclusions. Was this it? Was this the moment that someone told you that your mom was dead? “What happened?” you asked. 

“Nothing happened, I only came back here to give you this,” he handed you a few pieces of paper. 

You couldn’t help but smile, “my paper!” you exclaimed. “T-Thank you!” You looked at him in disbelief, “You have no idea how much I appreciate this.” 

` “Just promise me this paper is at least B-worthy.” 

“Given that I spent 10 hours over the weekend just editing it, I’m hoping it is A worthy.” 

“10 Hours?” you shrugged, “Alright, well, get back to class, would hate to have you miss anything important, Nerd.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Thanks, Officer Bradford.” 

Tim sighed, “How many times do I have to tell you, you can call me Tim?” You rolled your eyes and walked back to class. You could recall the first time Tim had asked you to stop calling you Officer Bradford, it was one of the first times he had done a wellness check shortly after Rachel had left. If you were honest, you thought once Rachel left that he would have forgotten about you. So, you were surprised to see him at the door that evening. 

– Then –

It had been a week since Rachel left, and her goodbye was bittersweet. Part of you wanted to beg her to stay or to even take you with her, but you withheld your tongue. Thankful for all the things she had done for you and hopeful that she could do the same for other kids in New York. 

Now as you sat on the bed in your bedroom, which was also a laundry room, you began to wonder if anyone would ever care for you the way Rachel did. 

You could hear muffled voices coming from outside, you walked over to the window to get a glance outside. You could see a cop car parked on the side of the street, something within you knew that you had to go see who was outside. 

Tim walked up the steps, although his heart was still aching about Rachel leaving, he couldn’t get rid of this feeling that he needed a check-up on Y/N. He had been informed that she had been taken to a new foster home only a week ago and he hoped this home was better than the last. 

He knocked on the door only to be greeted seconds later by an older-looking man with a beer in his hand. “Can I help you?” 

“Good afternoon, I’m just doing a welfare check on Y/N.” 

“Well, She’s fine, thanks for checking,” the man began to close the door. 

“I’m sorry, sir, but I’m gonna have to hear it from her that’s fine,” Tim insisted as he placed his foot in between the door to stop it from closing. 

The man rolled his eyes, letting out a deep sigh, “She’s not home,” he shrugged.

Tim smirked as he spotted Y/N peaking around the corner from behind the man, “Hey, Y/N, it’s me, Officer Bradford!” The man quickly turned around, glaring at the young girl behind her. Tim was quick to see the fear appear in her eyes, he knew right then and there that he had to get her out of this house. “Mind if we talk for a bit outside?” 

The man stepped aside giving Y/N the space she needed to walk outside. The door was quickly closed behind her, “How are you?” 

“Peachy,” you stated as you sat down on the steps. Tim followed your lead but decided standing would be best. 

He scanned your body, noticing newly formed bruises on your neck and arms. He knew the ones of your arms were from defending yourself. He clenched his jaw in anger, letting out a deep sigh, “How long have they been hurting you?” 

You crossed your arms, trying to hide the bruises. “At this point, I think I deserve it. Sometimes I just don’t know when to shut up.” 

“No one deserves it, especially a kid.” 

“It started yesterday,” you began, “It was just once, otherwise they’ve been really ki-” 

“Don’t defend them, especially when the man himself didn’t even want to call you to the door for a welfare check. I’m getting you out of here,” Tim stated. 

“To go where? Another home with the same result?” You shook your head, “I’m better off here.” 

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but one night in the shelter won’t be too bad.”

You scoffed, “Then I’ll have all my things taken from me.”

“If that’s what you are worried about then you can leave your things with me and take what is essential,” Tim offered. He hated that this was his only option for you, but it was better than staying another night in this home. He wanted to prevent something from happening to you again. 

You let out a defeated sigh, “you’d do that?” 

“I’ll even pick you up from the shelter in the morning and take you to school,” Tim could see that you were thinking it over. He stood there hoping that you would take the offer. 

“Fine.” Tim gave you a soft smile before ordering you to go get your things. He had called in his findings and asked for a backup. Nolan had arrived minutes later, arresting your foster dad for child abuse.

You watched as Nolan put your foster dad in the back of the shop, “is that everything?” Tim asked. 

You had felt like you were forgetting something, “Um,” you began as you quickly rummaged through your duffel. “Fuck!” you dropped the duffel and ran back inside the home. You ran inside the room you had been staying in, quickly spotting the tan-colored leg, of a stuffed animal, under the bed. You grabbed it and ran back outside, earning a raised eyebrow from Tim, “I need you to keep him safe,” you stated as you handed him to Tim. 

“A stuffed Bunny?” Tim questioned as he took the bunny from you. You gave him a pleading look and Tim quickly understood, “I’ll keep him safe.” Tim gestured for you to follow him to his truck, Tim had contacted your caseworker, while you were packing, who, in turn, asked Tim to take you to the shelter. In other circumstances, Tim would have probably said no, that he had other things to do but that wasn’t the case this time. Tim wanted to take you to the shelter. He needed to make sure you were safe and from there on, he did. 

– Now – 

“This is the kid you’ve been checking up the past couple of months, right?” Angela asked as she looked at herself in the mirror. Tim had come over to the bridal shop to help Angela pick a dress and frankly, he needed advice right now. 

“Yeah, and I’m waiting on a call from her caseworker and… I think I want to foster her. Like, is it crazy to want to foster her?” 

Angela shrugged, “Maybe, but maybe it’s because you think you should’ve had a kid by now so you’re in this mindset of wanting to be some type of father figure to something.” Tim looked at Angela dumbfounded, “or maybe it’s just crazy,” she added with a smile.

“So, should I do it?” Tim asked. 

Angela sat down beside Tim, “You want my honest opinion?” he nodded, “I think you should. I feel like this will be good for you and who knows, maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.” 

Tim smiled, “Thanks, Angela.” 

Angela smiled, “Now be honest, you sure this dress doesn’t make my belly look big?” Tim rolled his eyes and laughed. 

It didn’t take long after for Angela to find a dress she liked and once she did they were out of there. She insisted on bringing over cake samples later for him to help her decide, part of Tim thinks she used it as an excuse to just meet you and get to know you a little better. Yet, Tim didn’t say no, because the other part of him wouldn’t turn down cake if it was offered. 

Once Tim had left the Bridal shop, he decided to give your caseworker a call, tired of waiting on her. 

The phone rang a few times before she picked up, “Hello?” 

“Hey, Sasha, it’s Tim!” 

“Oh, Tim! Hey! I am so sorry, I meant to call you back right away I just got caught up on some stuff” 

“It’s alright, don’t have to explain. I understand how hectic it can be.” 

Sasha smiled through the phone, “What can I help you with?” 

“Well, like I said in the message, I found Y/N last night and she’d been living under a bridge the past week. So, I took her in for the night and now I’m wondering if I can foster her. I know there's probably a lot of paperwork that needs to be done an-” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Sasha interrupted, “I think it’s best if she stays with you, I’ll talk to a judge and see if we can get you emergency custody until I can get started on the paperwork. At this point, I have no other place for her to go.” 

Tim let out a relieved sigh, there was hope, “Anyway I can get the rest of her stuff from her previous foster parents? I know she carries around this stuffed bunny and… well it’s probably not important.” 

Sasha had never noticed the bunny, but then, she never thought to notice. “Y-yeah, I can send you the address and notify them that you’ll be there soon to pick up her things.” 

“Another thing, Um- Y/N mentioned that her foster father he um- he watched her shower a few times.” 

Sasha took in a deep breath, “that’s heavy.” 

“Yeah, look, if it were up to me this man would be behind bars.” 

“I’ll call it in, get him off the foster list, and see if we can get him convicted.” 

Tim sighed, “Alright,” if it were up to him, the man would be six feet underground by now. But it wasn’t up to him. 

“I’ll text you the address right now, and maybe it’s best if you have someone else with you when you go.” 

Tim chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’m angry but not stupid, Sasha.”  Sasha said her goodbyes. It was only a minute after when Tim got an address sent to his phone. 

It didn’t take Tim long to get to your foster parent’s home. Once he had gotten out of his truck a man waited on the porch for him, “Hey,” Tim said coldly. 

“I assume you’re Tim,” the man said in a rough voice, Tim gave him a nod. “All her shit is in this bag,” the man said as he gestured to the garbage bag that was leaning against the wall of the house. 

Tim walked over to the bag and began rummaging through it, “um, there’s this stuffed bunny-” 

“I threw it out, she’s too old to be holding on to shit like that,” he scoffed. 

Tim rolled his eyes, “Come on, man. It’s more than that to her.” 

“Well, if you’re gonna be such a bitch about it, it’s in the trash up front.” The man gestured to the pile of trash that was waiting to be picked up. Tim felt his blood boil, but he had to control his anger. The last thing he needed was to lose his cool, not only would he potentially lose his job, but he could lose the opportunity to give you a safe home. 

Tim gave the man a nod, “Thanks,” he picked up the bag, he then walked over to his truck, and placed the bag in the backseat before walking over to the trash to search for the bunny. 

“Alright, Mr. Hops,” he muttered to himself, “if you could hop on out that would save me a whole lot of time.” After pushing aside a bag or two, he spotted Mr. Hops with ease. “Ah-ha!” Tim smiled to himself as he grabbed the bunny and walked over to his truck. 

Tim drove back home to put your things in your room. Well, the guest room, which is now your room. Tim couldn’t believe it when he thought, that his guest room was no longer a guest room, but your room. Tim found himself excited for what was to come, hopeful that you would be excited too. Yet, he had this fear within him that you wouldn’t be excited.

He glanced at his watch, “fuck!” he muttered as he realized the time. Running out of the house and to his truck, he was going to be late to pick you up and he didn’t want to risk you leaving, thinking that he would never show. Tim parked in the pick-up area at the high school, watching as kids walked out of the gates. He spotted you quickly, smiling as you were already making your way to the truck. 

“Hey!” Tim exclaimed as you hopped into the truck, quickly putting on your seatbelt. “How was school?” 

You shrugged, “‘s alright, I guess.” you sighed, “Any luck with Sasha?” You had been anxious about it all day, just wanting to get it over with, were you going to spend the night at the shelter or another shitty foster home? 

Tim nodded as he drove away from the school, “I did actually. We uh- found you a foster home and they’re really excited to take you in.” 

“Same old story,” you rolled your eyes. 

“They actually requested for me to take your things straight over so you could go straight to their house right after school,” Tim stated, he couldn’t hide the smirk on his face. 

“Jesus, they sound… controlling.” 

Tim shrugged, “who knows, maybe they won’t be that bad.” 

“What about my things from my other fos-” 

“I already picked up your things from there,” Tim interrupted. 

“Oh,” you whispered. You didn’t know why you felt sad that Tim was so quick with his responses, so quick to find you a new foster home. Part of you liked staying with Tim, even if it had been one night, it had been the safest you felt in months, maybe even years. 

“Here we go,” Tim stated, you felt the truck go up a driveway, and you looked out to see where he had taken you. You quickly looked over at Tim with a confused expression. 

“W-wait, I’m confused, I thought you said you were taking me to-” 

“I did,” Tim interrupted. 

“But this is your house,” you stated. 

Tim nodded, “I spoke to Sasha and I told her that I think it’s best if you stayed with me for the time being and she agreed.” Tim couldn’t help but smile as your face lit up. 

“You’re going to foster me?” 

“Yes, if that’s okay with you, of course, if not I can call-” 

“No! I mean, yes! This is perfectly fine with me!” You smiled from ear to ear, “thank you, Tim.” 

Tim smiled, “Of course,” he cleared his throat, ”Now how about we get inside so you can unpack and I’m thinking pizza tonight?” You weren’t going to argue with his ideas, you followed him inside and went straight to your room. Staying with Tim was probably the last thing you thought would happen, but you were happy that you were, but somehow you felt like this was only the beginning of something. 

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[lotusunique]

The engagement pt.2

Armando Aretas x Black Fem!Reader

In which the Reader has to attend Kelly and Dorns engagement party where an ex lover will be attending

You look up at the clock it was damn near 6:30 and you still weren’t fully prepared. Maybe it was the anxiety getting to you. On top of that you didn’t actually tell Kelly that Armando was your plus one. It wouldn’t really matter to her , you did all work together anyhow.

You vacuum and straighten up your living room, making sure not a single thing is out of place. Your personal house rule was whenever you leave for a period of time the house had to be neat so that future you wouldn’t have to clean up.

“Okay what else to do , what else to do”, you think aloud scanning your apartment. You spot your packed duffel bag in the corner beside your plant. “Hair! What the fuck”,you realize what’s missing.

You run to your bathroom and gather your products. This curl routine was not gon be easy to do within twenty minutes.

-25 minutes later-

“Okay curls poppin’!”,you say admiring how well your curly hair looks. “Let’s just hope this Miami heat gives me a few hours before the shrinkage sets in.

You quickly go to grab your outfit off your freshly made bed. Everyone knows you don’t wear your outfit while you do your hair. You smooth out the creases of the bodycon dress, eyeing how it accentuates your body.

You hear a loud knock on the door, “Shit!”, you say. “So Drug Dealers are fuckin punctual”,you groan. Grabbing your heels from the bottom of your closet you hear another knock.

“Cominggggg”, you call out. You finally make it to the door and attempt to steady your breathing.

You open the door revealing Armando in all black, his gold chain and cross pendant dangling around his neck and motorcycle helmet in hand. “How can someone look so sexy”, you think to yourself.

“H-Hey”,You stutter. “H-H-Hi”,he mocks you with a wide smirk. “Shut up”,you roll your eyes before letting him inside.

“Your place is nice”,he says looking around, eyeing the cozy loft. “You can sit anywhere you like. I’m almost dressed, i just need to grab the rest of my jewelry.”,You say looking over at him. “Cool take your time”,he says going to lounge on your couch.

You return to your room, grabbing a heart locket that matches your heart pendant earrings and your favorite tennis bracelet. You slide on your bracelet and earrings before making your way to the living room where Armando’s sat scrolling through his phone.

You look into the small mirror that’s against your wall checking your reflection before attempting to hook the clasp of your necklace.

“Why are these things so frickin hard to put on.”,you groan aloud. Before you know it, Armando is behind you, “hold your hair”,he says grabbing the necklace from your hands,you and his fingertips grazing each other, sending shivers up your spine.

Doing what he says, you hold your hair in one hand, watching as he fiddles with the clasps before finally letting the necklace lay flat on your deep mocha coloured skin.

“Thanks”, you smile up at him. He towers you by a few inches,causing you to look up at him. He nods without saying another word.

“Okay, I’m ready-“,you say reaching for your bag. Before you can grab the bag, he picks it up with no hesitation. “You don’t have to do that?”,you say furrowing your eyebrow at him.

“¿Qué, los traficantes de drogas no pueden tener modales?”, he asks raising an eyebrow with a smile. (What,Drug dealers cant have manners?)

“Oh shut up”,You laugh before the two of you walk out your apartment, you locking the door behind you.

The two of you walk out to where his motorcycle is as he hands you his helmet. “Is it safe for you to ride without one on?”, you ask. “I’ve done way more dangerous shit than this. Trust I’ll be fine princesa “,he says before getting onto the bike. You follow his lead before tucking the motorcycle helmet over your head.

Of course with your line of work you’d been on a motorcycle before, but you’d never been on a motorcycle with Armando. You lean into him, getting a smell of his cologne that makes you melt. He has just the right amount on, you hated when dudes smelt like they bathed in the shit.

Breezing through the streets of Miami, clinging onto him was something you could do forever it felt like.

Holding onto him made you feel so safe and secure, like nothing mattered in this moment. “We’re here”,he says, causing your heart to somewhat sink. “I wish I could ride for five more minutes”,You mutter under your breath. He turns to you, hearing exactly what you said,”what?”,he adds a laugh.

“Huh?”,you respond pretending like you didn’t say anything. He lets out a laugh before the two of you walk to the beach house’s front door.

“Heyy!”,Dorn opens the door,embracing you in a hug. He nods to Armando in the way that dudes usually do before eyeing the two of you.

“You two together?”,He asks.

“N-“

“Yep”

You look over confused at Armando who has a grin on his face.

“So when did you two happen?”,Dorn asks giving a confused glance. “Huh? What’d ya say Kells?”,You call out, pretending , to get out of this god awful awkward situation. “Gotta go”,you speed walk over to Kelly.

“My beautiful best friend you look gorgeous”,You smile admiring your best girl. “Thank you”,she smiles, pulling you in for a hug. “Let me show you to your room.”,She offers. “Okay let me grab my plus one”,You say. You walk over to Armando and Dorn who are deep in conversation. “Can I borrow him for a few?”,you ask. Dorn gives you a quick nod before talking to the other party guest.

“Oh hey Armando. You two..came together”, she gives a sneaky smile. “Yeah”,You give a quick forced grin, essentially telling her to hurry up and show you the room. “Right this way”, she nods her head and leads you two to the upstairs area of the beach house.

“Right here is me and Dorns room, this is Rafes room and Dorns brothers room.”,she starts. “And this one at the end of the hall is yours.”,she says. “Get unpacked, relax a little and then you can meet us downstairs”, She advises before disappearing back down the stairs.

You drop your bag on the side near the bed, Armando following your lead. “Why did you tell Dorn we’re together?”, you ask, trying to whisper. “The whole point of me coming with you is to make it seem like we’re dating right? Gotta make sure we look like we’re together”,he explains. “Okay you’re right.”, you sigh.

“Como siempre”,He laughs (I always am) “Shut up”,You laugh before the two of you return downstairs.

You strike up conversation with your co workers and some of Dorn and Kelly’s families, both already knowing you because of the history you have with the two of them.

You spot commotion coming from the front of the house and a sinking feeling enters your stomach. You start to fidget with your finger-tips when you spot him.

The man that attempted to ruin your life.

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Your lips | Pt. 4

(A/N) Aaaahhhh it's almost over. There will be an epilogue tho, so look out for that!

Pairing: Simon x fem!pregnant!Reader

Warning: mutual pining, medical stuff (nothing graphic), mention of scars, pregnancy, kissis, birth and everything it entails

Synopsis: Your water broke, but Simon's away on a training exercise. Will he make it back? And will the birth go smoothly?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue

You almost pissed yourself as the door to your hospital room flew open. There was Simon, still in full gear, covered in sweat and panting as if he had just sprinted the entire way to the hospital. His eyes immediately found your form and…you waved.

“Are….aren’t you in…in labor?”

You tilted your head to the side, a soft smile on your face.

“I am. Why?”

He groaned, finally giving in and leaning onto his knees as he kept panting. Behind him, three shadows appeared in the doorway, peeking in around his form. You smiled and waved, knowing that these had to be his teammates. After a few moments of rest, Simon rose back to his full height and walked over to you. You were lying in a hospital bed, a few wires attached to you, but all in all, you looked happy and healthy.

As soon as Simon was close enough, he pulled his balaclava up over his mouth and pressed a kiss to your lips. Then, he turned around and motioned to the three men still standing in the doorway.

“Sorry, I brought company.”

You grin at him, waving the others to come in. First was an older man with a beard and a fishing hat. This had to be Captain Price. The next one was younger, about Simon’s age, with a Mohawk. Definitely Johnny. The last one had a darker complexion, and good lord was he handsome. Kyle, Simon always described him as the prettiest on the team. Not your type, but definitely pretty.

“Ma’am. I apologize for the intrusion, Simon was just worried and we wanted to make sure you were alright.”

You smile and wave of his concern, instead motioning to the couch and the chairs scattered around the room.

“Please, it’s okay. Sit down, stay for a bit.”

Then you turned to Simon.

“I packed a pair of sweatpants and a few shirts for you. They’re in the bag in the closet, if you want to change. A medical mask is also in there, probably more comfortable than the balaclava.”

Simon nodded and pressed a quick kiss against your forehead, before he walked to the closet and grabbed the bag, disappearing into the bathroom. Once inside, he quickly combed through what was in there, smiling when he found the grey sweats he knew you loved on him. He decided to take a quick shower, before changing. Twenty minutes later, he walked out to find you laughing along with his teammates.

“He did not!”

Price chuckled as he leaned back in his chair, nodding.

“Oh, he did.”

You were laughing so hard, you started crying. Simon immediately cleared his throat, a frown evident on his face as he sat down beside your legs.

“What were you talking about?”

Instinctively, you reached out to him, his hands automatically taking hold of yours. Your smile widened as his thumb started to stroke the back of your hand.

“Nothing, John was just telling me some stories about you.”

Simon groaned, glancing at his Captain, before he looked back at you.

“How embarrassed do I have to be?”

You shook your head.

“Not at all. But I have to get my stories from someone else since you don’t tell me any. Not that I’m complaining, to be honest, your friends here are amazing.”

Simon smiled underneath his mask and raised your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“I’m glad you like ‘em. But…”

Simon drew the word out, turning to his teammates.

“…I’m gonna kick them out now.”

You started to complain, but before the words could leave your lips, a heavy contraction hit you, and your face screwed up in pain. Simon’s focus immediately landed back on you, his grip on your hand tightening as your grip tightened as well.

After a few moments, the pain started to subside again and you finally were able to take a breath. You peeked up at Simon, your lips pulling into a pained smile.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.”

Simon nodded, but the concern didn’t fully leave his face. Behind him, the other three got to their feet and slowly walked to the door, waving as they left. You quickly focused back on Simon, who still looked concerned, so you reached up and gently cradled his cheek, stroking along the scar on his cheekbone.

“Si, I’m okay.”

You lowered your hand and with a groan, pushed yourself over to the other side of the bed, making pace for Simon to crawl in. He did and turned so you could lie your head on his chest, his arm resting on your waist.

And that was how you spend the next hours. Relaxing with Simon by your side and working through contractions as they hit. After eleven hours, the doctor came in and finally told you it was time to start pushing. By that point, Simon had moved to a chair next to the bed, holding your hand as you curled up in pain.

“It’s okay, love. I’m here. I’m here my love. I’m here, I’m here.”

He kept repeating these words as he leaned over you, holding your hand and kissing your forehead, not caring about how sweaty you were. He stayed by your side, holding you, telling you how good you were doing, how wonderful you were. And when the first cry of your baby rang out and tears started to stream down your cheeks, he just closed his eyes, leaned his forehead against your shoulder, and started praying. Thanking whatever was above that you and the baby were safe.

And then they held her up for a moment, offering you and Simon a glance at the baby.

“It’s a girl.”

The nurse smiled at you two before she carefully put her on your chest, your arms immediately wrapping around her tiny body, covered by one of Simon’s hands.

“She’s beautiful.”

It came out as a whisper and you glanced up at Simon, not missing the few tears rolling down his cheeks. He chuckled and nodded.

“She is. But so are you.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, a quiet sob escaping your lips at his words. After giving you a few moments to hold her, a nurse took her away to complete some checks. While they were doing that, the doctor helped you birth your placenta and finished you up, before she left. After an hour or so, you had your baby girl back in your arms, with Simon lying beside you, holding both of you.

A yawn escaped you as you lay there, Simon chuckled softly.

“Growing tired, love?”

You sleepily nodded your head and leaned against his shoulder, cuddling into him.

“Giver her here, I’ll put her in her bassinet and she’ll be right there when you wake up.”

Although you wanted to keep holding her, you knew he was right. So, with one last kiss on her tiny hands, you let him take her and place her in the little bed, right beside your bed. He stayed there for a few moments, making sure she was alright before he joined you back in bed.

You immediately cuddled against him, resting your head on his chest, before closing your eyes and drifting away. But before you could fall asleep completely, Simon carefully pressed his lips against your forehead, catching your attention. You hummed, letting him know that you were awake still.

“Thank you. I know she isn’t mine, but…I’ll treat her as if she is. I promise I’ll take good care of you two. I promise.”

Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at him.

“I couldn’t imagine a better father.”

He smiled and pulled you even closer, letting himself drift off with you in his arms and his baby girl right next to him.

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i knew i had to make a part two so here we go

damian priest x reader

here’s part one if you missed it - what i always wanted

what i always wanted pt. 2

“is everything okay?” rhea knocked on the bedroom door for the fifth time in two hours. you locked yourself in the room when you found out that you were pregnant. you didn’t want to see anyone as your mind was racing and you weren’t thinking straight.

rhea knew something was wrong. you never locked yourself in before and even when you were too sad to talk, you were always available in case rhea needed you.

so yes, it was weird for her to have you locked in a room.

“y/n please…can you say something?” she asked again, desperate. you knew well that she was capable of tearing the door down.

“uhm…can i please stay alone rhea?” you were sitting on the bed. the pregnancy test still in your hands.

“no”

“rhea…”

“no, let me in or i’ll break the goddamn door!”

you didn’t want to argue anymore so you simply unlocked the door and let her in, leaving the pregnancy test on the bed.

“so what’s going on?” she asked before eyeing the bed and seeing the test laying on it “no way…is it…is it positive?” she asked and you nodded, tears in your eyes again “is it damian’s?” she asked again and once again you nodded.

she knew the answer. she wanted you to confirm it.

“he doesn’t know yet right?”

“he doesn’t have to know rhea!” you almost screamed.

“don’t you think that he’s gonna find out eventually…” she said, sitting on the bed next to you.

“i don’t want him to know…he’ll get with me again just for the kid and i don’t want that, i absolutely don’t want that! it was pretty clear he didn’t want to raise a family with me but i know he will be feeling guilty if he knew he left me pregnant and alone…” you said, tears falling from your eyes “he’s the only man i’ve ever loved but i can’t force him to be with me…”

“do you think he doesn’t love you anymore?” she asked and you slightly nodded “oh girl…you couldn’t be more wrong…he’s broken without you, i see it everytime we are training together, he can’t stop asking me about you…he wants you back but he’s too scared”

“that’s why we broke up in the first place rhea! when i talked about a possible pregnancy he took a step back, being too scared to even have that conversation with me! i - i don’t know if i can handle a pregnancy without him but i don’t want him back just because of this…” you told her, rhea understanding your position.

“you two need to meet and talk. like real fucking adults. he would never back up from this, not only for the baby but because of you, he loves you, he wants you back, he’s sure you hate him and he rather be a ghost in your life that having you telling him that you hate him, you two need to meet. right, fucking, now” rhea said and even if her words shocked you a bit, you knew she was right.

“i’m texting him…”

“good! i’ll leave you alone, i’m going out for a few hours, need to do groceries, text me if you need me here okay?”

“okay” you smiled at her.

you composed a little, drying your tears and fixing your make up a little, at least to look presentable.

damian swore he missed a heartbeat when he saw your name popping up on his phone. you wanted to meet him at rhea’s place and he couldn’t wait for it.

he almost ran to his car when he saw the text message.

not even twenty minutes later you heard a knock on the front door.

taking a few deep breaths you stood up to open the door.

“whatever happens, it’s me and you little bean” you whispered and smiled softly touching your belly before letting him in.

“hey…” he slowly greeted you.

“hi”

“how are you?” he felt awkward. like he didn’t know what to say.

“i’ve…i’ve been better…”

“yeah…” an uncomfortable silence before he started talking again “so, you wanted to see me?”

“yes…there’s something i have to tell you, why don’t we sit on the couch?” you asked and he nodded so you led him into the big living room.

he sat in front of you, his eyes never leaving your face.

“y/n…i’m…”

“no damian, please, let me talk…it’s really important and…uhm, well, it’s something you have every right to know…” you said, never meeting his eyes.

“okay…”

“damian i’m pregnant.”

silence.

an awkward and uncomfortable silence.

“you…are pregnant” he repeated and you nodded “and it’s mine” he said. not asked, he was sure that the baby was his baby.

“i know you didn’t want that and i…”

“i love you y/n” he interrupted you “i never stopped loving you and the day we broke up was the saddest day of my life…i can’t believe i’ve even been so stupid to let you go…that’s the biggest mistake i’ve ever made” you were speechless “i want a family with you, i want our house to be full of kids…” he slowly got up and knelt in front of you “i want to wake up to our baby crying because they’re hungry, or because of a nightmare…i want to hold them while they are sleeping, i want to have a family with you, i’ve been too scared to admit it to myself, and for that i let you go and lost you…”

“you could never lose me damian…”

“i lost you the moment i broke up with you…” he says crying a little.

“you hurt me, a lot…and it will time to forgive you but i can’t live without you here, i love you so much damian and i missed you so bad these past weeks…”

“i love you, i want you back and i’ll fight through hell if i have to” he said making you smile.

“what about the baby?”

“i want this, i want this y/m, i’m serious…i want to have a cute little family with you, i want to be a dad, and i know you’ll be an amazing mom, i just know it…” he sat back on the couch next to you, taking your hands into his bigger ones “let’s do this, let’s have this baby together, cause i ain’t leaving you…”

you smiled, thinking about how you missed him and now that you had him again.

“let’s go back home” he said and you nodded, having him to lead you back home.

the little home where you will be growing an amazing family together.

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part 3

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Unwanted: Chapter 30, Epilogue - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mild sexy stuff (Just some very light hand business. Very light.)

Word Count: 1.1k

Previously On...: You moved out of the Tower :(

A/N: This is it! The last part! You guys. I can't even. It's been a magical journey, and I'm so honored that I got to take it with all of you. I'm scheduling this post on Thursday in my office, and I'm fucking crying, because you've made this more than anything I could have ever hoped for. I love each and every one of you, so fucking much. Thank you for coming on this adventure with me. Thank you for loving Pocket. Thank you for sticking with Bucky and not throwing knives at him and his stupidity. Just, fucking THANK YOU. You are all amazing, beautiful people, and I could not have done this without you. Thirty Chapters, One Hundred Fifty Five Thousand, Four Hundred and Fourteen Words, and more to come. Bucky and Pocket's journey is not over! POOKIE LOVES YOU SO MUCH.

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Not even twenty minutes later– it was actually almost pathetic how close your new place was to the Tower, really– you were opening up the door of your brand new penthouse apartment. It was more extravagant than any other place you’d ever laid your head, and when Tony’s realtor had first shown it to you, you’d balked at the opulence of it. But Tony reminded you that you’d been shot, after all, and had almost died once, then actually died, all in the span of a few days, and after that, on top of everything else you had already endured in your life, wasn’t it time you treated yourself to something good? Besides, it wasn’t like you couldn’t afford it. So, here you were.

“Honey, I’m home,” you called out softly to the enormous, empty space. It would still be some time before the movers finished loading up and delivering everything from the Tower, and then you were going to have a lot of furniture shopping to do. Toeing off your shoes, you padded your way across the apartment to the terrace. Opening the glass doors, you stepped outside. You walked to the edge and rested your elbows against the railing. Taking a deep breath, you admired the view of the city before you, the Tower just a block away. Looking across, you could easily make out Tony and Pepper’s apartment. Waving at breakfast, indeed.

You felt a pair of strong arms slink around your midsection, tugging you into a broad, warm chest. “Thought I heard you come in,” Bucky said, nuzzling his head into the crook of your shoulder. 

“Hey, baby,” you smiled, reaching back to caress his face with your hand. You turned in his arms so you were facing him. “I missed you.”

 Bucky laughed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I only left the Tower two hours ago,” he said. “But I missed you, too.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him, pouring every ounce of love and affection you felt for him into the motion. “I can’t believe we finally did it,” you grinned.

“Took us long enough,” he mused back, but then turned thoughtful. “Probably would have happened a lot sooner if I hadn’t–”

You brought a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Stop. We agreed not to talk about that, remember? Dr. Whitmore said we can’t move forward if we keep hashing out the past, and I just want to move forward, with you.”

“Sorry,” he murmured, but you just smiled and kissed him again.

After you’d been released from the hospital, you and Bucky had had a long, emotional discussion about the future of your relationship. The only way you’d ever stand a real chance, you’d both decided, was if you committed to couples’ counseling and complete and total honesty. Bucky knew he didn’t deserve yet another chance from you, and you probably wouldn’t have given him one if you hadn’t loved him so fucking much. But you’d actually died, and you couldn’t stand the idea of wasting any more time without him. Now, after nearly a year of doing the work, both on your relationship and yourselves, you felt your connection was stronger than ever. And besides, when it really mattered, Bucky had proven, in the most definitive way, that he would pick you over Jade Carthage.

“So…,” you said once the kiss had been broken and you began playing with the hem of his shirt.

“So, what?” he asked. You raised an eyebrow at him suggestively. His eyes widened as he caught your meaning. “What? Here? Right now?!”

You tilted your head and looked up at him with the most innocent expression you could muster, given how completely un-innocent your current thoughts were. “Yeah, right here, right now. Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough, baby?” You trailed a hand down the center of his chest and his breath hitched. “Almost a full year, spent using my fingers, pretending they were you, never feeling full enough? Never getting off as good as I got off with you? It’s been so long since I felt you inside of me, Buck. So long, it fucking hurts.”

When you had decided to give your relationship a real reset, one of the rules you had established, with the advice of Dr. Whitmore, was no sex. You needed to establish emotional intimacy and boundaries once again, without the complications a sexual relationship would bring. She had even suggested you both try to date other people, to ensure that this was the relationship you both truly wanted, but neither one of you could bring yourselves to do it. And now, here you were, almost a full year since the last time you’d been together, and you were desperate. 

Bucky groaned at your words and you knew he was this close to giving in to you.

“Come on, baby,” you purred, reaching down and slowly unbuckling his belt. “Don’t you want me? Don’t you want to be inside of me?” You slowly began nibbling at his jaw, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin and letting it flood your senses.

“Always want you, Pocket,” he growled, tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you flush against his hips. You let out a low moan when you felt the evidence of his arousal press into your stomach through his jeans. 

“Then have me, Barnes,” you whispered, carding your hands through his hair. “Have me on this balcony, have me on every fucking surface of this apartment, as many times as you want.”

Any remaining sense of resolve Bucky may have possessed snapped, and he was on you, sucking on the skin of your neck as he rutted his hips against you, and it felt so. fucking. good. to feel him like that again. His hand dipped into the waistband of your pants, where he found you wet and eager for him. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he growled into your skin as his fingers slipped through your slick folds to toy with your clit. “All this for me?”

You groaned as you felt one finger gently breach your entrance. “Only you, love,” you moaned. “Only ever you.”

You both froze when you heard the sound of the elevator ding, and Bucky quickly withdrew his hand, popping his finger into his mouth to suck away the evidence of his actions. Grunting in frustration, you looked around him to see the elevator doors open and the movers begin to unload dollies of boxes from the Tower into your new apartment.

“Fuck,” you whispered. “So much for reunion sex. I swear, I’ve got blue balls, Barnes”

Bucky grinned at you, leaning down to give you a quick kiss before redoing his belt and heading over to help the movers. “This’ll only take a little while, doll,” he winked at you. “We’ve got the rest of our lives together to make up for lost time.”

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[janeyseymour]

As per your request! I just copied and pasted it from my comment!!

Also. Love your stories. Love it when you post them. They’re just always so short!! I’m so greedy! I always want more!! I’m always full of ideas so if you need any just ask. (I feel like you don’t need them though you do so well writing!) I’m far to ADHD to actually write any of them so happy for you to create the magic lol

They randomly meet a few weeks/months later in a coffee shop and sit down and chat… or she just happens to Bert her bestie Ava at the school hoping to get a glimpse of her!!

I dunno. You’re the artist! As long as it’s happy and smooshy!! 🥰

Thank you for your sweet, sweet words! As requested, here is part 2! I definitely didn't follow the prompt at all, but this is what I came up with, and I hope it's okay!

Enchanted- pt 2

Part 1

WC: ~2.4k

You went to text Ava the next day after meeting Melissa, but you just couldn’t find the courage. So here you are, still just sitting at your desk job, thinking about her. Your mind is filled with what she could be doing right now- actually you know what she’s doing: it’s 11 am on a Monday morning. She’s at school, probably teaching her second graders. You sit there for another half an hour before it’s finally time for your lunch break, and you take the walk down to the Wawa around the corner like you usually do. 

Melissa opens up her Tupperware container, only to let out a loud groan at the odor that comes out of it.

“What the hell is that smell?” Ava scrunches her nose up as she walks in.

“I knew it was a risk bringing this today,” the redhead grumbles as she dumps the contents out into the trash can. “But I thought I could get another day out of it.”

“Damn, girl,” the principal laughs. “That sucks. Wawa lunch for you, I guess.”

“Anyone want anything?” the second grade teacher asks as she slings her bag over her shoulder. Jacob goes to say something, but he’s cut off by Melissa loudly announcing, “Alright, if no one wants anything, I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

She storms her way down to the convenience store- the same convenience store that you’re currently standing in. She sees you as soon as she walks in.

You’re not nearly as dressed up as you were the other night when she saw you, and you look to be in deep concentration as you decide what you want for lunch that day. She chuckles as she watches your furrow your brows deeper than she ever thought possible. She’s absolutely enamored.

“For Christ’s sake, Y/N,” you chastise yourself quietly. “Just pick something.”

She stands behind you and laughs softly. “You know, you can’t go wrong with their quesadillas.”

You nearly jump three feet in the air. You weren’t expecting anybody to come up behind you, and you certainly weren’t ready for the woman that has been occupying your thoughts to be there.

“Oh my…” you take a deep breath as you look at her. She looks… wow. Your cheeks instantly heat up. “Hey, Melissa.”

“Hey, hun,” she chuckles. “You forget lunch today too?”

You don’t really want to admit this, but you aren’t about to lie. “I usually take a walk down here everyday for lunch.”

“Everyday?”

“Like clock work,” you tell her, as you still mull over what to get for lunch. “It’s so bad most of the employees here know me by name.”

As if on cue, one of the workers there looks up and gives you a grin. “Hey, Y/N! The usual today?”

“Usual?” Melissa smirks.

“Aw, yeah!” the employee grins. “Homegirl comes in everyday!”

“Damn, you weren’t kidding’,” the redhead mutters, smirk still written on her face. She hip checks you lightly, effectively making you move over. She hits a few buttons, and then looks at you expectantly. You just stand there, not quite sure what you’re supposed to do.

“Oi,” the woman rolls her eyes. “Put in your order before I order for you.”

“Oh, no,” you stumble out. “I- I couldn’t ask you to pay for my-”

“You didn’t ask, I’m just doin’ it. And I ain’t gonna hear any arguments,” she tells you sternly.

“Melissa, I-”

“Hey, kid!” the teacher calls to the employee that greeted you. “What’s her order?”

He rattles it off as Melissa taps through the different screens, and you give him a look of betrayal. She prints off the ticket, wanders over to the drinks and grabs a raspberry tea before heading for the register.

“Melissa, you really don’t have to,” you try again.

She’s already handing the ticket over to the man behind the counter and pulling her card out of her wallet though.

“At least let me give you cash… or Venmo?”

“Absolutely not,” she rolls her eyes. The two of you stand and wait for them to make your meals, and when she hands in the printed paper and gets your food, she hands it to you with a smile. “Enchanted.”

With a hair toss, she makes her way out. The entire walk back to your office, you grin. She bought you lunch. She said, ‘enchanted’ again. Then, you mentally kick yourself because you didn’t ask her out, you didn’t ask for her number, you didn’t tell her you would get the next meal, you didn’t even reply with that one word that seems to be your thing now.

You eat your usual order from Wawa, and there’s something about it… it just tastes so much better.

As Melissa struts back into the school, she has that confident smile on her face.

“Damn, what happened to you in that Wawa, girl?” Ava laughs as she watches the redhead settle back into her seat and take a bite of her hoagie.

“Oh, nothin’,” the redhead shrugs. “Just saw a friend there.”

The next day, Melissa doesn’t come into school with a container full of her own cooking like she usually does. She doesn’t even enter the staff room when lunchtime rolls around. Instead, she grabs her bag and heads down the street to hopefully run into you again at the Wawa. 

You’re standing there again, ordering your meal, although you look a little frustrated today. She doesn’t know that your frustration is because you had been standing there for ten minutes, hoping she would come in. You had just admitted defeat and decided to order when she waltzed in.

“Rough day?” the redhead saunters over and asks you.

Your eyes go wide, and the mental fog is lifted when you hear her voice and smell her perfume. “Hey.”

“Rough day?” she repeats.

You shake your head. “Just a little tired,” you tell her as you move to the side so she can put in her order. “I can’t focus on anything at work.”

She taps away on the screen, ordering hers and then also yours. 

You swallow hard. “You remember my order?”

“Course I do,” she shrugs. She hits the button to print the ticket, but as she goes to grab it, you take it first. You make your way over to the drink stations, grab a diet coke, and gesture for her to get her own drink. She grabs a raspberry tea again and then follows you to the register. As you go to hand your card over, a gentle hand slaps your card out of your hand and to the ground. She’s standing there with a smirk as she goes to hand her own card over.

“Aye, Schemmenti,” you playfully growl as you bend over to pick your card up. “It’s my turn to buy.”

“Nah, I got this one,” she chuckles. She also goes to hand her card over, but you smack it out of her hand and throw your card at the employee- a man who is used to seeing you come in and actually checked the two of you out yesterday.

“It’s her turn,” the man shrugs with a cheeky smile as he takes your card, although he does slightly cower at Melissa’s glare. Then the redhead turns to you and immediately turns softer.

“Thank you,” she places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “But I got next one.”

“Alright, alright,” you laugh as the two of you head over to the counter to wait for your meals.

“So, you forgot your lunch again?” you ask her.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “Had it out on the counter and left it.” It’s a complete and total lie. She knew she had to test fate to see you again.

The two of you chat while they get your order together, and once again, she’s bidding you a goodbye with a gentle, ‘enchanted’. This time, you get to say it back, and your smiles and blushes are quite similar to each other. 

This continues for the next few weeks, until one day she doesn’t show up at the Wawa like she usually does. Your day sucks. And you’re supposed to meet with Ava after the school day to go get your nails done. You know she’s going to be onto you when you show up in a bad mood.

“Damn girl,” she rolls her eyes and raises a brow. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

“Nothin’,” you roll your eyes back. “Let’s just get our nails done and gossip.”

“You know I’m always down for that shit,” she laughs.

The two of you talk for a while as the ladies do your nails before it the conversation turns to your love life.

“Well, who is it this week?” your best friend asks you.

“No one,” you sigh.

“Well no wonder you’re in a bitch mood- you need to get some!”

“Girl, you make me sound like I��m with someone new every weekend, and you know for a fact that I am very much not like that,” you roll your eyes.

“You have to have your eye on someone,” the principal says. “Otherwise you would be out at the bar looking for someone!”

You mull over telling her, and before you know it, the words are spilling out of your mouth, “Well, I do have my eye on one person, but it’ll never happen, so…”

“Ooh, girl! You got tea! Spill it!”

“It’s really not a big deal,” you tell her, hoping she doesn’t pry. Of course she does, it’s Ava, so you have to go about describing Melissa without Ava being able to catch on.

“She’s a little older than us, she’s tough on the outside but has a soft spot for me,” you tell her. “Easy on the eyes, smart as a whip.”

“Girl, why didn’t you tell me you were practically dating someone?! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re describing Schemmenti."

“I’m not,” you roll your eyes. “I really just see M- this woman when we run into each other at Wawa.”

“What’s her name?” the principal wiggles her eyebrows, all too interested in your love life.

“Enough about my love life,” you shut her down. “Anything interesting happen at school today?”

“I had to cover Schemmenti’s classes today,” Ava tells you. “Woman sounded awful today when she was calling out.”

It clicks in your head that that’s why she wasn’t there to meet you at the Wawa like she usually did, and it isn’t like she has your number to let you know she wasn’t going to meet you. You instantly feel a bit of relief that she didn’t just decide not to come- but you feel bad that she isn’t feeling well.

“Oh?” you try to hide how you actually feel about it. “Is she alright?”

“Nasty cough,” your best friend tells you. “But she assured me she’d be back tomorrow… Red never calls out, so I knew she was feeling pretty shitty.”

“That sucks,” you sigh softly. “Hopefully she’s back tomorrow.”

“So you can ‘run into her at Wawa’?” your best friend blind sides you with her casual remark.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say quickly, hoping to cover yourself.

“Oh, please,” she waves the hand that isn’t being painted right now. “I saw the eyes the two of you were giving each other at the fundraiser, and Melissa has been going to Wawa everyday since the one day her lunch went bad. I know she’s going to the same Wawa you go to everyday, and she always comes back in a better mood. I put it together about a week in. And you just confirmed it.”

“I did not.”

“Girl, remember, I’ve known you since we were five. I know when you’re lying. Listen, she’s your type, your hers. I say go for it.”

“Maybe I will… if she’s feeling better and at school tomorrow.”

“If I know Schemmenti, she will be,” Ava rolls her eyes. “She might be half asleep, and an absolute bitch tomorrow, but she’ll be there.”

Melissa looks like hell as she drags herself into the Wawa, but to you she still looks gorgeous as ever. When she spots you, her eyes light up.

“The usual?” she asks you as the two of you head to the ordering stations. Her voice is barely there.

“Mel, you should be home resting,” you tell her pointedly.

“I’m fine,” she grumbles. “Besides, I can’t miss. The kids have important tests coming up, and-” she interrupts herself to cough. It sounds awful.

You lay a gentle hand on her shoulder and rub it soothingly. Once she’s finished coughing, she sighs. 

“Soup instead of your usual hoagie?” you ask her, already pressing buttons to order her a chicken noodle soup.

She looks defeated but nods. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

You insist on paying, telling her to let herself be taken care of. She begrudgingly listens, mumbling about how she’s a Philly girl and she can handle herself. You roll your eyes, but you assure her that she’s still a tough Philly girl- that it’s okay to lean on someone else. As the two of you are standing there, she coughs a few times. Again, you lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. When she’s finally done coughing, she quite literally leans into your body just slightly.

“Sorry I ditched ya yesterday,” she wheezes out. “I couldn’t drag myself out of bed.”

“No need to apologize,” you assure her. “I’m glad you were home getting some rest.”

“I just kept wishing I had a way to tell you,” she mutters.

“Well, why don’t I just give you my number, so if that happens again… or you want to get something besides Wawa with me, we can text?” you shoot your shot with the woman.

“That sounds… enchanting,” she smiles softly. “When I’m feeling better, I’ll make us dinner? I’m one hell of a cook.”

“I’d be enchanted,” you tell her warmly.

As the two of you separate, you get a text from her. Enchanted.

By the time the end of the work day is over, Ava has texted you too. Bitchhh! I’m assuming you shot your shot. Red came back into the school practically dancing.

Yeah. You’re just starting this chapter of life- that one night was truly enchanting, and it really was the very first page. 

Next

[imfinereallyy]

Tattooed Steve, pt. 2

Part 1 here

Soooo I ended up writing more tattooed Steve. I couldn’t resist. I also realized that Eddie would be the first person to find out but like…other than Robin. But I didn’t count her because Steve and Robin are the same person honestly at this point. Anyway I hope you like it! Pt. 1 is linked above.

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It’s two weeks after Vecna when he gets his first one. It’s unexpected, impulsive even, but Steve needs to feel something. He has just spent the past week and half waiting for Eddie to wake up, staring at his pale form, wishing away the anxiety with every beep, beep, beep that comes from the heart monitor. Begging for this stupid, stupid man to wake up.

He isn’t really sure why he wanted Eddie to wake up. Sure the ruggrats love him, and there is the general sense of not wanting any innocent person to die on his watch, but Steve knows deep down it’s about something else. Or more like the potential of something else. He tries not to think about it too hard.

So during that first week and half of watching a comatose Eddie, Steve takes his time studying the man. Learning every curve, and every scar. And eventually, every visible tattoo he can see. They are interesting, not all of them good, but all very Eddie. It somehow makes them better. Some of them are messed up from the bat bites (ironically the bat tattoos remain untouched), but they add to his aesthetic if Steve is being honest with himself.

When Eddie wakes up after that week and a half, groggy and confused (especially towards the fact that Harrington is practically holding vigil at his bedside), the first thing Steve says to him is “Oh thank god you’re awake.” The second is “What the hell were you thinking?” Before Eddie proceeds to pass out again.

Later, when all of the doctors and family and friends have had their time with him, the third thing Steve says to Eddie is, “Tell me about your tattoos.”

And despite the fact half of them are mangled, Steve doesn’t think he has ever seen anyone light up that bright in his life. And when Eddie starts waving his hands in excitement, Steve can’t help but think that he’s never been so close to the sun before.

So, two weeks after Vecna, Steve makes a decision. Or again, if he’s being honest, an impulse. He finds old books in the library about tattoos (which aren’t very helpful), and finds zines hidden between the pages (much more helpful) on stick and pokes.

Steve shows up with supplies from Melvad’s (for a probably very dangerous tattoo kit) at Robin’s doorstep. “Robs, I need you to give me a tattoo.” Then she proceeds to spit all of her morning tea on him.

After a lot of shouting “Did you hit your head again dingus? Oh my god did you get into another fight? Are you having a break down? SPEAK STEVE.”

And a lot of convincing, “Robin I’m fine. No I’m not having a breakdown. Robs, Robbie, Birdie, I swear nothing happen. I just want to do it.”

The end up on Robin’s bathroom floor (because of course all important things happen on the bathroom floor), with a look of deep concentration on her face. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this, with only twenty minutes from a zine you smuggled out of Hawkins Library. I can’t believe they even have zines.”

“I don’t think they were aware of it honestly.” Steve snorts. His shirt was off, a patch hair already shaved off right where is heart is placed.

“Do you know what you want?” Robin asks, head tilted.

“No, not really. I was hoping you would help.”

Robin hums, like she’s resisting the urge to point out how impulsive he’s being. Like she knows he needs to do this. “Tell me what made you decide to want one.”

So Steve does. He tell her about waiting for Eddie to wake up. Wondering why Eddie got them. Wanting to own himself again, to actually like something new on his body. Put something there he had control of. His curiosity of if it were painful. His interest behind the stories of Eddies tattoos. How Eddie lit up so bright when asked. Wanting to feel like that. Wanting to be close to the sun again.

Robin mercifully didn’t look too deeply (or at least didn’t push on it) about the interest in Eddie himself. “Okay, I think I got it. Just…hold still.”

Twenty minutes later, after three passes with pen ink and a needle, Robin disinfects his tattoo. Before she covers up, she asks “Do you want to see it?”

Steve nods his head eagerly. The tattoo had painful, more painful than he expected, but he found it sort of grounding. Something to keep him aware of himself, almost as if he was able to grasp parts of himself he wasn’t conscious of before.

When Steve stands up to look in the mirror, there he sees off center on his chest, a wonky little sun. It was something a preschooler could have drawn, but it was one of the most beautiful things Steve had ever seen, and it was made by one of the most important people in his life.

Robin says shyly at Steve’s speechless state, “You said you wanted to be close to the sun again.”

Steve scoops Robin up in an instant, ignoring the stinging both on the outside and inside of his chest. “Thank you Birdie.” Which translates, you are the only person I ever need etched in me forever.

“Always, Stevie.” Which means, you’re never getting rid of me anyway.

They pull away with tearful smiles, and silent promises. Steve can start to feel maybe not much like his old self, but somewhere on the way to who he truly is.

Then Robin says, “Okay, me next.”

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okay I wasn’t sure if really anyone wanted more, or if I was going to do it but I actually really enjoyed where this ended up. Also I apologize for any tense changes. I quite literally type this on my phone and say screw it, without looking it over. Let me know if you want more maybe? Send me prompts even. Thanks for reading :)

[purple-goo-writes]

Punk Hazard pt 2

Part 1

"Clocky...what's wrong with me? What did they do to me?" It hurt so much, so much. Something was wrong! Wrong Wrong Wrong WRong! "I do not know Daniel...but you can not stay here any longer."

Danny, now Punk Hazard, was not expecting to be sitting in a safe house, what looked to be a refurbished warehouse, and to be fussed over by various of the older members of the Rogues as Captain Cold called them upon introducing them to Punk. Yet, here he was sitting on the couch as James, who was apparently the Former Trickster, fussed over him while Captain Cold, or Leonard Snart as he was told to call him, bustled around the kitchen with Heatwave. Killer Frost had dipped after they escaped the heroes and Mr. Snart talked about introducing him to the Rogues. Maybe he should have done the same. But, Mr. Snart had promised him non-reanimated food.

Though he had looked rather concerned when Punk asked if it was going to try and eat him. Apparently food didn't do that here. Good to know.

James seemed content to know that his scars while glowing an eerie green/blue weren't hurting him and that he had no injuries after his tussle with the Flashes. Glider was amused when Punk commented that James was rather motherly for a former villain, "Yeah, he's just like that. Think fussing over us keeps him from relapsing at times."

"Definitely not used to an adult caring for me...Usually, they want to rip me apart molecule by molecule." Punk commented only to blink in confusion as the warehouse went silent, even the kitchen was silent as Heatwave and Leonard stopped to stare at him. "Guessing that's not normal?"

James made a strangled noise while Glider pats his shoulder to calm the man down, "No?!? Who does that to a kid?!" "I think you need to start from the beginning, kid," Captain Cold sighed as he handed the mixing bowl to Mick. He probably shouldn't be holding anything for this.

Twenty minutes later, Leonard wondered if Barry would forgive him if he froze a few government facilities solid. Probably, the guy was just as soft-hearted as he was when it came to kids. "Okay, let me get this straight...see if I have all the facts.." "...Pretty sure chair arms aren't supposed to bend that way."

"Your parents were mad scientists and worked with an evil government agency-"

"Not necessarily mad-"

"Found out you were a meta-"

"Technically I wasn't-"

"And decided to work with said government agency to rip you apart and find out how you tick-"

"Viviscected is the correct term for it."

"Along with other experiments which fucked with your biology and powers even more. And now you are on the run after ransacking their labs."

"Yeah pretty much.."

"Right you are one of ours now-"

"I'm not sure that's how adoption works-"

"Do you need a new name? I think you need a new name. Not just your rogue tag."

"He's not listening is he?"

[dreamerschroniclesofstories]

clementina pt3.

A/N: hello again! once again i want to thank everyone for the likes on pt 1&pt 2 of this fanfic. To be honest, i didn't expect anyone to read this and actually leave a like. the support is much appreciated. the next part after this will be the end, making this series four parts.Also, the picture used for this part is the faceclaim for clementina. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR YOU TO REPOST THIS ON OTHER WEBSITES AND TRANSLATION OF THIS FIC.

italics: flashbacks.

pt1. pt2. pt4

Summery: The Shelby family are in for a shock when they find out they have a sister hiding in plain sight.

Word count: 664 

Tommy gently wraps his dark blue coat around the young girls shivering body, Polly stands up and grabs her purse whilst Tommy hooks his arm under the girls legs then hooks his other arm behind her back. Tommy frowns slightly when he realises how light she felt. It was clear that the girl was extremely malnourished for her age. from the paperwork in her folder, Tommy knew she was nine years old but by the looks of her she looks barely six years old. Arthur was already in one of the cars outside ready to drive off as soon as Tommy get in with clementina. Tommy rushes out of the room he found the young girl in.

Polly rushes behind him then gets into the other car “ Arthur, drive like your life fucking depends on it” Polly demands, turning on the car engine.

Tommy sits beside Arthur with clementina in his arms. the drive would be twenty minutes but with Arthur driving, it would only take roughly ten minutes.

Clementina had been in hospital for the past week, she had been unconscious for majority of her stay. when she woke up, she saw the same woman she saw in the orphanage. She introduced herself as Polly and reassured clementina was safe and won't have to see the nuns again.

“ hello?”  clementina calls out, look around at the hospital room she was currently placed in, she couldn't remember how she got here, her chest rises and falls rapidly as she realises she was alone in the cold, white room. Clementina was always scared to be alone even before she was in the orphanage, her father would leave her alone for hours in the warn down small flat that was her mothers before she passed.

Before clementina could call out again, she heard the door opening quietly then shutting less then three seconds later. The young girl looks towards the noise, immediately noticing a woman with curly brown hair walling over to her. She recognises her as the woman from the orphanage.

“hello darling, i was wondering when you would awake”  Polly sits down on the chair beside Clementina's bed, putting her purse on the floor gently.

Clementina watches Polly, her eyes telling Polly that she was scared of her “ who are you“ Clementina whispers fearfully.

Polly smiles softly, placing her hand on top of Clementinas' small hand “ i'm Polly, your aunt”  she introduces herself, using her other hand to move a strand of Clementinas hair from her face, Polly's eyes sparkle as she looks over the young girls face “ you have a big family waiting for you”

Clementina eyebrows twitch as her eyes widen “family? i have a family”she whispers, ever since Clementina was placed into the orphanage she prayed every morning and night for her to get a family.

Polly chuckles softly, nodding “ you have four brothers and a sister” she smiles happily “Finn your youngest brother is closest to your age, hes nineteen”

Clementina blinks slowly, listening as Polly spoke. she always wanted siblings but now she has five of them, she felt slightly overwhelmed there was a man” she whispers, remembering seeing a man pointing a gun at the nun that was punishing her.

“ that would be Tommy, your second oldest brother, hes here right now talking to the doctor that helped you” Polly clarified for the young girl, sensing that the information was confusing her.

Polly stayed in that hospital room for a couple of hours, keeping Clementina company as Tommy was making arrangements with the doctors to discharge her into his care.

outside of the hospital room, the sounds of the young girls giggles could be heard, the time Polly spent with her, the more she felt comfortable and relaxed with Polly. The young girl didn't hear as Tommy opens the door and lights his cigarette.

Tommy leans against the door frame, watching them. he blows some smoke from his mouth and smiles slightly “ hello clementina” he greets the young girl.

a/n: i don't really like this part, it feels rushed and not that interesting but i want to post daily for this series. i hope you enjoyed it. please leave a like, comment or re-blog it will be most appreciated xxx

[belovedwhore]

pretty boy pt 4

ethan landry x reader

warnings: smut, little bit of plot, slight nipple play, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation

notes: sorry i’ve been gone for a while but i’m back and i come bearing gifts. i hope you enjoy this cuz i grinded this shit outttt. anyways enough chit chat please enjoy and indulge you ethan obsession below

also he was at econ

pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5 , pt 6

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it’d been almost a week since the party and the morning after where you and ethan had hooked up. you guys haven’t done anything since, not really having time between your opposing classes or any opportunities to sneak away from your friend group when you all hung out. but you’d see him tonight at yet another frat party chad was dragging your friend group to.

“chad what are you a frat boy now,” you asked while your friend group walked campus, making your way back to your apartments to get ready for the party.

it was already 7:30pm and you guys wanted to meet up again around 9pm to walk to the party together.

“fits the role, i mean look at him he’s a curly headed himbo,” tara teased.

“hey i’m not a frat boy,” chad argued, “but… if i were that wouldn’t be a bad thing ya know not all of them are douchey assholes.”

“yea, only ones named chad,” mindy chimed.

“oh fuck off,” he scoffed as the rest of us laughed.

after like twenty more minutes you arrived at tara’s apartment building. you held the door as mindy, tara, and anika headed inside. chad was going to head to his dorm to get ready and come back later.

“see you later,” he spoke as he started to leave.

“oh wait,” you stopped him, “is ethan coming tonight?”

he smirked at your question, making kissy faces teasingly as you inquired about your “friend”.

“oh fuck off is he or not?”

“yea he’ll be there but later than us, he has a late econ class tonight so he’s coming on his own,” chad finally answered.

“ok, good,” you replied nodding to yourself.

“well i’ll be back,” he said heading for the door, “see you soon sex demon.”

this goddamn nickname, fucking tara.

as promised chad returned about an hour later and you guys all left for the party. it wasn’t too far a walk, just fifteen from tara’s apartment. the theme for the party was neon so you opted for a white crop top with a neon pink skirt. the other girls pretty much went for the same thing just a different variety of colors. and of course our beloved himbo went for the sleeveless route with a pair of neon blue shorts. the five of you arrived at the house and were let into the party. it was a house party, nothing too crazy but there were a lot more people than usual, the lighting dim in the living room with blue leds around. anika and mindy left to go find a spot on a couch somewhere, they enjoyed people watching at these things. you, tara, and chad spotted a table of jell-o shots, each taking down three. you guys talked as the alcohol started to affect you, dancing and singing to the music. after a while you guys headed to kitchen to get some more to drink. the lighting was better in the kitchen as the three of you took three shots of vodka together. as you slightly zoned out you felt the shots start to warm your skin as you had just downed your sixth of the night, giggling with tara fumbling for a drink to carry around. snapping you out of your daze was a yell that came from chad.

“ethan,” he screamed across the island over the loud music, “you made it.”

ethan made his way to over to the them on the other side of the island, slightly stumbling.

he drunkenly laughed, “hey guysss, look it’s my friends!”

he wrapped his arms around the three of you, well as best as he could. you weren’t exactly sure how he was already drunk and better yet a little drunker than you.

“ethan buddy,” chad laughed, “when’d you get here and how are you so fucked up?”

“i’m not ‘fucked up’ chad,” he playfully punched him, “just slightly buzzed, and some guys from my class said they were coming here too and invited me to pregame.”

“pregaming wow,” tara gasped patting him on the shoulder, “who are you.”

you laughed at her exaggeration, tara was quite outspoken well more than usual and touchy when she drank, very similar to you.

she chirped, “chad come with me we’re gonna go kick ass at pong,” grabbing his hand leading him into the crowd.

“you mean i’m gonna kick ass at pong while you stand there looking hot,” he scoffed, allowing himself to be dragged away leaving you and ethan alone in the busy kitchen.

his hand began to dance along your waist tracing the exposed skin, sending chills up your body.

“i haven’t seen you in a while,” he told you, moving closer so you could hear him clearly.

“i know,” you swiftly answered.

“i’ve missed you, you know, in more ways than one,” he trailed off, his hand reaching up your back.

“oh really,” you inquired, “you’re cute like this.”

“like what.”

“drunk and talkative and touching me.”

“oh i-i could do more of that, hmm” he whispered moving closer to your face.

“mhmm i’d really like that-,” you rushed out kissing him quickly.

you both melted into the kiss, having not seen each other for days, longing for each others touch. ethan took control for the first time in this kiss. you felt him bite your bottom lip slightly, pulling it and using this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. his tongue explored the depths of your mouth, eager to know you better. you moaned into the kiss, pulling him closer to you by his waist when suddenly you felt him pull away. you were both breathing heavily, his lips were red and plump from your kiss and you only wanted to do it again.

“upstairs,” he spoke, taking your hand and leading you to any empty room.

took about four tries but finally you found an unlocked and unoccupied room, rushing inside. as you entered the room ethan quickly resumed your kiss walking you back until the back of your legs hit the bed and you both fell atop of it. he hovered above you kissing you strongly and massaging your thigh. he brought your leg to his waist, grinding onto your center as he moved his lips to your neck. he kissed your earlobe, sucking marks into your skin that were sure to be seen tomorrow. you whimpered as he nipped at your neck, licking stripes after irritating the area.

“e-ethan,” you moaned, gripping his hair tightly.

moving your hand down his body you reached his clothed cock, hidden under his joggers. you began to palm him through the material, massaging his hardening member as he trembled above you. then you felt him grab your wandering hand and move it above your head, now straddling your hips.

breathing heavily he removed his own hand, moving his lips down your chest, pressing quick, wet kisses to your collarbone and down the valley of your chest. he rubbed your tits through your shirt and bra, peeling back the layers to reveal your plump tits and hardened nipples to the air. he immediately attached his lips to one nipple while playing with the other, rolling it between his fingers, pinching it. you squirmed under his body, yearning for any type of friction to help relieve pressure on the knot forming inside of you as he tended to you nipples. he switched to the other, swirling his tongue around the bud sucking on it. you jolted under him as he pinched and pulled at your chest, the fleeting pain soothed by the lick of his tongue.

“you are so fucking hot,” ethan groaned into your abdomen, kissing farther and farther down.

he reached your skirt, looking up to you for permission to take it off which you granted by helping him take them off. he now knelt on the ground in front of you on the bed, legs spread in front of him bearing your clothed cunt. he placed your legs over his shoulders, resting his head between your thighs, breathing directly on your cunt.

“ethan p-please,” you whined, moving your hips, pushing your mound closer to him begging him to do something, anything.

he pressed his thumb on your slit, running it through your clothed folds. you could feel his breath on your cunt, laughing to himself as he teased you. he found your clit, massaging it under his finger feeling it enlarge. taking a deep breath you quickly lightly kicked ethan onto the floor before removing your panties yourself since he clearly had no plan to anytime soon.

“stop fucking around,” you cursed breathlessly now sitting up on the bed with your legs spread.

you took off your shirt and bra, tossing them somewhere onto the floor. ethan still lay on the floor looking up at your now fully naked body. he was basically salivating at the lips, moving closer to you as you started moving your hands towards your bundle of nerves. you reached your cunt, dipping your fingers in one swipe making you moan loudly at the sensitivity of your nerves. ethan approached again, kneeling between your legs heading straight for your cunt. he licked between your folds as you lay back on your arms watching him.

“oh my god,” you moaned.

“y-you’re so wet,” he whispered between your legs, delving back into your pussy.

he placed his entire mouth on your heat, flicking his tongue between your folds, collecting your fluids. he sucked on your clit strongly, gripping your hips, keeping you close to his face. you dropped on the bed unable to hold yourself up any longer. whining under his touch, you grinded your pussy on his face eager for more.

“ethan fuck i-i,” you stuttered as he attacked your clit, “so good.”

he groaned at your praise, sending vibrations through your body as his mouth was attached to your heat. you could feel the bundle of nerves become tighter in tighter in your core, close to unraveling.

“m’ so close pretty boy,” you moaned out with a string of profanities.

suddenly you felt his tongue enter inside of you, licking the inside of your walls and you nearly came right there. you gasped, the feeling shocking you as you moaned with pleasure.

“don’t- don’t stop,” you pleaded although it was clear ethan had no intention of doing that.

he gripped your hips tighter, pushing his tongue deeper into your cunt, fucking you with it. you squirmed in his hold, struggling to keep yourself composed as you rapidly approached your high. your legs trembled on his shoulders as you started to lose strength in your limbs. fucking you harder and faster with his tongue you lost all composure and came hard. you released all over his tongue and mouth as he rode you through your high, still attached to your sensitive heat. your legs trembled, falling limp as your body shook with your orgasm, ripping through every part of you.

“ethan,” you groaned weakly, “fucking hell.”

you pulled him off of your cunt by slightly tugging on his hair, the overstimulation getting to be too much. he crawled up to your position on the bed, kissing your forehead and all around your face with your juices lathered across his face.

“good?” he asked as if you weren’t violently cumming in that very mouth sixty seconds ago.

“really fucking good,” you answered quietly.

“can you do it again?” he whispered, reaching his fingers down to toy with your pussy.

“you-” you gasped as he ran his fingers through your overly sensitive folds, “m’not gonna be able to walk.”

“i’m strong, i’ll carry you.”

“you’re not gonna fucking ca-,” you spoke interrupt by two of his fingers stretching your cunt.

“cmon for me,” he whispered, “for your pretty boy.”

you couldn’t deny the pleasure, as you nodded for him to continue fucking you with his fingers. he started slow, curling them inside you while observing your face contort at the stimulation. he kissed you softly as he began to fuck into you faster, curling deeper and harder into your already sensitive cunt. you moaned into the kiss, now opened mouthed looking at his fingers move in and out of you. as your head rolled back from the familiar building pressure in your cunt ethan placed kisses along your neck, sucking marks into the skin and whispering sweet nothings into your ear,

“gonna cum in my pants,” he breathed into your ear, “y-you’re too much.”

his words spurred you on as you rolled your hips against his fingers chasing your second release of the night. for the final time ethan increased his pace, now ramming his finger deeply into your cunt. the sound was obscene as his fingers rapidly entered your cunt still filled with your previous release along with your new arousal. you whimpered under his touch,

“oh my, fuck fuck,” you yelled, approaching your high.

ethan kissed you as your second orgasm ripped through you. you pushed his hand out of you, unable to take the overstimulation again. he rubbed your legs as they twitched while you came. your breath was heavy, unable to take the orgasms you’d reached in the span of five minutes. you turned your head towards him, kissing him weakly with all the strength you had.

“only you, pretty boy,” you spoke breathlessly, “only fucking you.”

he helped you sit up as you needed to get dressed.

“i was nervous,” he told you as he fetched your clothes from all over the room, “never done that before.”

“be nervous more then cause you nearly fucking killed me.”

he looked worried before you clarified, “in a good way.”

“ohhh, kay good,” he smiled kissing all over your face before helping you dressed.

you put on your bra and top okay. but you let ethan put on your skirt and panties because of the current state of your legs. he kneeled on one knee, letting you hold his shoulders as you stepped into your panties and he pulled them up your legs, same with the skirt.

“ok, let’s go everyone is probably looking for us,” you said as you stepped forward but faltered.

he caught you by your hips, laughing at your inability to really walk on your own.

you lightly punched him in the shoulder, “this isn’t funny, you did this to me. what are we supposed to tell everyone?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugged still smiling.

“oh fuck you,” you scoffed turning around, “now help me out of here.”

ethan hurried to your side, opening the door and guiding the two of you out of the room.

[arisuraxz]

Twinkling Watermelon (pt.2)

summary: you fell in love with beomgyu first, but he fell harder.

warning: cursing

taglist: @eclipse-777 (lmk if you want to be tagged!)

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beomgyu was holding you, and running, rushing to the hospital. beomgyu was actually worried because a guy has to take care of a girl, right?

and this is how it started. Beomgyu at the time beomgyu now has a crush on you. Blushing hard. As soon as he went to the hospital, he shouted.

"nurse! help! this girl collapsed! help!"

the nurse ran up to beomgyu, to take care of you, so they put you into a rolling hospital bed, and took you into a room.

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an hour later, you still haven't woken up. the nurses talking to beomgyu, saying something.

"mr. choi, for this, you have to sign a paper for y/n," as she passes out the paper to beomgyu.

"oh yeah, ofc, nurse!"

well, beomgyu didnt know what to do. he just thought of 'its just letters all over the paper' in his mind. all he did was just put his signature in the paper.

"thank you!" beomgyu told to the nurse.

so he ran, to check on you, so he went to the room your in, and checked to see if your okay. as he was checking, you woke up. you saw yourself lying down in a rolling hospital bed, looking around, and before you realized you were even in a hospital, you saw beomgyu. you were shocked. you asked yourself in your mind, 'did he take you to the hospita-'

"y/n? are you okay? im so glad you woke up!" he was relieved, he was waiting for 1 hour, and 15 minutes for you to wake up.

huh? you didnt know what was happening, and you finally realized, you were in a hospital.

"beom-beomgyu? what are you doing here?" you said, clueless.

"you dont need to know about that, y/n, are you really okay? you got me worried."

"yeah, im okay, i think im gonna go now" you got out of your bed and went outside, going to your home.

"wait nono, y/n! are you hungry? i can take you to a restaurant and ill pay you!"

wait, what? hes really paying me? we arent even close, or not even friends, but this? Nah, no way.

"no, im not hungry, now leave me alone. my mom will be angry at me." then, your stomach rumbles.

"ehehehhheh!! what do you mean? your hungry! hahahah!!" you realized, so you covered your stomach with your arms and you walked away. and, beomgyu was infront of you again.

"nonononono y/n, im sorry! ill actually pay you! which restaurant do you wanna go? anywhere, y/n! i dont care if its expensive, ill pay you!" he begged, with his puppy eyes, watering.

"fine. lets go to the restaurant there."

so you both went to the restaurant you wanted to go, and he was actually serious. he did pay you. after he paid, you and beomgyu went to the table, waiting for the food. and maybe after twenty minutes. the foods finally here. you both were eating peacefully, and you looked at beomgyu, eating, and damn, he looked so pretty. you were admiring him. beomgyu realized, and as soon as he realized, you went back to eating your food. Beomgyu was blushing, crazy, like, actually crazy. he was blushing so hard, that his legs are swinging and kicking. so he went back to his food, and he was about to tell you something.

"y/n, do you like your food?" he wondered.

"yeah, i do, do you?" you wondered back.

"ofc i do! why? did you think that my food was bad?"

"what? no! im also just wondering" you told to beomgyu.

and you both went back to eating your food.

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you both were walking to your guys home, and around 8pm, and you normally was supposed to be home at 5pm, but you didnt care at all. you didnt want to ruin the moment.

"hey, y/n, since we are going home, ill give you my number. so, if you need any help, contact me. ill be here for you. or, if you cant, please think about me!" while he said that, he showed you his number.

your heart felt like it was about to burst. you were blushing, and beomgyu was too. so you smiled.

"your smiling.." beomgyu looked at you, as he said quietly.

"what did you say?" you asked.

"what, y/n?"

"oh, nevermind."

"well, y/n, please walk home safe! ill see you tomorrow!!" he ran. "tornado!"

you look at him, running. then, you walked home. while you walked home, you were thinking about the scene that happened with you and beomgyu. you were happy. you never been so happy before in your life. As soon as i got home, i went into my bed, laid down, and thought all bout the things me and beomgyu did. and i realized, i have the biggest crsuh on him.

[heyhihellosworld]

𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁!

Pt 2 Pt 3

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 4.5k, this is the longest one i've written so far

Summary: A quick bathroom fuck never hurt no one. Right?

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Notes: Had fun writing this but didn't quite turn out the way I wanted. Plus I can't write Jack's accent so just pretend it's his talking lol and also smut is really hard to write so sorry for it, just couldn't skip it

"Oh my" you sighed, shaking your head at your brother. You were sprawled out on the couch, listening to Jack who hadn't stopped ranting for the last thirty minutes.

"Jack, come on man" you laughed, flicking his forehead with your fingers and ignoring his grimace. "I know what to do, I have been to games before. I won't go outside the box in game-time and I will see you later on" you summarized his rant with a pointed expression.

"I know you have, it's just... It was a long time ago and I just want ya to be safe" he sighed, standing up and heading to the kitchen, filling a bottle with water. "And you forgot one thing"

You scoffed at him, leaning your head back against the couch with a sarcastic chuckle "Oh wow, I'm so sorry how could I forget"

"Don't apricate the tone"

You laughed for real this time, meeting his playful eyes from across the room "I won't fuck any of your teammates Jack"

He hummed in appreciation of your words but couldn't help but fill in "any footballers"

"I won't fuck your teammats Jack" you declared, making him grunt "what, no no, no footballers" "That's mean!" you argued but he shook his head

You raised your eyebrows at him in a daring way "Either way you agree with no teammates or I will fuck all of your teammates" you threatened halfheartedly, eyes narrowing at his face.

"Fine" he sighed, giving up. It wasn't like you planned on fucking any of them, at least not tonight but you still felt good having won that small battle.

"Okay well are you ready?" he asked, making you jerk your head up from the couch "What? But it's like three hours to the game" you protested, not being ready at all.

"Well yeah, but if you wanna go you need to go with me and I have to be there in twenty minutes" "Why can't I just take an uber?" you questioned but stood up anyway, you knew this was a battle he would win and you were not ready to go yet. "No, just go get ready" Jack chuckled as you sprinted up the stair of his house. You had moved in with your brother a few days ago after having come home from studying in France for the last three years.

You had always been close, it only being three years between the two of you meant you had grown up really close. So when you announced you wanted to move back to England this year he had opened his home for you immediately, pleading you to live with him rather than your parents until you found a job and arranged a living on your own.

You sprinted to the bathroom, brushing your hair and whipping up some mascara before changing into a simple outfit, a hoodie and jeans since you were gonna wear his shirt later on anyways. Since Jack was always late so you didn't hurry your ass too much but took your time.

When you emerged from the stairs fifteen minutes later he was sprawled out on the couch smiling as you walked towards him, standing up and giving you a side hug. "I really missed you ya know" he hummed a smile taking over your face "well I have missed you to Jack"

He messed your hair around in a loving manner before you both tied your shoes and made your way to his car. He lived close to the arena and considering it was a home game it was only a fifteen minutes drive.

"I bet you'll start on the bench if you'r late" you hummed jokingly "nah, not when I got you with me" Jack grinned "Plus I warned them about it yesterday so don't worry, you won't miss me on the pitch, you will get to live your dream"

You smiled at him, "wow, how nice"

He grinned back at you, he looked just the same he had always done, of course he looked a lil more mature and manly then when he was a kid but not much had changed. He had the same strong face, same long stroppy hair and the same humor and personality. Never failing to make you smile.

"So, what will I do for five hours?" Jack shrugged "I don't know, entertain yourself"

"Are you gonna leave me on a bench?" you joked dramatically but when he shrugged you gasped "Jack Peter Grealish you are not leaving me like that!"

"Don't middle name me"

"Well don't leave me on a bench for five hours then!"

"I haven't done anything yet! We are in the car for fucks sake"

"Okay okay" you giggled "I'm gonna follow you around"

"You can not follow me into the changing room"

"Well fine, I can understand that but otherwise"

"Yeah, yeah, just don't get on ma nerves" he grunted, already regretting talking you into going with him.

"As you bed you lay" you grinned, messing his hair up to his dismay, grimace spreading over his features as he tried to fix his looks before you rolled up to the parking lot. There were already a couple of fans outside, wanting to talk to Jack and he was nice enough to wave his window down, sign some shirts and talk a little to the fans before excusing himself and driving into the private part of the park.

"Okay, behave now" he scolded playfully, your eyes rolling at his manner. "Oi! I saw that!"

You rolled your eyes again with a smile on your lips, ignoring his yelp and climbing out of the car. "Just go in Jack"

You walked after him into the building, he had a meet up with the team and then they walked to the pitch. It wasn't actually five hours but more like two-three hours until kickoff.

You didn't want to actually hang off him all day because you knew he needed to get into his mood as well so you opted to go directly to the arena and climbed up in the middle of the stand. It had been a long time since you were there last. You had grown up with the same passion for football as your brother but had never acted on it. You loved it but you didn't want it to be your job, only your hobby.

You had stopped playing as a teen and then opted to play only for fun in the garden with Jack or someone else when the opportunity came up. Even though you hadn't been here and watched his games you hadn't missed a single one of his since you moved. But you had to admit that sitting here beat the couch. Even empty the atmosphere was awesome.

You studied the players as they walked onto the pitch. It was an awesome game today, City against Chelsea. You didn't know that many players outside of City but Chelsea were a good team that you knew. Plus you had always had an extra eye for a few players at Chelsea.

Soon the players started to tumble onto the pitch. You spotted Jack walking with Phil, humming along each other and laughing, probably a stupid joke of Jack's.

Your air-pods buzzed by the sounds of your playlist whilst you just observed. Soon dark blue clothed players started to come onto the pitch as well, greeting some of the city players before focusing.

You let your eyes fleet around, naming the players you knew by name which was close to everyone. You knew a few of them personally but it was mostly Villa players you had met.

Suddenly your eyes stuck on one of the Chelsea players. He stuck out to you, not because he looked special or weird he just... stuck out. He had headphones on and looked really into his zone. Fair brown fluffy hair stuck out messily around the headphones and he had a slight scruff covering his chin. He was more than handsome.

Your eyes followed him around as he walked, stopping after a while to talk to Jack and a few other City players. You couldn't put a name to his face.

The idea of asking Jack about him traveled into your mind but you quickly waved the idea out of your head. He would never tell you if he got the impression you thought he was good looking.

As you stared at his movements he suddenly looked up at you, meeting your eyes with a concentrated look. You froze in your seat, shit had he noticed you staring. You tried to play it off but didn't move your eyes from him, mirroring the grin he gave you as he had spotted you.

His tongue poked out from the side of his mouth, swiping over his bottomlip before he followed his teammates off the pitch and back down the tunnel.

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"Hey, you fell asleep?"

Your head snapped around to the tunnel where Jack's head poked out. "No no, just calm here" you hummed

Jack chuckled, nodding. Okay I just wanted to check on you, people are starting to come now so get away from there. We will start warming up in ten"

You nodded, walking down from the stand and into the tunnel where they were already preparing for the public. You squeezed yourself past and walked with Jack into the tunnel. "Hey, can I get coffee?" you pulled your cutest face, blinking at him while he rolled his eyes. "Sure, let me just check they are all dressed" he grunted, leaving you in the stairs. "Fine, come in" Jack gruffed, holding the door open for you into the city area of the building.

You waved trough the opening at the players who all greeted you back before taking a cup and making yourself some coffee while Jack looked at you with crossed arms. You weren't new to his teammates. During your French years you had been home to visit and met most of them. It had become known that where Jack went you went too. He was protective and always wanted to have you under his sight when there were a lot of people around.

"So, in ten minutes it's warm up so you gotta get to the box and please-" "I won't leave the box Jack" you sighed, rolling your eyes. "Calm down, It'll be fine"

"Little Grealish" John grinned, cutting off your conversation with Jack as he engulfed you in a hug "ah hi Stones, how are ya?"

"All good, what about you? Haven't seen you for a long time"

"I'm all good" you smiled "Jack said you moved back here?"

You nodded, sipping your coffee "Yeah, earlier this week, I finished my studies so it felt like the right decision"

"Well that's really nice, maybe I will see you around a little more than?" he grinned making Jack cough beside you "Yeah you sure will" you smiled, not missing the wink he threw you before going back to his seat.

"No" Jack grunted before you had even had the time to look at him. Laughter spilled out of your mouth before you could stop it "What"

"No, not gonna happen he is old plus he is my teammate"

You chuckled, leaning against his side "Don't worry Jack, I'm not into Stones, plus he has a girlfriend"

"Didn't seem to stop him" he grunted "Maybe not but it stops me. You don't have to be so tense Jack. I can take care of myself and I won't sleep with your teammates, I promised"

"Okay, Okay" he sighed, giving up on the argument. "Anyway, I'm just gonna fill this up and then i'll go. Good luck" you smiled, kissing his cheek before shouting a collective good luck and moving to your seat.

It was packed in the stadium already, people bussing for an hopefully exciting game. You smiled as you saw him jog up the pitch in his light blue set. Hair flopping as he ran. But soon your eyes changed direction as dark blue clothed men started to jog into the other half of the pitch.

Your eyes immediately found him, he looked ridiculously hot in his set, hair flopping a little and tongue again poking out from his lips. You noticed he was popular by the way the arena started buzzing as he did something towards them but yet you couldn't put your finger on who he was. You followed City and some national teams but not more than that. It was what you had time for.

The whole game your eyes seemed to fleet back to the brunette. He played really well and you caught yourself cheering when he scored a goal. Stopping quickly as you realized your betrayal.

Jack played really good too, creating a lot on his side and almost scoring a goal.

When the final whistle blew it was 3-2 to City and you cheered as the team waved up to the stands, clapping their hands to thank the public. You quickly slipped down to Jack again, just as he had told you too. All players had gone into the changing rooms so you sat down on the top of the stairs. Resting your back against the wall.

You were kinda tired, it had been an early morning and there was always a lot of tension and excitement during the game, a tension that was let off and left tiredness.

You went on your phone, sighing at all the notifications and shutting it again.

"Are you lost?"

You flinched, almost losing balance at the voice. Your head almost snapped off as you looked at the man who stood on the top of the stairs, looking down at you with a small smirk.

You felt your face heat up as you saw the familiar face of the handsome Chelsea player. "Ah, no" you said, your voice coming out choked and hurried. You cursed yourself, forcing yourself to calm down and act cool despite how ridiculously hot this man was.

"Really because usually fans aren't allowed to be here, how did you even get here?" "Ah you know I just climbed over the wall" you said in ironic voice, loving the smile that lit up his face

"So noticing tre sarcasm I'm guessing you're allowed here"

"Yeah" you breathed "My brother is playing on the team" you clarified making him hum in recognition "I see, i'm guessing city?" he grinned, looking down at your light blue shirt you had pulled on over your hoodie. "Yeah"

"Mase come on man!"

Mason looked back over his shoulder where one of his teammates shouted after him "Ah shit, I need to go. Pleasure to meet you..." "y/n"

"Ah, Mason" he greeted, shaking your hand awkwardly as you chuckled "MASON!"

"I'm coming!"

He bid farewell, jogging out the tunnel to grab something before winking at you as he went past up the stairs and into the changing room again.

You felt as if your whole body flushed as you looked after him, shaking your head at how you were acting. He was a normal human being for fucks sake. Just ridiculously gorgeous.

"Ah there you are" Jack grinned as he walked out into the hall, grinning widely, his hair all dripping wet. "Congratulations" you grinned, hugging him shortly before pulling off, not wanting to get soaked by him. "Thanks" he grinned with his characteristic smile.

"I'm just gonna go get changed then we're gonna go out for a couple of drinks. I can drop you off if you don't wanna go" "Nah, it sounds fun" you assured, meeting his smile as he slipped inside the changingroom again.

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The club was packed. Sure it was starting to get into evening time but still, pretty early to get to the club in your opinion. Jack had taken you to a McDonald's after whining you were hungry but he had refused to go home so you could change but after downing your meal you were pretty happy regardless.

It was nice in the club, you talked a little amongst his teammates, drank a little until the clock turned to a more decent time where you began drinking for real. The club started getting busier and more and more alcohol went down your throat. Jack was somewhere unknown so you entertained yourself with Ruben. Someone you'd always found ridiculously attractive but you never acted on it, you wouldn't today either but a lil flirting and teasing didn't hurt.

After a little while you excused yourself to the bar, pushing through a lot of bodies to get to the front. You got your drink and turned around with a sigh, leaning against the side of the bar while sipping on it.

"Did someone ditch you here?"

Your eyes flickered up at the voice you somehow remembered it but couldn't place it until you saw that face again, Mason.

You couldn't hide the grin that spread on your face upon seeing him again, grinning lazily at him. "Hello Mason" you smiled

"No one ditched me, I just wanted some more alcohol" you answered, swirling your glass in front of him whilst he hummed.

"What are you doing here?" you questioned, looking over his shoulder to see if any other Chelsea players were there as well but you couldn't recognize anyone.

"Stones told me they were going and I thought why not, it's not too often i'm in manchester" he answered your question. You nodded in understanding, not really clicking it all together.

"So, what did you think of the game?" "Ah really good, good goal too" you hummed, looking into his brown eyes. He looked so good it felt cruel. He had changed into a simple white tee and dark jeans, his hair still visibly dampened but still styled. You let your tongue swipe over your bottom lip whilst keeping eye contact with him seeing his adam-apple bobble as he swallowed.

"Are you drunk?" he questioned making you chuckle "Nah" you grinned, standing up from the leant back position and downing the remainants of your drink before walking past him, grabbing his arm on the way and pulling him out on the floor.

You began dancing in front of his hungry eyes, the alcohol giving you a lot of confidence. He was as tipsy as you were soon joining you by grabbing your hips, looking intently into your eyes as you smirked, grinding into him more and more for every song.

The heat between you was too much, you couldn't miss it and you couldn't miss the way you felt his hardness through his jeans nor the way he did not so subtle ground into your ass every chance he got.

"I would ask you to go home with me but i'm sleeping at a friends" he revealed making you pout your lips in thought. You couldn't take him home to Jack's, not a chance but you couldn't not fuck him either. Your need for him was too much.

Your eyes lit up as you came up with a solution, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom.

He chuckled as you locked the door to one of them. "Really?" he laughed, "Well if you don't wanna fuck me-"

He shut you up by kissing you. His lips hungrily meet yours in a mess of teeth and tongue. You knew it was gonna be a messy and hurried fuck but it was all you needed right now. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your figure and feeling you up desperately.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging at it slightly as he let out small breathy noises at the contact. Your hands traveled under his t-shirt groaning as you felt his abs under your fingertips.

He broke the kiss only to tug his t-shirt over his head, his hands pushing up your own hoodie to grasp at your breasts. He walked you backwards, hoisting you up on the counter, your head leaning against the mirror as he hungrily kissed up your neck and over your jaw. "You're so sexy" he grunted, leaving a trail of kisses down your throat and up to your jaw again, kissing you hungrily.

You were the one who broke the kiss, grasping at his jeans to hurry things up a little. Let's face it, you were in a public bathroom.

"Okay okay" he chuckled, undoing your pants first before chucking them down your legs and letting them pool on the floor.

His hand moved like on instinct to your pussy, rubbing your clit over the flimsy material. You groaned, tilting your head back, closing your eyes in content. Finally getting what you wanted.

"Hm, that feels good?" he hummed, tone almost lingering on mocking. "Mhm" you moaned, looking at him with warning eyes which he just waved off with a chuckle. You were just about to say something when he gripped your underwear, pulling them off and throwing them next to your jeans.

His fingers created path between your fold, going up and down before two of them slid inside of you. You bit your lip to prevent the moan as he slowly started to move them, hooking them slowly and teasingly against your spot.

"Oh fuck" you groaned, breathing heavily against his ear and eyes threatening to close of pleasure.

Your hand made its way to his jeans, unbuttoning the button and pushing your hand down inside, palming his already hard dick through his boxers. He breathed out a heavy breath, eyelids getting heavy at the relief.

You pushed his underwear off as far as necessary and continued to stroke him, finding it satisfactory how he looked and breathed when you did. He however soon found it necessary to stop you before he would be cumming in your hand.

"Okay, okay" he breathed, pushing your hand away from him. He continued to flick his fingers inside of you a few more times before pulling them out. He pushed the digits into his mouth making you moan at the sight.

He pulled his digits out, chuckling at your reaction with gleeful eyes. His fingers softly brushed a couple of hair strands out of your face as his lips met yours again, this time much softer but still hungry and needy.

You lifted your hips slightly, hurrying him up. He got your signal, grabbing your hips while guiding himself to your opening just as eager as you were.

You couldn't help the moan that left your throat as he pushed in slowly. Your head fell back as your eyes fell closed at the stretch.

"Fuck" you breathed, gripping the edge of the counter harshly, your hips moving on their own to ger yourself used to the feeling of him.

He began slowly, easing you both into it. The alcohol making you both careless and needy, just wanting some sloppy club-bathroom sex.

He soon began to go faster, moving your hips to meet his thrusts, his dick hitting all the perfect spots inside of you with the position you were in. The pace getting more and more desperate for every thrust. "Ah fuck Mason" you groaned, trying to keep your eyes open to watch his reaction as he continued to thrust.

His eyes sparkled in the dim light and his mouth was half-open. Small pants coming out whenever he bottomed out inside of you. He watched your body move, watching how his dick repeatably disappeared inside of you, he watched as your breasts moved and how you bit your lip to not let out the loud moans you had on your tongue.

"Yeah? Feel good?" he hummed, looking cocky at your reactions to his actions. You nodded, not having the energy to put him in his place right now. "Yeah?" he pressed making you roll your eyes "Just shut up and fuck me" you grunted not missing the cocky smile he gave you as he picked up his speed further, thrusting harder into you.

The sound of your skin meeting was loud and you were almost scared someone would hear from outside of the bathroom. You tried to keep your moans in, biting your lip and when it became too much you leaned forward, bracing yourself on his shoulder as you bit the skin where his shoulder and neck met. He let out a slight whine at the mark only speeding up his movements.

"I'm close" he grunted, giving you a heads up. You nodded, kissing up his shoulder and neck while you let one of your hands move between you, rubbing tight circles on your clit. You could feel it building in your lower stomach, on the edge of bursting already. Your head felt dizzy and your eyes rolled at the extra stimulation.

"I'm gonna cum" you warned, rutting your hips against him as he groaned, silencing both of you with a kiss, each of you swallowing the others moans as you came down from your highs. You felt almost high, your eyes squeezing close and a lazy smile on your face. You could feel his legs and tummy clench as he came inside of you. Only then did it occur to you that you hadn't used a condom.

Mason seemed to realize the same thing, looking at you and blinking slowly "Did I just cum inside of you?"

You chuckled, leaning your head back against the mirror "It seems like it"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry-"

"I am on the pill, it should be fine" you dismissed, patting his shoulder reassuringly whilst he nodded at you, relief filling his eyes.

He slowly moved to slip out of you resting his forehead on your shoulder while you both tried to regain your breaths. "Maybe we should get out of here" you whispered, letting your lips ghost over his.

He nodded, meeting your eyes with a sweet smile before kissing you slowly, his tongue sweetly intertwining with yours.

When you parted you reached out to grab some paper towels from beside you, cleaning yourself up as he did the same.

He handed you your clothes and you quickly fixed yourself up, untangling your hair with your fingers before you nodded at him.

You stood up from the counter, buttoning your jeans before unlocking the door.

You stopped in your tracks seeing Jack casually leaned back against the wall as if he was waiting for you "Hey, there ya are, I thought you had drunken too much" he grinned

"I-uh" you stuttered, wincing as you felt Mason press into your back, his face snapping up as he saw that you were talking to someone.

Jack's mouth fell open, eyes fleeting between the two of you before he opened his mouth

"Hey! We said no teammates!" he exclaimed, looking at you accusingly.

"He is not your teammate!" You defended looking stroppily at him

"Yes he is!" "What, no he is in Chelsea!" You uttered in confusion. "England y/n, he is in England" Jack spoke calmly, his voice flat as he looked at you.

"Oh fuck"

[femdomlieeh]

Teasing you pt. 1 (m)

Sub!NCT U x Dom!GF!Reader

WARNING—smut ✧ dom/sub themes ✧ punishment

NOW PLAYING—SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY remix ✧ Amaarae & Kali Uchis & Moliy

[A/N.] In this part: Johnny, Kun, Jaehyun, Renjun, Jaemin, Shotaro, Chenle

In part 2: Yuta, Doyoung, Jungwoo, Jeno, Yangyang, Sungchan, Jisung

ik shotaro left nct but I already finished writing his part b4 that announcement. Shotaro and sungchan were treated like shit and I hope sm keeps their promise and debut them in a boy group soon!!!

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서영호 / johnny

This man loves teasing. He will randomly decide to tease you just because he's bored and wants to make you horny and/or make you punish him. He's not shy to be the one to initiate sex, he will for sure tease you with lingering kisses on your neck, collarbone, shoulder, hands, tits, stomach and thighs until you become a bit more rough on him and degrade him, pin him down, choke him or tie his hands. Not surprisingly, he's probably the most confident in himself and will go as far as even teasing you in public or in front of his members (in secret), whispering dirty things to you at a restaurant, resting his hand on your thigh under the table, going closer and closer to your pussy while joking around with Mark. All of this shit will be done with a smile on his face, no regret or nervousness.

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钱锟 / 전곤 / kun

Kun best boy. Since he has many hardships as a leader of a group of energy crazy boys, in a romantic relationship he prefers just giving his partner the power to make all the decisions so he doesn't have to think for once. Therefore he typically just does everything you say obediently, always such a good boy. The only time he would ever "tease you" is when you tell him to worship your body since that order is open for different interpretations, so then his tongue will swirl around your nipples and his mouth will create hickeys all over your boobs (he's a titty guy) as his cold fingertips tickle your thighs, neglecting giving you attention where you need him the most until you finally pull on his hair and force his head down to choke him with your thighs as he gladly eats you out. That's the closest to a tease he'll be. He just wants to be a good boy and only do what you tell him to, never have to use his brain. No, instead he prefers when you tease him and torture him by sitting or grinding your wap on his thighs, abs, chest — everywhere but his dick and tongue — until he's begging for your sweet pussy, only to have you shove your fingers in his mouth to suck on. Best boy.

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정윤오 / jaehyun / jay / jamal / jeffrey

a spoon switch (lol) he will be the little spoon for you when you want him to and that's when he likes to be naughty! Don't get me wrong he can be such a cutie and just be happy with your arms around him — but sometimes he feels a bit more bratty than cutie. As soon as you envelope him in your arms, his back against you, his dimples make an appearance and dirty thoughts cloud his head. Twenty minutes into the movie you feel a large, warm hand on your ass (he has long arms and can probably reach). He smirks (which you can't see) but doesn't say anything to make it seem like an innocent touch, although his little head is coming up with more dirty ideas. A few minutes later he kneads the fatness for a little bit. "Hm, baby?" "Nothing, it's just soft," himbo says. You know what he's doing — seeing as similar instances happened many times before in this position — and you play along moving your cold hand up to his tiddie. "Hm?" he mumbles. "Nothing, it's just soft," you say and he blushes, flustered at your teasing. A few minutes of breathing later, the large, warm hand moves a bit lower and you think he's just gonna touch behind your upper thighs, which he did very often both as a little and a big spoon. You're not prepared when his long arm reaches all the way past your butt to your pussy to massage your lips and the tip of his long middle finger reaching your clit, smirking again. Safe to say you didn't watch the rest of the movie.

(a/n. Jaehyun my bias? Whaaaat— I have no idea what ur talking abt...)

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黄仁俊 / 런쥔 / renjun

He's such a good boy so he rarely teases you. However, he has his moments when he's not your angel, like when he's feeling a teeny tiny bit jealous over you laughing way too hard with Haechan or giving Jisung all your smiles and hair ruffling, unconsciously ignoring your dear, sweet boyfriend who's watching you from across the room. In those cases he will get a bit annoyed and try to think of how to get your attention which usually would be by pouting at you or sitting down next to you and resting his head on your shoulder to get you to look at him. But...other times it might go further if you still don't give him attention. He'll go "hmph oh well" and sit opposite to you and send you a nude and a nasty text and just watch your reaction with a smile.

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나재민 / jaemin

Babie acts naughty sometimes just because he's bored or wants your attention or he forgets your rules. It could have just been a slow day, watching Netflix and cuddling, nothing special when he decides to put his face in your tits, insisting that "it's just so comfortable" only to end up lifting your shirt up to kiss your boobs. And he knows he looks so, so pretty when he's making out with your boobs and looking up at you innocently; he knows that will either lead to you pushing his head down to squish his neck and cheeks between your thighs or to you teasing him back by pushing him away and masturbating, not letting him touch you or himself — either way is a happy way. He will usually be a good boy though. Just a little needy every now and then when he feels like it. 

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大崎将太郎 / おさきしょたろ / 쇼타로 / shotaro

Omg babie. He's such a good boy and always obeys your orders during sex, result from having an obsession with being praised by his partner. That being said he only ever teases you in very certain circumstances. These circumstances include when he's needy for your attention either because you haven't spent much time together lately or because he's jealous of the attention you give to Yuta (or *insert another hot bitch*), or when he unfortunately gets influenced by movies, music or guy friends to act more dominant or take more charge in bed — either way, he will act so confident, resting his hand on your ass in public, biting your neck, telling you all the dirty things he will do to you when you get home. And every single time ends in the with him whimpering "mommy" as he cums, tears on his cheeks, thanking you profusely and promising you to always be your good boy.

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钟辰乐 / 鍾辰樂 / 천러 / chenle

(A/n. I'll add him when this post gets 150 votes since his part is not finished yet and I rlyyy wanted to post this anyway!!)

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❝ Why you wanna act like Leo?

Like you don't love me please, oh

Like you don't spend money, oh

Like you don't eat my pussy ❞

—ama serwah genfi; 2021

[shesoutofhere]

Meet Me In the Corner

(Definitely gonna be multiple parts)

Literally ignore typos or I'll cry

Warnings: None

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You get paired up with Peter for your final project in a class. You're ecstatic, Peter? Not so much.

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4

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You’re zoned out in a lecture when suddenly, your professor claps his hands together to catch everyone's attention.

“Right guys, before class is over, today you’ll be getting assigned your partners for the last final project.” Dammit, you thought, you completely forgot about the partnered assignment. It's not like you didn’t have any friends in the class, it was just that for the final assignment, your class would be paired up with the film class.

You told yourself that you were going to at least try to get familiar with some of the students from that class, but it completely slipped your mind.

“Okay, I'm gonna put your pairs up on the board, your job is to email your partner and start coming up with some ideas for your story idea form, speaking of story idea form, that'll be due this Friday. On that note, I’ll see you all on Wednesday.” Everyone around you groans, yourself included, Of course, the form is due Friday. You snap a photo of the board and head out of the lecture hall.

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Your nose and hands are freezing by the time you make it to the library. Once you find a nice cozy spot tucked away in the corner, you take your phone and laptop out.

You look at the picture you took of the board and zoom in on it to find your partner's name and email.

You squint until you see It, Peter Parker. Oh, you know him, well you don’t know know him, but you know of him. Now and then he’ll take photos for the school. They’re great and you can’t help but feel a little excited knowing that he’s going to be taking the pictures for the project.

You type a simple email to Peter.

Hey, it’s your partner for the final conjoined assignment. Would love to get in touch to start planning what we want to do.

Thanks!

A couple of minutes later you hear a ping go off, It’s your mail.

You open the notification and it's from Peter.

Yeah, do you have time right now?

You reply to the thread,

Yeah, I'm currently in the library on the third floor, in a corner.

You don’t receive a message back and assume he got busy. Twenty minutes go by, and you’ve finally focused in on your work when all of a sudden the chair from across you gets pulled out. You look up right away to see who it is. Now sitting in front of you is Peter.

You sit up with a small gasp, in all honesty, you didn’t expect to see him.

“Um, Hi”

Peter speaks up “Hey.”

There's an awkward pause. To try and ease the tension you say, “I didn’t know you were going to show up.”

 Peter starts to take his laptop out of his backpack,  “Well I did ask if you had time” His tone is dry.

There's another pause, this time Peter breaks the silence, “Do you want to start outlining this thing?”

You jump to answer “Yes!, so this is just what I was thinking, and feel free to throw in your ideas, but I know that the campus art museum is doing a night exhibition for the donor's gala,  and I have a friend who could get us in after hours if we want to get any shots without the big crowd.” You pause for a moment to see if Peter has any questions but he’s just staring right back at you, so you continue.

“I can write the article and you can take the photos and I don’t mind bringing an extra camera just in case you want some b-roll, So, thoughts?”

Peter has a look on his face that you can’t decipher, “So the gala, It’s at night?” You give him a nod, and for a split second, you swear you see him grimace.

“ Uh, nights don’t really work for me, sooo” He trails off.

“Oh, well we don’t have to go with my idea, it’s just something I was throwing out there.” For some reason you feel like you’ve been shot down, maybe you got ahead of yourself, and you start to feel embarrassed.

Peter lets out a sigh, “Well it sounds like you had it all planned out”

You throw your hands up, waving them back and forth, “No, no, was totally just free balling it, really anything you want to do, I’m totally fine with it.”

Peter doesn’t look convinced, he lets out another sigh, “If I'm being honest I’m completely blanking on ideas, so if you want to go ahead and do the gala I'm sure I can work something out.”

You try not to look overly excited, so you reply with a cool “All right, works for me.”

You’d hoped that talking about the assignment would make the atmosphere less awkward but now that you’ve stopped talking, the air feels heavy again.

Peters typing away on his computer and looks as if he’s in his own world.

Throughout this entire interaction, you haven’t been able to read Peter. He hasn’t been mean or anything but he hasn’t been talkative either.

Your internal monologue is interrupted when Peter stands up from his chair. He looks at his things and then looks back up at you “You mind watching over my things for a bit.”

“No, I’ll watch them for you.” With that Peter walks away.

You’re a bit confused now. Are you guys supposed to be working on the project? Is he working on his things? Should you head out when he gets back? Curiosity gets the best of you; you lean over the table to get a look at his laptop. You hover just far enough to touch the keypad to wake up the computer. On the screen, you see a bunch of math problems, or maybe science? You honestly couldn’t tell. You quickly sit back down in your seat.

OK, so Peter isn’t working on the project, this doesn’t help you feel at ease. If he’s not working on the project then what's the point of sitting here? You’ve decided that you’ll leave when he gets back.

Wait.

 Why do you have to leave? Technically you were here first, also, you happen to like this spot. Now you're really conflicted.

Your thoughts get interrupted by the sound of chatter. You frown. This is the quiet floor. The noise seems to get louder and closer. A little bit away from the table you see Peter, talking to some girl. Interesting, you think.  You can't make out what she’s saying but you see them both nonstop giggling. Peter gives her shoulder a rub and starts to head back to your table and you quickly look back down at your laptop.

When Peter makes it to the table, the smile he had previously is now replaced by the same dead-like stare he had earlier.

You start to get upset. So, Peter can smile, he just doesn’t want to smile around you. You try not to think too negatively, you try to rationalize the fact that he may just be shy around new people.

Not being able to take this back and forth with yourself, you decide that you’ll head out. You start to pack your things up. Peter clears his throat “Heading out?”, you give him a nod “Yeah, but whatever I work on I’ll email you” Peter just nods back at you.

You can’t help but feel peeved by his nonchalant attitude. Zipping up your backpack and slipping it on your back, you head out without a goodbye. You make it just outside the library when you realize you don’t have your beanie. You must have left it back at the table. Well, no chance you're going back, so you start heading in the direction of your dorm. You don’t get very far before you feel someone grab your shoulder. You turn quickly, startled by the hand on your shoulder. When you turn around you see Peter and your beanie in his hand.

He still has this dry look on his face when he extends your beanie towards you, “You left this behind.”

You reach for your beanie and immediately put it on “Thanks, I completely forgot about it” You didn’t but there's no chance you were telling him the reason you didn’t want to go back and get it was because you didn’t want to interact with him again.

Peter rocks back and forth on his feet, he looks like he's about to say something when all of a sudden someone yells from behind you.

“Yo, Parker!”

Peter tensed up for a second before a smile spread across his face. The guy who yelled comes into view as he walks in front of you to dab up Peter. You just stand there; not really sure what it is you're supposed to be doing.

The guy turns and looks at you and offers a hello, you give him a hi back. He faces Peter again and asks, “Is this a friend of yours?”

Peter Replies with a “No, partner for an assignment.”

Ah, not friends, that's fine, definitely the truth.

The mystery guy just nods his head. You feel even more annoyed with Peter. He has clearly shown that he is more than capable of being chatty and friendly with those around him. It dawns on you that maybe Peter isn’t fond of you. Before this revelation makes you spiral you decide to leave for real this time. Peter and the mystery guy seem wrapped in a conversation, so you decide to just start walking away. Peter sees you walking and puts a pause to his current conversation. He yells your name. You act as if you don’t hear him. At this point, you really just want to get out of the cold and back in your dorm away from Peter and everyone else.

 You hear Peter yell your name again and turn around, letting out a small groan.

Peters in front of you once again “Is there any way we can get into the Art Museum before the gala?” You can't help but squint your eyes at him. He wants to ask this now? Why didn’t he just ask earlier?

You reply, “Yeah, I’ll just have to text my friend and see when he can get us in” At this point, you start to feel yourself shiver, you want to get somewhere warm, like, immediately. for about the third time today, you and Peter are stuck in a silent stare-off. Having enough you speak up first “Okay Peter, I'm gonna go now, I’ll send you an email when I get an answer” Peter doesn’t give a reply so you choose this as the moment to walk off before he can think of something else to add.

With your mood ruined, you begin your journey back to your dorm.

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omg Hi, Hello. My apologies for the slow start but I promise It'll pick up, I got big plans for these two.

[badasmuse]

“Don’t You Know?” PT.2

Bada Lee x Fem!Reader

Part One — Part Two

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI) Sex, Heartbroken Reader, Drunk Reader, top!bada, bottom!reader, Lowercase Intended, Swearing, Penetrative and Oral Sex

Summary: Bada goes to get Y/N and gives her what she been asking for

Pt.1 Linked^

Based off DeVita’s Don’t You Know

twenty minutes go by and i feel a hand grab my arm.

“hey let me-“ i cut myself off when i realize it’s bada.

she bows slightly to kyma and lusher and pulls me out the bar gently. she seems upset. maybe because i interrupted her sleep, maybe because i’m out drinking. either way i want her to take it out on me.

“bada,” i start to speak but the side eye she gives makes me shut up.

about twelve minutes later we’re at her place. she walks around to my side of the car, opening the door. i instinctively clench my thighs together and i hear her chuckle lightly.

“all i did was open the door.” is all she says before my seatbelt is being unbuckled and i’m being pulled out of the car.

i lean on her for support as my legs don’t feel real due to all the alcohol i’ve consumed tonight.

she unlocks the door and pulls me in. i immediately kick off my shoes turning to say something but i stop myself when i see her.

bada is leaning against the door, aggravation evident on her face, looking at me. “why did you call me?”

“i wanted you.” i mumbled.

“you know i hate when you do that shit. speak up.” she says pulling her hair out of her face.

“i wanted you.” i said a bit louder, “i’m drunk yeah but i keep thinking about how… good you were when we were together and i need it again.”

she laughs. she fucking laughs. “so you called me? why not just go back to your ex and ask her for one more night?”

i whine and stomp my foot, almost like -no- exactly like a child having a tantrum. “cause she didn’t do it right. what you did was too good and it’s not fair.”

“if i’m not mistaken, you broke up with me. it’s your fault you got stuck with shitty sex.”

“are you gonna fuck me or make fun of me?”

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an hour later i’m face down, arms pinned behind my back, having my insides scrambled like fucking eggs.

“fuck bada-“ i cut myself off with a moan and try to pull myself away from her.

“you wanted it so bad. don’t run from it.” she replies, tightening the grip on my wrists. her other hand goes to my hair and she pulls slightly.

my nails dig into her hand that has me as she repeatedly hits that spot making me see stars. in seconds i’m cumming, her name rolling off my tongue so naturally.

she helps me ride out my high and pulls out. i fall down on the mattress trying to catch my breath. she then lifts my hips and moves down to start licking up the mess i made.

“uh uh bada stop i’m done.” i’m extremely sensitive and my legs are shaking bad.

“nah we’re done when i’m ready to be done.”

lord please help me.