#anyway i started this a while ago and haven't worked on it in a bit but i think about it sometimes

[zukkaoru]

wip ‘join me for the night’? :3

(loving the new blog theme, by the way!!)

ahh ty!!

join me for the night is basically. concept: aro4aro souheki. with background kunichuu. also they're at a party for unspecified reasons. here's an excerpt:

Ranpo grimaces to himself. He picks up his fork and begins studying it, poking the prongs with the tip of his finger to test how sharp they are. Then, he positions his finger so it’s lying horizontally across the top, and holds the fork up to peer at Kunikida and Chuuya through it, giving the illusion that they’re behind the bars of a jail cell. It’s a small joy, given the fact that Ranpo is now being forced to watch Chuuya sit themself on Kunikida’s lap, grinning fondly as Kunikida’s cheeks flush. Ranpo nudges Dazai with their elbow, and Dazai glares at them. Until Ranpo moves the fork so Dazai can also look at Kunikida and Chuuya through the imagined jail cell that they deserve to be in. At which point Dazai snorts, then covers his mouth and looks away innocently when Chuuya throws an irritated glance in their direction. Ranpo drops the fork and returns Chuuya’s annoyance with a pleasant smile.

[jeonkaijoon]

Benefits of the doubt - YJW

pairing: yang jungwon x f!reader

wc: 5.4k

genre: oneshot, smut, slice of life(?)

tags: softdom!jungwon, dry humping, petnames (baby/doll), roomates to fuckbuddies (i guess), unprotected sex (don't do it!!), p in v, big ass amount of makeout, praise kink, fingering, explicit language ofc honestly no more i think? they simply fuck after crushing on eachother for ages...

AUTHORS NOTE: well i haven't wrote in two years i was scared i had lost my spark but here we are,,, little shout out to my friend yuni for giving me the starting point to write this! it took me a whole month between finals and everything… i’m rusty sorry- anyway hope you like it :3 also not fully proofread i hope there aren't too many errors but lmk!!

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When you were deep in your library study session, nothing could distract you. Barely a tornado warning had budged you from your seat last time, but honestly your life was very much more important than a good grade in macroeconomics.

But actually, something that budged you existed. And also had a name.

“So,” a familiar voice diverted you from your study session. “Any plans for tonight?” 

The name was Jungwon.

You have been flatmates for years, splitting rent on the apartment you rented for college, but barely see each other during the week, given the different lessons and work schedule you both have.

You shook your head, still keeping your gaze on the words in front of you. After 4 hours of reviewing, they had very much stopped making sense a while ago but you weren’t the one to give up.  

“Nope, the girls are either out with their boyfriends or studying, so i'm left with you and books to read. You got something?” You asked, finally raising your head and taking his sight in.

He had his usual jersey on, the one from the taekwondo college club he was part of. Some baggy jeans and his gym shoes are still on. He was sweaty and just finished practice, strands of hair clinging on his forehead and cheeks slightly flushed. You gulped and bit the inside of your cheek. He looked incredibly good. And to think you had seen him get through the door like this plenty of times.

“Alright. Night In? The party got cancelled and I have no will to go clubbing.” he suggested

“S-sure” you stuttered, but he looked like he didn't notice.

“See you later then, I’m going home” He waved at you and went.

As mentioned before, because of his practice, both of you’s uni lessons and work, you barely saw each other in the living room you shared.

But on the weekend, if either of you had plans, you'd just spend time together. It started the first year because you both wanted to know each other better, but became some sort of tradition overtime.. Just as friends, given that you would have to live together for about 4 years if nothing changed. 

Your third year had just started, and you knew Jungwon better than most of his friends could say they did. It came naturally, living together and spending the whole weekend together. 

Naturally too, you might have caught feelings for him. 

But nothing ever happened between the two of you.

He’s brought girls to your apartment at times, hooking up and kicking them out in the morning, keeping it quiet if he knew you were in your room studying late. 

You had started catching feelings during the second year, cause you had found out enough about him at that point and he was just an amazing person. He was simple and kind, liked a ton of different things that you liked too, always smelled nice, always smiled and kept up with your sad moments after you got a bad grade or a date went bad.

You defined him as some sort of best friend, but it was obvious that there was more from you. Sad to say, you were sure he wouldn't feel the same.

However over the summer, something had changed. 

He texted you more than a couple times to catch up, and since the start of the semester he not once has mentioned a girl to you.

Overall he felt different, he was weirdly not interested in parties that much anymore and just kept up with taekwondo, he's been studying till late with you and hasn't hung out with his friends on weekends in about a month, saying he was either too tired or wanted yet another night in with you cause you were home alone.

This “tradition” of yours consisted in ordering takeout and talking about ups and downs you had this week, lessons you skipped cause finals were still far, girls hitting on him and him laughing about how you never got hit on no one hitting on you (not that you didn't want to be hit on, but the one you wanted to be hit on by was right in front of you and he seemed not to notice your crush on him, EVER.) 

Lastly, try to watch a movie, just to end up snoring on each other 10 minutes in because of how tired you've been the whole week. 

But again, nothing ever happened between the two of you. Although you could feel that something had sparked up. After all, the way he looked at you had somehow shifted. 

Slightly, yes. But it did and you were sure. 

Despite that, you didn't want to get your hopes up.

You finished studying and headed home, thinking about what you wanted to eat tonight. When you entered the door, you heard the shower in Jungwon’s room still going. You placed your bag on the counter and read a post-it note. 

“I already called takeout, we are eating korean tonight, whether you like it or nah :)” 

You smiled. 

You loved it when he decided what to eat because he usually had the best taste. The image of him writing you that note got a chuckle out of you.

Absent-mindedly, you went towards your room to change into some home clothing, scrambling in your closet just to put on an oversized shirt without your bra, which you took off with a sigh of relief.

Lastly a pair of shorts, again, pretty big on you considering how short you were compared to him: not much, but enough for him to constantly tease you about it.

You looked at yourself and called it an outfit. It didn't even dawn on you that those clothes were probably Jungwon’s and got mixed in a quick unload of laundry and ended up in your drawers.

You happily walked towards the living room, knowing your week was finally over and you could rest.

Just then, the outline of Jungwon’s body displayed itself in front of you, him leaning upright on the counter and munching on an apple while lazily scrolling on his phone. 

Your body froze and took a look at him. Or maybe two, given that you ended up staring from far away.

The sight that unraveled in front of you was ethereal. 

His hair was damp, drops of water descending from them and falling on his collarbone, your eyes inadvertently followed one of them dripping on the floor and his chest. 

His chest was sculpted, abs toned and veins prominent towards his v-line.

God only knew the amount of times you had prayed to see him like this.

Luckily for you or maybe him (perhaps), he was not fully naked, but had joggers on, the band of his boxer briefs still peeking out.

You had been looking at him for a good 2 minutes, and it took you a little while to realize he had obviously noticed you almost drooling in his face. 

He moved in your direction while stifling a laugh and waved a hand in front of your face.

“Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…” He eyed you from head to toe grinning sarcastically. He tilted his head slightly and took another look at you.

“Also, are you wearing my shirt? It looks just like the one I lost last week…” He said, and walked past you towards his bedroom like nothing had happened.

You didn't even reply. You couldn't, to be honest. You didn't have the words in you to do that. 

So you just sat on the couch and turned the tv on.

You hadn't seen it, but he had smirked amusedly on the way to his room to put on another shirt.

Moreover, you didn't know he was well aware of this “little” but quite obvious crush you had on him: you were not the best at hiding things, often forgetting them around the house and it became his duty to bring them back to you in your room. Additionally, he knew your cycle calendar today signalled ovulation. 

How?

You had left open your agenda on the coffee table and he checked what your lessons were, out of curiosity. 

You sometimes appointed your period or ovulation there even though you had apps, but it purely was just to be attentive of your body and remember to buy tampons.

When what had happened finally snapped you out of your trance, you felt your cheeks flushed red. It had been the most embarrassing moment so far with him.

You had no intention of looking at him like he was the takeout meal you were about to eat, but it came naturally when he looked like that. 

For him it was apparently all normal, he roamed around the house like this all of the time probably, but for you? Not really. 

You either hadn't paid attention to him, or you've been blind.

Jungwon came back out of his room. A shirt finally (or unfortunately, you didn't know how to put it) had been worn to cover his chest.

When take out arrived, you rushed to the door even before he could say “A”.

You ate in absolute silence.

Your eyes were fixed on the movie he had chosen for this week.

Lalaland. As if you hadn't seen it a hundred times already.

He glanced at you a couple times, you were slurping on your soy sauce soaked japchae and didn't dare spare him a gaze.

That's when it kicked in his brain.

His plan had already partially succeeded. 

Alas, he still wanted to see how much further he could push you before you would break for him.

“How was your week?” he faux innocently asked.

“Good” you answered, eyes still glued to the screen. Along with the food, a beer came to help the clear distress you had on your body.

There was a palpable silence for a long time, but Jungwon obviously broke it.

He couldn't hide the laugh that came out of his throat when he saw your cheek swollen with food.

You tried to ignore him until you finished your bowl, but eventually turned your head and frowned. 

You put your fish down on the coffee table, crossed your arms and looked at him still chewing.

“What’s so funny?” You inquired, tired of hearing him laughing at you.

“You are,” he replied smiling, taking the last bite of his tteokbokki. You pursed your lips, narrowed your eyes in a thin line and tilted your head in his direction.

“How so, Jungwon?” You asked, seriously toned.

“It’s funny how you act around me. Thinking I don’t see through you or something.” He sneered.

You straightened up. What in the world did he mean with that?

He continued: “I’ve known you long enough to know how you act when something bothers you, something makes you happy, something makes you excited.” You chew the inside of your cheek.

He slightly moved towards you.

“I know how forgetful you are. How many clothes of mine are in your drawer even. How you think I didn't notice all the times you sneaked in my room to steal a shirt to wear.” He placed two fingers on your thigh and made them “walk” over your leg, all the way up to your shoulder.

“I know how much you like it when I am the one deciding what to eat because you don’t like making decisions.” Oh great. He could assume one more thing.

“I know full well how you know this movie by heart but you would watch it all over again with me. Oh and I also noticed you clenched your thighs when the actors kissed.” Nice. You were one second away to fuse yourself with the couch out of shame. 

Not to mention how this thing was singlehandedly making your panties wet like a waterfall. Feeling him so close to you? You thought you were used to it at this point. But clearly this was not the normal night you were expecting to spend with him.

“Also, I know how worked up I am making you right this moment and most importantly: I know you like me.” A side of his mouth raised in a grin.

You swallowed. You surely weren't good at hiding things but besides today’s incident of staring, you thought you were doing good enough.

Apparently not.

You looked at him, trying to mumble something coherent to make up an excuse, but you just weren't able to.. Your face was burning, your eyes couldn't stay still on something, they were only looking flickering between his eyes and his lips.

“Cat got your tongue as I revealed your little secret?” He smiled, but he looked sincere.

“Jungwon-” he licked his lips before speaking, and it took your words out of his mouth.

You realized he was actually being sincere by the next sentence that came out of his mouth. 

“You think I havent started developing something for you in the three years that I’ve known you? Everytime you text me to ask for groceries preferences and I’m around the boys, Sunghoon teases me like a madman.” You giggle along with him at this confession. It’s cute to think of him like a loverboy.

“There’s no use in denying it now, is there?” You lowered your head slightly, suddenly appreciating how nice your floor was, not daring to look at him anymore.

On one hand, you feel almost defeated. But if it really is mutual, what was the reason for lying?

“Nope,” He used his pointer finger to gently lift your chin up. “But should we do something about it? Or are we gonna ignore how we just revealed to each other our feelings and call it a night, just to reciprocally avoid us out of embarrassment tomorrow?” He kept looking at you.

You know what? Fuck it. That was your quickest thought process ever. You grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and crushed your lips onto his. 

Either he would reciprocate you, or push you away and tell you you were out of your mind. You tested the waters. And the waters came clear. He melted into your boldness, intertwining his lips with yours. It was so slow and so yearning. 

With the movie long forgotten in the background, his hands roamed your body, cupping your jaw first and then resting on your hips. It felt like the world around you had shattered to pieces. The way his lips synchronized with yours effortlessly was practically like a sign. You couldn’t stop kissing him. It felt natural to finally have him on you and the best part? He was thinking the same.

He licked your lips with his tongue, asking for permission to explore it. You gave in and he did what he wanted, deepening the kiss even more than you thought he could.

He manhandled your hips and brought you to straddle him with so much ease you felt like you were a feather. And you were sooo waiting for him to do that.

One of his hands rested against your nape, stroking caressing it with his thumb and sending shivers down your spine. The other one instead reached for your hair, trying to make you match the movement of his head. And again, it came so naturally.

Jungwon’s breath was shortened and detached from you, a little string of saliva still connecting your mouths. Panting, he caressed your cheek with his thumb in slow strokes.

“Fuck baby, If i knew you kissed this nicely i wouldn’t have held my selfback all this time.” he murmured, breathless.

The pet name made your core throb. “So you want to kiss me again?” you bit your lower lip, hesitating almost.

“Shouldn’t even be a question,” he said, chest raising and lowering so quickly.

And he restarted it all, connecting your lips together once again.

In the meantime, an ache between your legs had risen.

How he had you positioned was just the perfect point to get some friction. 

You could feel the bulge growing in his boxers and he was getting harder by the second, almost like he was waiting for you to rock your hips on him, without even realizing it.

He moaned in your mouth while you were grinding yourself on his crotch. He just let you.

The sounds he emitted were making your head spin in the kiss.

Your clit was perfectly centered over the tip of his shaft somehow and…God. 

It felt otherworldly. You moved your hips all back and forth, circular, pushing down on him, even still clothed. You had surely been touch deprived lately because you haven't hooked up in a while, your last boyfriend had broken up with you two years ago now, so you didn't have much to get down on other than your vibrator and thoughts of fucking your roommate, who usually was in his bedroom with a girl.

Let’s just say he was not that silent.

Ever. 

Even when he was alone at home, or thought he was, in the shower, in his bedroom watching porn… you could hear him easily with doors closed. You wondered if he knew he was loud, or maybe your hearing was just peak.

Nonetheless, having him underneath you this way felt just like a whole new experience.

Whines coming out of your throat just to get swallowed by his own and vice versa, and you noticed how, every once in a while, as you were working to reach your high, he thrusted up between your legs trying to pleasure himself. 

You kept kissing, your hands were basically glued to his nape, while your hair was a mess because he couldn't stop touching them. 

Your panties were utterly soaked, they had even leaked on his joggers. He had started groping your ass at one point, moving you against him quicker and harder.

You had been kissing so much that although you had no more breath, you hardly could stop.

But just then you had to unsay what you just said.

He looked absolutely spent, his cheeks were of a strawberry color, his lips swollen and shiny and you could barely feel yours.

“F-fuck, wait” he muttered suddenly, stopping the movement of your hips with his free hand. “What?” You asked, completely out of breath. 

“I’m really trying to be the gentleman here but you are making me want to take you on this damn couch, baby.” You lowered your head in embarrassment and he tucked a strand of hair behind your hair. 

“You’ve been grinding me so nicely until now, you want me bad don't you?” He sneaked a hand down your shorts to feel the pool that had ruined your panties at this point.

As he touched you, his mouth went O. “Panties damp already, could've told me I got you this wet, I would have helped you earlier…”

“I was close” you spit.

“Oh well then.” he smirked. He moved you just enough to make you straddle only one of his legs and motioned you to continue.

“Cum on my thigh. And I want you to soak me good.” You immediately rubbed your clit on him as hard as you could.

The friction your heat was searching for was being relieved. 

Your arms were around his neck, one of his hands sneaked under your shirt while he was watching you. He wanted to see your tits too badly, but for now he was only gonna imagine. Or partially.

He squeezed your flesh in his grip, grazing his thumb on your nipple, already so sensitive.

You threw your head back and moaned, about to break.

He had started palming himself through his joggers, he was so hard it almost hurt.

Your whines were like music, feeding his hunger.

You had been rubbing quicker and quicker, and along with his hands on your boobs, he elongated his neck just enough to kiss you behind your ear.

“Come for me baby” was all it took. 

Your body stilled, the knot that had been holding your stomach hostage finally snapped and you let out such a guttural sound Jungwon had to put a hand on your mouth to avoid a noise complaint from the neighbors in the morning, so you bit so hard it bled.

Everything you had been holding in just exited out of you, irremediably wetting the crotch area of your shorts and his joggers. It felt sticky and so wet it was almost uncomfortable, but you would've thought about that later. 

You felt every part of you seized from the orgasm, trembling with the aftershock and your limbs falling boneless against Jungwon’s body, who was just there ready to catch you. 

“Good job, baby” he said, caressing the end of your back, waiting for you to catch your breath.

Just resting on his chest was nice, but you noticed how he had now lowered his pants and his dick was painfully twitching inside of his boxers, a tiny wet patch on them appearing where his tip was located.

No more dry humping, you needed him inside.

You didn't think twice before reaching out for it and taking his boxers down to reveal it. He wasn't huge, but surely if he hadn't prepped you enough it was going to hurt regardless. You wrapped your fingers around it and started slowly stroking it, hearing him hiss. 

“Oh? Eager to touch me just after I made you cum?”

“Gotta return the favor.” You tilted your head upwards, just enough to peck his lips.

He shifted just enough to get your mouths on the same level, and kissed you while you moved your hand up and down his dick.

Had he fallen for his own trap? Maybe. But you looked too good to be left with blue balls again.

“F-fuck how come are you making me even harder right now” He whispered, making a shiver run down your body.

He started to thrust up in your hand pretty quickly, and when you noticed you tried to lower your head to take him into your mouth, but just then, he stopped you.

“I want to taste you too, but I want to get inside that pussy so badly right now or I might go crazy.”

With the swiftest movement ever he picked you up like a potato sack and brought you to his bedroom, and before you could reply to anything he had already laid you on his bed, taken your bottoms down and was 2 knuckles deep inside of you. He was fingering you at a slow pace, just to make you more wet and ready for him, while leaving trails of kisses from your ears down to your belly button and up again. 

You grabbed his face and crashed your lips together, suppressing the moans he was making you fall out of your throat. His fingers never stopped moving, his thumb reaching for your clit and rubbing it just right.

You tugged on his shirt, and he took it off in one move, taking his finger out and getting them back in as soon as the sleeve was off of him.

Meanwhile you took your own off and exposed your chest to him.

It didn't feel awkward, if anything it felt on the contrary. As soon as you freed your tits he was the one staring this time, like the sight had some kind of spell on him. Normally, you would've thought “ugh,men.” with a disgusted look on your face, but Jungwon looked amazed. 

"You looked so hot in my clothes, you should borrow them more ofter, doll." He kissed you again without a warning and then descended to your jaw, whispering. “I just know you feel amazing, she’s swallowing my fingers for how tight she is.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” You bit your lower lip.

“Oh, absolutely. And those tits deserve some compliments too.” he lowered his mouth on your chest without ever breaking eye contact.

He wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples and took the other one between the fingers of his free hand. He was moving like a starved man.

You were asking yourself if you were about to reach heaven. He did everything go smoothly.

He licked, kissed, sucked, twirled, bit your nipple. Everything he could to make you feel good.

Like you deserved a prize. 

For what? You didn’t know. But did that really matter?

As you moaned, he detached from you nipple and kissed your neck, nibbling on your earlobe too.

“Cumming for me again, baby?” You nodded, biting your lip to suppress the hideous sounds rising from inside your throat.

You should’ve stayed silent, cause he took his finger out and took off the last piece of clothing that restrained him. Your eyes followed the movement of his hands as he was discarding his boxers, and god, he was even thicker than what you thought.

“Not before I have my cock in you” he tilted his head with a mischievous smile. He then licked his fingers, still soaked in your scent and glistening with your slick.

He spread your legs and gave one kitten lick to your pussy. Only one, as if he hadn't just you tasted his own fingers.

“As nice as I always thought you would be,” he said smirking, moving on top of you.

“Jungwon” You whined. All this teasing was making you crazy.

“Mh?” He fisted his cock in his hand, caressing your side with the other.

“Please” you wailed.

“Please what baby? Be clear with your words.” His eyes were dark with desire, roaming all over your body, praising you in his mind.

You looked like a goddess normally, even with your hair tangled in a makeshift bun, usually held on with a pencil because of how usually you lost hair ties around the house. But underneath him? It was even better than he had ever imagined. He surely was gonna bust a nut to this image, as it was already engraved in his brain.

Hestared into your eyes, moving his shaft up and down your folds, gathering wetness and spreading it on his tip. He felt so close yet so far, almost putting it in just to retract the moment you whined.

“Jungwon, please fuck me” You blurted out.

“What was that?” he asked again, teasingly. His smile was cocky. But in reality, he was about to lose his composure.

You licked your lips, almost embarrassed. 

You reached for his head and brought it down until his forehead touched yours.

“I said fuck me, Wonie.” you whispered.

He smirked, almost looking like his ears perked up. “With pleasure”

And with no further warning, he eased himself into you in one swift motion.

You moaned in unison when he let your walls engulf his length. 

You were wet enough, yes, but he surely was sized.

“See? I was right. Swallowing me like the good girl you are.” He stilled his hips, to let you get accustomed a little. But to say it felt divine to have you around him was an understatement. He kept caressing you slowly, trying to be the gentleman and reduce the tension in the room, so sharp you could cut it with a knife. 

“Shit, you feel so tight…how long have you starved her?” He asked, chuckling and leaving pecks on your nose to make you less nervous and stop clenching so hard around him.

“A while,” you replied, trying to keep your eyes open.

You tried to move your head to the side to not look at him in embarrassment, but he noticed immediately and grabbed your chin with his hand, bringing back eye contact.

“Nuh uh baby, you look at me when I'm inside you, nowhere else.”

Not even sure why, but you clenched again and he gulped.

And so he bottomed out, just for you to reply with another moan. 

And that was it, he knew you were more than eager to take him.

He slid back in, drawing a breath out of you. And kept going, slowly building up a steady pace.

How his hips were slapping against your pelvis, his mouth searching yours, trails of saliva being left around while sucked blue marks on your neck to avoid making sounds, but he knew he wouldn't last much shutting up.

In fact, you suddenly brought your legs to wrap around his hips and this new position made him go even deeper, thrusting so hard you felt his dick actually twitch inside you. 

“Fuck, you’re taking me so good.” he tried to muffle a moan by biting his lips till it bled, but you still heard him loud and clear.

“Are you trying to keep sounds from me now? Don't act all shy when you're balls deep inside of me…” you teased. And maybe he secretly wanted you to say that.

“You’re driving me nuts, baby,” he said, turning his head from the crook of your neck just to see you better.

“Your moans drive me nuts, Wonie. You were so loud when you came alone in your bedroom yesterday, I heard you loud and clear.”

You had heard him moan all this time and said nothing. What if you got off on his moans like he did? He had dreamed of you for so long, and now that he had you, he wasn’t sure he was going to hold on to it as a “dream” anymore. His dick twitched again at the thought. Fucking you raw. Cumming inside. Seeing it spill out of you. Seeing you sprawled on his bed. Oh, you were hot. And he surely was not gonna let it be a one time thing.

“This pussy feels like she was made to fit me- fuck.” His thrust had become harder, bottoming out everytime. He was hitting that spot inside of you that made your vision go white. 

“Jungwon- Fuck! Right there” You moaned. You felt a familiar knot in your stomach starting to beg you to be freed. 

“Weren’t we supposed to keep it quiet so as not to get complaints from the neighbors tomorrow?” you asked.

“You used the right past tense, were. But now that I had a taste of you, nothing's gonna stop me from making you scream my name out everytime you come for me.” Jungwon replied, sitting up and looking directly where you two were connected. 

You squealed as he circled your already sensitive clit, bringing you just on the edge once again.

“Mhhh- Close, Wonie” you murmured. 

“I’m not stopping you this time, let go for me doll, c’mon.” He replied, tone sweet but the sense of neediness was very much still there.

He laced his mouth on one of your very perked up nipples, and just how he licked it made your body shut down.

One of the loudest noises you ever made escaped your mouth. 

He could see how your legs had started to tremble, back arching off the bed, breath ragged and whimpering loudly. You really were bringing him to his own peak without even touching him.

His thrust still didn't stop. If anything, he was gladly fucking you through your orgasm, making your head spin even harder.

“Such a good girl for me” he mumbled, kissing your neck. 

“Your cunt’s milking me… won’t last much longer, baby” 

His hips were frantically moving inside you, and he knew he was near.

He whined. “W-where?”

You kissed him for a moment and whispered in his ear. “Inside”

His abs almost hurt from how he was holding back. “You want all of it baby, don’t you?”

“Mh-mh” you nodded. “Please”

“Say it” he was gritting his teeth. 

“Won…” You pleaded, again. He was making you beg like it was a prayer.

“I didn’t hear you say it baby” he looked at you, his eyes darkening and his thrusts quickening.

“Fill me up, please Jungwon. I want all of it.” Your eyes closing, unable to handle how good he was making you feel.

As soon as the words left your mouth, a gasp escaped it as well. You felt him push himself to the tilt as his movement halted almost completely while hot ropes of cum coated your insides. 

The silence of that moment was deep. 

It felt like everything kept hidden for years had finally been unleashed.

You looked at eachother. 

Breathless. Spent. Sweaty. 

Jungwon’s hair was clinging to his forehead, his mouth slightly agape. He eased himself out of you, watching his release gush out of your hole slowly.

He kissed you sweetly, smiling against your mouth, just to collapse next to you right after.

“You know we’re not just roommates anymore, right?”

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please don't be a silent reader, i really appreciate feedbacks :3

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Unexpected Visitor

Pairing: Spencer Reid x G!n Reader

WC: 788

A/N: A lil Spencer Xmas Blurb while I figure my shit out. Also! I'm imagining older seasons Spencer for this one.

"Hi! I'm, uh, so sorry to bug you but, um, do you know where Spe--Doctor Reid's desk is? Or, really, where D-Doctor Reid is?" .

Derek Morgan had to get his shit together because his jaw almost dropped when you walked in. What was some hot piece of ass doing, dressed like that, looking for Boy Genius.

He jumped up from his chair and strolled over to where you had stopped Garcia, who was just as flabbergasted as he was. "Reid is currently in a meeting sweetheart--may I ask what you, uh, want with him?"

You raised your eyebrows at the 'sweetheart', but smiled anyways. "He was supposed to be home about an hour ago and he wasn't answering his phone, so instead of panicking, because I know what you do for work, I wanted to come in and check before I lost my shit."

"Home?" Garcia squeaked out, still baffafled by how gorgeous you looked. It was like you were sent straight from heaven, a literal vision.

You nodded and tilted your head, slightly confused. "Y-Yeah...I'm sorry why is that---"

"We just didn't know Reid was living with anyone, let alone seeing someone."

"Ah." You nodded. "He's private like that, isn't he." Your smile warmed the two of them, and you shifted the coat from one arm to the other.

"y/n?"

You turned your head towards the back of the bullpen, and Spencer was walking out of Hatch's office. "What are you doing here?"

"Being introduced to your friends and coworkers since you haven't."

Spencer bit the inside of his cheeks and walked over to you both, placing his hand on the small of your back. You felt how tense he was.

"I'm here because our reservation is in twenty minutes and you said you'd be home over an hour ago." You looked at Spencer, whose eyes went a little wide.

"Shit. I-I didn't realize what time it was---"

"I have your suit in the car, and this is why I made the reservation for eight pm, instead of Seven."

"And this is why I love you." Spencer kissed your head and rushed over to his desk, scrambling to grab all of his papers and his bag and his coat and his scarf and his--

"Hi Y/n." Spencer looked up at the mention of your name, pausing in his frantic nature.

"Hi Aaron." You gave him a quick hug, but a bright smile. "How are you?"

"Well." He laughed a little. "I'd be better if we didn't have to work the day before Christmas Eve since I still need to wrap all of Jack's presents still."

"Oh how is Jack!"

"He's doing well. finally starting to enjoy reading, no thanks to you."

You laughed at his joke, all the while Derek and Garcia just shared an incredulous look. How the hell did you know Hotch? Jack?!? Why does Jack's reading habits connect to you--

"Ready sweetheart?" Spencer appeared at your side and you nodded. "It was lovely to see you Aaron. I'll stop by some time tomorrow to drop off Jack's gifts as well as yours. I got it when Spence I and went to Paris last month. I think you'll enjoy it!"

"That's why you weren't here for two weeks?" Penelope's jaw was on the floor. "I didn't take you to be a Parisian man Doctor Reid."

"W-Well, um--"

"It was for my birthday. My choice. I love art and museums so it made sense. Well, it was lovely to meet you all but we have a reservation to get to." You gave them all a quick smile before taking Spencer's hand and walking towards the elevator, your shoes clicking on the floor with every step you took.

"How long have the two of them been together?" Morgan turned to Hotch after you both had gotten in the elevator.

"I think today is their two year anniversary."

"TWO YEARS." Garcia clutched her hypothetical pearls. "How have I not known? How have WE not known?"

"He's private, and...well. You know Y/n."

"No we clearly do not know Hotch."

Hotch gave them a little smirk and a shrug. "Merry Christmas guys. I'll see you on the twenty-seventh."

As Hotch walked away, Garcia and Morgan just stared at one another. "So we're..."

"Going to spend then next ten minutes in my office finding everything out about this mystery person Spencer has been apparently dating for two years?"

"You read my mind mama. A little Christmas snooping never hurt anyone..."

[artificial-transmutations]

Grunt Force Gamer

Friday evening, finally. After a rather stressful week at the office, Finn was looking forward to his favorite past-time activity, which was blasting through the missions of *Duty Force Alpha* with his buddies. He was a bit surprised though when he logged into the voice server to find only one of his teammates there, even though he was the one who was late.

"Hey Beck! Sorry I'm late. Where is everyone?" he asked.

Beck was the newest addition to the team and had only joined a few weeks ago, bringing them up to five guys, or a whole squad.

"Let's see..." the other guy answered.

"Joey has to help a friend to move, so he is out for tonight. Alex has to prepare a presentation for his work on Monday. And I haven't heard from Dave at all."

Finn groaned.

"So, probably girl trouble again." Dave had a history of disappearing without any trace for a couple of days, only to emerge again a few days later and explaining that he was on a date. It never seemed to work out in the long term, though.

"Anyway. What about you?"

"I'm game. Looks it's just the two of us tonight." said Beck, and Finn could vividly imagine the cocky grin of the other guy, even though their cams were off right now. Finn agreed and started up the game but couldn't stop his heart from beating faster. The thing about Beck was that he wasn't just the newest member of their team or a cool guy to hang out with. Beck was *also* rather hot, especially for a gamer, and every time he spoke, his voice alone was enough to send a chill down Finn's spine. In short, Finn had a hard crush on the other man, and the prospect of spending the evening alone with him - even though it was just digital proximity - was both exciting and frightening to him.

The trouble was: Finn knew borderline nothing about Beck at all. He knew they lived in the same city and his first name, but that was about it. He had no idea if Beck was into guys or if he was single - which Finn could hardly imagine either way - or what his type was. And, of course, he was way too shy to actually ask him.

Just as Finn logged onto the game server, Beck spoke up again.

"Ah fuck, I've got to go AFK for a few minutes again, sorry."

"Sure, no problem. I'll go get a snack as well."

Finn muted his microphone, but instead of going to the kitchen, he was quickly distracted by a message from the game, announcing a change in skill trees. As he was reading the patch notes, however, after some moments, he heard a strange noise from his headset. It sounded a bit like a quiet slapping sound, and while he was still trying to identify what it was, a faint moan reached his ears.

Oh. *Oh*! Finn froze as his brain connected the dots. Beck hadn't gone AFK in a broader sense. Well, his hands probably were off the keyboard, but...

His mind was racing, and his own cock was twitching. Beck was *jerking off* right now, and he had forgotten to mute his microphone. What now? He couldn't just sit here and listen to his teammate beat his meat, right? Perhaps he should give him some privacy and go get that snack.

On the other hand,... imagining the lean Beck stroking himself, probably watching some porn in his gaming chair was pretty hot, and Finn felt his own cock strain against his pants. He double checked his own microphone. Muted. Good. Finn felt his heart beating in his throat as he slowly fondled himself, not quite masturbating but listening to the increasingly labored breaths of his crush on the voice channel. He wondered what he was watching...

Suddenly, a coarse whisper joined the jerking noises and the moans.

"Oh yeah. Show me those big guns, Sarge. I bet your sexy biceps are so much bigger than your brain... Well, I wouldn't mind..."

No way! Beck wasn't just rubbing one out to a random porn video, but instead he was drooling over one of the game characters, Sarge, the meathead heavy type of the game.

But that meant...

Disappointment set in shortly after euphoria. Yes, that meant Beck was gay. But it also meant he preferred the more or less exact opposite of what Finn had to offer. He was a smart guy with a rather unimpressive physique - quite the contrast to Sarge, who was basically a meat mountain. In fact, Finn's character in *Duty Force Alpha* was the exact opposite of Sarge. It was a character class called 'Engineer', whose main feature was to build turrets to shoot down enemies.

But these were just game characters, right? A fantasy. Perhaps Beck didn't have those expectations in real life? Well, there was no way he would be able to ask him, not without giving away that he listened in on his masturbation session.

As if on cue, Beck was moaning loudly now, and with an almost grunting noise, the slapping stopped. He had finished, and Finn was hard. It took only a few seconds until the sound of his breath was gone, replaced by his normal voice.

"Hey, Finn. Did you get that snack?"

Finn decided to wait for two more minutes before unmuting his own microphone to keep up the charade.

"I'm back. Are you there, Beck?"

"Yeah, sorry man, I had to take care of something first. Anyway, let's get going!"

Taking care of something. You could say that. Beck chose his usual sniper character as if nothing had happened and Finn's mouse hovered over the engineer, but he hesitated. He knew Beck's fantasies rather well now. Perhaps if he tried to act a bit simpler... He clicked.

"No way! You're playing Sarge? What happened to your engi?" Beck's voice was surprised.

"Well, I..."

Finn cleared his throat, remembering that Beck apparently had the hots for the simple men.

"Heh, yeah, figured I'd mix things up a bit. These guys seem pretty... capable. And we need a bit of meat shield if it's just the two of us."

Adjusting his pattern of speech to what he thought was simple and cool was harder than expected. He found himself tripping over words more often than not, but if that had any effect on the other guy, he didn't show it immediately. He didn't ask further questions about his choice of character and the two of them went on their way, starting the first mission.

At first, Finn tried to play tactically, as he was used to by his engineer, but after half a mission, he reconsidered. Not only was Sarge simply not built for this playstyle, but he figured Beck would be more into another approach. So, he changed strategies completely and just charged into the enemies head-first and with blazing guns. This worked out remarkably well, and soon, Finn was having actual fun behaving like the meathead he was pretending to be. He even threw in a few grunts and battle cries for good measure that seemed to amuse Beck a lot.

"Sounds like someone is having fun with his new class!" he laughed after a particularly successful attack.

"Yeah. I'm just here to shoot and look pretty. No need to think of anything. Leave that to the smart guys. Like you. All I need is my guns."

The bit of boldness probably came from all the adrenalin, but it was getting easier to get into character now. In any case, Beck didn't seem to mind.

"Awesome man! So, what do you do when you're not gaming? Hit the gym much?"

Finn froze and almost got hit by an enemy assault as a consequence. Fuck! This was the first time Beck showed any interest in his personal life. But the honest answer to that would be 'no, never', clearly not what Beck wanted to hear. Against better judgment he had to lie.

"Uh... yeah, sometimes. Gotta stay in shape, y'know?", hoping that Beck would buy it.

"Nice! Hey, why don't you turn on your cam, show me those gains."

Crap. They sometimes played with their webcams on, that's how Finn knew how Beck looked like. However, since he had been sick and didn't want to turn on his own camera last time, Beck had not seen him before. And that was the only reason his bluff earlier could have worked.

"I don't know, I didn't clean my place..." he tried to evade, but it was no use.

"Aww, come on, man."

Beck had already turned on his camera and smiled into the lens, and Finn could see the handsome face he often dreamed of at night. That was, of course, too much for Finn to resist, and he turned on his camera, too, with a beating heart, expecting Beck to call him out on his lie.

But instead, Beck nodded approvingly.

"Yeah, nice. I can see your progress. You're looking pretty fit, man."

Finn just stared at the monitor for a moment. Given, the lighting wasn't all that good, but how on earth would Beck think he was looking *fit*? He inspected his own miniature image on the screen. Okay, yes, the shadows of the badly lit battle station worked in his favor here. With some fantasy, you could probably make out definition that Finn knew very well wasn't there in reality. Perhaps, Beck was just being polite.

"Uh, thanks." he said, before quickly adding "... bro." for the effect.

He felt a rush of excitement. Perhaps he would be really able to pull this off!

With the cams still on, he charged into the next pack of enemies, and watched Beck lean back into his gaming chair, giving Finn a good view of his own somewhat toned chest under his t-shirt.

"So, you got a girlfriend, Finn? Or are you more of a player?"

Fuck, more questions. His first impulse was to lie again, but no! If he wanted to have a shot with the other guy, he *had* to be honest here. He swallowed hard and answered with his eyes still lingering on Beck, trying to read his body language.

"N-no girlfriend. I'm... uh... not really into chicks."

That came out a lot less confident than he hoped. There was no sign of animosity in Beck, and even though thinking was somehow getting harder, rationally, Finn knew it was a good opportunity to ask him the same, exposing Becks own orientation. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it, so he chickened out and tried to change the subject.

"Anyway, did I tell you about this thing that happened at work the other day? I totally saved our asses by-"

He stopped again, suddenly remembering that he's supposed to play dumb.

"Uh, I mean, I dunno, it was pretty boring office stuff. Who cares about that shit, right?"

At least the lingo came a lot more naturally by now, and sometimes, Finn had to remind himself that it was a role he was playing. It was, right?

Beck raised an eyebrow, looking curious.

"Office stuff? Didn't know you worked in an office, Finn. Thought you were more of a hands-on kind of guy."

Shit! what a slip-up.

"Uh... yeah, uh... I actually am. I'm..."

Fuck, thinking was *hard*. He had to come up with something here, but his mind drew a blank until he looked back at the screen.

"... a soldier. Yeah, I'm in the army."

"Wait, you're a soldier? For real?"

Beck sounded impressed but Finn's heart was racing as he realized what he just said. But he couldn't back down now.

"Uh, yeah, that's right," he replied, trying to sound casual. "Been in the army for a couple years now."

Beck looked impressed. "No shit? That's awesome, man! But what were you doing in an office then?"

Shit, lying was *hard*. Now he had to come up with another one, and fast.

"I... uhm... Oh, right. I was actually applying for a new job, at a private security firm. Y'know, with all the political bullshit goin' on, a lot of us are lookin' to get out and find somethin' else."

That was believable. A lot of people didn't want to stay in the army with a president like that. Heck, that's why *he* was looking for another job, right?

Wait, but wasn't that part of the lie? Finn's confusion grew and he barely registered Beck's answer:

"Yeah, I hear ya."

Finn scratched his head, trying to clear his mind. Thinking had never been his strong point - or has it? However, he was quickly distracted again by a weird feeling. As he had raised his arm, his shirt felt... tight. Constricting even. Hardly believing what he felt, he looked down at his own body and felt his solid pecs through his t-shirt. No, they weren't just solid. They were *large*. Large enough to stretch the fabric of his clothing and to limit his movements. Suddenly, he was aware of his other muscles, too. His arms were far bigger than they should be. Or was that right? Wasn't that why he went to the gym every day?

"Damn Finn, I never realized how built you are." Beck’s voice interrupted his slow train of thoughts and Finn could see Beck subconsciously licking his lips at the sight.

Something was wrong here, somehow.

"I... uh... I need to piss." he declared, the crude language coming all natural now.

He almost forgot to take off his headset and stumbled to the bathroom, splashing his face with water. The man who was staring back at him from the mirror was... not him. There was a certain similarity, of course, but *this* Finn was looking all different. He stripped down to his underwear to see better and was greeted by a much more massive body than before: a six-pack, bulging biceps, pecs, and all. His hair was also shorter than it used to be, and his features overall looked more rugged and less nerdy. He was a whole new, hot and handsome version of his former self. Even his face had squared up, and his jawline was much stronger. And his underwear... It looked positively *stuffed*, like he had pushed a sock in there. But he knew that wasn't the case. No, this was *his* package, the outline of his own cock pressing against the fabric, and it was a lot more than he remembered.

Finn stared at his reflection, and the reflection stared back. Something was wrong, but the fog around his brain was only getting denser.

Right, that was it. His big fingers brushed against his stubbly beard. He didn't shave, that's what was wrong here. Without a second thought, he grabbed the razor and started working on his upper lip, his chin and even his chest, until he was presentable again. It was only a few swipes, and once he was finished, he was satisfied with his work. Better.

He grabbed his clothes from the ground and didn't realize they, too, had changed into a pair of large olive cargo shorts and a white tank top.

"Yo, I'm back. Did I miss any action?"

He grinned for the camera and Beck shook his head.

"Cool!"

He readjusted his crotch and got back to playing, occasionally exchanging a joke with Beck. The game was getting really fun. Finn was blasting through enemy ranks without any consideration for strategy anymore. He was a simple guy now, and simple guys didn't need that kind of thing.

After an especially hard boss fight, he yanked his fist up in the air in triumph.

"Hell yeah! Did you see that?"

Beck laughed. "Yeah, I did, Finn. You were a beast out there."

Beck's praise gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

"Thanks man. One sec."

Without a second thought he pulled off his headset, followed by his tank top, leaving him bare-chested in front of his PC.

"Better. It's getting hot in here."

"Wow, you can say that... Holy shit!"

Beck’s eyes looked like they are about to pop out of his head. "You been hidin' that bod all this time? Damn, you look amazing!" The lust in his voice is clearly audible by now.

"Thanks, man. Just thought I'd get comfortable, y'know?" Finn grinned and ran a hand over his chiseled chest, feeling powerful and sexy. Suddenly, he remembered something.

"Right, wanted to ask ya, since we're bein' honest and all... you got a girl? Or maybe you're into dudes like me?" He didn't get why he couldn't have asked that earlier, it really wasn't that hard, was it? Heh, hard.

Beck's cheeks flush slightly but he grins. "Yeah, I swing for the other team too, Finn. Never found a chick who could handle all this."

He gestured to his own, rather toned body, which wasn't quite as impressive as the one Finn was sporting now, bringing Finn to smirk in acknowledgement.

"Well, if you wanna get more comfortable too, feel free to lose the shirt, man. Unless you're scared to show me up."

Beck chuckled, reaching for the hem of his shirt. "Scared? Please, I'll put your buff ass to shame!"

The two of them continue to play, now with their shirts off, and their banter becomes increasingly flirty. Finn was enjoying the attention, and it was obvious that Beck was enjoying the view as well. However, after two more missions, Beck noticed a sudden drop in his teammate’s performance.

"Dude, what's up? You're playin' like shit all of a sudden." he teased, while his eyes remained glued to the difficult situation.

However, after hearing the grunted answer from Finn, he immediately looked up to the video stream again.

"It's... hard to play with one hand, y'know?"

Beck's mouth fell open as he saw Finn, grinning, with one hand still on the controller and the other tightly wrapped around the massive hard cock he had fished out of his underwear and was stroking slowly, all while maintaining eye contact with Beck.

"Woah, dude. You're... You're jackin' off right now? While we're gaming?"

Finn just grinned broader before his hazy mind produced an idea. Instead of the controller, he took his phone in his hand and typed a bit, all while slowly continuing to work his cock. Beck didn't have to wait long for the mystery to resolve itself, though, as his own phone buzzed.

"That's my address," Finn growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Get your fine ass over here and I'll show you what this soldier can really do."

"I... I'll be there in 10 minutes." Beck promises, his own voice coarse with arousal.

The last thing he saw before his webcam switched off was a lewd grin on Finn's new face.

Hey, sorry for the long silence! I've had some stressful time at work, but now I'm back writing!

[tusk-rumours]

sweet girl ⁀➷ — sam winchester x fem!reader

word count: 3.9k

summary: sam and his girl get filthy and lovey late in the motel room.

warnings: nsfw, 18+!! explicit, a lot of smut, soft!dom sam, fingering, p in v, finger sucking, swearing, sams very very sweet. ridiculously detailed.

a/n: this is just a service to myself honestly. it’s incredibly filthy. i’m terrified to post this i’m not even sure if i like it. i also wrote this like over two months ago so this has been finished in my drafts for a while lmao

i dedicate all of my works to my super sexy writing judge @mxilkyways.

Papers and lore books scattered the table, covering the surface in so many layers that the aged wood was barely visible underneath. You stood with your thighs pressed against the side, leaning over to gather the mess, packing up for an earlyish night. 1am wasn't so bad, not compared to many other nights spent working anyway. Besides, you had something you wanted to stay up for, something you'd had on your mind. Something which you know had also been on your boyfriend Sam's, too.

It hadn't been spoken, but you knew, you could just tell by the air between you, and the way you could feel his eyes on you packing up even with your back turned. As you predicted, he eventually crossed over to the table, standing near you as he helped you sort the papers. The heat you already felt radiating off of him was intense, and your breath caught in your throat just thinking about how wonderfully overwhelming it would be to feel that heat pressed right up against your skin.

You composed yourself with a breath, trying hard not to watch his large and slender hands gather the papers, his fingers working and crooking to pick them up. Sam knew damn well how much of an effect his hands had on you, and tonight he wanted to use it to his advantage.

He purposefully let his fingers brush over your own atop the pages, his eyes flicking to your face, watching your reaction. Your skin tingles at the touch, and you smile at his attempt to tease you. You stay silent, not wanting to break first, and you continue piling your stack, keeping your eyes on the task. It doesn't take long for his fingers to dance across the pages again, this time grabbing your fingers firmly, pulling you in close to him.

You laugh, and his arms snake around your waist, an amused breath escaping his smile and fanning across your face.

"Knew you'd break first." You say, your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers threading through his mess of brown hair.

"Mm, you know I just can't resist you for long, baby," he mumbles, his head dipping so his lips meet your jaw, pressing a soft path of kisses along it. You let out a breath of laughter into his ear, basking in the warmth of his arms and chest.

He squeezes your waist, his lips moving down to your neck, smiling as you squirm in his hold from the ticklishness of his warm breath.

"I should finish cleaning up, you know. Easier for tomorrow."

"That's not what you want right now and we both know it." He says immediately into your neck, breathing in the smell of your perfume. "You think I couldn't tell what you've been thinking of all day? I know you, baby. I bet you're soaking already."

Your breath hitches at his words, your fingers gripping his hair just a bit tighter, eliciting a small groan from him.

"Well you haven't been too subtle either, honey," You breathe into his ear, your breathing starting to get a little laboured from his touches.

This makes him smile into your neck, and his hands roam across your lower back and hips. His lips make a quick path of kisses up to your chin, and his eyes meet yours.

"Maybe I wanted you to know just how weak you make me." He says, his breath tickling against your lips. His soft lips graze your own, and his quirk up when you try to chase them. His fingertips dance along your back, one hand climbing up your spine into your hair as he leans in again, kissing you agonisingly light.

His lips are warm and sweet, but the gentle press of them just isn't enough, and you know it's not for him either. His kisses quickly turn more hungry and passionate, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip as he holds you close, his fingers tangled in the hair at the back of your head. You instantly let him in, and his tongue makes quick work of intertwining with yours, the taste sweet and hot inside your mouth. You let out breathy noises from your open mouth, and he swallows them in his own as he starts to guide you towards the bed.

"Been on my mind all day. ‘m gonna make a mess out of you tonight, baby" He mumbles against your lips, his voice low and sultry. "My pretty girl."

The mess on the table is long left discarded, your work left half tidied as his warm hands are slipping underneath the hem of your shirt, pressing up against your bare sides. His tongue is still invading your mouth and licking against the roof of it, causing soft breaths and whines to fall from your lips. His hands simultaneously work to bring your shirt up to expose your torso. Your hands untwine from his neck, nimble fingers helping him to pull your shirt up and over your head.

He pushes you gently to step back until your knees hit the bed, and he guides you onto your back gently, silently instructing you with a nod of his head to crawl back up to the pillows. As you do, he immediately crawls over you, the mattress dipping as his palms press into the pillow on either side of your head.

Before you can get a word in he's attacking your neck, his lips nipping and sucking at your skin feverishly and you gasp at the feeling, your hands quickly finding his hair again. When he hits your sweet spot, that sensitive patch of skin beneath your ear and starts biting and kissing, you let out a whimper, instinctively pulling on his hair. He groans, his hand moving to your cheek, cupping it in his large hand firmly. When you pull again he moans, his tongue pressing flat against your skin to soothe his bites.

"God, honey—" He chokes out, his words slightly muffled through his relentless work on your neck.

You start to squirm under him, the sensation of his hot mouth on the side of your neck and his hair tickling against your face becoming too much to bear. Your hands slide down his back to the hem of his shirt, tugging desperately. He lifts his head at your silent request, and he smiles, relishing in the way you ask without saying a word.

"You want this off, huh honey?" He says a little breathlessly, his lips red and swollen from his consistent attack on your neck.

You nod, your chest heaving, breathing out a whispered 'please'. He sits back, his hands reaching for the hem of his shirt. He pulls it off quickly, discarding it somewhere on the floor, and you're in a daze, drinking in his broad shoulders and perfect skin.

He crawls over you again, his bare chest now hovering above you, and you somehow feel even hotter from the almost tangible pull you feel from his body and the sight in front of you.

You can't help but press your palms flat to his chest, just exploring his warm skin and sturdy chest with your hands, and his fingers are moving through your hair, his fingertips brushing down your neck so lightly it's ticklish, and all you want is just to feel even more of him.

You plant your lips against his jaw, leaving messy, hot kisses to his skin, your palms pressing firmly up the slope of his neck. He lets out a shaky breath into your ear, his large hands caressing your chest and torso, his fingers feeling against the lace of your bra. You arch your back as his fingers travel across your sides, giving him access to the clasp on your back. He makes quick work of it, gently pulling the garment down your arms and away from your chest, handling you so delicately, because he just wants to worship you.

Once your bra is discarded on the floor, he sits back for a minute, his large hands resting against your ribs, his eyes widening with pure admiration and lust as he stares down at your bare upper body.

"Jesus, honey. You're so beautiful." He breathes. "Can't get enough of the way you look, all pretty."

He reaches a hand up, a finger lightly tracing your collarbone, until it moves along to trace along the necklace sitting against your chest. His fingertips lightly play with the pendant, a small smile on his lips as he admires the necklace he got you so long ago sitting pretty on your neck.

His fingers travel up your neck, and suddenly he's caging you again, his chest and pretty face returning to view above you. His hands are placed on either side of your head again, and when he leans down to capture your lips with his, you try to meet him halfway, only to be yanked back by his palm accidentally planted firmly on your hair that's strewn across the pillow.

You wince, letting out a soft noise of pain followed by a laugh, and Sam's instantly in panic mode, lifting his hand and smoothing out your hair, thumbing your cheek.

"Shit— i'm so sorry, hon, jesus— are you okay?" He rambles, and you laugh, taking one of his hands in your own to stop his fretting. Now that your hair's freed from his accidental hold, you lean up, capturing his lips with yours, the kiss is messy from your amused smile and giggles against his lips.

"'m sorry" He mumbles against your lips in between kisses.

You hum when he eventually smiles back, and you pull him down so you're head's back against the pillow, deepening the kiss.

His lips leave yours, to press an abundance of quick and sweet kisses all across your face in an attempt to soothe the accidental pain he caused. Starting at your chin, he works his way across your cheeks, nose and forehead. He lets out a breathy chuckle against your skin when your giggles become louder, your cheeks reddening, which only causes him to kiss them more, loving how hot your skin is underneath his lips.

His hands are still smoothing out your hair, his hands now cautious and somehow even more gentle as he caresses your cheekbone, his thumb and forefinger dipping down to your chin to lift your head slightly, capturing your lips again in a kiss somehow deeper than the last.

His hands cascade down your shoulders and collarbone, before settling on your breasts, his large palms covering the entirety of each of them. Slowly, he begins to knead them, squeezing and pressing his fingertips into the soft flesh. You moan softly into his mouth, your back arching into his palms.

His thumbs move across your breasts to gently circle your nipples, and you whine, the slight pressure making you shiver. He presses the pads of his thumbs a little harder, before his palms caress the entirety of your chest again, his lips leaving yours to nip a path down your neck, his tongue flattening against your pulse point, just feeling the rapid pace of it. He kisses down your collarbone, the sound of both of your laboured breathing filling the air.

"Sam..." You breathe his name out desperately, his hair now tickling against your chin.

Finally, his mouth dips down to your chest, his lips dragging across your skin until he takes your nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking as his tongue licks across it slowly, fully enveloping you. You moan at the feeling, grabbing onto him tighter as his hand works on your other breast simultaneously. You cry out when his teeth nip at your nipple, and he smoothes the sting with his tongue.

"You're unreal, honey," He breathes against your chest, his warm breath tickling against your sensitive skin. He continues sucking with an intensity, until you're squirming, your legs shifting against his, in a silent, physical plea for more.

Sam would give you anything you want in a heartbeat, especially when you're like this, all soft and needy underneath him. His hands and mouth dip down, his palms and fingertips running down your ribs and stomach, his eyes locking with your own as he reaches the waistband of your jeans, silently asking for permission. You nod immediately, your chest heaving in anticipation. His lips quirk at your desperation, and his nimble fingers work at the button and zipper.

"Lift your hips up for me, baby," He says softly, and you oblige, lifting them so he can carefully pull down your jeans, slowly pulling them down your legs until they're off, and lying in a heap on the floor. He kneels in between your legs, a hand grazing against your lower belly, and your skin shivers underneath the touch, the cold air against your clothed core making you hiss lightly.

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties, his thumb rubbing against the lace. His eyes flick up to you.

"This okay, sweetheart?" He questions. His constant checks for consent and permission despite how many times you've done this never fail to make you just turn into a puddle right there on the sheets.

"Mhm" You nod, a gentle smile on your lips, as he smiles too, hooking his fingers on his other hand underneath now too, and you lift your hips to help him slowly pull your panties off your legs, discarding them along with your jeans.

His hands make a path from your ankles up to your knees, his palms covering the entirety of your knee caps as he gently spreads your legs apart, his eyes glued in awe at the glistening sight between them.

"Fuck, baby, I knew it. You're soaked." He lifts a hand, running his index finger through your folds, and you let out a breathy hiss at the sensation.

"So wet for me honey, god—" He breathes, and suddenly he's hovering over you again, his large palm cupping your core, and you squeeze your eyes shut, your hips bucking up into him.

When he starts to rub your clit you mewl, and his soft voice is in your ear, his fingers gently caressing the hair on the top of your head as his forearm rests beside it.

"Shh, honey, doing so good f'me, shh..."

He presses his forehead against yours, his soft breath fanning against your face as the pads of his fingers gently circle your clit, the pressure firm yet soft.

Only once you're squirming and knocking your knee against his leg do his fingers slide lower through your folds, his fingers prodding at your entrance. His index finger circles it as he looks into your eyes, making sure he has your full attention on his as he slowly pushes a finger into you.

"Sam...hah—” You whisper out his name, a sharp gasp following as his finger gently plunges in deep, until it disappears almost entirely to the knuckle. You let out a shaky moan when his long finger slowly slides out again, and you whine at the loss of it, which is cut short by a small cry as he plunges in again, a little faster this time.

"Good girl, mm...look at you, so wrecked just from one finger....I wonder if...?" As he trails off, he adds a second finger into you, watching as your eyes squeeze shut tighter, groaning softly. He lets out an approving hum, his fingers slowly crooking and curling deep inside of you.

You cry out even louder than the last when his fingers brush against your sweet spot, and your moans get even more whiny as he repeatedly nudges it more firmly. You feel yourself getting close, as you flutter around his long fingers.

"Look at me, baby." He breathes out, and when you open your eyes, they immediately lock on his above you, blown out with adoration and lust.

"There's my girl. I wanna see you come for me, sweet girl." He says softly, his voice rough with arousal.

You nod, your foreheads still pressed together, your expression contorted in sweet pleasure as you whine and gasp under him.

When he crooks his fingers in that perfect way again you tense up, your whole body washing over with pure pleasure, down to your extremities. You cry out his name in desperate whimpers, his smile watching you come only making you flutter around his fingers harder.

He gently slows his movements as you relax against the mattress, carefully extracting his fingers from you, watching your expression closely, taking in the way you whine at the loss of him.

Once his fingers are exposed again do you both take in the way his fingers are soaked with your slick, practically glistening. He smirks, his eyes flicking up from his fingers to yours. Once he's sure he's got your attention, he sensually brings his fingers up to his mouth, letting the underside of them slide along his tongue before he wraps his lips around them. He closes his eyes and hums and moans in pleasure, as he licks and savours the taste of you on his fingers.

Your jaw falls slack in a silent moan at the sight, what he's doing in front of you just so incredibly hot you're sure you can probably come again just by watching him. He doesn't stop, wanting to savour and taste every last morsel of you on his fingers. You sit up, taking his wrist in your hand, pulling his fingers out of his mouth before you're guiding them into your own, your eyes looking up, locked on his.

You relish in the way he lets out a choked breath, a soft moan falling from his pretty mouth as he watches your lips wrap around his fingers, dragging them fully into your mouth, maintaining eye contact as you suck on them.

"Jesus, honey," He breathes, his eyes widened as you let your tongue slide along his fingers, tasting the last remnants of your arousal on them.

His thumb brushes against your jaw, mesmerized by you. Eventually, you give his fingers one last long lick, before pulling your mouth away from them. He's in a daze, fully captivated by just how unbelievably hot you are, until he's pushing you down onto your back again, quickly shedding himself of his jeans till he’s bare. He sighs at the relief of freeing himself from the tightness of his jeans, the sight of how hard he is making your mouth go dry. His skin is hot and flush against yours as he settles and murmurs above you, his voice heavy.

"So fucking sexy, baby, jesus," He caresses your soft hair with one hand, while his other his trailing down your body, from your collarbone down to your hips, before he's reaching for himself in between the two of you.

He slides the head along your folds, and you hiss, feeling as he glides so easily from just how insanely wet you are.

"Ready, honey?" He asks, watching closely for your response. You nod quickly and desperately, whispering back.

"Please, Sammy."

"Okay, I got you, honey. I got you." He murmurs back, lining himself up as he slowly pushes into you. You gasp at the feeling of how he stretches you out perfectly, and just how good he feels inside of you. You whimper softly as he continues to slide in slowly, listening to his groans above you.

"Fuck, Sam— you're so deep." You breathe out as he pushes the entire way in.

"Yeah, baby? You feel me all the way up here?" He moves his hand, his fingertips lightly pressing against your stomach.

You gasp at the added pressure, your fingers clawing into his broad back. He lets out a breathy chuckle, leaning down to press gentle kisses to your face, waiting for you to adjust to the stretch of him.

"You okay, honey?"

"Mhm," You nod, your forehead brushing against his, your fingers tangling in the hairs at the nape of his neck. His lips make their way to yours, capturing them in a soft and loving kiss.

"I love you," He murmurs in between kisses. You melt, lifting a hand to his cheek.

"I love you too. So much." You mumble against his lips, and he kisses you again, all sweet and loving.

"You ready?"

"Yeah," You breathe, nodding. Slowly, he starts to pull out, until only the tip is still inside of you, before sliding back in at a taunting speed, and you can feel everything.

You moan loudly into his ear, your arms wrapping even tighter around him. His hips move against you at the perfect pace, lewd sounds filling the room.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good. You like how I fill you up, hm? Like how I stretch you out so good, honey?"

You moan at his words, somehow getting even wetter at how filthy he can speak to you when you're together like this. You curse, your brows furrowed in ecstasy, nodding pathetically against him. He speeds up his movements, gripping your hips to angle them in a way that lets him bury into you even deeper.

When he presses against that sweet spot, you cry out, loudly, your head thrown back in pleasure against the pillows. He hits it again and again, and you feel your release creep up on you, your walls fluttering and clenching around him even more intensely, which makes him moan into your ear, hissing in pleasure.

"Oh, Sam— Sam" You breathe out, your fingers tapping at his shoulder.

"I know, baby, I know. Come for me, wanna feel you." His voice is gravelly and breathless in your ear, and when he slows right down, you mewl, and you look like you're about to burst into tears. You cry out and press your head to his when he plunges back into you, deeper and more forceful than his previous ministrations. When he hits that spongy spot inside of you again, that does it.

You cry out loudly, your body tensing up once again, your walls fluttering violently around him, your body shaking as you ride out your release.

"Fuck— wanna fill you up, honey," He mumbles as his hips stutter against yours.

"Mm— please" You manage to breathe out as you're wrapped up in your high.

Feeling you orgasm around him is what pushes him over the edge, and you feel his release, the warmth of his cum coating your walls. He fucks into you a few more times, riding out his own high and pushing his release further into you.

His warm body collapses against yours, and you let out a breath, a euphoric smile on your face. He buries his head into your neck, and your hands rub against his back, feeling as it heaves and shudders.

"So good, honey, god, just perfect." He manages to rasp out through his laboured breaths. He lifts his head, locking eyes with you, his expression full of love. He brushes the hair that's stuck to your forehead away from your face, resting his hand against your cheek, leaning down to capture your lips with his once more. The kiss is long and sweet, and you can tell he's pouring all of his love for you into the gesture.

"Can I pull out, pretty girl?" He mumbles against your soft lips, and when you hum in approval, he slowly pulls out of you, both of you hissing at the sensitivity. He looks down in between your legs, his lips kicking up into a smile.

"God, sweetheart, I did make a mess of you." He huffs out a laugh, his hand caressing your thigh gently. His head dips down to press a tender kiss to your knee, and his hands continue to rub at your thighs and hips.

"Let me clean you up, baby," He murmurs. But before he disappears to the bathroom, he's leaning over you again, his hand moving to press against your cheek, his thumb rubbing underneath your eye and along the slope of your nose lovingly.

"My sweet girl," he murmurs, almost under his breath. "I love you, honey."

[omgfangirlland]

How do you think it would go if let's say.. Before joker became a joker.. He had a wife and that wife is reader. She was always there for joker until joker just ghosted her or something when he started to go crazy. Later on, reader meets Bruce and they somehow fall in love (reader has that Mary Sue rizz).

-🔱

Sorry I haven't posted a drabble in a hot minute-

Fallout 3 is an addictive thing, and I should have known better than to believe the father would stay alive, considering I finished Fallout 4 a year ago...

ANYWAY- bit of timeline shenanigans cuz I'm like 90% sure Jack falling into the vat of acid happened long before Dick Grayson, but for my plot it's during-

CW: yandere/stalker bruce

You knew something was wrong as soon as Jack didn't come home. Sure, sometimes he'd be late, but you'd always wake up with the man suffocating you with the clingy way he'd wrap his arms around you, holding you so tight- like he was afraid to lose you.

That was eight years ago. One year ago, Jack Nappier was declared dead, and you were left a widow with an empty grave to mourn over. The police, eight years ago, didn't even want to believe you, just brushed it off as the man being drunk in a ditch- not unlike the other married men in Park Row.

But you knew your Jack. So you fought on it, you fought until someone would listen, and Gordon did- promised you up and down that he'll do everything to find your husband- and then, a month in, he... changed. The man looked guilty as he told you he didn't have any updates, and before you could ask anything further, he scurried away.

You never trusted the police, no one living in Crime Alley does. Gordon was the nail in the coffin that sealed that belief forever.

They would have declared him dead on day one if they could have, but they had to wait seven years, and with those seven years up, the papers were drawn and signed, and Gordon paid for the funeral before anyone else could, before Bruce could.

You hated it.

And your Jack would have hated it too. He wanted to be cremated, his ashes to be turned into "one of them fake sparkly stones" so you could always have a piece of him.

You had to move on with your life, whether Jack left you and ran away with someone else or is actually dead, both were painful options. You got your degree one year after his disappearance and started teaching a few months later.

You... don't know what possessed you to do this- to jump from your window, on the fucking Batman of all people, just so Jason, a kid you've known since he was five, could run away before the bat started swinging.

Yeah, it didn't work out the way you hoped.

"You jumped out from the third-"

"Second."

Batman's eye twitches as he takes in a breath, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as you sit where he plopped you, the hood of the batmobile. "-Second. Floor, on my back, just because you thought I would hit a child?" Bruce ignored how Jason kept swinging the tire iron at his padded knee.

"... Yeah..." You shrugged. Jason gave up after two more swings, huffing and whining with exhaustion. "What even are you?!"

"Is he your kid?"

While the question made you stumble over your words, Jason was quick to yell a yes- and he wasn't lying in his mind, you were more of a mother than his ever was. "Don't you dare touch her- you- you- big b-"

As Jason tried to swing again, this time aiming for the bat's balls, Bruce was quick in grabbing the tire iron from the boy. "Aww..." Jason pouted.

Bruce knew the boy wasn't your son. He knew, because for eight years or so, he's been your shadow, not your stalker, shadow. There was a difference- he was protecting you, making up for what he's done to your ex-husband.

He may have slipped a few times, loomed too close, slipped into your room as you slept- just to make sure you're still breathing! And, well, if he took a thing or two, he always returned them- he tried to, anyway.

This was fine- not the part of you jumping so recklessly out of a window- but the opportunity of actually talking to you. It wasn't for long, but he was willing to play the long game.

It was fruitful, slow, but it got him what he wanted.

It started with Jason, initially he wanted to just send the boy to a troubled youth school, but seeing how close he was to you, and how dedicated he was, Bruce may have manipulated him a bit.

"You do want to keep her safe, right? You can't do that without training."

Jason was the one who took it as him being the next Robin, and Bruce didn't correct him, and when the time came, he sure as hell didn't stop him from modifying the costume to his liking. The boy deserves it after helping Bruce so much with you.

"Batman's really nice, could be a really cool boyfriend-"

It was childish, but you couldn't help but smile at Jason trying to play matchmaker. You knew he was the new Robin, it was hard not to when the first thing he did was crawl like a wet cat through your window to proudly show his costume off while acting like he didn't know you.

Granted, it worked.

Bruce first kissed you while he was bleeding on your couch, Jason napping away on your bed, that's also when you found out who Batman was.

"I want you to know. I want you to be in my life, every side of it."

He had whispered, and you just kissed him again. The next day, Bruce Wayne took you out on a date, by next week every tabloid had you two on the front page, and by next year, you were living in the Manor, nagging Dick and Jason to not leave everything to Alfred, and helping him every night with soft kisses and softer hands.

He wasn't scared you'd find out. He made sure you wouldn't. But if you did, that would be okay. Bruce won't let you go, no matter how hard you fight.

When Joker came back after being missing for two years, creating a ruckus left and right, Bruce made sure to play his cards right- first, the soft, off-hand comment that you should just stay home, work remotely, or just not at all. The chains were placed.

Then, bringing a worried Richard into it. "I just don't want to lose you like- like-" And the tearful face of Dick locked the chains. But what tightened them was Jason's whispered plea. "Please, ma, any one of our enemies could snatch you on the way home- I don't want to see you hurt like that."

But Bruce should have been more focused on Joker. He let him slip through the cracks, led the clown right to you with every loving outing, with every tabloid picture.

Jack won't have it. You were his before- you'll love him as Joker too.

[rhadamanthes]

Private show. JeanxreaderxEren

word count : 4,7k

warnings : modern au, arranged marriage but reader still has a boyfriend on the side, jealousy, boys kissing, lots of praises and pet names, handjob, cum eating oral sex fem receiving, fingering, squirting, slight overstimulation, double penetration same hole, nipple play, after care, non protected sex.

author's note : had this fic on my mind for a while now i have a full lore for it, not very detailed here but maybe i'll write more, it's my first time wrting smut in a while so a threesome was not really a smart choice but i'm kind of proud with how it turned out let me know what you think about it and enjoy!

Part 2

There is no place like home you think, as you finally inhale the familiar scent of incense in your apartment.

Not that the honeymoon was bad but you wished it was with someone you actually loved.

"Eren! No airport clothes on the couch, are you crazy ?" you squeak ushering him to stand up

"You know for someone who's not my real wife you sure do nag me like one"

"Very funny just go clean yourself up then you can sprawl all you want, anywhere you want "

His answer is drowned by the ringing of the door bell. Who could that even be when you landed just a few hours ago. Exchanging a look with Eren you plead him to take care of it. As the good husband he is, he makes his way to the entrance mumbling in the process of course what you can only imagine is curse on your name.

The ajar door  reveals the man you wished you were married to, the man you wished  you had spent the last two weeks with... Jean. You heart start beating faster at the sight of him and you rush to the door, trapping him in a tight hug

"Ew just let me get out the way at least" Eren protest but it doesn't matter you are finally reunited with Jean you missed his scent and the way his body feels against yours,

"Hi baby" you smile, giving him a quick peck. He smiles back, hiding his face in your neck, inhaling deeply.

"Jean ! I haven't showered yet!"

"Who cares?" he groans, pressing harder in your skin. You giggle at the muffled sound of his voice.

"Anyways, I got something for you, come on in" you turn making your way to the luggage you left near the couch. You only notice now that Eren left the room, in the distance you can hear the water running good, 

"A gift from your honeymoon just for me ? That is way to kind"

You shake your head not even bothering to look back at him. 

"I brought gifts for everyone. I'm just cool like that, you know ?" 

You tap the floor next to you inviting him to sit and help you find the package in the mess that are your multiple suitcases.

At the same time Eren re enters the living room a towel around his waist as he dries his wet hair with a smaller one.

"Your gift for ponyboy is in my suitcase, remember how you bought so much it wouldn't fit anymore ?" he chuckles sitting on your other side, working down the zip of the said suitcase,

Both of you exchange a look at the first item displayed, one of his shirts is rolled up in a very distinct wine glass shape. 

Upon your first night of the trip you went to a restaurant, finding yourself obsessed with the glasses they used for the drinks : cut in the form of a seashell . Eren went to the staff  asking if you could bring a pair back to the hotel as a newlyweds gift; it didn't work but they agreed on giving you one single piece in exchange for a couple bills. You laugh at the memory and so does he.

From his spot Jean feels nothing but pure jealousy, of course he knows this is not a love marriage. Both your dad's made an agreement for an arranged marriage showing an united front as their companies are going through a crisis. 

But still, seeing you laugh with another man, exchanging knowing looks and private jokes makes his eyebrow knit a bit. There is nothing funny about a shirt in a suitcase. You're wearing another man last name for god's sake. Mrs Yeager-Smith enough to make him barf. On top of that the bastard is shaped like a god.

If anything Jean wishes this wedding could be over in a few months and not a year like your father mentioned. A wave of relief hits Jean as your husband leaves, announcing he'll be napping for the rest of the day. 

You dig a little velvet box from the suitcase, giving it to Jean with a shy smile. The content reveals a gold ring with your initials engraved on the inner part.

"I figured you might as well have one" you laugh, second thinking about the choice of your gift.

Jean's lips crashes into yours in a deep kiss, ushering you closer.

"I love it, thank you" he murmurs after breaking the kiss.

You caress the stubble on his chin, eyes locked with his. "I love you."

A warm sensation spreads through his chest.

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A few weeks have passed since you got back from your honeymoon. Your life came back to normal, well almost. You jungle between your public relationship and the private one, it is hard at times, you wish you could hold Jean hand whenever you want, not second guess every one of your actions. Part of your consolation is that you get to see your friends all you want. 

Right now, you are at practice with Annie, the two of you go back to kindergarten. You've been doing ballet with her ever since. Needless to say she's not happy with your current condition, you haven't stretched the whole time you were travelling, you're a bit stiff and it shows.

"I can't believe you had all this free time and didn't even take advantage of it" she exclaims, pushing your leg deeper on the wooden bar.

"It was a honeymoon Annie not a bootcamp" you wince, muscle crying under her assault. 

"Yeah yeah  I know, a very romantic trip"

You're about to snap back at her when you hear your boyfriend's voice coming from the netrane of the room.

"My savior" you dramatically says rushing to meet him in a hug.  "You came at the right time, she was about to kill me."

Annie shakes her head left to right, greeting Jean with a wave of her hand. 

"Just come earlier on monday and tuesday we will stretch together you should come to normal quick."

"Okay boss I'll do that, Bertholdt not here yet ? Want us to drop you off ?" 

"He'll be there in five he made a detour for Reiner"

"What a gentleman picking up his boyfriend and girlfriend" you feel Jean's shoulder shake with laughter next to you and you can't help but follow him. 

Annie is giving you a death stare, you wrap your arm around Jean'susing him as a human shield. "Well we better be on our way see you " blowing kisses her way tou rush to the elevator. 

The ride back to your place goes smoothly, you tell Jean about practice and the gossip Annie filled you in with while you were away. Soon enough you find yourself walking to your doorstep. In the distance you can see Eren sitting on the floor. 

"Forgot your keys again ?" you extend your hand for him to stand up. 

"Yeah we really need to give the concierge a spare." you laugh, the three of you entering the duplex. Eren hand on the small of your back.

You and Jean are in the kitchen, cooking up a meal for tonight he's been quiet ever since you guys got back. 

"You know the honeymoon really got me to know Eren better, I think you two would get along well" 

"Why would I want to befriend your husband ?" His tone is harsh.

"Come on Jean, it'll make everyone's life easier and you're bond to see him anyway"

"What do you propose ? me and him flying out to the Maldives ? "

"Hmmm I was thinking about a threesome actually" 

A beat of silence fills the room.

"You're serious ?"

"Deadly, and don't tell me you didn't think about it. I saw the way you looked at him the other day" his cheeks glow pink at your words: got him. "This could be an icebreaker and then you two go on friendly dates. What do you think" you say tracing his arms through the clothes. "Once we've seen each other naked we won't have a lot of secrets left, but if you're not down for it I'll understand"

You're treading on thin ice. Jean expressed his desire to experience new things some time ago. This seems like the perfect occasion.

"Ok, but you tell him that this is a one time thing I don't want to share you for the rest of my life"

"Roget that" you seal the deal with a kiss. 

After Jean left you went to Eren with your offer, needless to say it didn't take a lot of convincing for him to agree.

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The day has come, Jean is sitting on the edge of the bed farther away from you and Eren. He wants this you know it, he must be uncomfortable that's all, so you take matters in your hands. Approaching him, from up close you can see a faint pink glow on his cheeks. 

 Ever the embarrassed boy.

 The thought makes you smile.

"Looks like someone here needs to relax," you whisper, running your lips horizontally on his ear. 

He's been your boyfriend for as long as you remember, you know everything about him, weak spot included.

"Come on baby don't you want to loosen up so we can have fun ?" As you speak Eren's hand starts to feel Jean hips slowly unbuckling his belt.

"Y-yeah i'll do that "  he answer lifting his hips slightly so his pant can come completely off 

"Good" Eren mumbles, as he explores Jean's penis through his boxer. You take it as a cue to intensifie the torture, sucking his lobe into your mouth.

The strained moan he lets out tell you everything you need to know. 

Jean feels like he's levitating, Eren's hands are not as delicate as yours but the roughness adds something to the  up and down motion applied on his cock. Combined to the way you're feasting on his ear he can't help but-

"God that feels good" he feels your lips curl in a smile against his skin you must enjoy that too.

"I understand why she likes torturing you so much now, you are pretty when you squirm" Eren's words add to the fuel.

"Shut up" not very convincing, his cheeks are burning now

"Gladly, I do not want to miss a pretty moan out of you Jean "

Fuck is it so obvious that he runs on praises ? All this attention gets to his head. When you first proposed the three-way he wanted the focus to be on you, there is nothing he enjoys more than pleasing you, being at your service, but he can't deny that this feels pretty good . His head falls back, closing his eyes with a deep groan. You move from his ear to his neck sucking and biting while one of your hands rolls his nipple between soft fingers. The two of you are going to kill him.

His hips start to move on their own, thrusting into Eren's hand as his release approaches. With every stroke the sensitivity increases and makes his mind go blank a little bit more. The tingling sensation rises from his balls and through the cock. 

"That's right Jean, let it all out"  And he does, spilling his seed all over Eren's hand as your saccharine voice guides him through the edge. 

Feeling Eren's hand unwrapping from his dick, Jean opens his eyes again and straightens his head. On the right time he might add, You're licking the semen off Eren's skin while staring at the long haired boy in his eyes. Eren is staring right back at you with a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Dirty girl" you snicker at his remark reducing the space between your bodies, you kiss him languorously, you want him to taste Jean, after this night is all about sharing. He's hesitant at first but soon enough his hand locks you in place by your hair, tongue invading your mouth licking all over. Spit is drooling at your chin. The whole deal feels dirty but it feels good.

The kiss is needy and full of frustrations.  It is a long awaited relief. You two never had physical contact with each other over the four months you lived under the same roof. Apart from the public apparition of course but this is nothing like the fake affection you show the tabloids.  You break the kiss scared to get lost in the way it makes you feel.

"Alright my turn" you say excitedly sitting on the edge of the bed you kick your panty off quickly, the cold air of the room hitting your cunt makes you realise how excited you already are. Eren waste no time spreading your knees to be able to sit between your legs on the floor. You turn to Jean, who looks like he is still coming down from his high, 

"Get to work" You nudge him with your foot.

"Yes ma'am" 

The two men are now on their knees between your legs. On the left Eren's head is resting on your thigh, biting softly while your flesh as he observes absently minded your pussy. Jean lifts your right leg to rest it on his shoulder, kissing it tenderly. 

"What a sight" you exclaim. "Come on, don't be shy guys, I'm all ready for you."

As the reactive dog he is, Eren dive face first in your cunt lapping at your clitoris. Jean scoffs at his behaviour.the reaction makes you laugh." What ? you're going to let him steal your food ?" the words come out strained  due to Eren's ministrations, he sure knows how to use his tongue. And fuck, he's skilled with his fingers too. They are not as long as Jean's but he is curling them at the perfect angle . Not trusting your body to hold you anymore you lean back on your forearm appreciating the spectacle from afar.

Jean has entered the dance, getting into Eren's rhythm so that your bundle of nerves is never left unattended. their eyes are boring into yours, feasting on  your every reaction. You can't take it anymore, laying completely flat on the mattress you let out a breathy moan, eyes shut in pleasure. This is what heaven must feel like. 

The new position gives them more access to your body, the slenders fingers of your boyfriend travel down to the rim of your anus. his index circling slowly the puffy flesh.

"Please" you hum, arching your back of the bed, gentle perspiration starts forming on your lower back "Please my love"

"You want it inside, doll ?" you nod your head hoping he'll get the message."There you go" he purrs against your skin. Entering your tight rim prodding at your spongy walls. As he resumes his assault on your clit.

Jean and you never went as far as anal penetration but from time to time you enjoy his finger wandering there. 

You barely control the moans you let out anymore, it all feels too good, your brain is getting mushy from all the pleasure you feel, you know your orgasm is approaching. You take a fistul of whoever hair you can ,grinding your hips against their faces.

"Guys, i'm gonna cum"  you feel beads of sweat on your forehead.

They hum against your wet cunt, the soft  vibration it gives is too much for you to handle. Electricity courses your  clitoris, spreads  through your whole body, down to your toes and fingertips in sweet, sweet relief. 

Kisses are left on your slit, fingers retriving from your holes. A lazy smile creeps on your face. The bed dips on your left a large hand pet on your forehead and the crown of your hair. "You've done good" it's Jean's voice. You open your eyes to kiss him and you realise, it's the first time you feel his lips against yours since the beginning of the night.  

Slowly, your thighs close on themselves sore to have been spread so wide for both of them to fit in between. Eren is still sitting on the ground, he places your legs over his shoulders before suctioning his lips to your clitoris. Still sensitive from your orgasm, you jolt straightening up.

"Eren!"

"Just a bit more i want her all to myself" 

You don't have enough energy to fight him so you let him do as he pleases, back colliding with the mattress. Lewd noise comes from his spot, he wasn't lying when he said he wanted it all for him, when he was sharing with Jean their tongues were flat against your mound, he is now full on slurping on it pointy tongue flicking over it. The rapid motion makes you twitch,  hips lifting off the mattress. Your nerves are on fire and you already know that you won't last long this time.

"God Eren" you moan gripping Jean's forearm for support. 

Jean's lips trace your jaw up to your temple.

"Come on princess on more so we can fuck you properly yeah ? "he croons searching for your eyes, you nod your head absent mindly. You need to be stuffed soon or you'll go crazy The thought of having their cocks inside of you makes you whine out loud. "You're making me hard again baby"

"I am? "Taking your right hand Jean makes you feel his erected cock. "Jean I need it" your eyes start to tear up in frustration.

"I know love, just a bit more i'm ready for you" he englobe your hand, making you squeeze his penis lightly. 

The sweet talk makes you want to grant his wish, he's been sex deprived for a while now, between the honeymoon and your new life, you two haven't had the time to see each other as much as you usually do. You call his name, feeling a new orgasm approaching. 

Eren must feel it too, encasing his face deeper in your cunt. Your eyes close shut and the familiar sensation runs through your veins. the knot in your belly snaps once more tonight, legs thrashing around your tormentor's head. The saccade moans coming out of your mouth makes you sound like a broken record. 

"Good job baby, good girl" Jean praises, as you feel eren collecting the arousal that has been leaking down your inner thigh the loud slurping noise coming from him gives you no doubt on what he did with it. 

"I think she's ready now" you can hear the smile in his voice, you open your eyes, drowsy from your second orgasm of the night. Eren is standing on his feet licking at the remnant of your cum on his digits. You kick him playfully, what an arrogant bastard he is. Eyes roaming down his figure, you notice the tent in his pants, god, it must be painful for him, you and Jean came at least once but not him, you feel bad. 

"Come here Eren" you straighten back up tapping the empty side of the mattress, he obliges.

Fishing down his pant you start to stroke his cock slowly but he grabs your wrist

" I want to cum inside of you not in my pants like a teeanger"  taking his word in action he positions himself in the middle of the bed, head resting on your silk pillow. A sigh of relief escaping his lips. "Mind if I take the spot from under Jean ? I want to see your girlfriend tits bounce in my face"

"Suit yourself, I can have this view all I want"  you scoff at their childish bickering. Turning around, you extend your arm in front of you to stretch your back in a cat like manner before crawling to straddle Eren's legs. 

"I hope you're not only about barking, I'm very needy tonight" you taunt getting rid of his pants, his cock spring free taping against his lower abs. 

"Is it to your liking my pretty wife ?" He takes it in his hand, rubbing it along your belly. At the same time you feel Jean positioning himself behind you, his warmth seeping into your skin.

"Hm not bad " you say, running a finger on his already wet tip "What do you think Jean ?" 

"I've seen better" you giggle, grabbing his chin to steal a quick kiss. Jean pushes your back slowly, until you're flat against Eren's chest. "Now let's have some fun."

Jean rubs his cock against your entrance, you put your hands on Eren's shoulder in anticipation. You feel the familiar stretch of Jean's dick inside your pussy and  let a relieved sigh.

"Lift your hips for me baby hm ?" you do as you're told knowing what is about to come..

Jean grabs Eren cock by the base, running it down your slit until he finds his own cock, pushing against it. Your jaw goes slack at the pressure you feel, nails digging in eren's skin.

"Look at me, baby you can take it" Eren pets your hair to get your attention, locking your eyes with his, you nod, digging deeper in his shoulders. 

 You feel every inch of his dick filling you up and gasp once it is fully inside of you.

"Good girl" he plants a kiss on your forehead 

"You're feeling alright ? " Jean asks hugging your mid section to get you closer to him again 

"Hmm I don't remember ever been this stretched before but... it kind of feel nice" you giggle 

"Coming from a ballerina I'm flattered," Eren laughs, caressing your thigh in a soothing manner.

Both you and Jean huff at his remark. The moment you have waited all night is here you start to rock your hips back and forth in search of an easing feeling. Soon enough you find your pace, and pleasure in the process as wetness produces salacious squelching sounds against their skin. Eren hands are clenched around your hips now, calling your name in soft moan. Jean is slowly thrusting into you, seating himself deeper and deeper inside of you.

Leaning down on your husband you bite his jaw.

"Come on Eren fuck me, I'm asking " you beg in the most sultry voice you can muster kissing his lips softly. You want, no you need to feel them ramming inside of you at the same time. 

He opens his mouth and closes it, deciding he'll show you instead of talking.You balance your weight on your knees giving him enough space to move his hips. The grip on your hips intensifies as he starts fucking his cock inside your cunt.

"Like that ?" you nod, biting your lips. The sensation is unmatched. while Eren is pumping in, Jean stops remaining inside, stretching you wide. You feel yourself losing control, hips going still. as your head falls back on Jean's shoulder, moaning out loud you leave it to them to make you feel good.  "Do you like how her pussy feels, Eren ?" he can only grunt in response, brow tight on his face."Come here" confusion can be read on his face but he nevertheless obliges.  Jean grabs the back of his head, locking him in a heated kiss. 

Fuck that's so hot, out of them two you wouldn't think that Jean would be the one to iniciate the kiss but it makes you smile. He's really getting into it, you whine being left out. Eren breaks the kiss, redirecting his attention to your neck biting and mumbling all sorts of praises, while Jean pinches your nipple. All of this care makes you feel like your brain is melting.

They start to go back and forth, Two different temperatures, two different sizes, two different rhythms sometimes simultaneously pumping.  It is the first time you acquire this feeling of fullness. 

You're a squealing mess at this point, letting them use you as they see fit. Their penises heads are grinding up against your g spot you're close to cumming but there is something else. You feel  like you need to pee.  

"W-wait I feel weird" you don't have the courage to say it out loud.

"Fuck, I knew it from when I was eating that pussy, you're gonna make a mess baby?" you hide your face in the crook of Eren's neck too ashamed to answer. "Come on doll, all over me make me yours" he starts to thrust faster, almost pistoning inside of you.

From behind Jean calls your name, hands travelling south to your clitoris applying circular motion on the abused bud "You heard him ? we'll cum with you, just make the call" his motion intensifies building up even more tension in your body then you thought was possible. Another wave of heat crashes over you. 

You cum till I'm numb like a rag doll, your warm juices squirting everywhere between your bodies, even on the mattress. The force of your orgasm makes you collapse on top of Eren, bodies crashing on the bed.

"That's my girl, I'm so proud of you" he chants peppering kisses on your lips "We're gonna come inside of you yeah I don't want you to waste a drop baby" you can only nod, feeling sleep taking you away. 

True to his word a few seconds later the two men empty themselves, coating your walls with their semen. Their breaths are heavy, Jean hovers on top of you kissing and rubbing at your sweaty back. Inches by inches Jean pulls out, laying next to your nested bodies. 

"Took it so well darling, you're the best"  a weak smile crawls on your face,  Jean lifst your body from Eren's positioning you on his lap as he covers your face in kisses.

You wish you could feel this state of bliss all the time, loved warm and totally fucked out but the sweat drying out on your body makes you feel a bit gross.

"Hm, can we go shower ?" you ask, locking your arms behind his neck. As an answer he clamps your thigh around his waist making his way to the bathroom.

"You weren't so bad yourself Jean" you hear Eren's voice trailing behind him then give Jean's bare ass a spank. Your chest shakes with laughter as Jean grumble curses in your hair.

The hot water dripping on your sore body feels like a resurrection, the three of you are standing under the ceiling faucet  taking a moment to appreciate the relaxing sound. Your trio starts to clean themselves and each other.

"Can you wash my hair ?" Eren inquiries, you nod smiling at his tired voice.

"Well you two braid each other's hair I'm going to change the sheets" Jean steals a kiss from you. He visibly hesitates to kiss Eren but he hands up slapping the back of his head. A faint groan leaves his lips.

"My poor baby come here" you giggle, starting to massage the soapy liquid on his scalp. 

Once cleaned and dried, Eren carries you back to the bedroom. Your body hit the soft mattress and the scent of lavender floods your nose, you hum in bliss. 

"Here" Jean says, offering one of his t-shirts for you to sleep in. He throws one at Eren too and you climb under the sheets, eager to fall asleep squeezed between your husband and your boyfriend. 

The room is dark and you bid them goodnight when an idea crosses your mind.

"Wait guys there is one last thing i want to try" Eren flick the light on giving you a curious look. 

"Anal ?" you roll your eyes hitting his shoulder. You lift your shirt revealing your breasts.

"Come on each of you got one" Jean laughs, happily sucking a nipple into his warm mouth, following suit, Eren does the same. You close your eyes feeling them hardening in their mouth. The tugging sensation relaxing you deeper in the mattress You could easily fall asleep like that. You really do have it all tonight.

[baronessvonglitter]

don't come around here no more

javier peña x f!reader | wc: 1.8k

summary: On a visit to Colombia, you're reunited with old work friends.. Javi is the only one who doesn't come to say hi...

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Work relationship. Hidden feelings. Mentions of sex work and office hookups/infidelity. Brief mention of smut. A tiny bit of emotional infidelity. Reader is not described apart from having worn skirts on occasion in the workplace. No use of y/n. Not beta'd.

a/n 1: this is a personal one, based on an experience I had a couple months ago when I dropped by an old workplace. Not gonna lie, it stung when an old friend (and work husband) of mine didn't want to see me. But I'm okay with not knowing. Writing this has been therapeutic 🤍

dividers by @strangergraphics 👑

JAVIER PEÑA MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

You haven't been to the embassy in almost five years.

You'd spent over a decade of your life in service to the government, tracking down the bad guys until worse guys came along and then you'd work on catching them too, and on and on it went, cyclical. You never thought you'd dream of something more until you were offered a better chance back in the States.

Atlanta wasn't your hometown, but it was American soil and it offered more pay. You wouldn't have to worry about guerrillas and crooked cops there. They called and said they needed you. You answered that call, and left your post at the embassy.

Perhaps the hardest thing was leaving Javier Peña behind.

He'd been a friend from the start, showing you the ropes, offering a cigarette when you stepped out to take a break. You grew closer with each case you worked on, the leads growing stronger, the job riskier.

You heard all the rumors about him - he often went against orders, he had a knack for pissing off authority no matter how good of an agent he was - but the biggest rumor about him was that he had a tendency to fuck every willing female in his path.

You didn't give it too much credence. He was an American just like you, a Texan by birth, and just trying to do his job. He was single, like you, and in a foreign country. You couldn't blame the man for having some fun. It certainly didn't affect you.

Then the rumors grew worse. You heard about certain CIs of his, women who walked the streets, spent time in the beds of powerful drug lords.. they had information that he needed. Not uncommon for agents to strike deals with these women. Cops and agents all over did the same. Only thing was, Javi had a penchant for sleeping with them too.

You never asked him about his apparent conquests. He was your friend, your partner. But he told you anyway, giving you all the dirty details over bottom-shelf whiskey at the nearest bar in the embassy district. You got the sense he wasn't gloating, nor even confessing. Just spilling his secret:. Blanca had the inside dirt on private parties held by wealthy politicians, which often included visits from men of high rank within the cartels. And Jennifer, one of the secretaries at the embassy, met with him three times a week for a quickie in the filing room, and even after her honeymoon she came right back to work, staying late at the office, under Javi's desk with his dick in her mouth.

There wasn't a thing you didn't know about Javier Peña. And while you yourself harbored an innocent crush on him, you merely shook your head at hearing of his antics. Every Friday you found yourselves talking, laughing, even gossiping over your drinks as the evening gave way to night. And when the bar closed he'd walk you home,

And now you're back in Colombia, the air the same as you remember, the sky and even the buildings the same hues, pinks and purples and yellows to entertain the eye. It's as if time stopped the moment you left on your flight to Georgia.

You're welcomed back after being given clearance to the building, your former fellow civil servants greeting you with wide smiles, asking how your new posting is, what it's like in your new town, what your new husband is like. You answer them, taking a look around and noting the tiny changes in personnel. Wendy is on maternity leave, Felipe is retiring, and there's some leftover cake in the fridge which you're invited to have. You're trying to catch up with everyone, recollecting kids' and grandkids' names, when you catch a glimpse of him across the way, coming out of the elevator.

Javi's in a suit now, so different from the days of his barely-buttoned short sleeve shirts and tight jeans. His hair is a little longer, combed to the side, the little curls at the nape of his neck gone, the ones you used to tease him about and call him a baby duck.

As if he can feel your eyes on him, he looks your way, and it looks like his eyes widen as he stops in his tracks, nearly fumbling in his steps. You manage a meager wave, giving a smile, but he doesn't do anything in response. Not even a curt nod. He turns his gaze from you and walks on, into a corridor where you can no longer see him.

Rita, one of the clerks you'd worked closely with during your time at the embassy and who'd been like a mother to you, finds you and embraces you with a warm hug. She still smells like Giorgio Beverly Hills. "How have you been, my dear? We've all missed you so much," she says, pulling you away from her so she can admire the casualness of your look. She'd only ever seen you in pantsuits and the occasional skirt, and now she likes the new you: jeans and a relaxed button down blouse, at ease with life, albeit still chasing criminals.

"I'm well," you answer her, eyes still darting around for Javi. Where did he go? He'd surely seen you. "I've missed you all. The states are so different after being away so long."

Rita's eyes widen in realization. "I have to tell Javi that you're here!" she whispers conspiratorially, as if somehow she's reading your mind. "I'll go get him." She pats your arm and hurries away in the direction you saw him go earlier.

Everyone else gets back to work as you wait, feeling out of place. Your fingers itch to comb through files, to answer the ringing phones with hopes of a hot tip. The clacking of computer keys has you imagining typing up a report, the way you used to after a big raid or breakthrough, Javi at the desk in front of yours. pouring some tequila in a couple glasses for you to celebrate, loosening his tie.

No matter what, he never touched you. Not like that. Ever.

And a part of you always wanted him to. The closest you got was a side-armed hug as he walked you to your car the very last day of your work here.

Your eyes wander to your old office, the blinds open, and through the slats you see Javi turning in his chair as Rita raps at his door. You can barely make out the gruff "come in" from his lips. Rita approaches him a bit timidly, all smiles, hands clasped at her waist.

She's explaining that you're here, that this is probably a once in a lifetime chance because retired agents don't typically come back. They become too invested in their new lives, new cases, or worse.. they retire for good, put into the earth when a bullet finds its way to its target or a bomb goes off.

You're still here, looking right at Javi as his eyes find you, the harshness in them softens a little, perhaps at Rita's soft pleading. You ignore the crazy skip of your heart's beat as he keeps his gaze on you, his chest expanding as he takes in a deep gulp of air.

In an instant it's gone, the stony glare from before now in its place. He says some curt words to Rita, who pauses, a baffled look on her bespectacled face. Javi replies, his face growing red, obviously not changing his mind. Rita goes for the door but turns around, saying one more thing to him, looking rather high and mighty about it.

She meets you where she's left you, a sad sort of smile on her face. "He's busy," she says quickly. "He sends his regrets, dear."

You look back into Javi's office and find him already staring at you. He swiftly drops his gaze, pretending to read a file as he casually closes the office blinds.

"Rita, what's going on?" you ask her, disheartened because this is now how you'd hoped this reunion would go.

She only shakes her head, pursing her lips. "I don't know, honey.. I really don't know."

At the hotel, your husband is relaxing on the bed watching an old Colombian telenovela. He turns down the volume, patting the space next to him as you come in. "How'd it go?" he asks, watching you shed your jacket and hook your purse around a chair. "I'm guessing you didn't get the welcome you hoped for." His brows creases with worry as he strokes your hair. You lean into his touch, wishing you could dislodge the heavy stone of disappointment now resting in your belly. He's always so attentive towards you, so thoughtful. He knows all about Javi and your time with the embassy. Tears prick at the edge of your eyes and you do your best to blink them away, but he's there already with a tissue as his arm goes around you.

"I wish I knew why he didn't want to see me. What did I do wrong? We were partners for years.. friends too. And after all these years he treats me like it all meant nothing.."

"It's okay," your husband soothes you. "Can I tell you something you might not want to hear?"

"Right now I'd love for anyone to be honest with me," you sniffle.

"I think you broke his heart when you left."

That thought had never occurred to you. It's a strange, foreign concept. Javi had treated you differently, but you supposed he just didn't need to get involved emotionally, physically, sexually with someone he'd work with personally every day. He slept with almost everyone in the workplace except you, and you'd considered yourself safe from his charms.

"It makes sense," your husband continues. "From everything you've told me, Javi's had the hots for you since day one."

You scoff at this idea at first. Then, thinking more deeply on it, the pieces start to come together. What if Javi had harbored these feelings for you and never told you, just let them sour in his heart until it turned bitter against you after all these years? "He never told me. The way he dismissed me you'd think we were strangers all this time.."

“Do you feel like you missed out? Would you have given him that chance when you were partners?”

It’s not an odd question, just one that takes you by surprise. Any adulterous thoughts are usually played off as jokes between you. You’re that comfortable with each other. But to give an honest answer requires more strength than you possess at the moment.

“No.. I wouldn’t have risked our friendship or our working relationship like that.”

Your husband kisses your cheek, still soothing you as he strokes your hair. "Baby, sometimes the best way to show our love for someone is to let them go."

Let him go.

a/n 2: adding some music inspo. Of course the title is from Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers:

and secondly, after my real life non-encounter with my former friend, I heard this song in a restaurant while I was still in a daze. It's such a sad and beautiful melody. (They Will Destroy You is always good when you're moody)

tagging those interested: @regularjoel @stevie75 @tateypots

@titabel @milla-frenchy @mystickittytaco @thesassyteacher91

@dilfsw @ghoulzlovez @axshadows @selinakpe

@inept-the-magnificent

[romaniacs]

▌ㅤNATASHA ROMANOFF — I MISS YOU MORE THAN LIFE

( read more ) synopsis — natasha's harsh words are like a knife twisting inside your already mean brain as she's been dealing with an imminent breakdown due to work-related stress, and so she soothes you from the pain she causes herself. warnings — female reader x natasha romanoff, crying, a little bit of everything; fluff + angst… so hurt-comfort.

"y/n- you're still up?" natasha sounds tired just before her breath catches in her throat as she sees the mess she's caused, your teary eyes lifting to rest on her worried face. "baby, no, why are you crying? are you in pain? having cramps?" and your silence is brief yet loud. "is it something i said? did i… did i make you cry?"

her hands roam over your wet cheeks as she feels a wave of that nurturing energy she usually has taking over her again, as strongly as it could be after a long time of giving you nothing. when she said i don't think i wanna go out in a stressed-out tone, looking over the paperwork she had to finish yesterday, it felt a bit off to you. when she had the last bites of the food you had kept for yourself, you just sulked in a corner. woman had to eat, it was fine. when she stopped kissing you goodbye before leaving, you understood. but when you were on a call and she started cussing out as she dealt with a sudden work issue that popped up and sounded rude to you too, it was a bit too much for you.

i'll hang up, she said not long ago. i'm a bit too mad to talk right now and you're not helping. your headache will pass, just go to bed.

you feel the distance natasha's putting between you two solidifying with time, and things don't seem to be going well with your job either.

it's just been hard. in general.

and now that she finally got home and entered your bedroom, reality hit her like a truck.

"it's nothing" you bring her hands down, off your face, but don't want to be rude. it really is nothing much. you just want to be left alone, as she seems to have been trying to make happen. "it really isn't, don't mind me. just sleep. it's late."

"are you kidding me? you're crying, y/n" her voice is not as soft, strangely. "if i did anything wrong, you can just tell me."

"can't you see it yourself?"

her eyes are suddenly locked onto your face, even though it's dark. she's also finally coming down from the long-lasting stress she's been through. "well, yeah" she sounds weird. calmer. confused. way more aware of herself, and consequently her eyes water up in a second. "yeah. sorry. i think i've been a bit harsh lately. it's just…"

"work, i know" you pat her hand softly as you give her an understanding look. "it's fine. just rest, okay?"

natasha can't bring herself to say much anyway, so she takes the chance to take off her jacket and lay down beside you. after a while, she rests an arm around your waist, pushing some hair off your forehead.

"i'm really sorry, y/n" natasha mumbles on your back. "i don't love you any less. i just haven't been doing so right. it's hard keeping my cool, and i try not to be harsh, but…" her voice trails off. "i've been under a lot of pressure. and not managing it well. but i love you."

"you don't have to explain anything to me, i understand. just don't treat me differently if you can just not treat me in any way and avoid making me second-guess my own actions" you whisper. "i love you a lot, nat. i don't need calmness, i just need to be sure you still love me. so it's okay."

"mhm. just hate myself for making you cry, you don't deserve that" she places a gentle kiss on your skin, her body warmly placed behind yours. and things almost feel normal for a second, just as they used to be before the mission she's been on. "i won't stop loving you even when hell freezes over, detka. trust me."

and you do, you can finally fall asleep. you feel wanted again, even if things still hurt, even if work won't stop on the way of your relationship, but whatever it is that tries to bring you down is fortunately none of your heart's business; even when your heart is heavy, it's still hers.

[bonbonly]

Sooooo first of all you haven't seen me here imagining things for lando bc I was not, somebody took over my account and i'm sending this thot to you bc it would be a shame to not share whatever my friend has cooked up there (it started out as a charles thot but the more my friend thought about it it fit better to a certain papaya twink than to our reigning ferrari princess) ANYWAY...

Streamer!Lando but also only fans creator!lando. Started out with CoD streams, maybe a bit of Rainbow Six, is decently successful with it. has a blast with his mates online but after some time he's frustrated with it bc he'd love to create something of his own. not just stream and showcase other people's work, do something himself yk?

So he starts a little photography account where he posts some impressions from his daily life and his fans love it but it just doesn't hit the spot for him. Nothing really does until one time when he's about to send some low effort nudes to some random girl he thinks fuck it and puts some effort into it, poses himself, adjusts the lighting, sets up the tripod to get some special angles and what can i say…

He likes it. Loves it even. Loves it more than the nudes he gets back. Just thinking about staging himself gets him hard again. So he does what every normal human being with a voyeurism kink does, opens an only fans. But on the down low. Nobody needs to know that it's him. He starts simple, nothing explicit yet, just his chiseled abs and pecs on display, a bedsheet draped delicately low across his lap, showcasing his tiny waist beautifully, his head just out of frame.

Then he upgrades to videos. the best microphone on the market, catching up every little moan and gasp he makes imagining the hundreds of people watching him jerk off. a high-quality camera recording every little droplet of sweat running down his torso when he's bouncing on a big silicone dick later. Mood-lighting, that makes every spurt of cum on his stomach glisten in the camera.

He does numbers on the platform, skyrocketing to the top 1% of creators in less than a month. He gets off on the thought that maybe some of his Twitch fans are unknowingly watching him on OF too. But he's not afraid of being discovered. He's careful not to mix the two worlds. He has it handled.

That is until you stumble over some pics of an OF creator that look suspiciously like some nudes you got a while ago from a certain high-profile streamer…

- 🍪

well 🍪 anon, you've outdone yourself and for that im going to ask you to start building a house on my campsite (im never letting you leave) can imagine the way your brows must furrow when you glance at your phone, your laptop and then back to your phone. maybe you even hold the devices side by side and notice the same details.

the glistening torso, the veins on his cock as his hands wrap around it. and lets say he - as a streamer - never responded back to you after he sent you those nudes, it was just a small thrill anyway for him so nothing too serious so you raise an eyebrow and think to yourself what would be the best way to get this man's attention again, he didn't even respond to you when you sent him your nudes back!

so using the same name you had on twitch - which was how you even met lando since you had donated a hefty amount to his stream - you subscribe to his OF and send him a donation there, maybe a teasing message only meant for him to see, but the message is clear.

you know it's him. and he might've been a bit confused at first until he finally realized that this was the very girl that made him understand himself better to starting that OF page. he probably smirks, tugging at his curls and thinking about how to approach this because obviously these two worlds have to be separate.

so after one night when he places a plug up his ass, his stomach coated with his cum, he might give you the honor of sending you more personal photos, just for you since you're doing such a good job at keeping his secret. he'll ask for you to send some back and there's probably no conversation going on, no hi how are you? hey what'd you think of this video?

because he knows you're watching each one, knows you're probably touching yourself on your bed thinking its his hand and not yours thats covered in your slick. he has the videos of you himself, your fingers deep in your cunt moaning his name while watching his videos. that knowledge alone is enough to keep him going, as long as you don't try to reveal his true identity.

little does he know that you miiiiiiight be a bit influenced from your own greed to try and make him bend for a more... personal fan interaction.

[itoshiidarling]

yandere x vampire! reader hooray (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

gn reader, gn yandere, probably counts as nsfw but ehhhh.....

warnings; blood (obv), degradation (by reader), biting

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“pleeaseee, pleaseplease pretty pleasee?”

they're so unashamed it almost hurts. their hands are grabbing at your waist, chest, and thighs needily. you barely pay it any mind, finding the current chapter of the book in your hands especially interesting.

they whine and pout, setting themselves on top of your stomach and hands settling on holding your shirt. you're laying comfortably on the bed, head propped up on a pillow and legs crossed over one another. they sigh, almost groan. “what's so interesting about that book, anyway? i bet you'd have way more fun if you actually paid your partner any attention.”

finally, you relent. you put a bookmark in-between the pages and set the book down onto your bedside table. you glance at them with that annoyed look they just can't get enough of. “well? what's so important you had to interrupt me, hm?”

they stumble over their words, suddenly wanting to open a window for some cold air. “um, you haven't been feeding recently, i-is all, so i thought... y'know, you should! on me!”

you stare at them. they get increasingly more and more nervous with every silent second that passes, but they stay firmly in place. once you roll your eyes and sigh, they know they've won. "on you? what makes you so sure you'll live?"

"not much," they're quick to respond. "but it's fine if i don't... dying in your arms while you're sucking the life out of me is the perfect way to go!" there's hearts in their eyes now, and you nearly roll your own at their weird obsession over you.

you sit up, "fine. then present yourself properly."

they immediately reach their hands to take off their shirt, moving closer to you and lifting their head so you'd have full access to their neck. you lean in, hand wrapping itself around their throat dangerously. your touch is light, but a warning.

you drag your fangs up their skin teasingly, but they know better than to demand you go quickly. you ghost your nails over their body similarly, and notice that the marks you'd left on them a few days ago are still visible - in fact, they look a bit darker than they should. you ignore the thought and press your tongue against their throat, saliva working to numb the skin and act as a pseudo aphrodisiac.

you can tell they're struggling to keep in their noises, hands trembling while they push themselves just a little closer. you don't really care if they want to be quiet, so you just bite down into their skin.

red seeps down, but before it can get far, you give a few good licks to ingest it. you bite down into the wound with your fangs again, now starting to suck.

you can feel them trying to shuffle even closer desperately, like they want to be a part of you. you release your hold to speak. "quite pathetic, aren't you?"

they're quick to agree, trying to lead you back to their neck. "mhmm, 'cause you like it-" they interrupt themselves by whimpering when you bite back down. blush spreads across their face, realizing they may have gone a bit overboard on the begging... but if the cost of having a good night was their life, they'd happily die by your hands in each life.

[ceoofyearning]

I only pray, don’t fall away from me

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: The world feels like it’s falling apart around you, but Azriel finally comes home and helps you hold all the pieces together.

Tags/Warnings: Hurt and Comfort, depressive themes & thoughts, anxiety, nightmares, mentions of a minor character death (not the mc/reader) || please mind the tags.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: this week was though so here’s a bit of a hurt & comfort fic; hope your days are kind to you guys xoxo

Links: Fic Masterlist | My Art

You’re so damn tired.

The last few weeks have been difficult, to say the least. The healing house has been filled to the brim with the wounded and sick. Altercations with Beron’s soldiers by the border have been increasing at an alarming rate, while countless spies from the continent have been winnowed in after being caught by Koschei’s contingent forces. You can’t even begin to imagine the state of the civilians that might’ve been caught in the crossfire. 

There is tension in the air with the threat of the inevitable war looming on the horizon. It doesn’t help that the winter chill, in all of its foreboding fury, has come to ravage the lands and its people. You love your work as a healer, you really do. Some days, the thought of the good you do, the people you help, is enough to keep you going. But too often, it feels like a thankless job that leaves you drained to the core. 

In your free time, you’ve been parsing through ancient texts in search of information on Death Gods and anything that could be used against Koschei. His looming threat is a cloud of dread that hangs over everyone, especially Rhys. The least you could do is to help carry the burden. It’s not like you could sleep, anyway. These days it is as though your mind adamantly refuses to let you rest. At the very least, the task keeps you distracted when you’re stuck alone in your apartment. 

Ever since Azriel had been sent to the continent for a reconnaissance mission nearly a month ago, the apartment you share has started to feel a little too big, too desolate. Before you knew it, the white walls had been transmuted from your home into what felt like the bars of a cage. 

The two of you haven't been apart for so long since the mating bond snapped. You didn’t think you'd feel his absence as acutely as you did, but it felt like the loss of a limb where the wound refused to heal and you were already bleeding out. His part of the bond is blacked out completely, a devouring void where Azriel’s comforting presence should have been. It’s for your own safety, he said. But you can’t help it. You’re plagued with worry, with imagined hurts and tragedies, amplifying the brewing conflict in your mind. 

It is easier to catch yourself when Azriel is near. When the thoughts begin to swirl like a hurricane around you - winds whipping, oceans rising - it feels like Azriel’s arms are the only safe harbor you can rely on. But Azriel isn’t here now. 

What frustrates you most is that you’ve been better recently. You’ve been good. You ate your meals, slept reasonably, even had a goddamned routine set up. You guzzled down your tonics in hopes of smoothing out the edges of your frayed mind, that perhaps it could lend you some semblance of normalcy. But no. Weeks of being haunted by nightmares, of overextending yourself, of loss and suffering seeping under your skin day by day have taken its toll. 

You are just too damn tired. 

A child died, barely over thirteen years old. She was bastard-born, which meant she had nothing to her name other than the rags on her back and her birthright to suffer generational oppression and cruelty. This is the worst winter the Night Court has had in centuries, and she didn’t even have a decent roof over her head. Needless to say, she hadn’t been in the best health. But despite that, the moment her cycle had come, the men forced her to go through the clipping. In her struggle, the imbeciles accidentally nicked a vital artery. Normally, her Illyrian healing would’ve granted her a strong chance for survival, but she had been so sick, her body weakened by hours spent in the frigid cold. 

By the time you had been summoned to heal her, she no longer had the strength to recover. Numbness washed over you at the image of her unseeing eyes, the same shade as Azriel’s in the right light, trained toward the vast empty sky. You have a feeling it isn’t a sight you’d forget any time soon. 

You don’t know how long it’s been. The room is shrouded with a thick blanket of darkness, the only respite coming from the dwindling candlelight by your bedside. Only silence exists within these four walls, interrupted by the occasional patter of water leaking from the kitchen sink. You burrow deeper into the sheets, inhaling the trace of Azriel’s scent that still lingered like it would somehow quell this ache inside you. 

Despite spending most of the day bedbound, you’ve barely had any sleep. There is no respite to be found in the dreaming, only nightmares lying in wait. It seems your mind has a knack of bringing your worst fears. Azriel bruised, bloodied and utterly alone, lost, somewhere in the vastness of the continent, hazel eyes - his, then hers, then his again - glazing over, crimson seeping into the arid ground below. 

For the last few weeks, you’ve gathered your grief and worry like rocks to wear around your neck. Your body is heavy, the phantom weight sinking and settling within the marrow of your bones, refusing to leave. It feels like you could stay in this bed forever until you dissipate into nothing but sand, smoke and thought.

You managed to send out a request for the texts Rhys needed translated, but not much else. You’re thankful he directly portalled them on your worktable because you don’t think you could brave the journey to the library today. You don’t think you could do much of anything today, in all honesty. 

So there you lay, bundled up in a collection of blankets, at least three inches of cotton and down that never seem enough to warm you. A book rests in your hands, yet your eyes remain unfocused, not truly seeing the words.

You run your thumb over the crisp paper, knowledge older than you, older than this city and yet you couldn't even bring yourself to focus long enough to dissect their true meaning. Your will is liquid in your hands, slipping through the cracks in between your fingers. Accidentally, you tug too hard on a page and it tears easily beneath your touch. If you had your wits about you, you would’ve been horrified by what you’ve just done. But as you are now, it is difficult to care. 

That’s what you feel like at this moment, you realize. These past few weeks have left you feeling spent, worn out, paper thin. Absently, you stretch out your hand towards the candlelight, close enough to feel the warmth lick against your cool skin. The flame casts a brilliant silhouette around your shadowed hand. It’s a wonder why golden light doesn’t seep right through. 

That’s how Azriel finds you.

The front door of your apartment creeks open, letting in a flood of muted morning light. Your first instinct is to retreat beneath the covers to shield yourself. Azriel calls your name in the silence, worry permeating each syllable. No doubt, he is cataloging the mess your shared space had become in your unintentional neglect. 

You say nothing, wondering if you could just close your eyes and pretend to be asleep, anything to escape his scrutiny. A breath of relief escapes him when he finds you in bed. The mattress dips beneath his weight as he sits beside you. 

The urge to curl tighter around yourself is strong. But he repeats your name and, as though he had cast a spell, you unspool before him, your muscles unwinding, one fiber at a time. 

“Can I touch you?” He asks, voice painfully soft.

“Okay,” you croak out from beneath the blankets. 

Azriel gradually draws the sheets away from your body, giving you ample time to protest if you’d like. Then, he rests his hand on your shoulder. Unbidden, a shiver runs down your spine, followed by a stuttered breath. You don’t realize how much you missed his touch until his textured hand begins its soothing path up and down your back, his heat sinking into your skin. 

Shame washes over you despite the bone-deep comfort you find upon his gentle ministrations. You don’t want him to see you this way. Azriel deserves better, the voices in your head insist. He deserves a mate whose mind does not devour itself at every given opportunity, a mate who does not quake beneath the weight of the world and the idea of their own immortal existence.

As though detecting your train of thought, his shadows leave their preferred perch on his shoulders to pool around you instead. Tendrils of darkness brush away the tears on your face, while some thread through your hair like a gentle breeze. 

On the other hand, Azriel urges you to rest your head on his lap. He begins to run his hand through your hair, uncaring of how greasy and tangled it has become. Eventually, his voice pierces the silence, injecting warmth into the distance between you. He hums a tune you do not recognize, but you can't help but cling to each winding note like a lifeline. Azriel has always had a beautiful voice - depthless, silken and soothing. It feels like a privilege to hear the song that he normally reserves for his shadows.

You must’ve been a pitiful sight to behold, and yet Azriel never looks at you like you are. He always treats you like something to cherish, something to love, like you’re someone he’s spent lifetimes desperately waiting for and you’ve been entirely worth the wait. A traitorous part of you feels like you’ll never deserve it, this love.

Azriel must sense the hurricane of emotions waging a one-sided war in your head, despite the mental shields you adamantly keep up. But he doesn’t tell you to stop, doesn’t brush off your worry with empty words and false promises. Instead, he simply says, “I love you.” 

He speaks it as though it is a fact like one would say that the sky is blue, and the grass is green, and the world would keep on turning in peteruity, orbiting the sun the same way you’ll continue to orbit around each other. His chapped lips ghost over your temple, murmuring your name like a plea, a prayer. 

“More than anything in this world,” he adds as he pulls you into his embrace. 

Your body is pliant for him, arms winding around his neck like that is where they’re meant to be. His arms wrap around your waist to hold you impossibly closer. Webbed wings stretch to curl around the two of you, creating a cocoon of darkness that keeps the rest of the world at bay. With your head resting on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat thudding in chorus with yours. 

“I love you too,” you reply after a long stretch of silence. “But sometimes I wish you could’ve had a better mate.” 

“There is no one better,” Azriel insists. “There is only you, my love; through light, through darkness, through whichever end. Only you.” And you feel the truth of his words as surely as the twinned beating of your hearts. Sometimes it’s hard to convince your traitorous mind that you could have this, that someone could love you so deeply despite having seen you at your worst. Azriel presses another kiss against your cheek, and despite yourself, you begin to believe his words.

You don’t know how long Azriel holds you like that, but it finally feels like a stretch of eternity you could bear.

“What can I do to help, love?” Azriel prompts, cupping your face in the cradle of his scarred palms - their texture, a familiar comfort. 

You turn over his question in your head for a few moments, savoring his scent, the sensation of his skin against your own. A part of you is tempted to ask him to lay beside you for the rest of the day, for a week, for an entire lifetime. You know Azriel would if you asked it of him. But beyond this room, the world continues its elliptical path around the sun and time still ticks on regardless of how disconnected you feel from your own reality. 

“A bath,” is all you manage to say.

Azriel nods, before reluctantly peeling himself from you. “Have you eaten?” 

“‘M not hungry,” you mumble as you sink back into the sheets, sighing as the comforter swallows you up. In truth, you can’t remember when your last meal had been. Hunger didn’t seem so pressing in the last few days.

“That’s not what I asked.” Azriel’s tone leaves no room for argument or negotiation. 

“No,” you finally answer, although with much trepidation. “Not yet.” 

He hums, clearly displeased, but says nothing else. You can already imagine the frown that must be stretching across his face. But it seems Azriel’s presence alone is enough to quieten your mind, at least for now. You must’ve been dead tired because it doesn’t take long for the rhythmic sound of Azriel's familiar footfalls to lull you into dreamless sleep.

"Love," Azriel whispers, his hand hovering over your shoulder, rousing you from your shallow slumber. You blink languidly until molten eyes come into focus. The candlelight flickers, and shadows dance across his face. Azriel’s normally sharp features are softened by the tenderness in his expression. You’ll never tire of waking to the sight of him. 

With a groan, you half-roll half-stumble out of bed. Azriel stays an arm’s length away in case you need him, but he’s careful not to crowd you. His shadows have no such reservations, however. The dark tendrils fretfully twine around your arms, making you smile. You thank them quietly, and for a moment, they seem to dance with delight. Regardless of your initial unsteadiness, you manage to pad all the way to the bathroom.

Upon crossing the threshold, the sweet scent of jasmine immediately overtakes your senses. The tub has already been filled up, steam rising from the sun-covered surface. You begin to unbutton your tunic, clumsy fingers tumbling through your first few attempts. Azriel steadies your hands with his firm grip, his shadows gently circling your wrists. 

“May I?” He asks, gesturing to your tunic, and you nod, not wanting to think anymore. His movements are precise, almost clinical, while he undoes the first five buttons, before bunching the garment in his hands and pulling it over your head entirely. Your skin breaks out in gooseflesh once exposed to the cold air. Azriel is careful to keep his gaze on your face, even as you step out of your undergarments. 

Azriel only betrays his composure when he traces your cheekbone, like he can’t quite help himself. From this distance, you have to crane your neck to look up at him. For a moment, the two of you only stare at each other. The bond glows bright between you, the golden thread gleaming as though it hadn't spent the last few weeks completely stretched thin. 

But then, Azriel withdraws, tilting his head to the steaming tub. Obediently, you step into the water’s warm embrace, the heat nearly stinging your skin. Logically, however, you know it’s only because you’ve allowed yourself to stay in the cold for too long. 

A relieved sigh escapes you as you sink further into the tub. One of his shadows rushes to pillow your heavy head as it rests on the tub’s rim. You thank the sweet little thing, and swirls of black sway back and forth like a dog wagging its tail. Meanwhile, Azriel takes his place by the head of the tub, sitting back on his heels. 

“I’d like to wash your hair,” he says and you're touched by the earnest quality his voice takes. 

“Okay,” you breathe. You’ve never been good at denying Azriel anything, nor did you want to. The more the ice beneath your skin thaws, the more you find that you want him near. 

Azriel begins by running his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp as he pours warm water over your head. With a pop of a bottle, the floral scent of shampoo fills the air. He lathers the substance on your head, his touch tender even as his fingers work through the knots in the strands, untangling them with care. 

After a while, he rinses off the suds and coats his hands with oil. He begins combing his fingers through your hair, starting from the ends and working his way up. The rhythmic motion of his fingers is calming as he draws circles against your scalp. You find yourself melting into the moment, feeling utterly content for the first time in what feels like a very long time. 

Once done, Azriel grabs a small towel and asks, “Do you want help washing?”

You shake your head, wanting to do this for yourself, at least. Understanding flashes in his eyes, and he spares you a soft smile. With that, Azriel leaves the towel by the tub and politely excuses himself from the room. With the door left slightly ajar, you could still hear him move around the apartment followed by the lyrical clinking of silverware against ceramic.

It takes you a few minutes to gather the energy to lather yourself with soap, and a few more to finally rise from the bath. But once the grime is off your skin, you feel a bit of the weight wash off with it too. You feel a bit more like yourself.

After drying off, you tug on the silk robe Azriel has left for you, securing it loosely around your waist. Upon exiting, you spy him by the dining table, scooping a generous serving of soup into a bowl. The mouthwatering aroma of rich broth wafts through the room, and you realize just how hungry you are when your stomach growls in protest. You approach him from behind, making sure that each step is audible.

Azriel continues to set up the table, but you can tell he’s aware of your presence from the way his shoulders seem to relax. The sudden urge to have him close is palpable, an instinct so deeply ingrained into your being. So,  gradually, you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face on his back. You take a deep inhale, breathing him in - a lungful of moontime mist and cedarwood smoke. 

“I’m glad you’re home,” you murmur against Azriel’s back, your voice muffled by his shirt. 

“I’m glad to be home,” he whispers. His hands abandon their task in favor of twining his fingers with your own. 

Azriel turns to face you and holds your face in his hands. Beneath the swathes of sunlight, his eyes are alight with golden flame, flecks of green scattered over his irises like an afterthought. There is nothing but love in his gaze, nothing but acceptance. 

“Thank you,” you say, tilting your head so the words could kiss his lips, not quite touching but close. “For being here, for loving me, for choosing me, everyday.” 

“I will always choose you,” he vows, before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Today,” another peck on the tip of your nose; “Tomorrow,” one more on your cheek; “And all the days after,” he finishes with a chaste caress on your lips.

Then, he rests his forehead on yours, your bodies slotted against each other like a lock and its predestined key. In Azriel’s presence, you find it easier to breathe, easier to simply be. For the first time in a long time, your mind is clear and your heart beats in a calm, languid pace that matches his own.

“I’d like to kiss you,” you request, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. Azriel’s gaze is searching, scouring for any hint of anything short of absolute certainty. Perhaps you should tell him that in this world of constant change and chaos, he’s the only one you’re certain of.

Azriel must be satisfied with what he finds written across your features because he replies, “So kiss me then,” the ghost of a smirk playing across his lips.

You’re surprised to find that it’s easy to return the playful expression. Your rise to the tips of your toes while your fingers thread through his raven black hair. When your lips touch, it is as though the world breathes a sigh of relief. Reality realigns and everything outside the two of you and your shared breaths turns inconsequential. He moves against you with practiced ease, like the natural ebb and flow of the tide.

An eternity of this, you think, doesn’t seem so daunting after all. 

AN: i’m not sure if that was too much but thank you for reading 💙 As always, i’d love to hear everyone’s thoughts

English isn’t my first language, so if you see any mistakes, please lmk thru dm! 💙

Also, I just wanted to yap about the Az fics im in the process of writing:

1. Vampire!Azriel x Reader (Working tittle: Ashes in my wake)

I just love the idea of cannibalism (or yk, blood drinking) as a metaphor for love in literature so here we are. ( @/annikin-im-panicin this is ur influence) This one is a bit of a dark fic (nothing too crazy tho, I think), so i’m not sure how it’ll be received. But the idea has been haunting me for yonks so I just had to write it.

2. Tattoo Artist!Azriel x Lucien’s Best Friend!Reader (Working tittle: Drink dry the river Lethe)

This one is a multichapter fic (maybe 4-7 chapters, we’ll see) so it might take me a while before I start posting, but i’ve mostly finished writing the first (very smutty) and second (very angsty) chapter. I ‘m not entirely sure what direction to bring this yet but maybe you guys can help me decide?

Unrelated to Az, but i’ve been brainworming a poly dark-ish innocent!reader x Feysand fic, and a slightly less dark and more sappy(?) poly warrior!reader x royal!nessian fic. I’m so excited to start these but my pile of wips is giving me the stink eye 😂

[sleepylaing]

Énouement

You are something hot on my eternally cold hands. You are the spring morning sun, while I am the fall raindrops dripping down the glass. You are something loving on my eternally cold self. You are something important on the infinitely insignificant me. You are everything, and I've never had much,

which is probably why I want you so deeply.

a/n: it's a fem!reader (disguised as a student furin) × suo. there's definitely a backstory here that hasn't been written yet and I'm not sure anyone wants it written at all. so this is just my OC and her interactions with others. let me know if you want a part two or something. and please don't take it too seriously

ch. 1 — Adronitis.

The classroom door swings open, almost flying off its hinges. Many of the students are distracted from their work and turn to hear Enomoto's booming voice. A silent Kusumi walks to his right and only a grumpy Kaji reluctantly follows.

“All right, you brats, listen up! You're going to clean up the town today, got it?”

A rumble of angry voices spreads through the classroom. “Again? But we cleaned up a few days ago,” someone says, and the rest of the class agrees.

“Shut up, you bastards! Are you men or what? I want every garbage can shining and the streets clean! Kaji will check it personally, won't he, Kaji?”, Enomoto turns to the uninvolved Ren, whose look was anything but interested. He catches his eye, stubbornly for a few seconds, then sighs hopelessly, looks around the classroom with a heavy gaze, and nods in agreement. Enomoto grins contentedly and rests his arms at his sides.

“Mop in hand and get to work! Tsugeura, Sugishita, help us with the heavy stuff, Kiryu, get the brooms, Sakura, you take care of the garbage collection, Nirei, please supervise, the rest of you help those I just named,” the vice captain says, but then his gaze glides over the students until it stops on two specific figures.

“Akashi, stop snoozing and leave Suo alone!” he shouts indignantly, and everyone hurries to turn in the direction of his stern gaze. “Just because you haven't gotten a punch for your insolence yet, doesn't mean you should! You'll soon be glued to each other. Hey, Suo, do something!”

You didn't move an inch and continued to snuggle into Suo's neck. You felt warm, comfortable and good. You didn't want to leave.

But apparently your senpais had other plans for your sweet, long-awaited sleep.

You frowned, picking up Enomoto's familiar timbre through the haze of rapidly slipping sleep. Something about cleaning, mops, and Kaji-kun again. The usual.

Your eyes are still closed. You don't want to get up. Suo's skin was soft — softer than any pillow you've ever laid on, his neck was nice to snuggle against, and he always smelled good: some kind of tea you didn't know the name of, the subtle scent of his cologne, and a little bit of shampoo. It was the perfect place to take a nap, especially when Hayato didn't seem to show his displeasure at temporarily serving as your pillow and held you almost weightlessly, allowing you to lean almost entirely against him.

“It's okay, Enomoto-senpai,” Suo says with an angelic smile as Enomoto's disgruntled look slowly starts to burn you alive. “It's just that Akashi-kun is a bit tired. Don't worry, we'll be right over. I'll personally make sure that he does all the work.”

Suo's expression definitely sounded reliable and convincing enough for the vice captain to calm down a bit and stand behind you. You snorted mentally. Of course Suo's voice would make sense against such an unreliable you. Anyway, you're grateful for the extra minutes of sleep.

Your peace doesn't last long, though.

As Tsugeura walks past you, he grabs your shoulders and tries to pull you away from Suo, whose serene smile fades for a moment. “Akashi-kun, get up now! You'll sleep through everything. I still want to compete with you in paper throwing, but I can't if you're still lying on Suo-kun like that!”

As a tough guy, obviously one of the strongest in the class, he manages to lift you up almost effortlessly, but you're not so easy either: you cling to Suo with a deadly grip and don't want to let go, and you moo long and protesting:

“Noooo... Tsugeura-chan, let go...”, sleepily, unintelligibly, you burn Suo's ear, and finally you struggle to open your eyes. The first thing you see is someone else's red lobe, but you don't dwell on it. “I promise I'll throw papers with you, just don't torture me.”

“What a drama,” Kiryu comments sarcastically as he walks past you.

“Akashi-kun always has a hard time getting up. Especially if he slept on Suo-san before,” Nirei says, thinking he's softening the situation, but in fact it's the opposite, encouraging Tsugeura to pull you down even harder.

“Hup!” he shouts, and in the next moment, you're already standing unsteadily on your feet. Your hands are still frozen in the air, clutching at the emptiness.

At this moment, Hayato finally raises his voice.

“Thank you, Tsugeura-kun, but enough,” he says, and his tone is impeccably warm as always, but you can detect a hint of irritation in it. “We'll take it from here.”

Taiga looks at him for a while, then at you. After he has decided something, he calms down and nods in agreement. “Well, I'll go then, senpais are waiting for me. Akashi-kun, I'll meet you at the dumpster.”

“Thank you Tsugeura-chan, you're such a gentleman. This is a great place to meet.”

“You know why, don't make me look ridiculous!”

“I had no idea,” you smile sweetly at him, and he, accepting the challenge, smiles back broadly as he leaves the classroom.

Suddenly, you turn around from the strange chill at the back of your neck to find a motionless Suo staring at the door. You can't remember ever seeing him stare at anyone or anything like that, but he thaws out after a few seconds anyway. The clinging gaze returns to you.

Suo's smile is infinitely gentle, but you can't help but feel that something is wrong with it.

“Shall we go?” he asks and you nod in agreement.

***

“You're more distracted than usual today,” Suo observes as you yawn again, not even bothering to cover your mouth with the palm of your hand. You've fallen behind the others, so he leans over to you and asks quietly: “Working late again, Hoshi-kun?”

You squint at him. As always, awfully smart.

You never told him that you work nights, too.

That's okay. It wasn't really a big secret. Especially from Suo.

You moo in agreement, lower your head and kick a pebble under your feet boredly. Suo's interested look eats away at your cheek like acid. He's obviously waiting for you to continue. Waiting for you to tell him more. You don't understand why he's so interested, but you give in and answer him calmly.

“I've had to work more lately, but I can't go out during the week because of school. I had to go out at night. So now I sleep when our teacher blinks, when my desk decides to be a little softer than a rock, and when you sit next to me.”

Suo's ruby eye flashes with pleasure at your last words. You don't see it. Too engrossed in the candy store sign with the announcement: 45% off Tuesdays and Thursdays. Too bad it's Friday, you mentally sigh.

“Did I satisfy your curiosity, Suo-chan?” you turn to him. You try again to understand why he was so interested, but trying to understand Hayato Suo is almost like trying to learn every language in the world in one day.

He's an enigma. But who says you're better?

“As much as it raised new questions in me.”

“Оh. Really?” you answer sarcastically. Your short ponytail had become quite disheveled during your nap, so that the blonde strands now fall over your eyes. You wrinkle your nose slightly, but keep your hands warm in your jacket pockets.

“Yeah.”

Someone's warm fingers gently touch your forehead. They tuck disheveled strands behind your ear with precise, careful movements. Hayato's fingers linger on your cheek longer than they should.

He does it quietly, naturally, and you say nothing, content to let the hair stay out of your face.

“Why do you need money so badly, Hoshi-kun?”

The question hits you like a bucket of boiling water down your throat and another bucket of ice water on your head.

“Don't all humans need it?” you laugh softly at the end. “I'm just thinking about my future, Suo-chan. I want to save for college.”

The lie falls from your lips as easily as hundreds of others before it.

The heaviness in your chest wraps itself around another layer. Another one of hundreds of others.

And even if Suo catches you at it, he doesn't say anything.

“You can tell me. I want you to know that I'll always listen to you, Hoshi-kun.”

No, I can't.

I can't tell anyone, no matter how much I want to.

“I will, Suo-chan. You don't have to worry.”

You both know that you are lying again.

Suo lets you do it, smiling brightly.

You don't want to admit — not even to yourself — that your heart trembles as you see his smile. Like he understands. Like he doesn't judge.

Like he really cares.

You find the strength to smile back weakly.

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[deldaydreams]

Mafia Au/Good luck while running away from mafia part 4

Intro, part 0.5 , part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 5 , part 6

Tags: @hrhqueenfox , @hasty-desert , @oceanside-pixie , @lianreine , @h3apm3ch4n151m , @cecilebutcher , @ayachansan , @roseapov , @randomlyappearingartist , @serenity-loves-red , @wonderlandcrown , @nightw-izhu , @moonlight-nightwing , @lorkai , @lucid-stories , @morokumi

Notes: little bit rushed I guess? Well I am working on three other aus at the moment so. I hope you like it.

Warning: yandere stuff, gn reader, English is not my first language…

4 years ago

“Tyranttt!” You moaned.

“I haven't eaten a bite or drank a sip of water for hours. Now you're giving me an exam! “This is not a test, it is torture!” You shouted to the cameras on the wall.

As usual, you were training with Crewel sensei all day long. And it couldn't be said that he was a very kind teacher. He was extra harsh on you, especially compared to the other people he trained.

However, he had especially gotten things out of hand. Today was one of your least favorite days. Surprise exam day. Surprise exams: as the name suggests, you would never know the content and time of the exam. Crewel would put you to the test suddenly, without you even noticing. You especially hated the hands-on ones.

You couldn't eat properly yesterday. You had been training under Crewel Sensei all day. When you returned home, you fell asleep straight away from exhaustion. When you woke up, you found yourself handcuffed in a room. While I was sleepily trying to comprehend what was happening, Crewel Sensei's voice echoed into the room from the ceiling speaker.

“My dear little puppy, guess what time? Correct answer: Surprise exam! Your mission is to get out of the handcuffs and get out of this building within two hours. Let me tell you from the beginning, do not complain, the exam was prepared according to the topics we covered. Then I wish you good luck. Your time has begun.”

-

“Two hours and 6 minutes nch nch. You need to work harder. 8 minutes to get out of the handcuffs, 43 minutes to open all the locked doors, 40 minutes to pass the obstacles... we better tighten up your training."

You just glared at Divus as he seriously analyzed the exam. You're too hungry to bother with that damn practical exam. You just focused on eating your salad.

“I mean, what was slowing you down? Should we increase the number of exams?

“Sensei, it’s just six minutes, I was tired, unprepared-“

“The aim is to prepare you for all kinds of situations.” Crewel interrupted.You grimaced. You weren't in the mood to argue with him right now.

While Crewel was talking about your mistakes, there was a knock on the door. It was Sam.

“Sam-san!” Your eyes sparkled with joy at the sight of your savior. Whenever Crewel scolded you or increased your training hours, he would save you from Crewel like a savior angel.

“Excuse me to interrupt, but Boss wants the little imp.” said Sam.

“Huh, now? Why does he want Y/n?” Crewel asked with a grimace.

"Who knows. By the way, get it while you're at it.I brought the information you requested.”

He handed Crewel a package. Meanwhile, you escaped at the first opportunity you had and went to Crowley, the head of the mafia.

-

“Looks like Crewel gave you one of his wonderful exams again, hmm?” The masked man asked, as he poured a tea for you.

"Yes sir."

Dire Crowley is the head of one of the largest organizations in the Underworld and also your protector who took you in when you were ten years old. You had always wondered how such a goofy and slightly weird guy became the head of the mafia.

Once, when you asked Crewel sensei about this, he told you these words.“If you only knew what that man did… Anyway, just be careful with him. He is…the devil himself.”

“You've been with me for a long time, Y/n, and the time has finally come.”He handed you a file.

“Congratulations, you are now an official member of the mafia and here is your first target.”

You started examining the file.

“This man was a traitor we had been looking for a long time. He poses a great danger to the organization. I want you to get rid of him.”

———

Current time

You were on something soft. You opened your eyes slowly. You felt a pain in your shoulder.

“Jamil! Y/n woke up!”

You heard a joyful familiar voice. The owner of the voice hugged you with joy. Kalim. You tried to comprehend the events in a dazed manner.

That's right, Floyd shot you last and you fainted from blood loss while running with all your strength. And apparently Scarabia had caught you.

“Oh Y/n you really had me worried. If you only knew how scared I was when I saw you like that, shot and unconscious."

You didn't reply. You just stared blankly at Kalim.

“Yes Y/n you had us all so worried.” Jamil entered the room. He had a black agenda in his hand and was wearing a suit. Now if you look carefully, Kalim was also wearing a suit. The welds of weight on his wrists jingled as he turned to survey the room. Oh you were chained.

“Is it allowed to keep such things in the hotel room?” You said.

“Oh, I'm sorry, we brought the silver ones with us because we came here in a hurry, but don't worry, we have gold ones at home.” said Kalim innocently.

You loved Kalim, his sweet and pure nature prevented you from venting your anger on him. You gritted your teeth. You looked at Jamil.

“Kalim, you better go now, you need to greet our guests for the meeting. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes." Jamil dragged the manager out by force.

“But Jamil-“

“Don't worry, nothing will happen. They are both injured and the whole hotel is full of guards.”

After Kalim left, a grin appeared on Jamil's face that you had never seen before. A familiar and yet disturbing grin.

“Congratulations, you are truly someone who lives up to the title of the boss's right-hand man. Sorry, his former right-hand man. You know Kalim was so panicked it was hard for me to calm him down. Especially when you suddenly disappeared he stopped working, coming to meetings…You owe me for this.”

You didn’t answer. You knew he was trying to provoke you.

“I wonder what would have happened if those documents had never arrived? Would the boss throw you aside? Would you be his heir after all the training you received?”

You tried to hold yourself back.

"Who knows." You replied.

A burst of laughter broke out from Jamil. He approached you.

“Oh, you are really tough. It's not easy to break you, but don't worry, we have plenty of time. The doctor will be coming soon to change your bandages, so don't be a hassle. I notified room service for you to have breakfast.”

And he left the room.

You laughed. Oh apparently Crewel Sensei was right. Training would really come in handy.

-

Once you were free of the chains, you got into the bed and waited for the doctor.Indeed, as Jamil said, the doctor came about fifteen minutes later.You quietly waited for him to approach you on your bed.

“Excuse me, Y/n-san are you awake?”

You didn't reply. Just as the doctor was bending over to lift the blanket on you, you jumped on top of them and gagged them with one of the sheets before they could scream. You undressed the poor doctor while they were struggling in chains made for you.

“I'm sorry, but you know I have to run away. And my clothes are a little off for that.”

You were careful not to attract the suspicion of the guards as you left the room dressed as a doctor. You started walking away from there with normal steps.

Indeed, as Jamil said, there was protection everywhere. As you were about to get into the elevator, you noticed the guards talking on the phone, then they all hurriedly dispersed. Apparently room service had found the poor doctor.

You changed direction. You walked calmly but quickly and pulled the fire alarm. And as you wish, chaos broke out.

While people were screaming and running in panic, you mixed in with them. And you finally reached the exit.

When you left the hotel, you hailed a taxi with the money you got from the poor doctor.

���To the amusement park,” you said to the driver.

Then you called that number with the phone you got from the doctor.

“Hey it's me Y/n. It's time to pay me back. Be at the amusement park. Don't forget to bring a vehicle and weapon with you. You better be on time, Snow White."

-

“Looks like your training has paid off, Crewel.”The masked man said in a sarcastic tone.

“It's truly incredible, but it's a shame that such a person is a traitor.” said Trein as he caressed Lucius.

“Well, talent is in their blood, after all, he was like that too when he was young.” said Vargas.

“I have work to do. With your permission,” Crewel stood up sharply.

“Oh Crewel, don't be angry-“ but before Crowley could finish his sentence, Crewel spoke angrily.

“You hate it the most when we talk about him. Didn't you declare him a traitor to take over, and completely erased Ramshackle from the mafia? And now you're sacrificing them for your executives."

Crowley smiled under his mask.

“Crewel Crewel, are you really going to play innocent? You were the one who gave them those documents. If they didn't know anything, maybe we would still be living in peace. But no problem. After this game, we will return to our peaceful life again."

[jamglii]

Hiii can i request somethinggg

Reo, Chigiri, Isagi, Bachira, Ness and Hiori first time seeing reader in a fitted clothes

when they see you in fitted clothing

incl. reo, chigiri, isagi, bachira, barou, shidou

warnings. fem reader, suggestive tones, possibly ooc

an's. hi anon :3 I actually don't write for ness or hiori because i still haven't read the manga and don't know if i plan to, i've replaced them with my favs

reo

he's honestly way more shy then you would think. he's without a doubt the one purchasing all of the clothing for you so he tells you too go crazy and pick anything you'd like.

he only slightly regrets it because soon enough your innocent sun dresses and playful skirts turn into short body con's and skin tight clothing.

he takes ALOT of pictures, tells you he wants to lock you up put you on display ( affectionate ) and people would have to pay millions just to get a peek at your beauty.

he never stopped taking pictures, you tell him put phone down so he at you can marvel right now and he feels like his face is on fire.

chigiri

chigiri is a hypocrite. he told you a few weeks ago he never understood the appeal of it, just prefrence from a pretty boy himself. that was untill he saw you in stocking that made your legs look so..

"beautiful...."

"hm" you asked him, getting ready for long awaited date. you couldn't quite hear him from where is stood.

"come ere' will you please?" he asks like he was desperate, like he couldn't go another second without you.

"yes-MMPF" he's kissing you, and you're glad you didn't start your makeup yet ;; you smile into the kiss and appreciate the feeling of him sliding his hands a bit lower than they would on you hips and ass.

"so you like the oufit?"

"oh i love the outfit , why don't you dress like this more often"

you only laugh.

chigiri was no longer a hypocrite. may the appeal wasn't so bad.

isagi

isagi is so cute about it omg. he feels like you guys aren't even dating the way you look right now. a skin tight all f/c bodycon dress reaching all the way down to your ankles.

he asks you politely to spin for him and you twirl, but instead of making a full 360° like he thought you would you bend and snap slowly in his direction, practically smoothering yourself in his face! (you were a well distance away, hes deluded off love rn)

you snap right back up, unfortunately his boner did not.

bachira

he's cheeky about it, reaal cheeky.

he asks if he can touch you and your confused on why hes asking since he's always touching you but you nod your head yes and smile anyways

what you don't expect is for him immediately take his rather large palms and put them perfectly on your ass, his head in the crook of your neck and tenderly squeeze the plush of your butt, his face completely red as he's doing this.

you almost want to laugh, but you dont. instead you lightly flick his forehead while his hands are still on your ass and you practically have to rip him off to let you keep changing.

silly boy

barou

your at the (big and pretty empty) mall, dressing room has a chair for him to sit and wait on while you change from outfit to outfit and he's not paying much attention at first really. he was only planning on being your wallet for today, you had other plans however.

not a minute too soon you come out dressed. shortest skirt he's ever damn seen, askimpy little top on along with tall 6inch heels, and thats it! not a single thing else on you.

"how about this one babe, think I should wear this too the party next week?"

he doesn't say anything at first, he can't find the words for what he feels right now. on onr hand, you look damn good. on the other hand, there isnt a single person other than himself he would want to see you right now.

"how about, you wear it, just for me?" his phone is completely put away by now.

you smile and walk over to him. "sure that works perfectly too."

got his attention now.

shidou

he hadn't realize he'd never seen you in fitted clothing before, because lets be honest. he's a slut, there's no way he wouldn't notice if you had a crazy hot body like the one he's looking at right now.

"where'd you get that from"

you look surprised too see him, you were playing dress up in your room by yourself. you didn't realize he'd came in, since he was rather loud when he usally did.

"a friend let me borrow it, just for tonight. ya' know for the party, just seeing how it fits"

"oh really..." he's glancing at you up and down, not failing to lock eyes with your clevage as he does so.

he rests his arm on the door frame and without another word raises his finger and twirls it slowly. you do as command and he can only imagine what he could make you do with more fingers.

"do me a favor please?"

"hm?"

"take your clothes off" you blink and burst out laughing, but quickly realize he's dead serious. oh so this is happening.

you do as comanded, and he follows suit.

an's. omg guys im back. ( with another highly suggestive post unsurprisingly)

[asonofpeter]

Night Shift

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: Jaime doesn't like that you work a night shift at a bar, so setting out to get a job at Kord Industries, you're shocked when he comes home with something else....

Warnings: mentions of men being pervs, lots of screaming and a little bit of violence, SPOILERS FOR BLUE BEETLE!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: My first full fic in a while? Yes, it is indeed and with my new love, Jaime Reyes. If you haven't seen Blue Beetle, pause and go buy a ticket cause this movie is good! So proud of mi Xolito! Anyway, I'm proud of this, so enjoy! 💕💕💕

I don't consent to my work being copied, reposted, or translated.

“You don’t have to do this, y’know? I’ll get the job tomorrow and work hard to support the family and us,” Jaime stood up from your bed, grabbing hold of your hands to stop you from getting ready for work. 

“Jaime, I know you want to do everything you can to stop us from losing the house, but we need the money, wherever we can get it from,” you inhaled. 

You moved in with the Reyes three years ago after your parents kicked you out. The details are unimportant and messy but you were happy you ended up in a loving household after all. The only problem now, you’re on the brink of becoming homeless.

“But a job where drunk assholes violate you?” he scoffed and you rolled your eyes, knowing most customers haven’t gotten handsy since you started. “It’s not right,” he shook his head, squeezing your hands. “I don’t want you to have to go through that,” he rested his forehead against yours. 

You knew he meant well. It sucked having to work at a bar where wearing low-cut tops and push-up bras made for extra tips. Especially when you worked during the night. But then again, even when businesses are going bankrupt, bars are seemingly filling in at an all-time high. You had to take advantage of the dire situation even if Jaime didn’t like it.

“I can handle my own,” you smirked. “Nana taught me a thing or two,” you winked. 

“I bet she did,” he chuckled. 

“And besides,” you removed your hands from his grip, smoothing them up his arms until they rested on his biceps. “I have my big strong boyfriend to protect me,” you looked at him finding the blush forming on his face adorable.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in as he leaned forward to kiss you. His lips moved against yours slowly, one of your hands moving up to tug on the hair of the nape of his neck. 

Living in a small house with five other people gave you no privacy whatsoever, so moments like these were cherished. All those stolen glances, hidden kisses, late-night talks—it all meant something. 

“I gotta go, okay? I’ll see you in the morning,” you pulled away. 

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk to work alone at eleven at night,” he grabbed your arm lightly, pulling you back into his embrace. “I’ll be there to pick you up at seven too,” he said and you sighed out contently.

“It means a lot, but don’t you have your job interview tomorrow?” you rested your head against his chest as you both walked out of your and Milagro’s room.

“I’ll sleep, wake up, pick you up, then come back and get ready,” he shrugged and you agreed with his well-thought-out plan. 

“Ya te vas, mija?” Rocio asked once you both entered the kitchen and you nodded. “Cuidate, y come tu comida, no quiero que te desmayes,” she handed you a paper sack and you smiled, thanking her. 

It was things like that which made you grateful for Jaime’s family—your family. The constant protection and worry they hold over you like one would for a daughter or sister. Making sure you had a lunch packed so you can eat and not faint during your shift. It warmed your heart and made you grateful every day. 

“Make sure she gets there safe, okay, Jaime?” Alberto pointed to his son and your boyfriend nodded, reassuring the two. 

Walking out of the house, you found your hands intertwined as you made your way down the block. You glanced at Jaime to find him smiling at you before he looked ahead. You grinned at the fact you caught him before you too continued your focus forward.

Palerma City was alive at night, even in the small barrio you lived in. The streets were dark, flickering lamp posts illuminating the people who were still up trying to make a living by whatever means. You looked far past, the bright neon skyline of the city, all the rows of high rises where all the rich white folk were fast asleep tucked away in silk sheets. 

You would get there one day. 

“What did my mom pack for your lunch?” he asked, pulling you out of your thought.

“A torta de jamon, an apple and orange, some Fritos, and oh, a gansito,” you gasped in excitement before you stuffed the bag in your backpack. “I know exactly what I’m eating first,” you giggled. 

“My mom literally said we ran out of gansitos,” he said in shock. “She loves you more than me,” he feigned hurt and you wrapped your arm around him, cooing as you kissed his cheek.

“What can I say? I’m lovable,” you hummed.

The two of you turned the corner and you found yourself at “Margaritaville”, the newest establishment where you got paid minimum wage and received great tips from businessmen who got off on a pretty bartender flirting with them before they made their way home to their wives. Or from people who recently got laid off from their jobs and needed someone to talk to.

Either way, you’d put on your best smile, bat your lashes and make sure your top was low enough if that meant being able to pay part of the rent.

“Be safe, okay?” Jaime pulled you in for a hug. “I’ll be awake at 6:30,” he promised. 

“I will,” you mumbled into his neck before pulling away. “See you soon,” you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

He cupped your cheek before you pulled away, your fingers pulling along his, straining to stay in touch as you kept moving toward the door until they unlinked, his arm stayed hovered in the air for a split moment while yours dropped to the side. He watched as you turned back and waved until you entered through the back door, making sure to stay for a minute before he turned back around. 

The lingering touch of you remained on his fingers until he arrived home and made his way to bed. It wasn’t fair you had to become a main stream of income for the house. It shouldn’t be you pulling in the long hours, it should be him.

He needed to get that interview at Kord Industries tomorrow.

~

You undid your apron, shoving it back into your backpack. You let out a sigh as you did a once over to the barely empty bar. The next shift already arrived and was taking care of the customers. Letting out a yawn, you placed your tips in your pocket, opening the back door only to be greeted by Jaime who was waiting at the curb.

“Buenos dias, mi amor,” he smiled and you felt your cheeks blush at the pet name he liked to change out every once in a while. “Made you breakfast,” he handed you something rolled in some paper towels before you unveiled two bean burritos. “How was work?” he kissed your cheek while he took your bag from you.

“Made $150 in tips,” you stated, biting into your food. “Getting paid tomorrow, so it went well,” you nodded. “Customers were more to themselves tonight, except for this one guy who was crying about his wife leaving him. I think he left looking for a prostitute to be honest,” you chuckled. 

“Poor dude,” he hummed. “But the money is good,” he said, wrapping his arm around you. 

The rest of the short walk was made in silence and it was calming to just have Jaime by your side. The eight-hour shift takes it out on you and you couldn’t wait to go to sleep. 

“Hola,” you greeted as you walked through the door. 

“Como te fue?” Nana asked and you responded to her before a yawn came out.

“Disculpe,” you pressed a hand to your chest. “I’m gonna go shower,” you said, the family understanding as you made your way to your room. 

After a quick shower and changing into casual wear, you felt refreshed as you walked back into the family room. The whole family was gathered as Jaime stood in the middle, hair geled back and his fancy clothes put on.

“Wow, que chulo,” you complimented with a bright smile plastered on your face as you stood behind the couch. 

“You see, cabezon? You look fine,” Uncle Rudy told his nephew and Jaime nodded in defeat, clearly flustered. “Y/N wouldn’t lie, she loves you too much for that!” he cackled and you joined in, making Jaime blush even more.

“Let’s go and get this over with, I still don’t trust that Jenny girl,” Milagro muttered under her breath and you sent a glance at Jaime. 

You were aware of what happened when Milagro and Jaime lost their job with Victoria Kord. Millie was correct to have a distaste for the older lady, but after her niece offered an olive branch, giving Jaime an opportunity–you weren’t sure if she was in the right to have that distrust. But then again, you weren’t there.

“Descansas, okay?” Nana kissed you on the cheek and gave you the blessing before she walked out and you nodded. 

The rest of the family walked out, leaving you and Jaime left. 

“Good luck, okay?” you grabbed his face and gave him a chaste good luck kiss. “I know you’re gonna woo them over,” you sent him a sure smile. 

“How are you so sure about that?” he held your wrists, running his thumbs over your delicate skin. 

“Cause, you’re Jaime Reyes”.

~

“You don’t know what’s inside?” you heard Millie ask. 

You were awakened by muffled conversations, your brows furrowing as you checked the time. They couldn’t have come back that soon and if something serious happened, they would’ve woken you up. 

About to drift back to sleep, you eyes shot open by shouting. The voices of Jaime, Millie, and Rudy combine together. Bolting out of bed fast, you opened the door and ran into the dining room, finding Millie and Rudy to be playing hot potato with a blue bug, Jaime trying to get them to stop.

“Mira, look what you did! You woke her up,” Rocio gestured to you and the room suddenly got quiet. 

“Ay, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Jaime winced, trying to grab the thing from Millie but she held it out of his reach. 

“Look what Jaime brought back. That Jenny girl is a total floozy, like what is this that she gave him?” she cocked a brow, holding it clearly so you could see.

“A bug?” you rubbed your eyes. “Why would she give you a bug?” you asked, walking closer. 

“She told me to guard it with my life, I wasn’t even supposed to open it,” your boyfriend explained and his words made you uneasy. 

“I think you should put it back, you don’t know what it can be,” you turned to Millie. 

“She’s right,” Jaime held out his hand and Milagro reluctantly agreed, placing it in his palm.

You watched as he was about to place it back in the box until it lit up, his face inching closer to inspect it. You stared back in amazement, the bug coming to life.

“I think it likes me,” he grinned, glancing up at you with a twinkle in your eyes that made your heart skip a beat. But that smile was instantly wiped away the moment the bug launched itself onto his face.

“JAIME!” you screeched, the family shooting up from their seats as they tried to aid him.

“It’s on your face!” Uncle Rudy screamed before he grabbed onto the bug, attempting to rip it off but it shot out a bolt of electricity, sending him across the room and Jaime against the wall. 

Your body began to shake and you wanted to run over to help Jaime but he got up, the bug detaching from his face until it crawled over his shoulder and under his shirt like a spider you wanted off immediately. 

“Jaime!” you shouted, his body thrashing around the room like he was fighting with the bug. “Baby, please,” you cried, hands over your mouth as you tried to begin to process what was going on but you couldn’t.

“Oh god,” Jaime stilled, hunched over as he looked at you. “I think it’s inside of me,” his gaze filled with panic and you felt your skin crawl. “It’s inside of me!” he screamed, hand reaching out for yours before he doubled over in pain, the bug poking out underneath his clothes before arms pierced through, sending him up against the ceiling.

Another wave of screams sounded, the love of your life’s agony cries being the worst thing you ever heard. The tears were falling down your cheeks. You wanted to help him but couldn’t. You wanted to know what was going on but didn’t. You were completely helpless in this situation.

Black goo grew over his body, his clothes burning to crisps and you were afraid of what it was going to do once it got all of him. Were you about to lose your Jaime? How did you get to this point when it was just a job interview? 

“Y/N!” his call for you made your heart stop and you tried telling him you were here but his cries drowned it out. 

Suddenly, he was completely transformed, a suit of armor in black and blue engulfed him. The cries and the screams quieted down as you all stared at him. A split second ago, you thought he was going to die, but now he was fine? It didn’t make sense. 

“Mijo?” Rocio called out as Jaime walked over to the photo of La Virgen, his illuminating yellow eyes staring back into the reflection.

“What was that?” he looked back in shock, hands over his mouth. “Did you hear that?” his voice was panicked, his expression hidden with the eyes providing just the tiniest amount of concern. 

“Jaime, what’s going on?” you took a step forward. 

“That voice, you don’t hear a voice?” he walked forward, standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by all of you. The suit seemed to have turned on, blue light glowing between grooves and you all watched in awe. “Systems check?” he mumbled, looking around the room. 

“Jaime?” you asked, noticing the arms powering up.

“It’s okay, everything is going to be okay!” he shouted just as he was flown through the ceiling before he became a dot in the sky. 

Nothing was okay.

~

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